2. Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Still straddling Malcolm, I froze. Malcolm, on the other hand, didn’t.
With the most shit-eating smirk I’d ever seen plastered across his face, the jackass actually had the audacity to thrust, letting out an exaggerated grunt as he pushed up into me.
I glanced over my shoulder.
Kade.
Of course it was Kade. In that fucking Ghostface mask.
Malcolm lifted his hips again, filling me completely with his massive dick, and fuck if I didn’t moan.
“Oh, Kade. Hey,” Malcolm said. Never in the history of time has a human sounded more unaffected and thoroughly bored. “What’s up?”
“Apparently you are,” Kade quipped, but I swear I could feel the rage boiling underneath his skin.
He took a few awkward should-I-or-shouldn’t-I shuffling steps into the room, as if waiting for Malcolm to give him permission, or tell him to stop.
When Malcolm did neither, he kept coming, until he stood right next to the bed.
Right next to us. Suddenly, even though we hadn’t been fucking, technically, I could smell nothing but our mingled arousal.
I crossed my arms over my tits.
But Kade had zero interest in me. He faced Malcolm, completely turning away from me, as if I wasn’t in the room. Or on the planet.
“I’m here for your 3:00 a.m.—”
“Tuesday’s gonna take care of it,” Malcolm said, cutting him off.
“You promised me,” Kade said and…goddamn if his voice didn’t crack, making me feel every bit like a home-wrecker.
Promised? Promised what?
The anger radiating off of Kade was hot enough to set the whole room ablaze, but thankfully, he directed it at Malcolm, not me.
“You’re a fucking liar, Malcolm,” Kade snapped.
“And you’re a cockblock, Jones,” Malcolm shot back, his voice hardening. “And you were late, so you have no one to blame here but yourself.”
“I thought we had an understanding,” Kade said, his voice quiet but firm.
Malcolm pushed himself upright, leaning forward. “We do, don’t we? Part one, you don’t piss me off. Part two, I do whatever—and whoever—I want.”
The tension in the room thickened, oppressive and electric. I glanced between them, unsure if I was supposed to say something or just sit here on Malcolm’s cock and let the convo unfurl without interference.
“I should go…” I started, gesturing vaguely toward the door.
“No, I do whoever I want, whenever I want, and right now, you’re my lucky bitch,” Malcolm said sharply, his eyes snapping to mine. His hands wrapped around my hips, his fingers digging in. “You’re not going anywhere. ‘Cept maybe up and down on my dick. Damn, you’re so tight, baby.”
And that right there ruined the word “baby” for me forever. Thank you, Malcolm.
Kade turned to me for the briefest moment before looking back at Malcolm.
Malcolm noticed too, and his smirk turned downright cruel. “What’s the matter, Jones? Feeling a little…left out? Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, bro.”
Kade shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. “I’m not your bro,” he mumbled, looking down at the floor.
“Take off your shirt,” Malcolm ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. “We’re going to have a threesome.”
Before I could get the words “No the fuck we’re not” to form on my tongue, Kade obeyed without a word, pulling his T-shirt over his head and dropping it to the floor, somehow without disturbing his mask. Practice, I guessed.
“Now behave,” Malcolm said. “Or I’ll make you regret it.”
He wasn’t talking to me, which was good for him, because when it came to behaving, I was not the girl for the job.
Kade nodded.
“Get up, Tuesday,” Malcolm said, and I did, gladly, though my entire being shuddered as his cock slid out of me.
Malcolm got up, too. He walked over to Kade and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him in for a kiss I could only describe as punishing.
The second Kade began to kiss him back, Malcolm broke away. But with a tenderness I did not expect, he caressed the side of Kade’s mask.
I took a step backward. “Um, well, I’m just going to—”
“You’re such a good cocksucker,” Malcolm interrupted me, speaking to Kade as I sidled toward the door. “When’s the last time someone gave you head, Jones?”
“Uh…” Kade began.
My stomach churned. I knew where this was going. I thought of Kade’s cock, forced into my hand, in the library, of him pushing and thrusting into my palm. No way was I putting it in my mouth. No fucking way.
“Can’t even remember?” Malcolm asked, the fake sympathy in his voice making me want to retch. “Well, let’s remedy that.”
He left Kade and stepped toward me, around me.
Behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist, in what in any other circumstance might have been a loving embrace.
His breath hot against my skin, he whispered directly into my ear, so low I could barely hear him, like we were sharing a lover’s secret.
“Connor told me to let him know if you ever asked about the Lifewell. You get to decide whether I tell him or not, but I can only imagine the consequences of your actions will be…unsavory. Do you want me to tell him?”
If you know what’s good for you, you will forget you ever heard the word Lifewell. And if I find out that you’ve even thought that word? I will make you fucking regret it.
That had been a warning from Connor, but Dean Bennett had pretty much said the same thing.
This was karma biting me in the ass for blackmailing Dean Bennett into letting me into Whispering Ivy.
“Do you want me to tell Connor?” Malcolm asked again.
I shook my head.
Just as he had with Kade, Malcolm caressed my cheek with one hand while trailing his other fingers down my arm.
He asked his next question for my ears only. “Then you’re going to choke on Kade’s cock for me, aren’t you?”
With a whimper that was beneath me, I nodded. How could I suck the cock that I’d been forced to make cum all over my fingers?
“Don’t worry, I’ll make him stop when your face turns blue,” Malcolm said. Then to Kade, he announced, “Good news, babe. Tuesday’s gonna deep-throat you. Right, Tuesday?”
“Sure,” I said flatly.
I’d done worse. And always one to see the silver lining on the big-ass thundercloud, I realized that if nothing else, I’d get a good up-close look at Kade without his pants on. I’d know, without a doubt, that he was the one who’d assaulted me in the library.
“I—” Kade began.
“You what?” Malcolm cut him off as I worked on building up as much saliva in my desert-dry mouth as possible.
Kade’s posture flickered with uncertainty as he shifted from foot to foot. “Malcolm, I don’t think—”
“You’re not here to think,” Malcolm cut him off sharply. “You’re here to listen. And to do what I say. And it’s sir, remember?”
Malcolm’s hands clamped on my shoulders, and he gave me a slight push. “On the bed, on your back. Face this way, head hanging over the edge.”
My clit thrummed between my thighs, despite the disgust I felt, at Malcolm, at Kade, at myself.
I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t deny it. It was as if the blood in my veins had been replaced by liquid lust, and my heart’s every beat was a cry for sex, pounding at the same pace as my singular thought, repeating fast-paced and greedily on a loop: cock cock cock cock cock cock.
“Now, Tuesday,” Malcolm ordered.
The mattress dipped beneath me as I climbed onto it, my knees pressing against the rumpled sheets.
As if his instructions didn’t suffice, Malcolm followed me, his hands keeping a firm hold as he maneuvered me like a sex doll until I was posed just how he wanted me.
I watched, upside down, as, apparently satisfied, he strode over to Kade.
Wig, don’t fail me now. Hopefully neither of them would pull a Xander and yank it off.
“Now let’s get you naked, Jones.”
“Do you…” Kade turned my way. “Can we blindfold her?”
And why would you want to do that, Kade? So I can’t see your cock?
I’d still be able to feel it. The size and shape had burned into my brain. I wouldn’t have to look at it to know—
“Why do you look so fucking nervous, dude?” Malcolm asked, a hard, annoyed edge to his words. Then he laughed. “Oh shit. Is this your first time on the receiving end of a BJ?”
“Of course not,” Kade said. “I just thought… It might make it kinkier if she was bli—”
“What the hell did I tell you about thinking?” Malcolm poked his beefy finger into Kade’s temple, his voice cold and mocking. “Don’t worry. It’s gonna be plenty kinky. But what the fuck? Tuesday, Kadey is shy about letting a girl see his widdle wee wee. Close your eyes.”
“Whatever,” I said, complying. “But can we get on with the show? The blood is rushing to my head, and I’m going to pass out if—”
“Now that would make it kinky as fuck,” Malcolm said with a chuckle.
Then there was a sharp intake of breath and the sound of a zipper. The rustle of denim against skin.
Then footsteps and warmth radiating against my face.
“The bed’s the perfect height,” Malcolm said. “You won’t even have to bend your knees. Just stand there and fuck her face, buddy.”
If he thought I was intimidated, he couldn’t be more mistaken.
That summer Mom and I lived with Xander, doing this with him, for him, had been one of my top five fantasies.
I’d practiced with any phallic object I could find until my gag reflex was nil, imagining him praising me for my ability to take every damn inch of him so fucking well.
“Move,” Malcolm barked, his voice snapping like a whip. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Kade flinched his head so hard at the command that I felt it, but he obeyed, his fingers brushing lightly against my temples as he positioned himself. His heat was unbearable, his presence overwhelming as he leaned closer, pressing his shaft against my lips.
“Open wide, baby,” Malcolm coaxed, his tone deceptively soft.
I parted my lips, my breath catching as Kade slid forward, pushing the head of his cock into my mouth, the weight of it heavy and unyielding on my tongue. The salty, undeniably male taste of him filled my senses, and I fought against the instinct to pull back.
It was him. It was him. It was him.