Infamous Love: A Black Light Prequel

by Livia Grant

  Chase whispered in her other ear, "Let's show him how beautiful you are when you come, shall we?"

  She wanted to protest and push them way for propriety’s sake, but considering she was smashed between two of the sexiest men in the city of lights, there was no chance she was going to put a stop to their impromptu sex show.

  Emma closed her eyes, giving herself permission to simply feel. She felt the fabric of her bra being pressed above her boobs, exposing her nipples to the men in the confined space. She felt two wet mouths sucking on each of her tits as Chase's fingers moved into higher gear, working their magic on her sensitive button until she was close to exploding. She still had her arms spread, brushing the tenting pants of the men.

  She felt Jaxson's lips leave her pebbled tip long enough to bark a sharp order. "Open your eyes, sweetheart. I want you to look into the eyes of the driver so he can watch you come."

  It didn't even dawn on her that she could say no. Since the trio had met, Jax had been in control. The heat that met her gaze as she locked eyes with the voyeur to their sexy scene pushed her into a powerful orgasm. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she allowed pleasure to wash over her.

  She floated until they were pulling up into the circular drive of the hotel. Before they exited the car, the driver finally spoke. "There wouldn't be a chance you were looking for another participant in your little party, is there?"

  Emma's heart pounded. As flattered as she was, she wanted no part in adding anyone else to their planned tryst. Relief flowed through her at Jaxson's response. "Sorry, but she's all ours. Thanks for the ride, though."

  He reached out to hand a large tip to the driver before piling out of the door the doorman held open for them.

  The walk through the lobby was surreal. She'd stayed in a couple of upscale hotels while traveling with Bianca, but the opulence surrounding them as they moved through the lobby was intimidating. The bellman carried all of their bags, leaving the men's hands free to capture each of hers and hold on tight. The linked threesome drew attention from the curious guests.

  As they approached the elevator, two stunningly beautiful women who had to be models exited. They were nearly as tall as the men and thin as boards. They were dressed casually in low riding yoga pants and revealing camisoles with their tiny tits barely peeking through the translucent fabric. It was their boney hip and collarbones that reminded Emma how different she was from the women the men hung out with while modeling.

  She didn't miss their surprise at seeing the men holding hands with Emma. She watched their brows narrow as they drew closer. The tallest brunette spoke first.

  "It's about time you guys got back. We've been holding off starting the party until you got here. I'm glad you ditched those skanks you left with, but I see you…well look busy."

  Emma was relieved the guys seemed anxious to get away from the models.

  “We’re busy. We’ll see you on the set.” Jaxson moved them closer to the elevator as the women gave Emma a look that could kill a lesser person.

  “I can’t believe they’d rather spend time with a mercy case like that than us. She must give good head.” Their look hadn’t hurt, but their hateful words whispered none-too-softly as they skulked away brought tears to Emma’s eyes.

  The men moved quickly. Jax released Emma's hand as Chase moved to embrace her in his arms as if to protect her from the hurtful words. Jax stepped up to go eye to eye with the stick, surprised anger radiating off him.

  "Watch yourself, Mona. I don't take kindly to you dissing things important to me."

  Emma saw the jealously flashing on both of the women's faces. "You can't be serious. She's fat!"

  Jaxson's laughter was menacing. "You've lost all touch with reality. She's real. She's beautiful and sensual and intelligent. I'm so fucking sick of hanging out with fake bitches who treat everyone else as if they're gum on the bottom of their designer shoes."

  "Fake? You didn't seem to think I was too fake when you were fucking me."

  As if they hadn't already drawn enough attention to themselves, her shouting obscenities had every single person staring at the altercation. Emma fought back tears, trying to not let it show how wounded she was by their hurtful words and the implications Jax had slept with the stick.

  Then it hit her. Of course he had. He could sleep with anyone and everyone he wanted to, including men apparently. He exuded dominance and this yummy sexiness that went farther than his breathtakingly handsome looks.

  They froze in a stand off for a few long seconds before Jax moved closer to Mona, while making sure not to touch her. He spoke quietly, but with passion.

  "Both of you together aren't equal to one of her. Yeah... I fucked you, but that's all it was. A fast, physical release with a ready hole. Now, if you'll excuse Chase and me, we have a beautiful woman to go make love to."

  Jax reached out with his hand and Chase shuffled them forward. Emma self-consciously reached to take the outstretched hand and Jax moved around the model standing stock still, her mouth gaping open in shock, to pull the three of them into the open small elevator. They pressed seven for their floor and let the doors close behind them before the men pinned Emma against the back wall.

  Jax apologized. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay?"

  Emma didn't trust her voice so she nodded.

  Chase jumped in next. "They're just jealous. They've been chasing us for the two weeks we've been in town working together."

  Emma found her voice. "Well, I don't want to mess up your plans if you want to..."

  Jaxson's mouth closed in for an open mouth kiss to shut her up. By the time the doors of the elevator opened on their floor, he had convinced her he wasn't interested in changing their planned tryst.

  "Let's go."

  Their room was at the end of the long hallway. She had expected a bedroom, so she was surprised to walk into a living room space with a floor-to-ceiling bowed window with a direct view of the Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile only a few blocks away. There was a seating area with comfortable-looking furniture facing a media center. On the opposite wall there was a small bar area with a mini-fridge. The round wooden table looked like it would seat six for a meal. A desk area was tucked into the corner.

  "It's beautiful, but where do you sleep?"

  Chase chuckled. “Technically, we each have our own rooms on either side of this parlor, but I have a feeling we'll all be in Jax's king bed for the next twenty-four hours."

  Chase released her hand to open the door to the bellman delivering their bags. Once they were alone again, they stood quietly for a moment as if they were waiting for what came next.

  Jaxson took charge. "I'll order up some food and drinks. You two go ahead and get started trying out the awesome shower in my room. I'll be in to join you in a few minutes."

  Chase led her through the small bedroom with the large bed she knew they would be spending time in later and into a small, but luxurious bathroom. Jax had told them to shower, but when she saw the raised whirlpool tub, she stopped in her tracks. Her expression must have betrayed how much she wanted to sink her tired and sore body into the tub.

  Chase chuckled, detouring them towards the whirlpool. He reached down to pull the stopper and started the water filling the tub, which was large enough to accommodate all three of them. He grabbed a bath bomb from the decorative wicker basket, throwing it in. Within seconds, the comforting smell of lavender filled the air.

  He turned towards her, a look of mischief on his tan face. "Jax won't mind that we've detoured to the whirlpool, but he won't be amused if he gets here and we're both still dressed. I've been looking forward to peeling these clothes back off you, young lady."

  It was her turn to chuckle. "So, do you always do exactly what Jax tells you to do?"

  Chase had a twinkle in his eyes as he reached to pull her top over her head. "Not always." He dipped in for a quick kiss before answering. "Sometimes I defy him on purpose so he'll have good reason to punish me. Like you, I enjoy h
aving my ass lit up by his belt."

  Her heart rate was racing. "I never said I'd like that," she protested.

  "Maybe not with your words, but your eyes gave you away when you watched me take my own belt off. If we're lucky, we can both feel his leather on our ass before the night is over."

  Jaxson's voice from the doorway startled them both. "If you two keep dawdling, you can be sure to feel my belt sooner rather than later."

  His words had been strict, but he couldn't hide the smirk of his sexy lips as he approached them. Jax reached out to unhook her bra, yet she felt invisible tingles across her ass at the possibility of her first spanking. "Let me help." Once the bra fell to the floor his strong hands cupped her generous globes as he hugged her from behind while Chase went to work pulling her pants down, taking her skimpy panties along with him. She was stripped naked in seconds.

  The muscular men undressed quickly while she tried to ignore the bouncing images of her rounded body in the too-many mirrors in the small room. Everywhere she peeked she saw her naked body, feeling self-conscious as she remembered how thin the models they had met in the lobby were. She had to force her mind to focus on the fact the men had chosen her over them.

  A naked Chase led her to the tub, helping her step into the center while the well-hung men each stepped in on either side of her. She waited to see how this was going to work. Jax sunk in first to put his back to the far end of the tub, turning her to face away from him and lower herself into his arms. Chase did the same until the three of them were in a row with Jax hugging her, and Emma hugging Chase while he turned the taps off and the jets on. Instantly water swirled around them, intensifying the lavender aroma.

  Emma relaxed against Jaxson's hard chest, enjoying how his arms wrapped around her to touch Chase, linking them intimately. They sat silently enjoying the relaxing swirl around them for a few long minutes.

  Jaxson's innocent question surprised her. Up until now, they hadn't discussed personal information. "So why don't you tell us where you live, Emma. Where are you going home to tomorrow?"

  "I'm from a small town in Wisconsin, but I go to the University of Wisconsin in Madison. I finished my undergrad in business last fall and am going for my masters in economics."

  Chase whistled the sort of whistle that told her he was impressed. "We knew you were smart, but damn, you're going for your master's."

  "Yeah, well, I haven't earned it yet, although I did get a teacher's assistant position to the head of the department. The only downside is he's making me teach all of his undergrad classes this summer. It's why I need to get home. Classes start next week." She paused before turning the tables on them. "Your turn. Where are you two from and how did you meet?"

  The silence stretched long enough she wondered if they were ever going to answer. Chase spoke quietly. "I grew up in California, but when my parents divorced when I was in high school, I moved with my mom back to live with my grandparents in New York. Jaxson and I met our freshman year at NYU."

  When Jaxson didn't expound, she pushed. "How about you, Jax? How'd you end up at NYU?"

  She wished she could see his face. He was so quiet and she couldn't tell what he was thinking or if he was upset. He eventually spoke, quietly. "I grew up in DC. My dad is a big wig in politics and my mother a socialite there. When I refused to study something that would help me follow in good 'ole dad's footsteps, they got pretty pissed. At least I ended up looking okay so they could parade me out in front of the cameras to look like the All-American family. What a fucking joke."

  Chase finished the story. "Jax was a business major, like you, but I was studying photography. It's how I got introduced to a couple of professional photographers and eventually ended up on the other side of the camera. As soon as my agent saw Jax, she went after him hot and heavy to sign on with her. She promised she could keep us both busy year round and so far, she's kept that promise. We've done shoots all over the world. We get to travel and meet new people. We're making good money and staying in luxurious hotels."

  "And meeting beautiful models, like Mona, who want you." Emma wasn't sure why she said that and she hated the jealous twinge to her tone.

  It was Jax who took over their story. She was relieved her comment seemed to go unnoticed. "I'll be honest, at first it was fun. The parties. The drinking. The drugs. The sex."

  With each short sentence, Emma's heart rate increased. What the hell had she gotten into here?

  Jaxson's voice sounded melancholy. "It was about a year ago I woke up hung-over in bed with a twig of a woman and I had no clue who she was. The hotel room was trashed. That's the day I started to pay attention to those around me and I didn't like what I saw. Everyone was so fucking fake. They all thought they were so much better than everyone else and that they didn't have to play by any rules. They treated people like shit. It took me a while to realize why I was beginning to hate them all, but then I put it together. They were exactly the same as the fake people I'd grown up around in politics. The hangers-on who used my dad to make money or get their fifteen minutes of fame. Everyone lying to each other, pretending everything in their life was perfect. I'd have quit already if it weren't for Chase. He's the only thing keeping me in the business now. We're saving up cash so we can retire soon. We have big plans for future investments."

  She hated the somber, jaded twinge to his voice. She much preferred the dominant, confident Jaxson. Emma regretted asking them to tell her about themselves until Jax buried his face in her long hair, taking a long drag of her scent before calmly speaking. "I don't normally open up about myself Emma. I'm not exactly sure what it is about you, but I feel safe with you."

  It was in that moment she finally understood why the men had chosen her to spend this time with them. It was a compliment in the highest measure. She was the antithesis of the skinny, fake models they were forced to work with every day. She wasn't a groupie or hanger-on who was looking to get rich or gain a place in the limelight. She finally believed that what she had thought was her weakness was, after all, what drew the men to her in the first place.

  She was real.

  Feeling lighter than she had a few minutes before, she sighed, enjoying the feel of being sandwiched between the two men, enjoying the relaxing jets of water soothing their well-sexed bodies. The feel of Jaxson's cock swelling against the base of her back told her where his mind had turned in the silence. Testing her theory, she moved her hands down from Chase's chest and encountered his matching erection.

  And just like that, it was time for their next round of amazing sex.

  Chase grabbed a bath sponge and soaped it up. He took a few minutes to wash himself before standing and turning in the tub to face Emma. Once he was kneeling in front of her, he began to slowly massage the soft soapy sponge across her body. He didn't rush, taking time to touch each intimate part of her body. Not to be outdone, Jax soaped his hands and massaged her heavy breasts until they were squeaky clean. As four masculine hands roamed every inch of her body, Emma felt pampered. Chase's fingers finally found their way to her pussy, paying homage to her womanly folds as he prepared her for their next round of hot fornication.

  They'd been so gentle; it startled her when Jaxson yanked her head back by her long hair. A cup of warm, soapy water seeped through her thick locks before he squirted shampoo into his palm and began massaging the soap through her hair. The men worked silently, caring for her as if she were a precious possession. A twinge of panic over how easy it would be to get used to this treatment invaded, but she pushed it down, unwilling to ruin the short time they had together with worry about tomorrow. She would have the rest of her life to analyze what had happened. As long as she was here – alive and part of this amazing trio – she'd focus on the here and now.

  When they were all clean, Chase pulled the stopper. The men got out first, drying themselves before helping her from the tub and once again, drying her from head to toe, stopping often to kiss here and nibble there. It was a slow burn of foreplay as they all m
ade the leisurely climb up the ladder of sexual need.

  "On your knees, sweetheart. It's my turn to watch those lips around my cock." She didn't hesitate, falling to her knees on the soft white rug. Emma remembered her earlier lesson and linked her arms behind her back, letting Jaxson reach out and pull her forward. "Open nice and wide, Emma. I'm gonna fill you up now."

  He was true to his word. Jaxson's cock was already stiff and when the tip edged the back of her throat, there were still several inches she was not able to accommodate. She tried to press deeper, but her gag reflex kicked in. Minutes passed as he fucked her throat, chasing his pleasure. Globs of phlegm spilled out of the corner of her mouth, spilling down to her breasts. His fingers weaved through her damp, long hair, using his grip to help control the pace.

  He pushed her hard until she was short of breath, allowing her brief breaks to gasp for air. The longer she had to focus on servicing Jaxson there on her knees, the deeper she surrendered to her own submission.

  Their gaze had been locked throughout the intimate act linking their bodies. Only when she felt Chase's naked erection pressing against the back of her head did Jaxson break their visual connection. Like earlier on the train, the men began to kiss above her. She watched as they began with a slow, gentle loving kiss. She could see their tongues dueling with each other. Jaxson's thrusts in her mouth became more sporadic the more violent the kiss became above her. She watched Chase reach out to pinch each of Jaxson's nipples, dragging a groan from the dominant in the room.

  The sound of dishes clinking in the living room of the suite panicked Emma. She was suddenly self-conscious, afraid a hotel housekeeper would walk in on them and as frightening as that sounded, the possibility of being caught increased all of their enjoyment in the moment. Just as when the livery driver was witnessing her orgasm, the idea of having an audience had her own juices flowing.

  It was eventually Jaxson who put a stop to the fun. "I think dinner is here. Let's go eat, shall we?" He grinned at her when she let an exasperated groan fill the room.