“My bedroom.”
I swallowed hard. Jamie was in his bed, sleeping soundly if I had to guess.
I continued into his room. The bathroom light was on, the door mostly closed so only a sliver of light slipped out.
Edge moved around me and onto the bed. Without hesitating, he reclined, only inches away from Jamie.
I watched them both, waited for what he wanted me to do. When he motioned me over with his finger, my feet instantly followed the command. His hand shot out, jerked the towel from around my hips. It dropped to the floor.
When Edge spoke, he didn’t whisper as I’d expected him to. “Kneel between my legs. On the bed.”
My eyes shot to Jamie when she stirred.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” Edge growled.
The dominant force laced in the words had me moving, shocking me with their intensity. I’d heard Edge command dozens of submissives, but never like that. There was something different. I had to wonder if it was specifically for me.
I straddled his legs, then waited.
“Free my cock.”
I deftly unhooked the button then lowered the zipper. He’d gone commando, so it only took a second to free his cock from the denim. Rather than remove his jeans, I left them just past his hips, confining his movements.
“Put your mouth on me,” he ordered.
Jamie shifted again, likely awakened by the rough growl of Edge’s voice. I didn’t wait to see if she had opened her eyes before I lowered my head, sliding my lips over the hard ridge of his cock.
“Suck me,” Edge commanded gruffly.
I did. I slid my mouth over him, not taking him all the way at first.
A sharp gasp had me pulling back, my eyes shooting over to Jamie. She was propped up on one elbow watching me.
“Did I tell you to stop?” Edge asked, sliding his arm around Jamie and pulling her toward him.
I didn’t answer, but I did resume laving his dick. If I hadn’t just gotten off in the shower, I probably would’ve lost it then. Knowing Jamie was watching was a turn-on like no other.
“Do you like seeing his mouth on me, sweetness?”
“I definitely do,” Jamie rasped.
“Me, too.” Edge groaned. “Lucky for him, I won’t last long. I could watch him suck my dick all night long.”
Heat slammed into me, but I didn’t stop.
“Take all of me,” Edge commanded, his hand snaking into my hair.
I leaned down, allowing the head of his dick to brush the back of my throat. I swallowed and the growl that came from Edge spurred me on. When I pulled back, his fist tightened in my hair and he pulled me back down. We repeated the dance as I deep-throated him again and again.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he informed me.
I knew it wasn’t a request. He was merely verbalizing his intentions.
“Put your hand in his hair, sweetness,” Edge instructed.
Jamie’s cool fingers slid into my hair, her fingernails lightly scraping against my scalp.
“Now hold him there.”
Her fingers tightened, but not nearly enough. Edge solved that problem when his hand gripped my hair fiercely, pain shooting erotically down my spine.
When his hips lifted, his cock tunneling into my mouth, I remained where I was. Their hands remained in place, holding my head as Edge took what he wanted from me. He drove up into my throat relentlessly, over and over, his growls getting louder as he did.
And when he came, it was with a roar, which had satisfaction slamming into me.
ELEVEN
EDGE
Friday, November 2, 2018
THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS WENT BY quickly, but not without incident.
Halloween really wasn’t my favorite day of the year, but generally there was a good time to be had—at least for the members—at the club.
This year was the exception.
Which was the very reason I was walking toward Zeke’s office, fully intending to apologize for the incident that had occurred. One that could’ve easily been avoided if I hadn’t been so damn distracted. Unfortunately, I’d already made the mistake and it couldn’t be taken back.
How could you have known? I mean, really.
I stopped in the doorway to Zeke’s office, then watched as the man frowned at his cell phone.
Turn around, go back the way you came. Clearly, he’s not in the mood to chat.
Ignoring the inner voice, I rapped lightly on the frame of the door and waited for Zeke to look up.
“What’s up?” he asked, sounding far too chill for the expression on his face.
“That’s supposed to be my question,” I answered. “Need to talk?”
“About?”
Yeah, okay. So he was going to play that way. I figured I might as well get this argument underway. “For starters, what went down at the club on Wednesday.”
“Nothing went down,” he said, although he couldn’t maintain eye contact. “I had some things to take care of.”
See? He had a perfectly good explanation for running out of there like his ass was on fire.
