“Put your mouth on her tits, Cutter.”
Cutter lifts his head and moves farther over Jade’s body. He takes heavy possession of one of her breasts with his mouth. Carefully grazing his teeth around her nipple. I watch in proud approval as she gradually begins panting for breath.
“You should be able to touch him now, Jade. Reach in and grab Cutter’s dick. Jerk him off.”
I painfully walk over to her, having to manage my own brick hard erection, and gently start rubbing my palm against her stomach. Talking to her in assured tones.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing fucking fantastic. Cutter loves it. I’m so proud of you.”
I hear a soft whimper from the back of her throat as I bend down and begin to pepper soft kisses against her stomach, her hips, her mound, and all around her labia. Being sure to purposely avoid her clit. I’m saving that for last.
Cutter moves his mouth to Jade’s other breast with more determination than before. Taking stronger pulls. Tonguing her nipple down harder. I can tell he’s about to explode, but he’s trying to hold off.
“Harder, Jade,” I order.
“Uhhhh—” she grunts with wild abandonment.
She’s about to come too.
I figure it’s time I give them both the release they desperately need.
“Come for me, Jade,” I demand as I grip under her ass with both hands, and bury my head between her legs and suck.
“Aaah!” she screams in blissful surrender and it’s the most beautiful capitulation I think I’ve ever heard. Cutter comes all over the floor and himself in a loud grunt. I pop my head up to watch them both, as I continue to massage Jade’s pussy with light strokes.
Satisfied with my handiwork, I need to take care of myself before I spontaneously combust.
“Switch,” I command.
Cutter pulls his sweats up and switches places with me. Grabbing one of the drinks from earlier, he takes a quick sip, then he reaches his hand in and pulls out a few small ice cubes. Placing them directly in between Jade’s legs and diving his head in to swirl them around his mouth and her pussy before they all melt from the heat.
“Oh my God!” she yelps.
“Look at me, Jade,” I command.
I’m kneeling by her head. When she turns it, she sees me stroking myself. My angry erection jutting forth, waiting to be put out of its misery.
She stares hungrily at me.
Then at Cutter.
Trying to decide which distraction to pay attention to.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I tell her.
“Yes,” she moans.
Without me asking she lifts her hands towards me, pulling me closer, and inviting me in and down her throat. I watch with utter adoration as she takes me farther inside of her mouth, inch by exquisite inch, sucking me harder every time Cutter sucks her harder.
“Her cunt tastes like lemon icing,” Cutter comments after coming up for air.
“She tastes like heaven,” I growl in response as my eyes roll back in my head.
I’ve been hard for at least twenty minutes, so it doesn’t take long for me to burst in her mouth, and I watch delightedly as she swallows every last drop. When she’s finished, I tuck myself back into my shorts and bend down to start kissing her. I want to make sure I swallow every bit of her orgasm when Cutter takes her over the top. She’s already very close to the edge, but I want to pull her back from the precipice for a moment.
“Motor,” I instruct Cutter. Then I return back to kissing Jade.
Cutter stands up and walks over to the built in toy chest we have in the theatre and takes his sweet old time picking out a toy for us to play with. Toys are Cutter’s thing. So I indulge him, and get lost inside of Jade’s sweet mouth while I wait. When he walks back over, he’s carrying two of his favorite toys, with a wicked grin on his face. I shake my head. A dildo for stuffing and a vibrator for clit play. Jade may pass out before it’s all over.
“You’re so wet, Jade, this is going to slip right inside of you,” Cutter says excitedly.
I like to watch, so I lift my head to watch Cutter work his magic, while holding Jade’s arms back above her head. A bit of tension will help heighten the experience for her.
As he works the dildo inside of her, twisting and pushing, Jade tilts her hips up. Yearning and begging for more.
Cutter laughs out loud. “She loves it, Cam.”
“You love it right, baby?” I ask her.
She’s overcome with sensations and it’s hard for her to respond, but I need to hear the words.
“You love it right, Jade?” I ask again.
“Should I get the clamps?” Cutter asks almost chomping at the bit.
“No, I’ll use my mouth.”
I bend down and blow gently on one of Jade’s nipples. We’ve been playing with them for a while now, so I know they must be slightly tender, but just the right amount of pressure will be what she needs to get verbal. After several more swirls of my tongue and a few more soft blows, I bite.
The sensation zings right to her core, because her lips lift, and Cutter is able to finish up working the dildo as far in as she can take.
I release.
I can hear soft mews coming from her now. So I ask her again.
“You love what we’re doing, Jade, or are you ready to stop?”
“Fuckers!” she exclaims.
“Stop or go?” I say again almost laughing. Already knowing the answer. She’s cussing us out because she wants to come so badly she could spit nails.
“GO!”
As soon as she gives the word, my mouth descends back on her other nipple, and Cutter turns his special ordered Hitachi vibrator on low. He presses the vibrator against her clit ramping her pleasure up and up and up.
Then he pulls it away.
“If you’re a good girl, Jade, one day me and my brother will fill you up and stretch you wide and work that pussy and that ass, side to side, and front to back, until you beg us to stop. Good girls get the Kings anywhere and everywhere they want, for as long as they can stand it,” Cutter taunts. Knowing his promise of more to come will get her higher and higher.
“Please—” she begs softly.
Cutter looks at me with question, but I shake my head no. Jade’s begging for release, not for us to fill her every orifice. She’s not ready for that. He looks disappointed by my response, but stays focused on the task at hand. Turning the Hitachi up a notch, he presses it again to her clit. Carefully watching her response and knowing just when to pull it back.
“Dammit!” she yells.
“I swallow her agony with my mouth then use my hand to start working the dildo in and out of her.”
Her hips working to meet my every stroke.
She’s so fucking responsive.
It’s a beautiful thing to watch.
I’m a lucky man.
I give Cutter one last head nod. She’s ready to blow. I keep my mouth on hers, while still working the dildo in and out of her, and then Cutter turns the knob one notch higher on the vibrator and places it on her clit.
And holds it there.
Everything inside of Jade swirls and tightens like there’s fire traveling through her veins.
Her hips jut straight up.
Her nails feel like sharp talons as they dig into the skin of my arms.
Her pussy clamps down on the dildo so tightly she almost swallows it whole. I can’t believe I’m actually jealous of a dildo.
And her face.
Her face looks like it’s experiencing the most pleasurable pain known to man, and I feel like the proudest peacock on the planet that I help put that look there.
The credits are rolling and the room is silent except for the fact that all three of us sound like we just ran a race. We’re breathing heavily, on our backs, sprawled out on the chairs. Especially Jade. I consider for a moment that perhaps I pushed her too hard tonight. She did just suffer a trauma. All this stimulation can’t be good for her head, but she ha
sn’t complained. Not once. Although she hasn’t looked at either of us in the last few minutes.
Shit, I think we spooked her.
Being pleasured by two men can be overwhelming for a novice. Especially by us. I clasp her hand with mine.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“I mean are you okay with what just happened in here?”
“Yes, I’m—”
“I’m going to start dinner, okay?” Cutter interrupts. Gracefully exiting to give us a moment.
I nod okay.
“Come here,” I say to Jade, patting my lap.
Jade climbs up and into my embrace.
“Tell me about yesterday.”
“What about it?”
“Tell me why you didn’t tell anyone about Chase.”
“Well, I think I underestimated his crazy.”
“Cutter said he’d been watching you for days, maybe weeks, in his car? That’s kind of crazy in my book.”
I kiss the back of her hand. Wanting her to understand that I’m not angry, just concerned. She lays her head against my chest. Tracing one of my crown tattoos with her pointer finger. The origin of the tat is a long story featuring my brother and two bottles of scotch when I turned twenty-one.
“I do so much work for you guys. I know how to run intel. I thought I could handle it.”
“But you couldn’t have run intel on him, Jade. You would have seen that he was a cop a long time ago, or did you know that already?”
“I admit, I didn’t do a deep search. I just watched him for a while. He was quiet. He didn’t bother me. I thought maybe—”
“You thought wrong and as many years as you’ve worked for us, you should know better. No one ever knows better than the collective. You tell the group what’s going on, and then we make a decision together on how to handle it.”
“We don’t make decisions together. You all make the decisions. I just follow orders.”
“That’s not true, Jade. Roman practically had you managing his entire life at one point. Cutter and I always ask for your input and your guidance. We trust you like no other woman except for maybe our mother. God rest her soul.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t ever scare us like that again. I knew something was going on with you and if something had … I’m just saying that if something had, it would have been a bad scene.”
“Okay.”
“And poor Roman, he’s fucking livid. Chase was using you as bait to draw him out. You better give him a call tomorrow to assure him that his favorite tiny terror is just fine. I’ve put him on a time out for now, but he’s not going to stand for it too much longer.”
She chuckles. “Okay.”
“Come closer.” I say as she burrows herself further into me.
“Cam—”
“Yes, baby.”
“I don’t want to manage the club anymore.”
I chuckle. “One gun to the head and you’re bailing on me?”
“I want you to teach me to do what you do.”
“Are you crazy—”
Jades hand starts to slide up my chest and around my neck.
“I want thirty days,” she murmurs.
“What?” I ask as I wrap some of her hair around my fist. Giving me better access to marking her neck with my mouth. I’m not above giving her a hickey to mark my property.
“Give me thirty days,” she moans as I gently suck her sweet lemon scented skin. “Teach me everything you know … and then we’ll see how it goes.”
I start kissing the side of her face. So fucking happy by how she’s turning my own words back around on me. And even happier as she hops off of me and starts working my basketball shorts down.
This is her show to run, and I happily allow her to do so.
She pushes the button on the chair, sitting it in the upright position as I start to stroke myself.
“Let me help you with that,” she says as she bends on both knees and takes me in her mouth.
Evidently Jade loves fellatio.
And I love that she loves it.
She pulls up hard on my dick and swirls her tongue around my tip. Sampling some of the precum dripping from the slit.
“I probably should’ve asked before I put your dick in my mouth, but are you clean?”
I smile. “Yes, just tested last month. Are you?”
“Funny since your mouth has been all in my pussy, but yes.”
“On birth control?”
“Yes,” she answers with a fire in her eyes that excites me.
“Then I think you should have a seat.”
Jade climbs up on top of me, and I make sure to slide a bit forward so her legs can fit on either side of me in the chair. When she begins her slow, torturous descent on my cock, I groan like a bitch. When I’m completely seated inside of her she stops moving for a moment to get adjusted to the girth of me. It’s never an easy fit when I’m fucking her. She’s narrowly built, and tight as shit, but the pleasure is in the journey. She might sit like that for an hour if I don’t move things along. So I grasp her hips and start to rock them forward and back.
“Like this, baby.”
She grabs my head and neck, her breasts directly in front of my mouth, and I start nipping and teasing them as she begins to move her hips on her own accord.
“Fuck, Jade, that feels so good.”
I want to laugh when I hear a couple of pots clanking extra loudly in the kitchen. Cutter’s pouting. When he peeps his head in to watch, I nod for him to come over. Since I’ve come once already, I could fuck Jade all night if need be. After the first orgasm, my stamina is legendary. So now it’s back to taking care of her pleasure.
Cutter keeps his distance, watching as she rides the fuck out of me. Stroking his hard on and biting his lip. I grab Jade by the waist and hips and roughly pull her up and off of me, quickly pivoting her around so that she’s riding me cowgirl style. Facing Cutter. Then I help her work her way back down my engorged dick again. Slowly. It’s a completely different feeling when she’s in this position and I want to be sure I’m careful with what’s mine.
“Grab your tits, Jade,” Cutter commands.
Her eyes on his.
His eyes on hers.
My face buried in her hair.
My brother is theatrical. So he cuts the movie screen off, puts the satellite radio on which is playing a deep house mix, and he turns the strobe lights on.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Jade. Ride Cam to the beat of the song. A little faster.”
She works me faster.
Loving the mixture of the hypnotic music, the lights, and my dick inside of her.
“Yes—just like that,” he approves.
Jade arches her back and holds onto me from behind. She can’t take too much more. I can feel her pussy clamping. Her body trembling. I whisper by her ear.
“Whose pussy is this?”
Her breathing grows heavier.
She’s riding me harder.
Cutter is coming.
“Tell me before my brother comes all over himself again.”
She groans.
“Yours.”
“Whose?”
“Yours!” she yells. Coming and laughing simultaneously.
“All hail to the king!” she exclaims as she flops her body against me.
Yes, I say to myself.
She finally fucking gets it.
She’s mine.
Twenty-One
Jade
It takes me an entire twenty-four hours, before I can look Cutter King directly in his face again. After our night of debauchery in the movie room, I took to Camden’s bed and stayed there, under the covers. The boys both cut me some slack though, and decided to let me come to acceptance of what we had shared on my own.
I spend another three days at the King house, but Cutter doesn’t touch me or watch us have sex again. In fact, half of the time he isn’t there. So Camden spends most of our time together feeding me,
fucking me, and teaching me the basics of how to read computer code.
It’s on the fourth day of my King slumber party that my sister frantically calls me.
“Jade!”
“What is it?”
“Where the hell have you been?”
My naughty little king hid my cell phone, and only gave it back to me today.
“I’m sorry,” I say scrolling through my missed calls. Shit there’s like twenty of them. “I dropped my phone in the toilet. It took me a couple of days to dry it out in some rice,” I lie.
“Don’t you make enough money to buy a new phone?”
“Why would I do that when I can just dry it out? Listen, that’s not the point of this call. What was so important?”
“And when your phone was stuck in this bowl of rice, did you go live somewhere else too?”
“What.”
“I went by your place more than once. You haven’t been there in days.”
Busted.
“Okay I’m over at a friend’s house.”
“So you finally made some headway with the twin I take it.”
Camden’s working at his desk on his computer, but I know he’s listening to every word I say. I think the boys have seen Jana all of maybe three times. There’s no way I wanted those two worlds to collide.
“That’s not it, Jana,” I huff. “Could you please just tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m in trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“The bank wants to take the house.”
“What house?”
“Our house.”
“Dad’s house?” I ask incredulously.
“Yes, Jade. Our childhood home.”
“So let ’em take it.”
“What? Our mother made a life for us in that house.”
“Houses are just bricks. Home is where you make it.”
“Oh would you cut the Hallmark bullshit. Dad’s going to be out on his ass if we don’t do something.”
“He’s a grown ass man. Can’t he handle it?”
“Obviously not.”
“Jana—”
“I know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t me trying to manipulate you into seeing Dad. You don’t even need to talk to him if you don’t want. This is about us doing what Mom would want us to do. She loved him, and she loved that house.”
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