JULES
“Yes,” I whisper, rocking on Elias’s dick. “I want that.”
Knowing the brothers were watching over security feeds was one thing, but having one of them here, visibly getting off as we fuck? It turns me on more than I thought possible.
Elias chuckles. “That’s good. Practice for when we put on a show in the Big Top.”
“W—what?” I ask him, my eyes going to his pale ones. “A show in the Big Top?”
“Yeah,” he grunts, bouncing me on his dick and making me see stars. “I want to fuck you in front of the whole crew. Maybe even organize an adults-only event for the crowds.”
I can’t deny the shot of lust at his words. My pussy clenches around his cock.
“Want that, Jewel?” Elias asks insistently as Rowe steps closer, drawing my attention.
“I… I think so?”
I don’t know where to look. Elias’s cock throbs inside me,but at our side, Rowe’s palming his dick through the gray sweatpants that don’t hide anything.
“If you want him to take it out, baby, you just have to tell him,” Elias purrs, seemingly unfazed that I’m eyeballing another man’s dick.
When in Rome. Or is it when in the circus?
“Take your dick out, Rowe,” I say, my bossy tone rivaling my Master’s. “I want to see you stroke it while I ride your brother.”
Rowe’s eyes flash with a fire that reminds me of his twin, while Elias throws his head back laughing.
“That’s my girl. Command your audience while you sit on your throne.”
He punctuates the last words with a savage upstroke that makes my tits bounce.
Rowe reaches into his sweatpants with a low whimper, then pulls out a gorgeous, tattooed dick.
“How did you…?” I trail off, wondering who made the intricate gothic design climbing up his shaft.
“He did it himself,” Elias whispers.
I moan at the visual. The gorgeous, broken-looking man bent over his cock, tattoo gun in hand. It must’ve hurt like the dickens too.
Elias brings me out of my pun-filled fantasy by twisting my nipples over my shirt.
“Ouch!”
“You have two men here, hard and throbbing, and your head is elsewhere,” Elias admonishes.
“I was just picturing Rowe tattooing his dick,” I mutter.
“Maybe next time you can watch?” the man in question offers. His voice is shy, so at odds with his actions—there’s nothing timid about the way he’s jerking off in front of us, his callused hands fisting the impressive girth. Dozens ofscars pepper his forearms, glinting in the morning sun, but it’s not the time and place to wonder about them.
“May I, Master?” I ask Elias, meeting his piercing gaze. He pulls me in for a brutal kiss, his teeth nipping my bottom lip.
“As long as you remember who owns you, Little Sapphire,” he growls.
“Always,” I breathe against his lips.
Rowe moans at our side. “You two are so fucking hot.”
Elias chuckles, leaning back against the backrest again. “I think it’s time this little jewel comes for us, don’t you, brother?”
