Chapter 19 Team Building Exercise #2
With that, he stood and helped her to her feet. Beside them, Jiro smoothly rose too, and after a second of hesitation Jax followed.
Arthur raised an eyebrow in quiet assessment.
“I like to watch,” Jax said simply. A look of mutual recognition passed between them.
Arthur turned back to April, his brows lifting in a silent question. The weight of all of them registered at once, pressing in. Arthur steady beside her. Jax already calculating. Jiro watching her like she was the pull of a song he couldn’t stop following.
She took Arthur’s hand and started walking. He led, and she went with him, Jax and Jiro close behind as they slipped through the velvet curtain into the private lounge.
As the door clicked shut behind them, the club’s roar dropped to a low, rhythmic thrum. Same stocked bar, same low-slung couch, same one-way mirror. The lock turned. The sound felt final in a way it hadn’t before.
Already in motion, Jiro circled her with quiet focus. His eyes moved over her face, reading the changes in her expression, matching her breath until he stopped in front of her.
Slowly, his hand came up, cupping her jaw with a gentleness that made her forget the room had other people in it.
“You’re sure?”
She nodded.
The exhale that followed sounded like relief, and then he kissed her. Her hands curled into his shirt, and she kissed him back.
Arthur’s hand settled at the small of her back. “Words.”
She glanced over her shoulder and met his eyes. “Yes.”
Jax grinned. “Verbal consent. Love it. Very sexy. Very legal.”
Arthur cupped her face and kissed her. Everything below her waist clenched.
"I brought supplies," he said, and produced a small bottle from his jacket pocket.
Jax blinked; then reached into his own jacket and pulled out an identical bottle.
Their eyes met.
A tiny, solemn nod passed between them. Like engineers confirming redundant systems.
April laughed, the kind that comes with a lump in your throat, because somehow being prepared for was also being cherished.
“Prepared,” Jax said.
“Always,” Arthur replied.
“You’re both ridiculous,” she said fondly.
Arthur kissed her again, mouth brushing hers in measured strokes.Then his hands moved, sliding down her spine to find her zipper like he’d mapped it hours ago. His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, then her collar.
When he pulled back, she was breathless, and her dress was already slipping from her shoulder.
Arthur's hands cupped her shoulders, turning her to face Jiro. Jiro stepped in without being told, his hands finding the small of her back and drawing her closer. They moved with unspoken coordination, a dance of hands and heat that pulled April into the center of their orbit.
They pressed in against her. Hands roving her arms and kisses placed on her newly bare shoulders. She could feel Jiro's warmth through the dress, the solid weight of Arthur behind her. It was barely a hug, but it had her heart kicking up and her thighs clenching.
"How are they—" April started.
Jax watched them a moment. “You can tell by how they move they’ve got a system.”
“A system?”
“They’re synchronized,” he said, already palming himself through his pants. His voice dropped. “It’s kind of beautiful to watch.”
Jiro’s mouth found her neck. Warmth bloomed where his lips touched like sunlight finding bare skin. “We do,” he murmured and she felt his smile.
Oh. So not from taxes then.
Arthur’s fingers brushed her shoulders and eased the dress down until it pooled at her feet. She barely had time to register it. And for one surreal second, she thought the dress had seen more in a single day than most formal wear did in a lifetime.
She stood in her underwear, cool air hitting her skin.
"Still wearing those? That's dedication."
“They’re my power panties.” She said as if it could encapsulate what being armored meant.
Jax grinned.
"Beautiful," Jiro corrected, placing a shallow kiss on the swell of her breast.
Arthur’s thumb traced the line of her spine, down, down until his hands settled firmly on her ass. He squeezed once. Then his fingers spread her through the lace, and April became suddenly, acutely aware of her own body.
Arthur’s voice stayed level. “Are you comfortable with anal?”
April turned toward him in his arms, steadying herself with the weight his gaze. “Yes.”
“When was the last time?”
She hesitated, then shook her head once. “Not in a while.”
Jax let out a low whistle. "Oh, this is going to be good." But his voice had changed. He shifted on the couch, and April realized he wasn’t just watching, he was witnessing. Wanting to see her come apart because it mattered to him that she did.
Arthur made a quiet grunt of acknowledgment. His fingers rubbed her hip in slow strokes. Then hooked into the black lace, slowly sliding it down until his fingers were caressing bare skin. He grabbed a cheek in each hand and slowly spread her open again.
"We're going to take our time getting you ready," he said.
Jiro's mouth found hers before she could respond, kissing her slow and deep. She opened to him and felt his tongue slide against hers.
Arthur's fingers explored, one hand still steady at her ass, the other sliding between her legs, finding her lips damp against his touch. "So wet already," he said, and she could hear the satisfaction in his voice. Her arousal grew at his words, and her pussy gave a sharp throb of want.
Jiro pressed gently on her shoulders, easing her down onto the couch without breaking the kiss. Jax shifted to one end pulling his cock out. The ladder piercing caught the dim light; metal gleaming along the underside of his shaft.
Arthur's eyes flicked over briefly. Then back to April.
“Don’t mind me,” Jax said, wrapping his hand around himself. “Just enjoying the show.” But his smirk faltered as they laid her down.
Then Jiro spread her thighs, and her focus narrowed. Watching him expose her pussy to cool air and the collective heat of their gaze.
Arthur moved between her spread legs, licking his lips as he looked at her. Her cheeks heated but she held herself still. Then they were both touching her: Jiro's mouth on her breasts, Arthur's fingers sliding up her leg. His gaze intense as he pressed his fingers inside her.
"You're soaked," Arthur said. "So ready for us already.
" Jiro's tongue circled her nipple, then his teeth scraped gently, sending sensation rushing through her.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy and then he curled them, hitting a spot inside her that made her back arch off the couch as pleasure surged through her.
"God, look at her face," Jax said, "She’s a gorgeous feedback loop."
"That's it," he murmured. "Let us hear you."
April heard a bottle cap click.
Then lube slicked fingers touched her ass.
Arthur's palm stayed firm at her hip, anchoring her. "Breathe," he said, steady as mountains. "Tell me if anything hurts."
April's voice came out thin. "Okay."
"Good girl," Arthur murmured. And it hit like praise, like permission, like promise—and she jerked enough that Jiro laughed softly against her skin.
A finger pressed into her ass slowly, creating a burning stretch that eventually eased into a deep, heavy ache as he held still, letting her adjust. Jiro's mouth never stopped on her breasts, giving her small licks of pleasure, helping her relax. When Arthur’s finger began to move, in and out until the burn softened into a deeper ache.
"How does that feel?" Arthur asked, never ceasing his motion but looking at her for her answer.
"Good," April managed. "Really good."
He added more lube, working her open with his finger before adding a second to the first, pumping them, scissoring them to stretch her.
Jiro chose that moment to slide his hand between her legs, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in gentle motions. A counterpoint to Arthur’s thrusting. The dual sensations—Arthur stretching her, Jiro circling her clit—made her hips jerk.
"Oh god—"
Jax’s hand moved faster on his cock, his breath coming shorter. “Look at you. You’re so fucking perfect, April. She's close already," Jax added, his thumb swiping over the head of his cock.
“Not yet,” Arthur said. “We’re not finished.”
His fingers were patient and thorough, adding more lube, working her open on a third finger.
The stretch was almost too much, but Jiro's gentle circles on her clit kept her right on the edge of pleasure-pain, that space where everything blurred together. Not enough to tip over, just enough to let her relax into them. Her body making space where it hadn’t before.
"Please," she whimpered. The wet sounds were obscene; she was making noises she'd never heard before and couldn't control.
"Please what?" Arthur asked, adding a fourth finger.
The stretch was intense and too much and wonderful. Her body humming between the spiral of her clit and the weight in her ass. "Please let me come."
"Not yet." Arthur's fingers withdrew, and the build stopped and she felt achingly empty. Arthur reached for a wipe from the table, cleaning his fingers quickly before tossing it aside.
Jiro helped her turn over, positioning her on her hands and knees. Arms resting on the back of the couch, ass in the air, thighs spread, everything on display.
For a second, everything was too sharp; the air on her skin, the silence between the bass beats, the awareness of exactly how exposed she was.
Then Arthur’s hand settled on the small of her back, and the awareness didn’t stop but it stopped being a fear and morphed itself into desire. “Keep going,” she said.
Arthur pressed his cock against her and the size of him seeking entrance in her seemed mathematically impossible.
"Tell me if it's too much." Then he was pushing in. The stretch was a devastating burn, and she tried to breathe through it as he sank deeper.