When I couldn’t take anymore, I urged her down, her chest pressed to Jinx’s. She stopped fucking him, shifting to a gentle rocking motion as she whimpered and begged me to fuck her.
“Relax,” I urged when I pressed the head against the tight ring that was insistent on keeping me out.
I took my time, watching the way her back arched, her muscles shifting as she bore down, pushing back against me, trying to take me deeper. She was so fucking tight. I drizzled more lube over her asshole as I pushed in, easing the way even more when I felt the hard ridge of Jinx’s cock pressing against mine inside her.
This wasn’t the first time we’d taken a woman like this, but it was by far the most intense.
On one knee, I put my other foot on the bed for leverage, gripping her hips for balance, and began to fuck her. Slow and deep, I hissed at the sensation of Jinx’s cock brushing against mine, only a thin membrane separating us.
“Fuck me,” Laikyn pleaded. “Both of you. I won’t break. Oh, God. Fuck me, please.”
I met Jinx’s gaze over her head and nodded. He began to fuck her, alternating every plunge of my cock into her ass. Time stood still as the three of us were joined as one, the pleasure consuming every inch of me.
Jinx’s hand slipped between her legs, and I knew he was rubbing her clit, eager to get her off first.
“Harder!” Laikyn cried out. “Don’t stop. Harder. Deeper.”
We gave her everything she begged for and then some. My thigh muscles burned, and I was on the brink of explosion when she arched her back, her asshole locking down on my dick as she screamed our names in rapid succession. I didn’t hold back, letting the friction of Jinx’s cock send me right over the edge as soon as I felt the heavy pulse of his cock inside her.
I pulled out and dropped down beside them, our sweat-slick bodies piled together.
“That was ah … maze … ing,” Laikyn breathed, her eyes opening to look at me as she rested her head on Jinx’s chest. “We’re definitely going to do that again.”
I laughed and rolled to my back. There was a good chance we might’ve met our match.
22
Rule
Ever since I gave myself permission tolive in the moment, that was what I did. It mainly consisted of fucking Laikyn because she seemed to be under the impression we couldn’t keep up with her. She was wrong. For the past three weeks, I’d fucked her every chance I got. Up to three times in a given day. Morning, noon, night, whenever she was willing, that had become the routine.
Laikyn was equally as eager, usually instigating it with a text message or when one or both of us would come home to find her naked, sometimes doing mundane things like cooking dinner. She was a terrible cook, by the way, but she’d made several attempts to improve ever since we’d started playing house.
And when I wasn’t fucking her, Jinx was.
I never thought I’d say this, but it was a damn good thing there were two of us. Turned out our sweet butterfly had a seriously strong libido.
As her signs of cabin fever started to increase, I solved that problem, too, by taking her out of the house.
She called them dates, and technically, they were. I tried to vary them, not only taking her for dinner. We went to the Santa Monica pier and rode the Ferris wheel. We logged miles on the beaches, talking about whatever her inquiring mind wanted to know at the time. She forced me to go on a wine tour, and I hated it as much as I thought I would, which seemed to please her immensely. However, the treks she made me take through a variety of art museums weren’t nearly as bad as I expected. Probably because she was so passionate about art. It was hard not to like something she loved. She even talked me into trying out the Escape Room experience. As it happened, I wasn’t the best date for that because it took me no time at all to follow the breadcrumb clues to the exit. Laikyn found it amusing. At that point, she started testing my knowledge, exploiting it in a sense.
And while I let myself enjoy my time with Laikyn, I had an ulterior motive. I needed her to be seen out in public with me, to be photographed as much as possible. That was also the reason Jinx hadn’t come along on these excursions. It wasn’t long after the first photographs leaked from our night at Chipotle that the tabloids started talking about Monica Quinn’s daughter getting married. It didn’t hurt that I had Rhyan and the twins following us occasionally to snap a picture or two that they would discreetly leak to the tabloids. Our frequent outings over the two weeks helped to fuel the flames until she became aPage Sixfrequent flyer.
But we still had another month before her ninety-day marriage requirement was met. I was starting to question whether I would make it that long before I did something stupid, like fall in love with the girl. Hell, there was a good chance I was already there, but I was pretending not to notice the signs. Finding love had never been a problem for me because I stopped looking for it after being let down so many times as a kid. With Laikyn, it was easier to hide behind the wall of lust that was proving to be a damn good distraction.
It helped that Laikyn was treating it like a game, trying to see just how far she could push me. I’d suspected she was daring, but I hadn’t realized how much until she urged me to take our sexual exploits out of the house. And I didn’t mean into the backyard. Unfortunately for her, she was far too vocal when it came to sex, so that didn’t work out so well for us.
Not that I minded. I would take her anyway, anywhere, anytime.
And based on the scene in my kitchen, I got the feeling the next time was going to be now, here, and with her wearing whipped cream topping on her tits.
“What’s this?” I asked when I joined Jinx and Laikyn in the kitchen.
Jinx was standing near the counter, leaning casually while sipping coffee, watching the naked woman splayed across the island.
He shrugged, and a smirk followed it.
“I want to go on another job with you,” Laikyn said, a hint of a whine in her voice.
