Knights' Sinner

by Bella Jewel

  “In a good way?”

  His voice is growing husky. Damn.

  “Well, I hate that she got to have sex with you, but yeah, in a good way.”

  “You curious baby?”

  “A little?”

  “You know it ain’t something you can just jump into...”

  “I know. I never said I wanted to, it’s fantasy is all.”

  Jackson pulls me closer. “I could share you once, but once would be all.”

  I shiver.

  “Let me take you home, let me show you how it feels to have a cock deep inside your ass.”

  I gasp, and turn. His green eyes are flaring with lust.

  “You want two men to fuck you, darlin’, that’s how it goes.”

  “I...I never said...”

  “You want me to fuck you there?”

  “I don’t...”

  “You want my cock deep inside that pretty ass...”

  “Oh god.”

  “That a yes?”

  “I...”

  “Is. That. A. Yes?”

  I nod frantically, not even sure why. “Yes.”

  “Then let’s go.”

  He lifts me out of the booth, and we wave goodbye to the other two. Addison does some sexy thrusting dance in our direction, to which Jackson groans and shakes his head.

  “She’s yours,” I point out.

  “Yeah,” he grunts. “I know.”

  ~*~*~*~*

  SERENITY

  “I’m scared,” I whimper, as Jackson slides his lips down my back.

  “Don’t be,” he murmurs. “I got you.”

  “It will hurt.”

  “Yeah, for a bit,” he says, pressing his body against mine, making it jerk in response.

  The last hour has been spent with his lips all over me, making me so wet I can feel my own arousal on my thighs. He’s sucked and tormented my nipples, put his tongue inside my pussy, made me come twice, and now has me on my hands and knees, with his body sliding over mine, preparing me for something I’m not quite sure I want.

  “You want me to stop,” he husks. “I’ll stop.”

  “I’m afraid.”

  He hums against my hips. “Don’t be, I’ll be gentle.”

  “I t-t-trust you, it’s just...”

  “I know, darlin’.”

  “Be nice.”

  He chuckles now. “I’ll be nice.”

  I feel him move, and then I hear a drawer open. I hear the shuffling of condom packets, and then I hear him squirting something...oh god...what is that? I feel a cool sensation on my bottom a moment later, and I realize it’s lubricant.

  “Can’t do this without plenty of lube.”

  Ew.

  He uses his fingers to slide the lube around, and then he gently slides one inside. I tense up, groaning from the overwhelming sensation. It’s very different to having a finger inside your pussy; it feels tighter in here, fuller. Jackson grumbles something sexy, and gently begins swirling his finger. I curl mine into the comforter, and drop my head onto the pillow, closing my eyes and trying to relax.

  “Doin’ really well, baby.”

  I squirm as he gently slides a second finger in. I feel a dull, aching pain, and clench my teeth. He reaches around, using his other finger to begin flicking my clit. I groan. He slowly slides his fingers in and out, while playing with my clit, and slowly, my body begins sparking to life.

  “Goin’ to stretch you a bit.”

  Stretch me?

  I feel a heavier pressure as he moves his fingers, I’m guessing in a scissor like pattern, opening and closing them to stretch me wider. He does this until I’m wet beneath him, my clit swollen, and my body is ready to come. Then he slides his fingers out.

  “Goin’ to try now, you tell me if it hurts.”

  I groan in desperation as my orgasm begins disappearing.

  “Hang in there baby, it’ll come back.”

  He takes my hips in his hands, and pulls me gently back. I feel his cock pressing against my opening, and I focus on breathing through it. He kneads my ass cheeks with his hand, while he gently begins pushing his cock inside. The head of him slides in, and I tense up.

  “Baby,” he rasps. “Breathe.”

  “It hurts,” I whimper, squirming.

  “Give it a second.”

  I close my eyes, and begin trying to breathe, even though my breath hitches. Jackson gently runs a hand over my ass cheek, soothing, stroking, and then he gently begins pushing in more. I keep my eyes closed, and focus on that breathing. Inch by inch, he begins filling me, and I begin adjusting around him.

  “God,” he groans. “So fuckin’ tight.”

  When I feel he’s sheathed fully, I let out a puff of air I didn’t realize I was holding. Now he has to move, and that almost scares me the most. He gently begins to slide his hips back, and the sensation is quite overwhelming. He leans down, reaching around to find my clit again, where he begins a gentle caress. I groan, and everything in my body feels tight, and wound up. Like if I move, everything will combust. Jackson pulls his cock nearly all the way out, before sliding back in again. I whimper.

  “Good girl,” he soothes.

  Gently, he continues on that path, in and out, in and out, so slowly, so gently, until I’m begging him for more. The pain has disappeared now, and all that’s left is a different kind of pleasure. My clit is aching, my pussy is clenching, and my ass is full. The combined sensation is quite overwhelming, and my groans of pleasure seem to please him. He finally begins fucking me.

  Not hard.

  Just right.

  The first time I orgasm like that, is a very memorable moment for me. It’s such a different sensation, like somehow it transfers through the thin walls into my pussy, and then explodes like a mini mass of fireworks. I shake for what seems like forever, before I feel Jackson coming too. He groans deeply, and his fingers tighten on my hips. He begins gently slowing the thrusting of his hips, until he’s spent, and I’m flopped on the bed.

  “Fuck,” he rasps, pulling out and rolling beside me.

  “So, that’s what all the fuss is about?”

  He chuckles. “Good fuss or bad fuss?”

  I hum as though I’m thinking. “I say good fuss.”

  He grins, rolling to his side and tracing tiny circles on my back. I shiver, and feel my eyelids getting heavy.

  “Sleep, darlin’.”

  I smile weakly, and then I give in and close my eyes, my body completely content, my mind for the moment, a little less haunted.

  For the moment.

  ~*CHAPTER 14*~

  SERENITY

  “Yo’ princess!”

  I’m up in my room two nights later, trying to find something to wear to the bar later to meet with Ciara, when I hear Muff yelling out from downstairs. I drop the dress I was holding, the one that Addi so kindly purchased for me after I arrived with nothing, and head downstairs. I see Muff standing at the bottom of the stairs with a case of beer, a pizza, and a grin. I can’t help but smile, he’s just so hard not to like.

  “Hey Muff,” I grin.

  “Thought you might be up for a beer? I wanted to see the boss man, but he’s not here, so I figured I’d wait with you.”

  I nod, happy to have some company until Jackson gets home, I’ve got a few hours before Ciara is expecting Addison and I. “Sure, come on in and sit.”

  We head into the lounge and sit down. Muff drops the pizza box onto the table, shrugs off his jacket, and then tosses me a beer. I pop the top, and take a mouthful of the cool, crisp liquid.

  “So, how you settlin’ in?”

  I shrug. “As well as I can. I feel like I’m intruding sometimes, but they’ve all been so nice to me.”

  “Yeah, we’re not a bad bunch.”

  I laugh, and he winks.

  “No,” I say, taking another sip of beer and crossing my legs. “You’re certainly not.”

  “You figured out where you’re gonna go after this?”

  I s
hake my head, feeling my chest tighten. I quickly shove it down; I don’t want to feel guilt right now. Just for a moment, I want to feel nothing but normal.

  “No, I will stay here as long as they’ll have me, and then I’ll figure something out.”

  He smiles. “Jack’s ain’t gettin’ rid of you anytime soon, he’s crazy about you.”

  I flush. “Why would you think that?”

  He chuckles, showing me a gorgeous set of dimples. “’Coz he gazes at you like a fuckin’ love sick puppy.”

  I laugh. “He does not.”

  “He fuckin’ does so. I’ve seen enough of Jack’s to know when he’s not just lustin’.”

  “Well, I like him, too,” I beam.

  “So, did he take you home and give you a rundown on threesomes the other night,” he winks.

  I groan. “I can’t believe you and Addi did that to me!”

  Muff laughs. “It was funny, the look on your face.”

  “You know you’ve sparked his interest now, don’t you?”

  “I believe I sparked yours, too.”

  I flush and look away. “No!”

  “You like the idea, don’t you princess?”

  I quickly shake my head. “Dream on, handsome.”

  He laughs. “Don’t be ashamed, it ain’t a bad thing to think about out.”

  “I know that, but I shouldn’t really be thinking about it. I’m so inexperienced.”

  “I’m sure Jack’s will sort that out for you.”

  I giggle. “Ha, I’m sure!”

  “Besides, just ‘coz your inexperienced don’t mean you can’t have a fantasy.”

  “Yeah, I guess so. I just never thought I’d even like the sound of something like that until...”

  “You saw it?” he grins.

  “Yeah, until I saw it. If I wasn’t hurt, I’m sure I would have melted on the floor.”

  He laughs loudly, and wraps an arm around me. “That would have been a sight.”

  I smile, and nestle into him. Muff is a really good person; it makes me wonder why he’s alone.

  “What about you, Muff? Any special lady?”

  He snorts. “Nah, none yet.”

  “That’s a shame; I would have thought you would have been snapped up right away.”

  He guffaws. “Aw, princess, you’re givin’ me a big head.”

  “Well, I hope she comes along real soon.”

  “Yeah, but if not, I’ll just stick to sharin’ the good ones. If Jackson decides to share you, give me a call, yeah?”

  I laugh, but I feel my body heat. What would it be like to be wedged between Jackson and Muff? I shudder, and Muff chuckles.

  “Damn, you really are curious!”

  “Curious about what?”

  We both spin to see Jackson standing at the door, looking suspiciously at us. Muff grins at him, completely unawares. “She’s curious about threesomes.”

  “Muff!” I cry. “I did not say that.”

  Jackson’s gaze turns to liquid fire, and I swallow. Oh. God.

  “Still baby?”

  “I...I...never...I need another beer.”

  I stand quickly, suddenly feeling both their eyes on me. What a fool I am, actually showing Muff a reaction to the thought of him and Jackson. I couldn’t actually sleep with two men; it would make me...dirty. Wouldn’t it? I mean, it’s not every day a normal, innocent girl gets into bed with two men. I don’t want to have that reputation, I don’t want people to talk...God, why am I trying to convince myself that this is a bad idea? I shouldn’t even be thinking about it to begin with.

  I feel a set of hands touch my hips, and I realize I’m gripping the kitchen counter instead of getting a beer. I feel Jackson’s lips graze across my ear. “You never told me you actually thought about a threesome, I thought you were just curious...”

  “I never...I never said...I just...”

  “Baby, it ain’t a bad thing.”

  God.

  I shove out of his arms, and find another beer before hurrying back into the living room, and sitting on the single couch across from Muff. He’s grinning at me. Seriously. Grinning. Evil man. I give him the eye, and he winks at me.

  W.A.N.K.E.R

  Jackson walks in with a beer, and sits on the couch beside Muff. Fuck them, why are they looking at me like that?

  “So,” I say, trying to clear the lump from my throat. “Did you get everything sorted at the club?”

  Jackson grins. “Club business, baby.”

  “Right, it’s none of mine. Got it. Who’s hungry?”

  I reach over, gripping the pizza box and pulling out a slice. I sit back, and watch as the two men grin, but reach over and take a slice each. I eat my pizza, and drink my beer in super time. My head begins feeling a little fuzzy, so I have another one, and another one. Jackson, Muff, and I talk about everything. Muff tells me about his family, Jackson talks about meeting Addison again for the first time, which has me curious.

  “What about her mom?”

  Jackson tenses. Oh. Oh.

  Oh.

  Jackson loved Addison’s mom. I don’t know a lot about the situation, but I know Addison’s mom died recently after an overdose. I also know she was a whore.

  “I thought she was something she wasn’t, and it ended badly. She ran off with Addison, and I didn’t hear another word about her until she died.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say, feeling awful for him. “Did you love her?”

  Jackson looks shocked that I’d ask something like this. Does he think I’d be jealous of a dead woman? God, he’s so wrong.

  “I did, I thought she was it, and then I found out she’d been lying. I can deal with a lot; I can’t deal with fuckin’ liars.”

  My heart stops beating.

  I’m almost sure of it.

  I struggle to breathe, and my vision wavers. Liars. He hates liars. I’m a liar, and when he finds out, he’ll hate me. I will lose him. I’ve known it from the moment we started this, but I’d hoped it wouldn’t come to that. I press my beer to my mouth, and I swallow over and over until I choke. Jackson shakes his head, and gets off the couch to rub my back furiously.

  “Slow down there darlin’, you ok?”

  I look up into those green eyes, and I lose a piece of myself. I’m falling in love with him. This isn’t just sex. It’s an attraction that has buried itself deep into my soul, and I can’t get it back out. I feel a tear slide down my cheek, and Jackson leans forward, swiping it away with his thumb.

  “Hey,” he says, gently. “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s...” I have to lie. I have to figure this out once and for all, but tonight, I just want to forget it. I don’t want to think. For one moment I just want it to go away. “I just can’t imagine how much it must have hurt.”

  He smiles weakly. “It’s in the past.”

  I nod, and look past him to see Muff just watching us. My heart skitters. Curiosity burns deep inside me. I have wanted to ask a question for a long time, ever since I saw the two having sex with Kayla, but I’m afraid of the answer. Now seems like the perfect time to change the subject.

  “Do you think Kayla is a whore?” I whisper.

  Jackson reels back, shocked. “What?”

  “A whore, do you think she’s a whore. Is that why you both fuck her at the same time?”

  Jackson shakes his head. “Kayla is a whore, because she’s had every biker in my club. She isn’t a whore because she likes a threesome.”

  “If she hadn’t had any of the guys, would you think she was a whore if she...if she...wanted it?”

  Muff clues on before Jackson, and his eyes grow heavy with lust. He sets his beer down, and he stands.

  “No,” Jackson says. “I wouldn’t think that. Ain’t nothing wrong with enjoying something in private. If she did it on a pool table, in the middle of a crowded club, then yeah, I’d think she was a whore. Plenty of people have kinks they like, darlin’, it don’t make them slutty. Why?”

  “Jack’s
,” Muff rasps. “You’re so fuckin’ slow.”

  Jackson turns, staring at Muff walking towards us.

  “What’re you talkin’ about?”

  “She’s askin’, because she wants it, but she’s scared of bein’ considered a whore.”

  Jackson jerks, and turns his eyes back to mine. “You...you want a threesome?”

  “I...” I stare at Muff, then back at him. “I am curious, but I’m just...I’m not sure about any of it. I saw you two that night, and it played on my mind a little. I wondered what it would be like to be in Kayla’s position. I’m not sure I could be hardcore about it, god, I’ve never even given a head job in my life and...”

  Both men growl. My cheeks heat.

  “You can take it easy, or take it hard. There ain’t no rules, darlin’,” Jackson rasps.

  Muff stops beside Jackson, and I stare up at the two of them. They’re so big when I’m down here, so powerful, so manly.

  “I’m afraid, what if...what if I changed my mind?”

  “You say stop,” Muff growls. “We stop. Simple.”

  “And what if...what if someone found out...”

  Jackson shakes his head. “Muff talks, I kill him. I won’t say a word. No one will know about this, but I will say this...I’m only doin’ it once. Serenity, you’re mine, and I won’t get into a habit of sharing you.”

  My knees wobble, even though I’m sitting down.

  I’m his.

  I’m. His.

  I lick my bottom lip, wondering if the alcohol is making this choice for me, or if it’s something I actually want. I have to admit to myself, that I’ve always been somewhat of a sexual person. I might not have experience, but I have always snuck erotic books into my room and read them over and over, relishing in the dirty, sexy scenes. I’ve always been curious about a ménage, and while it’s a lifestyle I know I couldn’t live, I would like to...try it.

  “I want to,” I swallow. “I want to try.”

  Jackson’s eyes flare, and Muff makes a throaty sound.

  “You sure, darlin’?” Jackson rasps.

  “Yes, I want to try. But...if I say stop...”

  “You know I’ll stop,” Jackson assures me.

  “Me too,” Muff adds.

  “And it’s only once.”