Tug, page 20
part #10 of Cerberus MC Series
“Kingston?” Jasmine looks over her shoulder, once again motioning for me to join them.
“I don’t think this is the best place for this to happen.”
It’s like I’ve poured ice water on both of them. Her hips stop moving, and he releases his grip on her hair.
“Good point,” Jasmine says as she tries to move off Max’s lap. “We should go back to my apartment.”
“I can’t leave,” Max tells her. “Mia is here.”
Jasmine swallows, her hands moving to cover her mouth. “Oh, God, Max. I’m so selfish. I didn’t even ask you about your sister.”
“It’s okay.” He smooths down her hair before pressing his lips to her cheek.
“How is she? I’d love to meet her.”
“She isn’t up for visitors just yet.”
Max’s eyes find mine once again, and I fully understand what he won’t tell her. Mia may never be up for visitors.
Things are worse than I thought. No matter how strong of a woman Mia was before, she’s broken right now, and she’ll be broken for a long time to come.
“We can stay here,” Jasmine assures both of us with a smile. “As long as you need. I’m just happy that we’re all together again.”
Without another word, I cross the room and lock the door. It won’t keep people from knocking, but it will give us a little warning before we’re truly interrupted. I don’t think sex is the direction the night is going, but I want to cover all of our bases.
Jasmine reaches for the hem of Max’s shirt, and he allows her to lift it over his head. When she reaches for the waistband of his sweats, he leans back to give her better access.
Without flare, I strip myself to my boxers before turning off the overhead light, opting to switch on the bedside lamp instead. Jasmine reaches for me when I get close enough to touch them, but I give Max his space. Our girl lifts her mouth to mine, and I feel the heat of his stare on our lips until she pulls away. Unable to resist any longer, I press my mouth to his. He doesn’t kiss me back at first, but eventually, he opens his mouth and grants me entrance.
I try to put every ounce of my emotions into the kiss, but it’s a sad substitute for the conversation we need to have. I can tell he’s distant, but what Max doesn’t know is I’m not taking no for an answer. We’ll figure everything out, but we need to be a united front to be successful. We have enough passion to power the world, but the commitment is what I’m dying for from him. I know Jasmine feels the same way. We’ve talked about it, danced around the subject numerous times the last week.
“I fucking missed you,” I confess into his mouth.
I expect his hand to reach into my hair. I expect him to force me to my knees so I can take his cock in my mouth, but that doesn’t happen.
A strangled sob escapes his lips. I wrap my arms around him as Jasmine climbs from his lap. She strips to her panties as I lay Max down on the bed, positioning him against my chest. Our girl flicks the lamp off before climbing on the opposite side and curling up against his back. We cocoon him with our bodies, lending him the strength he needs until he’s able to find it again himself.
Chapter 35
Max
Heaven.
That’s exactly what it feels like to have both Kingston and Jasmine wrapped around me.
Too bad it can’t last.
When I try to wiggle out from between them, they both hold on to me harder, so I settle against them for another hour. It feels like I haven’t slept in weeks, but in between them last night I didn’t even dream. I didn’t have the nightmares my mind conjured of what the conditions were like for my sister. I didn’t feel the guilt from letting my family believe I died ten years ago. I also didn’t fall prey to the images of what it would’ve been like if Kingston didn’t go into the Marines.
Blank, that’s exactly what my mind was last night while my body rebooted from the last eight weeks since my sister was abducted.
“I know you’re awake,” Kingston grumbles under me.
Jasmine’s lips kiss between my shoulder blades.
My cock is as stiff on his thigh as his is on mine, but the sexual energy that usually accompanies me first thing in the morning is absent. It says a lot about where my head is at these days.
I could’ve used the release last night, but I ruined the moment by crying.
“Tell us what you need, and we’ll gladly give it to you,” Jasmine whispers, her lips soft against my back.
There are a million things I could request in the moment, but there isn’t a single thing but a temporary escape from reality that they’d actually be able to give me.
“He needs us to take care of him,” Kingston says.
“My pleasure,” Jasmine offers with a pull on my arm, encouraging me to roll over on my back. Her nose runs the length of my neck as his hand traces my stomach. “You smell so good.”
“What time is it?” I ask as a distraction.
“The perfect time,” comes Kingston’s non-answer.
“Time for you to forget about everything but us in this moment,” Jasmine adds.
“Mmm,” I agree. If only it were that easy.
Kingston’s rough hand wraps around my cock, and he holds it straight up as Jasmine lowers her mouth to the tip. Licking the sensitive spot under the head makes my hips flex upward, and like the perfect specimen she is, she takes me deeper into her mouth. Kingston maintains his grip as he shuffles down the bed, and I don’t even remember my own name when I feel his breath on my nuts.
“God,” I moan.
They seem encouraged by my panting, and as much as I want to be more involved, I simply lie there and take everything they have to offer. They suck and tease, bringing me to the edge more than once before Kingston disappears. I don’t bother opening my eyes when I hear the snick of a bottle of lube. I know what’s going to happen, and I crave it, widening my legs to give him better access.
Only he doesn’t begin to probe me with his oiled fingers, and when Jasmine’s mouth disappears, I’m left bereft. I let one eye squint open so I can find out what’s going on to find Kingston at the edge of the bed and Jasmine’s lips wrapped around his engorged cock. The sight is breathtaking, and when she motions for me to join her, I can’t resist.
Our lips touch as we suck down the side of his dick in tandem. He moans his approval when I tug on his balls just the way he likes.
“Fingers,” he moans. “I need your fingers.”
Before I can move for the lube, Kingston is squeezing the lube on Jasmine’s fingers, and without hesitation, she probes below his nuts.
They seem to have advanced sexually in my absence, but I don’t let bitterness settle in me. I don’t allow myself to realize that they no longer need me. She has everything to offer him that I have.
He grips her hair, forcing her mouth to his while she teases him the way he used to love me doing, so I focus on his dick. When she reaches for my cock with her free hand, I don’t have a damn thing to complain about. Slick with lube, her hand strokes my dick with expert precision.
“Are you ready?” she asks me after pulling her mouth from Kingston’s.
I nod, shifting back on the bed, but when I move to turn around to stick my ass in the air, Kingston doesn’t allow it, forcing me to my back.
I take over stroking my own cock as he climbs on the bed, but rather than shifting my hips up, he straddles my legs.
“What’s going on?” I ask breathless, the hope of what could possibly be happening making my heart race.
“Do you want me to stop?” Kingston asks as he aims my dick at his ass.
I don’t have time to answer, but he knows I won’t tell him no. I’ve dreamed about this more times than I can count but never thought it would come true.
He hisses as he lowers, my cock popping past that first tight ring of muscle. Had I known where this was heading, I could’ve told him he didn’t have enough prep for this, but the man has always been stubborn.
“That’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve seen,” Jasmine says with her eyes glued to our connection.
“Jesus,” Kingston moans, and I can tell by the squint of his eyes that he’s not into it.
“Distract him, baby.”
I press my palm against her neck until her mouth is hovering on his quickly shrinking cock. When her mouth starts to work, I reposition her over my own mouth. I hate to lose the sight of him riding my cock, but the appeal of her needy pussy is greater.
She doesn’t waste a second grinding herself against my mouth, and from the sounds Kingston is now making, she’s making good on her bid to bring him pleasure. He shifts, repositioning and when I sink into him again, I can tell he’s found the angle he needs. His ass clenches, squeezing my dick like a fist, and I’m in fucking heaven.
“I never thought—Jesus—I’ve been missing out,” Kingston groans.
Jasmine chuckles, and she’s so focused on us that her hips have stopped moving.
“I know what we need,” I tell them both, urging Jasmine to lift off my face. Next, I sit up and pull Kingston against my chest.
Our lips meet, but the bliss is too much for both of us to let the kiss get too deep. Just to grade his reaction, I ram my hips up a couple of times, slamming inside of him. His cock jerks against my stomach, but before he can blow, I lift him off me.
“What the hell?” he hisses when I pull from off him.
“I know what you want,” I assure him, turning him so he’s on his side and his back is against my front. “Have you had the luxury of sinking that fat cock of yours into her tight pussy?”
As always, Jasmine is on the same page as she lies in front of Kingston and backs herself up to his cock.
“Just once,” he confesses. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
The knowledge makes my heart sing, but there are other things to focus on right now. We can discuss their willingness to wait for me to join them later.
“Let me watch.”
Without preamble, Kingston slides his cock deep into Jasmine, and she moans her pleasure of being filled. His fingers find her clit as I position myself at his back.
“Lift this leg.” I tap on his top leg, and he lifts it, never missing a stroke into her tight cunt. “You’re about to find out how much of an ab workout this position is.”
He stills his hips long enough for me to ease back inside of him, and the breathy moan that rushes out of his mouth brings me closer to the edge than I’d like to be this early in the game.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Kingston pants, but his hips take over. “God, I’ve always loved this position.”
My teeth sink into the hard muscle of his shoulder as he flexes back before pushing forward. Back and forth. In and out. At the most agonizingly slow pace. Not willing to let him control this situation, Jasmine pushes her hips back when he presses forward. I do the same, pushing forward, making sure I go as deep as possible when he flexes back to meet me.
“Is it everything you imagined?” Jasmine asks.
“More,” Kingston answers. “So much more. I’m not going to fucking last.”
“You’ll make her come before you do,” I warn him before digging my teeth deeper into his flesh.
“Not going to be a problem,” Jasmine responds as her arm reaches back and she grips the meat of Kingston’s ass in her hand. I clasp my fingers on top of hers and squeeze as she begins to shake.
“Ohhh,” she moans. The one word drags out so long, marking her pleasure that it seems the length of a sonnet.
“That’s it,” Kingston praises, and I hate that I’m missing the grasp of her cunt on my own cock as she comes, but Kingston doesn’t disappoint. He’s the next to find his release, and the pulse of his prostate against my dick is nothing short of spectacular.
“Fuck that’s good,” I tell him, my hips taking over the thrusting.
He groans when my cock jerks inside of him, kicking repeatedly with my own release.
We don’t move, lying there long enough for the sweat on our skin to dry.
Chapter 36
Jasmine
“Well, this is messy,” Kingston complains when he shifts his weight.
He’s the first one to climb out of bed, but if it were up to me, we’d never leave.
Max laughs as he watches Kingston shuffle to the bathroom. I stare, too, but there isn’t anything funny about the way his back muscles ripple under his golden skin.
“Do I have you to thank for this?” Max asks me.
I turn over on the mattress to face him, shifting my body to close the distance between us. My overheated skin prickles with the contact.
“What do you have to thank me for?”
“He would’ve never let me do that to him if he hadn’t been persuaded.”
“He told me once you never wanted to fuck him. He claimed that you preferred the bottom.”
“I normally do,” he says with an easy grin. “But I may have found my new favorite thing.”
His eyes light up, and I realize it’s exactly what was missing last night when I came in here to discover that he was at Cerberus. His true happiness didn’t shine last night. This morning, it’s still clouded with demons.
“Good luck convincing him to do that every single time.”
He chuckles, but the sound is forced.
“I want to—”
“I hate showering alone!” Kingston yells from the bathroom. “Both of you get in here.”
“He’s a demanding man, isn’t he?” I ask but move to get off the bed.
Max follows, but it’s clear when we step into the bathroom that there isn’t even close to enough room in the shower for all three of us.
“You first,” I urge as Max looks between me and the shower. “This is one of my fantasies playing out.”
He looks apprehensive at first, but the soap bubbles traveling down Kingston’s muscular thighs would be enough to entice a nun into the shower with him. Max steps inside and Kingston’s hands immediately go to work. I don’t know if they’re purposely putting on a show when their hands skate over each other’s bodies, but my reaction is the same. Even after the powerful orgasm I just had, my desire is renewed at the sight of them. Since I’ve decided to no longer hide my appetite for these men, I do the only thing I can think of in this moment. I sit on the toilet seat, leaning my back against the wall, and let my fingers trace the lips of my sex. They don’t notice me immediately, too caught up in their own pleasure, but when they do, I become their pleasure.
“You don’t have any idea how sexy you are with his cum dripping from you,” Max says as his own hand begins to stroke his dick.
“Why don’t you taste her,” Kingston urges.
My body trembles at the concept of Max licking away what Kingston left behind.
It’s all he has to say before Max steps out of the shower and lowers his mouth to my aching pussy. At first, his only focus is to lick Kingston’s essence from my skin, but eventually, his tongue finds my clit.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Kingston praises as he jacks his own dick.
“I’ve missed this pussy,” Max says as he works me even faster. “Missed you.”
His words make the back of my eyes burn from tears. We haven’t had the chance to talk, but I hope that his confession means he’s willing to make things work with the three of us. We’re built on a foundation of sexual pleasure, but stronger relationships have been built on less.
I don’t have the ability to focus on that, however, because his mouth goes into overdrive the same time his fingers push inside of me, and I’m lost to him. Lost to his mouth and lost to Kingston as he smiles at the two of us. My orgasm isn’t as powerful as the one I had before, but it’s just as pleasurable, leaving me satiated and replete.
“Get in here and rinse off,” Kingston tells Max when he pulls his mouth away only to kiss the inside of both my thighs. “Then it’s Jasmine’s turn. We can spend the next month in bed together, but there’s a conversation we have to have first.”
Anxiety swims in my gut with his declaration. I’ve had boyfriends, of course, but honestly, I could take them or leave them. They always had an expiration date, a moment when the desire and feelings changed that left nothing but the choice to walk away. Convincing two people to stick together is hard enough. Three seems damn near impossible. There’re so many factors, so many things to consider, an extra person to take care of, more needs to be met to keep everyone happy. From the outside looking in, it seems impossible.
“Look at me,” Kingston urges with his finger crooked under my chin as I step into the shower.
My mouth waters with the need to speak, to confess all of my doubts, but the flood of words never come. Instead, I give him a weak smile and allow him to wash away the sex and sweat from my body.
By the time we climb out of the shower and dry off, Max is gone from the room. My apprehension is compounded as I look to Kingston to see his jaw working. He told Max we needed to talk, but it seems the man was all too eager to disappear.
“Where do you think he went?” I ask as I begrudgingly pull on my clothes from last night sans panties.
Kingston doesn’t answer, but his eyes track my movements as I shift my dress into place.
“We need to find him and get back to your apartment. I don’t want you walking around the clubhouse without something covering my pretty little pussy.”
My eyes roll as I slip into my shoes. The man is willing to share me with Max, but just the thought of another man seeing what’s beneath my clothes turns him into a jealous monster.
“Your pussy?”
“Mine and Max’s,” he clarifies.
“I’m not so sure everyone is on the same page.” I don’t specify Max because I’m not so sure Kingston and I are on the same page either.
We’ve held off, refusing to speak about the future while waiting for the holidays to end so we could seek Max out, and even though he’s hinted at a future with the three of us together, he hasn’t just come out and said that’s what he’s wanting.
“We’ll get there.” His words are sure, a promise that things will be okay.
I want to ask him where he’s getting his confidence from, but a whispered argument in the hall draws both of our attention.
