He turns to look at me, but when he sees I’m still wearing my underwear, he frowns. “Tick tock, Harlow, we’re a little pressed for time. Get naked and shake those titties in front of him.” There's nothing I can do, so I climb onto the bed with the man I love and try to pretend Peter isn't in the room.
Reaching behind my back, I flick the clasp on my bra and lean forward. It falls down my arms, and I toss it onto the floor with Jaxon’s pants. When my eyes meet his, the anger is gone. His pupils are dilated so wide it looks like there's no color left in his eyes. I crawl until I’m straddling his body, hoping I can stop Peter from seeing most of what we’re doing.
A goofy grin softens Jaxon’s face as his gaze drops to my naked breasts. “God, I love your tits,” he mumbles quietly, and I feel his cock start to harden underneath me. Looking around, Peter is nowhere to be seen. He must have stepped into the costume closet where I found the drugs, so I lean in and kiss Jaxon. His tongue tangles clumsily with mine, and as I pull away, he tries to follow, but his restraints hold him in place.
“I’m so sorry,” I lean in and whisper in his ear. “Please tell me you didn't believe anything I said.”
“Of course I didn't,” he says just as quietly. “I couldn't look at you because you’re so hot, and I couldn't control my dick at the thought of you and me making a baby together.” His honesty has me sitting up, blinking in surprise.
“I know we talked about it, but I didn’t think it would be so soon,” I whisper, but before he can answer, Peter comes back. Wearing a furry panda head, he throws himself into the sex pit, which almost makes me gag. Who knows what’s on all those cushions? He unzips his pants and pulls out his cock, fisting it in his hand before pumping it up and down a couple of times. He waves the gun that is still in his other hand.
“Get on with it. I put a bullet in Julia before I got a chance to use this stuff. If I wasn't worried about you getting knocked up, I would be taking this out on you, Harlow. Maybe I still will. If I fuck you in the ass, we won’t risk you getting pregnant from me instead of him.” His voice is muffled by the panda head, but I don't doubt he’s serious. “Suck his dick so I can watch,” he orders, and I shudder.
When Jaxon gives me a small nod that I hope Peter misses, I crawl back down his body. I lean over Jaxon’s cock and run my tongue around the rim. He tastes salty, and I lick my lips before running it along his shaft. I think the drugs are making him more compliant because a loud groan leaves his lips even though I know he doesn’t want to encourage Peter any more than we have to.
“Oh yeah, I want to see you choke on that dick, Harlow,” Peter instructs, and I take it into my mouth. Sliding up and down, I suck on him a little before pulling away.
The sound of movement has me turning to look at Peter. He’s removed his hand from his dick and is sitting up, his gun aimed at me. “Either do it properly or I will get in there and make you.”
Goosebumps rise across my skin in fear, so I do as he’s asked. Blocking him out, I resign myself to having to give the performance of my life. Taking Jaxon’s dick deep into my mouth, I gag, and my eyes water when it hits the back of my throat, but both Jaxon and Peter groan in unison.
“Fuck no.” I sit up and put my hand on my hips, glaring at Peter. “I just can’t do this with you watching and making noises. I’m sorry. It distracts me.”
He scrambles out of the pit, his dick sticking out of his pants, and hurries over to the cocaine that’s still sitting on the paddling bench. He sticks the gun into the hole and brings out the end of the barrel covered in coke. Then he heads over to the cage door, unlocks it with his free hand, and steps in. He shoves the gun in my face, and I freeze. My heart races. This is it. I’m dead. Fuck.
“Let me help lower your inhibitions a little because youwillbe fucking him right now, and Iwillbe fucking watching. Snort,” he demands. My eyes don’t leave his as I lean forward and put my nose over the barrel. Blocking one nostril, I inhale the white powder and wait for my body to react to the drugs. I’ve never done anything harder than weed before, and I’m silently freaking out about what is to come.
Peter pulls the gun away from my head, but my heart doesn't stop racing. He backs out of the cage and slams it shut again.
“Sit on his face, Harlow,” he commands. My body is starting to feel a little light. While my mind sharpens, the feel of Jaxon’s skin on mine intensifies.
I slide my way up his body until my thighs are straddling his head, lowering my pussy to his mouth. The first swipe of his tongue through my folds has me throwing my head back in pleasure, my loud groan echoing through the room. I stop holding my weight and relax into what Jaxon is doing, his tongue licking and sucking as his nose nudges against my clit. He’s moaning with delight as my hands shoot out to grip the metal bars of the birdcage in front of me. The sensory overload has me riding Jaxon’s face like a cowgirl at a rodeo, the smooth slide of the metal bars under my hands just adding to the stimulation. It’s like my mind has compartmentalized everything, so the fact that Peter is watching doesn't even register anymore.
My entire focus is on Jaxon and what he’s doing to me. I can feel my orgasm building, that teasing feeling rushing at me like a freight train. My hands leave the bars to trail over my skin and up my stomach to my breasts, a tingle following in their wake. Cupping them, I pinch both nipples as my orgasm detonates.
“Fuck!” My hands leave my body, digging into my hair as I undulate over Jaxon’s mouth, slurping sounds coming from him as he drinks down everything I give.
I’m ready for his dick now, and the need to have something inside my clenching cunt has me scrambling off him. When I look down, he’s grinning up at me, his face glistening with the evidence of a job well done. Leaning down, I kiss him, and the sweet flavor of my release bursts to life on my tongue as it tangles with his. My teeth nip at his lip hard before I pull away and line myself up with his thick dick. Notching it at my entrance, I slam myself down on it as he thrusts up. His guttural groan is like a symphony for my ears as I throw my head back, screaming at the intrusion. My cunt is tight from my orgasm, so there’s a swift bite of pain before it smooths out into a deeper pleasure.
Our eyes meet, and we start to move, my hands against his hard abs, rolling my hips as he thrusts up with his. There’s a laser-focused intensity and what feels like a soul-deep connection—like he and I are one with each other. We don’t talk. It’s just a cacophony of grunts, groans, and moans as we drive ourselves higher and higher with each roll of my hips. Both of us are panting hard now, and I’m almost transfixed by the drop of sweat that rolls down Jaxon’s temple. Leaning down, I catch the drop with my tongue, the salty flavor tingling in my mouth. I’m low enough that he does the same, his tongue licking between my breasts. Sitting back up, my orgasm is just out of reach. Frustrated, I lean my hands against Jaxon’s chest, rolling my body harder, so his frantic thrust can hit my clit.
“Fuck, yeah, that’s it, Harlow. I can feel your cunt. It’s so tight. Get there, Harlow,” he grits out, and I can see the muscles in his neck tightening. Just knowing that he’s struggling to hold on to his orgasm is enough to tip me over the edge. My breathing starts speeding up, then I’m screaming as my orgasm ignites my senses. It’s all I can do to hold on as he takes over. After a couple more violent thrusts, he’s shouting too. I can feel his hot dick pulsing as his cum pours into me. Another groan leaves my mouth at that thought, and my pussy pulses, milking his cock dry. Leaning down, I kiss him like my life depends on it. Slow and sensual, I pour all my love into it, and I can feel him doing the same.
Slowly, my orgasm ebbs, as does his even though he’s still rock hard inside of me.
Our bodies are slippery with sweat as I pull away from him, small residual shockwaves running down my limbs. My mind is racing a million miles an hour, and everything feels so much more.
“Oh my god, that was so good.” I stretch my arms into the air, languishing in how I feel with his dick still buried inside me.
“You're not wrong. I wish I had time to take that ass for a spin.” Peter’s voice is low and rough, a thunderclap in the room.
I startle, having forgotten all about him because I was so hyper focused on Jaxon and what we were doing. Scrambling off Jaxon, I feel his cum run down the inside of my thigh. Peter’s standing at the edge of the cage, one hand wrapped around the bar and the other around his cock. His eyes are locked on my pussy as his hand furiously pumps. His knees buckle slightly before ropes of cum squirt between the bars, landing on the floor at the end of my bed.
“Look at that,” he chuckles as his hand slows. “Got it all on your panties, Harlow. Now you’ll feel both of us when you put them back on.” He tucks himself back into his jeans as I just blink, having no words for this disgusting man. “Okay, no time to put your legs in the air. You’ll just have to fuck him again once we’re done here. Leave him there while we go get my book,” he orders, unlocking the cage and opening the door as I slide off the bed. Disappointment races through me at having to leave Jaxon behind.
“Hurry up, Harlow,” Peter growls, stalking over to the door for the panic room and down the stairs. It’s open, so he doesn't need me to program in the code.
Holy fuck. Did he just leave us alone? Ignoring the fact that I’m still naked, I quietly unbuckle the restraints around Jaxon’s wrists and ankles, my heart racing and my stomach in my throat as I fumble in my haste. Jaxon is quiet, his eyes locked on the doorway, looking out for Peter.
