Looking over my shoulder, I try to take a step back, put distance between Jaden and I, but Rhett doesn’t allow it. Instead, he pushes his erection against my ass, and with the ever so slight nudge of his pelvis, my front is pressed up against a very aroused Jaden as well. I can’t. Can I?
“Stop whatever shit’s going on in that head of yours, and give me those big fucking lips.”
Surprise, surprise… leave it to him to piss me off as well as turn me on. I don’t have big lips. Do I? Fucking Jaden.
Then he kissed me. We’ve fucked more than we’ve kissed. This slower paced man is not the one I know. He tasted like he did before, but paired with metallic taste of what I imagine is dried blood. Feeling Rhett’s mouth work up the side of my neck before he lifts my hair and trails warm wet open-mouthed kisses along the back of my neck, I lose any thought of the man in front of me. “Rhett—”
“You know what J? I’m thinkin’ maybe she needs to see some proof that she’s wanted.”
What?
The distinct sound of two zippers lowering practically echoes through the room and I hear them as if they’re on loudspeaker even over the storm raging outside.
This time when Rhett comes into view, he is side-by-side with the same man he’d punched just minutes ago. Both men stand with cocks in hand, slowing stroking themselves as they stare at me. I, Skye Briar Blake had not one sexy man but two in front of me. Surreal—sur-fucking-real.
“Take off your shirt.”
Rhett’s tone left no room for discussion and without hesitation; I did as I was told.
“On your knees.”
Then I did what any other red-blooded woman would do faced with these two men in front of her; I looked. I felt the warmth pool in my lower belly and my pussy clench with want like I’ve never felt. Jaden’s hand had picked up speed, and somewhere along the line, he’d ditched his shirt. But Rhett? His hand moved slow and steady. The veins along his forearms strained within his tanned skin. The dark hair that lightly covered his arms screamed of his masculinity. When he widened his stance, my eyes took in his cock that I’d yet to see before tonight. Not quite as long as Jaden’s but what he lacked in length, he more than made up with girth.
“Aren’t you supposed to be doin’ somethin’, beautiful?”
Ummm. “I forgot.”
When Rhett laughs, it’s not mocking me like Jaden’s has.
“Knees.”
His touch is so much kinder as he pushes the hair that has fallen across my face. Not letting go, he holds my head where it was and lifts his cock to my lips. When I opened my mouth to take him in, Rhett’s hold on my hair tightened just shy of pain.
“I didn’t say you could have my cock in your mouth…yet.” I nod slightly. “Lick me, just the head.” Pure exhilaration was what I felt when I heard him suck in a quick breath. “Suck me deep, beautiful.” Taking him as far as I could, I swallowed, and his answering groan was all I needed to spur me on. “Does that taste like I don’t want you?” No, no it didn’t. Actually the taste that was slowly filling my mouth with each bob of my head tasted like the exact opposite of unwanted. I felt desired. I felt needed. I felt wanted.
When his hold on my hair switched from his right hand to his left, I realized he was making sure Jaden saw it all. He wanted him watching me suck him, wanted him to see everything. This is the part where I’m probably supposed to be pissed, upset, or what-the-fuck-ever, but I’m not. No, I feel myself getting wetter just knowing he’s watching, knowing it’s his hand I hear. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound builds my excitement, getting me hotter every second. It made me suck Rhett’s cock like my life depended on it. Sucking him hard, as deep as I could, and without shame, I soaked him until my mouth was dripping.
“I don’t give a fuck if you’re not a swallower, beautiful. You are tonight.” My scalp stung as his grip increased, pushing his cock until he hit the back of my throat; I still sucked as hard as I could. “Greedy ass mouth wants to swallow me whole,” he panted. “J, you payin’ attention? Here it comes; swallow every fuckin’ drop.”
Doing just as I was instructed, I swallowed every drop he gave me. Pulse after pulse filled my throat with his very essence. I’ve never been this close to an orgasm without a single finger near my pussy. I was so close to climaxing, I probably could’ve if I’d just thought about sucking Rhett off a few seconds longer. But when he pushed against my face and swiveled his hips, I began to gag. My mouth was wrapped around the base of his shaft and he was still hard beyond deep in my throat.
“Breathe through it. Fuck, one more.” He said as he repeated the motions again but this time, I was prepared. Hissing as he pulled himself from my mouth, I couldn’t help but smile at the goofy sated look on his face. I did that to him, I gave him that goofy-ass look.
“Your turn.”
Did he just tell him I’d blow him, too? Oh. My. God. Suddenly the repercussions that will hit tomorrow frighten me. Will Rhett be able to get over this? Over what I’ve already done with this other man? Would one night of sexual playtime fuck us over for good?
Though my concerns were legitimate, I know I’m not willing to walk away either. And that? Well, that’s what got me in this shit-mess in the first place. My absolutely shameless attention whore hadn’t been getting any attention…until Jaden. And what did I do? I gave her what she wanted at the time and I wasn’t willing to walk away now either.
My train of thought was quickly derailed when Rhett sat on the couch and pulled my body between his legs. His jeans now completely up but not buttoned felt like sandpaper against my arms.
“You’re gonna suck him dry all while I’ve got my hands touching you in all the places I’ve been imagining.”
In one swift swoop, my shirt was up and over my head, and seconds later my bra was unhooked and slipped from my arms. The slight chill in the room paired with my arousal turned my nipples into tight points, which his fingers quickly found. My nips became painfully tighter as he rolled and pinched them between his fingers. “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off in the shower thinking of you? Only you. Touching you, tasting you, wanting you.”
**Jaden**
“Open up those big lips.” I know she hates when I say her lips are big, which is why I say it. No lie, that fire in her eyes gets me off as much as using her body any goddamn way I like.
Call me surprised when she doesn’t snap at me, but instead opens her mouth and closes her eyes, waiting just waiting for my dick. Instead, I smear the come leaking from me across her lips. Even in the dim room, I could see the shine covering her mouth. With each flash of lightning, her face lit up and the effects of our mouths pinkening her own were clear. Pink and swollen—just the way I want her lips when they’re wrapped around me, hell, same way I like her pussy.
When Skye looks up at me with my dick in her mouth, I lose my shit. Thrusting forward, I shove my dick as deep as I can before I’m in to the root. I’d imagined what it’d feel like to be inside the warm, wet heaven of her mouth. Framing her face with both hands, I take what I’ve thought of doing for weeks. Plunging in and out of her beyond fucking eager mouth without slowing—I wait for the gag, I expect the gag, I want that gag. I feel the corners of my mouth turn up, and I’m sure it’s as evil looking as it feels. C’mon Skye, you gotta breathe sometime…they always do. One, two, three more thrusts and I feel her reflexes kick in, and I hold my own breath when I hear her gasp for hers. Her throat tightens against my dick still buried as deep as I can go.