Beats (10 page)

“God-fucking-
damn
, Jinxie.” He scampers off the bed and circles me. “I know we said what happens here stays here, but you’re gonna make it hard for my eyes to forget the treat they’re feasting on. I’ll bet that pussy will stay on my mind for a long time coming too. Shit, girl.” He makes a show of licking from the heel of his palm to the tips of his fingers, and strokes his rigid cock.

The full package of Rax is something out of a porno. Yeah, I saw him on the bus the time he and Toombs cornered me, but the lightning and shadows here emphasize his features much more favorably. Or maybe it’s the alcohol and flattery making him appear hotter. Either way, I can’t deny the wetness gathering between my legs.

His shaggy hair is freshly clean and still a little damp. He must’ve taken a shower in the other bathroom. No topknot tonight, just black, luxurious waves falling around his face in a perfect frame. His crystal-blue eyes are sharp as glass and lodged into my naked flesh. The open-mouthed snake ready to rip open his throat slithers down his back, winds around his tight, tanned abs, and ends at the head of his jutting dick.

He stops in front of me, scrapes his upper teeth over his lower lip, drawing my attention to the twin metal fangs of silver at the corners. The smell of him makes me woozy. His dark, deep, heavy musk penetrates my nose and burrows straight into my raging libido like a damn leech.

Movement from the other bathroom scatters my thoughts further. Nervous, I crack my knuckles as Toombs enters the room behind me. I can’t turn around. I use Rax’s expression to gauge what Toombs is doing. Rax’s raised brow makes me think Toombs is naked. Fully erect. Ready to roll. God, I hope so. Rax loses focus and returns to me. I sense Toombs’s heartbeat homing in, and I tremble with anticipation.

Touch me,
I beg him.

Nothing.

Rax cups my breasts, rubs his thumbs over my hard, metal-laden nipples. “I want to taste you so bad, Jinx.” He doesn’t wait for permission. While squeezing the left breast, Rax darts his tongue across my right nipple and seals his mouth around it. The shock pulls a hiss out of me. My head tips backward and lands on Toombs’s bare shoulder. Rax sucks so hard, it hurts. He’s gonna leave a nasty hickey.

Desperate to manage the pain-filled pleasure, I turn my face up to Toombs’s. Out of nowhere, two fingers penetrate me, and Toombs urges me closer. He slips through the glut of wetness between my legs and pauses when he hits the metal piercing there. A slow smile glides over his lips. He probes while Rax indulges in my other breast.

“Clit piercing,” Toombs mumbles. “I love surprises like this.”

Rax pauses. “What?” He looks down. So do I.

Between a thumb and forefinger, Toombs takes the ends of the curved stud vertically impaling the hood of my clit. He pulls. My legs part to give him better access. Rax drops to his knees, his eyes wider now, despite the obvious absinthe high.

“Fuck. Me.” Rax’s hot exhalation against my super-sensitive nub draws a bead of liquid from within. He swats Toombs aside, grasps my hips and drags my pussy to his face, lapping up the droplet and coaxing a damn flood from within.

The ghosts of Toombs’s teases and the unexpected wave of pleasure from Rax’s highly adept tongue throw my senses into a tailspin. This is too much, too fast. I’m going to come, and I don’t want Rax to be the reason I do. I react the only way I know how. I shove him. He falls to the lush carpet and laughs. His hair splays around his head. His lips are glazed with my juices.

“Jinx has the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he says to Toombs.

I wait for Toombs to respond—maybe beg for a taste of his own—but he remains silent. I turn to him and drape my hands across his shoulders. The Crown Royal fueling my desire and murdering my inhibitions, I say, “What can I do for
you
?” Letty would be so proud.

I tentatively touch his dick. When he doesn’t flinch or twist away, I pump it, focusing on those hard beads beneath his veined flesh. I thumb the stud sticking out of the hole at the top of the head. His irises darken to gunmetal gray. The pupils within narrow to slits.

Lightning wages war on the night sky, thunder heralds it seconds later, and rain pelts the windows with renewed vigor.

Toombs’s gaze shifts from me to Rax on the floor. “I wanna watch you fuck Rax.”

And my balloon of hope pops louder than the deafening crashes outside.

No. Please, no. I want to do
you
.

His hard eyes confirm he’s made up his mind. Though, I wonder whether this is what Toombs wants or what Rax
told
him to want.

I look down at Rax’s smug face. He’s stroking his dick to a beat I don’t recognize. It’s too fast. Too unpredictable. Too far out of my comfort zone.

I turn to Toombs and let go of him. “Okay. I’ll fuck him. And I’ll make you regret you didn’t ask to be first.”

Shit. Did I say that? This isn’t me. This is liquid courage talking.

Toombs’s breath hitches with a second’s worth of either regret or anticipation. Who can tell with him? Then he settles back into the familiar, smug, assholey expression that assures me he doesn’t give a shit about me or my feelings.

Fine. I turn away from them both, grab the absinthe, and swig it. I stifle a cough. The green alcohol is disgusting, but I need to fuel this unexpected surge of bravery now more than ever. I’m going to do Rax and get it over with. I hope Toombs is as devastated as I am when it’s all said and done.

He wants spite sex? That’s exactly what he’ll get.

Rax is lit up like New York City on New Year’s Eve. He’s
beaming
. The perfect counterbalance to Toombs, who’s withdrawn into himself yet again, giving no warning or explanation for why he so brutally evicted the guy hiding under Rax’s thumb.

Man, I miss that guy.

Nothing about this scene is right, but at this point, I’m so full of wrong, I’ll do whatever they want and ask myself for forgiveness later. I’m driving the bus to hell anyway. May as well take a little vacation while I’m in town.

I glance at Rax. He’s an asshole, but damn, he sets me afire with need. He’s already proven he’s an expert with his mouth. I can only imagine what kinds of miracles his dick can work on a girl.

I climb into the huge bed with Rax right on my heels. Starting at my feet, he prowls the length of my body, stopping at random pressure points to kiss, lick, and suck. He sweeps his tongue over my toes and up my legs, pausing to exhale long and hard across my clit. I moan softly as my thighs part with a will of their own. He breathes gently on the wetness but saves his next kiss for the tender space just below my pierced belly button. I tense and arch off the mattress as another spring of liquid heat wells.

Panic seizes me. Rax whisks away all my bravado from seconds ago in the space of a few miserable heartbeats.

Where’s Toombs? I’ve lost track of him. I need him to help me deal with this raging desire to have Rax fill me with his big, thick cock.

Speaking of…the dick in question skips up my leg and stops just outside of the Erogenous Zone. Rax settles his heavy weight on top of me and jockeys for my mouth. I wrench my head away before he can tag my lips.

“No kissing. Not with you.” As I say the words, my gaze lands on Toombs. He slinks to the bed.

Finally.

Rax feasts on my neck, growling, lighting up nerve endings with needles of pleasure. His long locks tickle my skin, maddening. He flicks a nipple. I stare up at Toombs, silently begging him to throw Rax off or at the very least, join him.

Instead, Toombs scoots onto the mattress and sits near my head. He surveys me from top to bottom, dark pools of silver glittering behind the half-lowered shades of his lids. I reach for his dick, but he gently pushes my hand away. Why? Why the hell does he deny me when it’s so obvious I want him?

Frustration burns my skin.

Rax rolls to his side, and his appreciative gaze does a tumbleweed dance over me. “I’m gonna do you right, Jinxie. You’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get you off.” The earnestness in his voice tells me he intends to make this a night I’ll never forget. That scares me.

His fingers delve between my legs, slipping in and out in that same clunky rhythm he stroked himself to before. Why do I have to be so wet? I’m only encouraging the wrong guy to do all the right things.

Anxious for grounding, a handhold, a safety net—anything—I stroke Toombs’s cheek. His eyes flap shut for a long moment. Against my will, my hips rock to Rax’s rhythm.

Rax sits up and licks one of his fingers, then slips the other in Toombs’s mouth. Toombs sucks my wetness off. His cunning smile frightens me.

Save me from him, Toombs. Please save me.

He feeds me to the wolf instead.

Rax wanders back down south, positioning himself between my open legs. Toombs kneels behind my head and leans forward. Shadowing me, he cups my ass like a bowl and offers Rax a drink. Silver loop fangs flash from the sides of Rax’s mouth, and he dives in like it’s opening day at the beach.

No. I want Toombs there. Not Rax. I—

Oh…
God.

Rax’s tongue parts my pussy lips and eases inside. Slow. So damn slow. Toombs looks down at me. My mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water gasping for breath. Why do I feel like I’m drowning in wrong? Because I’m staring into Toombs’s eyes, wishing it were him eating me out rather than his best friend, that’s why.

The flick of Rax’s tongue over my pierced hood coaxes a sharp inhale from me. A hiss through my bared teeth follows. My voice box has gone on strike. So, I beg Toombs with my eyes:
Please rescue me from this guilty pleasure. Carry me away from here to someplace where it’s just you and me and a set of drums to beat between us.

No luck. The exquisite torture continues, and Toombs does nothing to intervene. I can’t tell if he’s enjoying watching me get off or if he’s thoroughly disgusted. Despite my head’s desperate attempt not to enjoy Rax’s gifts, I’m set to blow.

“Please stop,” I whisper. I rake my fingers through Rax’s luxurious hair, urging his mouth harder against my clit. My hips thrust eagerly.
More. God, please, more.

The vibrations from his laughter only add to the sensory overload about to reach orgasmic proportions.

What am I doing? My mind swims. I’m falling. My blood rushes. Then…

Rescue.

With feather-soft, upside-down kisses, Toombs quiets each gasp Rax’s sin-inducing, forked tongue elicits from me. Toombs uses only his lips to kiss me—no tongue or teeth. Not suggestive or rough, just tiny, warm assurances that it’ll be okay. That he’s with me. That he won’t let anything bad happen.

“Toombs…” The word comes out as more air than meaning. My arms cling to him like iron to an electromagnet. I hold on for dear life as Rax throws me overboard with the final thrust of his tongue. Toombs fully commits to saving me and jumps in with sweet caresses to my cheeks. His lips support me with the strength of a lion.

“Oh God. Oh
fuck
…” I mumble against him as I mount the pinnacle and relinquish control to Toombs’s—not Rax’s—capable mouth. Flailing in a pitiful attempt to hold on to him, I dig my heels hard into the bed, grinding my flooded pussy into Rax’s face. I want to smother him with it. To drown him in the ocean of lust he created.

Rax slurps loudly, pulls away, and slaps my thigh. “Fuck yeah!” he yells, then flops onto his back like a felled tree. “God
damn
, that is some sweet motherfucking pussy.”

Toombs lets go of me too, and I’m alone.

I’m wrecked. My pulse hammers in my veins. Heat floods every crevice. Sweat dots my skin. I’m dizzy from the combination of alcohol, near-hyperventilation, and the rush of the hottest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I dare not look at Toombs for fear of the disappointment I’ll see in his eyes.

The bed groans beside me as he gets up. Pushing my hair out of my face and trying to collect my breath, I raise up to my elbows. Toombs paces the room, avoiding me.

Yep. He’s disgusted. I look down at myself. I’m kinda disgusted too. I grab the covers, toss them over my naked body, and sink into the mattress with a hand over my eyes.

Shit. I knew I shouldn’t have done this. I’ve ruined everything, and we didn’t even get to penetration.

“What’s wrong, Jinxie?” Heat and a sudden tug on my nipple stud startle me. Rax is back at it, tonguing the metal.

I push him off. “Don’t call me that.”

Outside, lightning zippers open the curtain of night with a blinding white gash.

Toombs growls from the other side of the bed, his hungry eyes targeted on me, his dick pointed at me accusingly. The sweet, tender man who kissed me through my orgasm has left the building. All that remains is a caged, horny beast.

The metal ball protruding through the head of his dick calls to me. I lick my lips, the shame from a few moments ago already forgotten.

A blast of thunder rattles the windows and walls.

I’ve already gotten my jollies. Now it’s Toombs’s turn. I don’t give a shit about Rax.

I beckon to Toombs. He hesitates. Looks to Rax for guidance. Or maybe permission. I don’t like the dynamic between them. Rax is an overbearing, selfish control freak. Why should Toombs have to ask whom he can have sex with?

Adamant, I wave Toombs over. “Come here.”

Without moving a muscle, he balances his gaze between Rax and me.

“If you wanna suck a cock, have mine. Toombs isn’t into it.” Rax sits up and shakes his dick at me threateningly.

“I’ll suck whoever’s…
cock
I want.” Just saying that word makes me cringe. Especially with Rax holding me at gunpoint with his.

“As long as it belongs to Rax, you sure will.” Rax crawls over and tears the duvet off me.

I sit up straight and meet him eye to eye, close enough to kiss. “Forget it.” My upper lip curls. I’m sick of him bossing everyone around. Screw that.

We engage in a hardcore staring contest for the longest fifteen seconds of my life. I’m about to concede defeat when he turns his head to the side. “If you won’t suck it, Toombs will.”