Laikyn
I’d never known a man to turn down an offer of a blow job. In fact, it was usually a requirement before I could get my own needs met.
Rule had turned the tables on me before I knew what was happening. And now that his mouth was on me, I was worried I’d bitten off more than I could chew. That damn shower sprayer had nothing on his wicked tongue. And fuck that vibrator. As far as I was concerned, it was fired. Rule licked me like he knew the location of every nerve ending between my legs. He sucked and flicked my clit like it had offended him, then worshipped me like I was a delectable treat. He kept me on edge, never giving me enough for the tension to break, but it continued to intensify until I thought I would implode.
“Please!” I cried out, trying to reach for his head, wanting to hold him down, to force him to finish me off.
He grabbed my hand and held it against my chest. I tried with the other. He did the same thing, using his forearms to keep my legs pinned back while he fused his lips to my clit, lashing at me until tears leaked from my eyes. It was the most intense thing I’d ever felt, and while I never wanted it to end, the pressure was too much.
Rule paused, lifting his head and meeting my gaze. I could see my juices on his beard, and that sight was so damn erotic it was almost enough to send me over.
But he had other plans.
“Hold your legs back.”
He placed my hands where he wanted them as though he didn’t trust me to figure it out myself.
“Spread yourself wide. Let me see your pussy.”
My chest heaved as I did what he said while he stood up. His eyes remained locked on my most private parts while he pulled his shirt over his head.
Good gracious, the man was beautiful. Tall, lean, and muscled. The tattoos added to the beauty, the designs formed along his musculature, highlighting the deep grooves and sexy planes.
“Tease your clit,” he instructed, and suddenly the room warmed about thirty degrees.
Using my index finger, I lightly teased the swollen nub. When I had his full attention, I slipped the tip of my index finger inside my pussy and dragged my juices over my clit for an easier glide.
He took a step back and sat on the bench at the end of the bed. He propped his foot on his knee and untied his boot, removing it slowly while ogling my pussy.
“There are a few things we need to set straight.”
“Hmm?” I couldn’t form words; the heat of his gaze as it molested my pussy was too much. I was touching myself, but it felt like his fingers for the pleasure that coursed through my veins.
“First of all, if we’re doing this, we’re doing all of it.”
I wasn’t sure what that meant, but the only thing I could do was cock an eyebrow to show my confusion.
“Meaning we fuck because we enjoy it. No games, no expectations, Laikyn.”
I nodded. I was completely on board with that. Especially right now. I was swollen and throbbing and so desperate I was tempted to thrust my fingers inside me just to ease the ache. The only reason I didn’t was because I didn’t want him to walk away, and he’d already given me instructions. To violate them would be risking something I wasn’t willing to give up.
“And I know you want Jinx. I see the way you look at him. I’m not blind.”
“I wouldn’t have acted on it,” I countered, unwilling to take the blame for what happened last night. That was his idea, not mine.
“I know.”
Since we were being truthful, I added, “But now that I’ve been with him…”
“You want more?”
I nodded despite my head not moving much.
When he wore only his jeans, he stood up, returning to me so he could drag one thick finger along my seam, shoving my hand aside and grazing my clit lightly before slipping lower. He pushed that finger inside me, and my muscles tightened around him, wanting to hold him there.
“You need to know something,” he said, teasing me ruthlessly.
“I’m not the only one fucking Jinx?” I said, voicing my suspicion.
His gaze swept over my face.
“I see the way you look at him,” I said, throwing his words back at him. “And the way he looks at you.”
Rule didn’t respond, nor did he stop fingering me. He was lighting me up from the inside.
“Do you have a problem with that?”
I shook my head. I honestly didn’t. Although if he asked, I wouldn’t deny that I hoped one day to watch them together. I wouldn’t make the request because it felt like a violation of the rules he was setting, but it didn’t change the fact.
“You want to watch,” he said as though he could read my mind.
I nodded. No sense denying it.
He added another finger, pushing two deep inside me. “You’re a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you?”
I whimpered. “You have no idea.”
I wasn’t sure what the appeal was about their being together, but something told me it would be an experience I would never forget. I’d fantasized about it briefly when I first suspected it. Now that I knew for sure, I would become obsessed until I witnessed it.
“So, can I?” I prompted.
“We’ll see.” A smirk formed on his perfect mouth. “If you’re giving me this”—he pumped his fingers inside me—“then you have to give me this, too.”
I gasped when his thumb grazed my anus.
“Understood?”
I was willing to give him anything as long as he would ease the ache. “Yes.”
His thumb continued to tease the delicate nerve endings of my back hole. “Have you ever been fucked here?”
“No.” Until last night, until Jinx had fucked me with his thumb, no one had breached that entrance. It surprised me how good it felt, how taboo it was.
The look on his face was pure sin. I got the feeling he liked that I was an anal virgin, and he looked forward to ridding me of that pesky detail.
I looked forward to it, too.
His thumb continued to taunt my anus as he pulled his fingers out of my pussy, then put them in his mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”
I wasn’t sure what to say. I was mesmerized by the look on his face. The darkness that I sensed in him. I knew that he was going to show me things I hadn’t even fantasized about. Things that would never be discussed in my social circles because that wasn’t what stuck-up rich people discussed.
His other hand fell away. “Sit up.”
Disappointed but eager, I lowered my legs and sat up on the end of the chair.
In one swift move, he turned me around, manhandling me as though I weighed nothing.
“That’s where I want you,” he said when my feet were at the top of the chair, my head angled on the downward curve of the bottom, his denim-covered cock hovering above my face.
Watching him upside down was disorienting but exciting at the same time. I licked my lips, trying to urge him to hurry.
He didn’t. He took his time pushing his jeans and underwear down his legs, freeing his cock. Rule’s big hand curled around his beautiful dick as he stepped out of his jeans and kicked them away. I watched as he cradled his balls with one hand and stroked himself with the other. When he stepped closer, I opened my mouth, wanting to taste him.
“Lick,” he instructed.
I had to lift my head to reach as he dragged his balls over my lips. I licked and savored as much as I could reach, his salty flavor going straight to my head.
He stepped back and brushed the head of his cock over my lips, painting them with pre-cum. It was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced, and I eagerly awaited his next instruction.
“I want you to suck me. Nice and easy. Like you’re making love to my dick with your mouth. Don’t you dare make me come, or I’ll stop.”
Before I could ask, “Stop what?” he pressed one knee on the chair beside my head and leaned over me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my pussy, the firmness of his hands as he spread my legs wide. I propped my feet on the headrest and bent my knees outward, giving him full access to where I needed him most.
“Suck me,” he growled, his words reverberating through my pussy.
I tilted my head to take him in my mouth, but it wasn’t easy. He was even bigger than I thought. My lips stretched so wide I thought the corners would crack as I took him as deep as possible. In this position, he had more control than I did, but he didn’t fuck my face, he let me control the movements. I licked along his shaft, trying to learn the ridges, listening for sounds of his pleasure so I knew where to focus. Or trying to.
I used my hands, sliding them over his waist, his hips, the smooth, hard globes of his ass. Touching him was a treat in itself. He was so warm and so hard. I wanted to learn every ridge and plane of his body with my tongue.
My attention was divided because the sensation of his mouth between my legs was overwhelming, distracting me from pleasuring him.
“Keep going,” he said, nipping the inside of my thigh.
I whimpered, the pain sending a surge of pleasure through my veins.
“Ah, you like that.” He pushed one finger inside me, then nipped my leg again.
There was no denying it because my pussy contracted around his finger.
I tried rocking my hips, urging him to finger fuck me, but he was in complete control. Then he shifted, moving his supporting leg outward, giving me more room to maneuver beneath him. When I could move my head, I took him in my mouth again and fought to rival the sensations he was causing. I’d never had a man pay that much attention to me. Never had one who seemed as eager to give head as to receive.
When I began bobbing too quickly, he pulled his mouth from me.
“Slow, butterfly. Slow.”
I’d always found pet names awkward and amusing, but for some reason, I liked that he called me that. Butterflies were my spirit animal, if you will. I wasn’t sure that was his reason for calling me that, but it felt unique to me, as though he saw me as a thing of beauty that had emerged from a life in the shadows, not merely a means to an end.
I eased up, taking him as deep as I could, pushing the edge of my gag reflex more and more each time until the thick head pressed the back of my throat. I choked and pulled back, then started all over again.
I could hear him mumbling praises as I worked him while he licked me thoroughly, fondling my clit, fucking his tongue into me. I was hanging on by a thread, but I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him what he was giving me, but I wasn’t sure it was possible. Nothing had ever felt as good as his mouth and his fingers.
I was so focused I didn’t realize that the world was tilting because he was rolling us. Suddenly, he was under me, his feet on the floor, his back curved with the arch of the chair. I moved my knees in tight to his body so I wouldn’t fall off and returned to my task. I had the ability to use my hand, so I curled my fingers around the thick base of his beautiful cock and stroked, my fingers meeting my mouth halfway down.
“Thata girl,” he groaned, pumping his hips. “Fuck yes. Suck me, Laikyn. Take my dick in your throat.”
The vibrations of his words and their sinful vulgarity caused sparks to dance behind my eyelids. I was going to come, and he wouldn’t be able to stop me. I tried not to grind myself on his face, but I couldn’t help it. Pleasure bordered on pain because I was so close but not quite there.
Rule wrapped one arm around my hips, pulling me flush to his mouth. He sucked my clit, flicking it ruthlessly. I pulled him from my mouth and rode the waves of sensation as they racked my entire body until I was soaring higher and higher … then free-falling into ecstasy as the electrical current moved through me, escaping through my fingers and toes.
I didn’t get a chance to catch my breath before Rule had me on my back once again. I shifted so I was once again reclining in the chair, watching his tight ass as he strolled into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a condom in his hand. He didn’t waste time, tearing it open with his teeth, then rolling it down his beautiful cock. When he moved over me this time, I stared into his face, wanting to see him as he stretched me.
His eyes darkened as he pushed in, sinking in slowly, my body accommodating, the muscles relaxing around his girth. I curled my leg around his hip, pressing my ankle against his ass.
“You ready?”
To fall in love with you? No. “Yes.”
Rule pulled out slowly, then punched his hips forward, impaling me in one violent thrust. I came, the orgasm surprising me with its intensity. His eyes glittered, and a smile curved the corner of his mouth as he began to fuck me into the chair.
He punished me with ecstasy, taking me to places I didn’t know existed. I came three more times, although I wasn’t sure how. As the last tremor faded, he slammed into me one final time, his body tensing as his cock pulsed. I held onto him, digging my nails into his back as I pretended time didn’t stand still for those few precious moments when he was vulnerable and completely mine.
“You okay?” he whispered, pressing his face into my neck as he gasped for air.
Not really. I’ll never be the same. “Definitely.”
As I lay there smiling beneath him, I realized I was going to have to up my game if I expected to keep up with him.
Good thing I liked a challenge.
* * *
Jinx
As soon as I walked into the house, I heard them. Grunts and moans echoed from upstairs, tempting me to see what they were doing.
I managed to refrain. I pretended it was my right to go upstairs and that I chose not to because I wanted to give them time alone. Truth is, I didn’t know where I stood in the grand scheme of things. I knew what I wanted, but my craving for Laikyn felt like a betrayal to Rule. Last night, he’d told her it was both of us or neither, but I knew that hadn’t been for my benefit. Rule had been protecting himself. By keeping me there, he wasn’t alone with her and didn’t risk getting in too deep. The man pretended he didn’t have feelings, but I knew better. He did. He simply didn’t acknowledge them.
Until Laikyn.
Her presence was changing him.
I rubbed Waldo’s head when he pressed his nose to my knee. He was hungry, if I had to guess. I patted his head and then pointed toward the kitchen, letting him lead the way. I went to work preparing his dinner, then pulled plates and silverware out of the cabinets to go with the bags of food on the counter. They were still warm, so I knew Rule had detoured after he got home.
Before I had all the cartons out of the bag, I heard footsteps on the stairs. I looked up in time to see Laikyn coming down, wearing one of Rule’s T-shirts and, based on her bare legs, nothing else.
When she saw me, she smiled, and it did something to my insides.
“Hi. I didn’t know you were home.”
I held up one finger, then shrugged and added another.
“Only for a couple of minutes?” she said, translating.
I nodded, then pointed to the food.
“Yes, I’m starving. But first…”
I was about to pass her a plate, but Laikyn stepped between me and the center island, her body pressing against me.
“I’m glad you’re home.”
Her lips pressed to mine, and I was instantly lost. No one had ever greeted me like that before, and I couldn’t pretend I didn’t like it.
Gripping her ass with one hand and the back of her head with the other, I angled my mouth over hers and kissed her like the starving man I was. Her soft moan tickled my tongue and made my dick kick hard in my jeans. When we surfaced for air, I felt a shift in the air and realized Rule was strolling toward us.
Instantly, I felt guilty because I’d taken what Laikyn freely offered, but I hadn’t thought about him before I kissed her back.
Fuck.
“He gave me permission to ravish you.”
I looked at Rule, my eyebrows lifting skyward.
He shrugged as though it was no big deal, his tone gruff when he said, “And she gave me permission to fuck you.”
That caught me by surprise and had me stepping back from Laikyn. I frowned. Should I have been a part of this conversation? It seemed to have been centered around me, so perhaps I should’ve had a say in the matter.
“Unless you have objections,” Laikyn tacked on, clearly seeing my confusion. “I only wanted clarification. I did marry him, yet he let me fuck you. I wanted to understand the playing field.”
Yeah, that would be good for me to know, too.
Laikyn’s expression sobered. “Clearly, I approached this the wrong way. I’m sorry. I should’ve—”
My frustration had no bearing on my need for her. And though I would certainly be tackling the conversation at a later time, for the moment, I was content to kiss her because I’d spent all fucking day thinking about her, wanting to see her, to touch her, to feel her.
“Oh!” Laikyn squealed when I jerked her to me and crushed my mouth to hers.
Her arms went around my neck, her cool fingers teasing my skin, and this time I caressed her ass with both hands beneath her shirt so I could feel the smooth, rounded globes against my palms.
“While you two do that, I’m gonna eat,” Rule said, and I didn’t miss the edge in his tone.
The reference to food made my stomach growl in response and caused Laikyn to laugh as she pulled her mouth from mine.
“Perhaps we should eat first and play later.”
I would prefer to eat while playing, but I nodded in agreement. I was hungry, and honestly, I was fucking exhausted. We’d stayed up all night working on her studio, and although I’d caught a two-hour nap on the couch in Rule’s office, it wasn’t enough. I needed to sleep for a solid eight before I would feel like my normal self again.
“He won’t get his until you get yours,” Rule told Laikyn. “But get all you want because he’ll eat the rest.”
Laikyn’s eyebrows lowered as she backed up. “Is that your thing or what? That’s the second time someone’s told me that.”
I felt Rule’s eyes on me as he walked outside and took a seat on one of the sofas. He cocked an eyebrow, so I nodded, permitting him to tell the story so I didn’t have to drag it out over text.
“His parents were addicts,” Rule explained while Laikyn spooned food onto her plate. “When he could stay with his grandmother, he had enough food. When he couldn’t, he was lucky to get scraps. When his grandmother died, he was left to fend for himself.”
“When did she die?” Laikyn asked, directing the question at me.
Rule answered for me. “When he was ten. He went into foster care when he was eleven. That’s how we met.”
“This is plenty for me,” Laikyn said, then gestured to the remaining food. “Eat. You’ll need your strength.”
I shook my head and smiled as I dumped the remaining food on the last plate. I grabbed a fork and joined them on the patio.
“You were in a group home?”
I looked at Rule.
“I told her my story,” he admitted. “And yes. He was thirteen when he came to the group home I was in. I was sixteen.”
“Did you go to the same school?”
Rule shook his head. “I graduated high school when I was fifteen, so no.”
“Oh, right. You’re ridiculously smart.” She laughed.
When Laikyn looked at me, I pointed to Rule, turned two fingers toward my eyes, and then pointed to my chest.
“He kept an eye on you?”
I had to admit, it thrilled me that Laikyn could read me so easily. The fact that I didn’t talk, rather than couldn’t, had the ability to put people off. When I was a kid, my parents would beat me if I didn’t use my words. They never understood that my anxiety made it impossible. As I got older, the anxiety eased up, but I attributed that to having a consistent routine and people who didn’t push me to do shit I didn’t want to do. It helped that Rule made me feel safe. Even now, when I was capable of holding my own against anyone, I knew he wouldn’t leave me to fend for myself. And while I didn’t suffer anxiety attacks nearly as much, I couldn’t speak. My brain simply wouldn’t direct my voice to work.
Laikyn glanced between us. “Since we’re tackling difficult subjects, when did you two start fucking?”
Thank God I wasn’t taking a bite. However, I did choke on nothing.
“Oh, sorry. Should I have worded it differently? Maybe you refer to it as making love?”
Rule snorted. “No filter.”
“Who me?” Laikyn grinned. “No, definitely no filter. So? When?”
“Has anyone told you you ask too many questions?”
“Many times,” she answered simply. “Your turn. When?”
Rule shook his head, but I could tell he was grinning. I was grateful Laikyn wasn’t expecting me to answer because I wasn’t sure this was a subject I cared to venture into. Although she seemed open to the idea, and I detected no judgment, it wasn’t something I was necessarily comfortable discussing. However, the question did trigger the memory.
“Hey? You good?” Rule asked when he walked into the motel room.
I glanced up at him from where I sat on one of the queen beds. We’d been on the road for three days, taking our time to get from Oklahoma to California. Rule wanted the sightseeing route, claiming it had been far too long since he’d been able to breathe fresh air without someone telling him how long he could do it.
Since I was simply along for the ride, I didn’t care if it took a year to get there. I had no plans. I was here to pay Rule back for saving my life. I didn’t know how exactly I would do that, but I figured he would tell me at some point.
“Did you eat?”
I nodded.
“You wanna grab a drink?”
I didn’t respond because I didn’t care one way or the other. If he wanted to head for the bar, I would gladly go with him.
“Yeah. Me neither.”
I grinned. I found it amusing that he filled in my answers for me when he wanted to.
Rule flopped down on the other queen bed and exhaled heavily, staring at the ceiling. “Can I ask you something?”
When his eyes cut to my face, I nodded.
“Have you ever been with a man?”
I shook my head.
“Are you opposed to it?”
I cocked an eyebrow, curious where he was going with this.
Rule’s grin was slow and wicked. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”
I held his gaze and waited.
“I wanna fuck you, Jinx. You have a problem with that?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t opposed to it. In fact, I’d been hoping.
That night, I gave myself to Rule. And whether he knew it or not, I’d been his ever since.
“Okay, fine,” Laikyn huffed. “You win. I won’t ask about your sex lives. Clearly, you’re both sensitive.”
Rule barked a laugh. “Keep it up, butterfly. I’ll put you over my knee.”
“Ooh. I might like that.” Laikyn looked at me, her eyes imploring me to believe her. “I really might.”
If I thought for a minute life would be dull with Laikyn around, I was delusional. And I got the feeling I’d only seen a glimpse.