“She is one of a kind.” He tilts London’s face up with one finger. It’s clear how much he adores her. I’ve seen many expressions on Jett’s face, but it’s the first time I’ve seen this one. It’s a mix of what looks like admiration, loyalty, and possibly a hint of fear, as if he’s terrified of losing her.
“Will you make her feel good, Ellie? I know how much she wants you to make her come,” he says.
I nod, stumbling into the intensity of Jett’s aqua eyes once he turns his head to look at me. I have no idea how London and Jett came to be, but something tells me it wasn’t just some casual thing. I recognize that gaze, that desperate love, because Kayne looks at me exactly the same way.
“Go sit on the bed,” Kayne finally speaks. I restrain myself from running my hands over his thighs and climbing into his lap. As much as I want London to touch me, I want Kayne to touch me, too. “Go.” He tickles the heart dangling from my throat, one of his new symbols of ownership over me.
I sit on the end of the bed like directed.
“Stand in front of her, London,” Jett orders as both he and Kayne get up and walk to each side of the four-poster bed. London positions herself between my legs. “Take her panties off,” he says from behind me. I move to slide the dainty lace thong off London’s hips and down her long legs. Once removed, I sit back further on the mattress. That’s when I feel it dip behind me and Kayne swiftly fasten a blindfold over eyes. I inhale harshly from surprise.
“Relax, Ellie. Trust me.” He kisses my neck and whispers in my ear.
“You’ve never blindfolded me before.” I touch the lace-like material.
“First time for everything,” I hear Jett comment.
“It won’t be the last time. There are so many things I’m going to do to you, Ellie.” It’s a promise. “Now lay back.” He pushes me down. “Enough playing around. London, sit on her face.”
I nearly combust with need as I feel London crawl up my body and straddle my head, the fragrance of her arousal potent and heady.
“Lick her, Ellie. Slowly. London, don’t come,” Kayne instructs.
I flatten my tongue against London’s pussy, eager to please. The sound that escapes from her is pure delight. Although I can’t see, my sense of smell, hearing, taste, and touch amplifies, making me hyper-aware of everything around me.
As I lick between London’s folds leisurely, I feel someone grab one of my ankles. I flinch, but the hand grips me tighter.
“Easy.” Kayne placates me like he’s talking to a spooked horse. I relax momentarily until I feel him strap a restraint around my ankle.
“Don’t stop, Ellie,” Jett encourages me as the mattress dips above my head. I try to breathe steadily, concentrating on London, as Kayne fastens my other ankle.
“Does she feel good?” I hear Jett ask London between kisses, the bed teetering slightly from their entwining bodies.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Oh God, yes.”
I reflexively stab my tongue into her entrance when Kayne tickles the inside of my thighs.
“Ellie!” she gasps, grabbing my hair.
I pull my tongue back and take a breath, giving us both a second’s reprieve. I squirm in the restraints, my knees slightly bent and my legs spread wide open.
Then I hear the distinct sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothes.
A moment later, I feel a light touch trace my lips. Jett? Then a finger is slipped into my mouth. “I want you to make my little bird come.” He pumps his finger in and out, coercing me to suck. It’s the most erotic gesture Jett and I have ever shared. I hold onto the moment as long as I can, picturing his face as I swallow his finger, wishing secretly that for just one second Kayne would share.
Jett grunts as he withdraws his hand, leaving me wanton.
“Put your mouth on me,” I hear him say, and London leans forward, situating her clit at an even more accessible angle to my face. “I want to feel everything she makes you feel.” There’s more shifting over my head, and then a loud moan from Jett. Just listening to him is arousing as hell. “Make her come, Ellie.”
The room almost feels like a pressure cooker of elicit desire as I begin to lick London, sliding my tongue in and out of her slick folds and circling it around her clit. I’m completely lost in her soft feel and the carnal sounds of Jett’s panting breaths when Kayne brushes something up the inside of my leg. His fingers? His nose, maybe his lips, I’m not sure. But the added sensation makes me jerk on my restraints and apply more pressure to London’s pussy. When Kayne sinks his tongue deep inside me, I spasm, spurring a chain reaction—me to lick faster, London to suck harder, Jett to moan louder.
“Shit! London!” Jett hisses as she lets out a jagged, muffled cry, suddenly coming uncontrollably. I writhe beneath her, yanking at the leg restraints as she floods my mouth, while Kayne at the same time dangles me right over a razor-sharp edge. I fruitlessly kick and squirm as my own orgasm converges in the dead center of my thighs.
“Fuck. I’m coming,” Jett groans while the sweet taste of London’s arousal stains my lips, the bed dipping rapidly over my head, as he fucks her mouth.
“Please, please, please!” I hear myself beg as London is suddenly pulled off me and replaced by the brute force of Kayne on top of me. I recognize the fresh smell of his cologne and feel of his skin as he breathes wildly in my ear, slams into me savagely, pulls my hair, and sinks his teeth into my neck like a blood-starved vampire.
There’s no time for even a sound as I follow Kayne into the light. My clit aches and my pussy throbs as my orgasm tears me apart, limb from quivering limb.
