Jamie's Revenge (14 page)

“The question is what, oh what, should I do with it now?”

Oh, sweet mother of God.
He hoped she was thinking what he was thinking by licking that little tongue down his chest. If he’d had the ability, he’d have forced her mouth to where he ached for her kiss, but Jamie had torment on her mind. That became obvious when she nibbled down on his nipple, making him flex under the lash of pleasure.

Another giggle only added to the mind numbing apprehension setting in his mind. “I see you’re sensitive here, too.”

Another nibble and Caelen began trying to gnaw through his gag. Fueled by the wicked teasing of her mouth, he fought her every delicious inch of the way as she slowly dipped further and further over the trembling, tense ripples of his stomach muscles to the flat plain that lead her right to where his cock strained as it waited impatiently.

Oh, please…oh, please…
He’d give just about anything if she’d just…
oh, shit!
Caelen arched clean off the bed as burst of wild fire flew out of his balls. With no warning, she took him right to back of her throat. Tight, wet,
heaven
, she sucked him right up to the pearly gates, making him writhe like a person possessed every frenzied stroke of the way.

Just inches from the most powerful release of his life and she left him cold and bobbing in the wind.
Fucking…NO!
Caelen went crazy. He couldn’t take it. Being bound, having no control, nothing in his life had ever burned so badly. As he cut and rubbed his skin raw against her binds, he swore she’d pay.

Jamie would pay like no other.

* * * *

Jamie leaned back and watched Caelen with a wary eye. She might have pulled off the smoothest move of her life, but it hadn’t been near a sure thing. Now as he went wild, she tensed with anticipation of the rope breaking at any second. It stayed strong and true to the youth she’d picked it for, holding down the berserk cowboy so well he didn’t even have room to shift the mattress hard enough to wake the other slumbering giant.

Way on the other side of the mattress, Brodie slept so much like the dead, she kind of had to wonder. Especially given the fit Caelen threw. Boy, oh boy, was she in trouble now. Jamie kind of wondered just what kind of punishment this night would earn her in Caelen’s wicked mind. Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be any less severe even if she showed mercy now.

Laying a hand right over his cock, she brought him to a perfect, tense still. Much bigger than the two inches she’d constantly accused them of being, Jamie marveled at the size of the beast in her hand. Heated velvet, that’s what he felt like as she stroked him, soothing him back into acceptance of his position.

There was a special move her bigger breasted girls did with smaller clients that Jamie had intended to try out on Caelen, but he didn’t qualify as small, and she really didn’t have that big of breasts. Giving his dick a firm squeeze, she marveled that such a simple move could cause him to groan and flex in harsh reaction. The dick in her grip pulsed back against her fingers, as if daring her to do it again.

The move might not work, but the cock in her hands fairly begged for her try. Besides, with Caelen blindfolded, she wouldn’t have to worry about looking awkward. It certainly felt that way and not the least bit romantic to try and lever herself into position. Romance be damned, she much preferred the spirally tingles of lust.

That’s just what the brush of stiff dick against the side of her breast sent dancing down her spine. From her nipple outward, her breast tightened painfully, beginning to throb as it demanded attention. Attention Jamie willingly gave them.

Cupping them from the bottom, she twirled her fingers teasingly over her nipples making herself shiver with giggles. It felt good, better than normal. Even as she goaded the sparkling sensations into a single, pulsating need, she drove that feeling through her captive cowboy.

With each pass of her fingers over her nipples, Jamie stroked the sides of breasts down over the burning length of cock trapped between them. Caelen was stretched as taut as a clothes line in a storm. Vibrating with need, ragged pants escaped around his gag.

They pitched into smothered noises as her chin tucked into her neck and her mouth dipped down over the blood-swollen head of his cock. Curling her lips right around the ridge of massive head, Jamie sucked on it like a chunk of ice on a hot summer’s day. He almost threw her off, he bucked so hard.

Oh, yeah. That’s how it’s done.

* * * *

The whiny, guttural sounds of an animal in pain slowly distinguished themselves from the hum of Brodie’s dreams. Growing more crisp and precise as they roused him to awareness, Brodie smacked his lips and tried to roll away from the annoyance.

Caught on something, he stayed pinned into place. That, more than anything, finally had him abandoning his sweet dreams of Jamie to crack an eye open in annoyance. Fuzzy shadows wavered in his sleepy sight, slowly slinking back into crisp lines until he finally made out his twin’s…
face?

Brodie blinked and focused. It was Caelen, but his features were distorted by the thick fold of a bandana strung around his eyes. Another bit into his lips, gagging the sounds that tore from his clenched and sweating throat. Like a creature in pain, every one of Caelen’s muscles vibrated with flushed tension.

Slick with exertion that spoke to Caelen’s suffering, Brodie just couldn’t comprehend what his gaze took in as he tracked down the soft sucking sound that murmured beneath Caelen’s muffled groans. Shock didn’t even begin to describe what bulged his eyes wide as they landed on the woman molesting his brother.

“
Jamie?
”

Her head popped up, those dark eyes shining in the night as her mouth slid into a wicked grin. Slow and pointed, in a silent threat of things to come, her tongue slipped out to lick the sheen clean from her lips.

The very challenge of that gesture had him growling and flexing up with every intention of showing her just what he did to little girls. That thought clipped right out under the blinding flash of rage that hit the second his wrist bit into the ropes.

“
What the fuck?”

In an all out rampage, Brodie twisted, bucked, cussed, and tried just about everything he knew to break the binds if not the bed. He met resistance, not from Jamie, but from Caelen. Tied to him with the same stretch of rope, every time he pulled, Caelen yanked back, each warring to release the pressure on their wrists.

It didn’t matter that it hurt. It didn’t matter that the battle proved quickly to be pointless. Nothing mattered but what he intended to do her once he got free. It wasn’t pretty, and it wouldn’t be kind, but he would have his revenge for this. Not soothing, the idea calmed him into falling still.

All the possibilities glimmered in his mind. With this act, Jamie had declared open warfare. He wouldn’t have to worry about pushing her too hard or going too far over the line because she’d taken the fight there. Brodie couldn’t help but notice that she hadn’t come here yet.

It made a small savage slice of victory curl through his system. Maybe the little darling had finally realized how badly this game ended for her. Given how little hope he had for this moment, Brodie savored the idea. Rolling his head to the side, in search of the worry on her face, Brodie intended to make it worse with a few well-deserved threats.

He didn’t find her worried. Stretched over his brother like a cat, her sleek, nude body gleamed in the moonlight, making her more goddess than woman. That made Caelen her mortal slave. He certainly looked like one, trembling beneath her as she held him on the razor’s edge of ecstasy.

The gentle slide of her thigh had smooth sensual motions that spoke volumes of the torment Caelen’s dick received beneath its velvety caress. As if making his twin’s balls go blue weren’t bad enough, Jamie had curled herself around the side of his chest. Propped up on an elbow, she watched Brodie, even as her fingers negligently teased one of Caelen’s nipples.

The girl had evil in her eyes and on her lips as she leaned down to whisper in Caelen’s ear. Brodie couldn’t hear her, but from the way Caelen tensed, he knew Jamie had something coming his way. Given what she’d already proved herself capable of, that should have had his dick pulsing thicker than it had been for the last four days.

Hell, Brodie would have never believed he could go soft as he watched Jamie crawl naked toward him. That was a dream he’d long fantasized seeing. Those full tits hanging down, brushing their puckered tips over his chest as she mounted him. Just the feel of those little chocolate curls parting back to press a thick, creamy pussy kiss into his stomach should have had him ready to explode.

It didn’t because he couldn’t get over the binds. If they hadn’t been in his way…his dick pulsed eagerly back to life.
Oh, yeah. When they’re not in the way…

“What’s wrong, Brodie?” Jamie raised a brow. “No threats to make?”

Knelt over his chest, there wasn’t any secret of hers he couldn’t see. “You gonna have to shave that pussy, darlin’. It better be smooth the next time I see it or I’ll handle the matter myself.”

That had the smug seeping from her smile as her gaze narrowed. “You don’t have to worry about that, Brodie, ‘cause this is going to be the last time you see it…or feel it.”

Sliding her hips down, she dragged that weeping cunt right down his stomach to drench his cock in a smothering kiss.
That did it.
Brodie grunted and clenched hard as she started to hump herself against his length.

Fighting her every inch of the way in an attempt to deny her this victory, his dick didn’t really care what his pride had to say. It just liked being kissed, and he just hated hearing that smug giggle.

“I guess you don’t really care about a little hair after all.”

“You listen, and you listen good, Jamie Traynor. When I get out of these ropes—”

“What?” She came to a perfect stop with the small clenched opening of her sheath pressing right down over the heated curve of his cock head, taunting him with just a little press before sucking in a breath and withdrawing. “You gonna spank me again, cowboy?”

She’d stolen his voice with that move and the wench did it again. Laughing at him as he gave over a grunt right along with a flex of his hips upward, she pulled her sweet pussy free when he tried to claim what was his.

“I don’t think so, Brodie. I might have come for dick, but I didn’t come for yours.”

She pulled herself back to her knees, spreading her legs a little wider so she could grind against him, angling her hips to assure the little pebbled bud of her clit got the full length rub, Brodie could see the delicate muscle of her neck clench. Jamie wasn’t half as in control as she appeared.

She’s in heat.
In full-on heat and she probably had it worse than either him or his brother. That was just the weakness he could use to get her to do just what he wanted. Jamie might have physical control, but that didn’t mean she had total control.

Flattening her hands on his chest, Jamie appeared to have completely forgotten him as she worked herself into a fevered pitch. Eyes closed, head straining back, she was the perfect picture of seduction. The harder she pumped, the more she began to slump slightly forward on her weakening arms.

As they trembled and bowed out, they lowered down the sweet fruit of her breasts until all he had to do was strain painfully forward to capture one. Like a puppet in his hands, she collapsed downward, offering him all of her tempting flesh to taste. Without his hand, Brodie couldn’t do his best work.

What he had was pure feral hunger that he unleashed in a torrent over her tender tits, making her mew and lift her hands to position her own breasts for his feasting. Capturing her nipple in the sharp grip of his teeth he twirled it over and over again with his tongue, delighting at the way her hips escalated into a panicked motion of need.

Letting her breast pop free, Brodie growled out his first command. “Give me that pussy, and I’ll give you the kiss you really need.”

Instead of whimpering into obedience as he’d anticipated, Jamie’s arms snapped her right back up. For as lust fogged as her gaze remained, the curve on her lips had his balls sweating.
 
He’d underestimated her. His gut clenched with the certainty he’d be paying for that mistake.

How much caught him the moment she slunk downward. Mesmerized by graceful motion, his breath caught as her legs slid over his thighs. Rising up over his fully-loaded cock, her gaze dipped down for just a second before snapping back up to his.

The corner of her lip kicked up in a wicked curl as her tongue peaked out in a teasing lick of things to come. This had to be a dream, a really erotic nightmare, because his Jamie…his Jamie didn’t know those moves, because he hadn’t taught them to her yet.

“Oh,
shit!
”

He couldn’t hold that roar back as every single one of his muscles contracted under the impact of that first, flaming lick and she took it all the way to his balls. Before he could even recover the ragged breath he lost, those sweet lips opened up over his tender sack and sucked.

Then it was on. That wicked tongue went everywhere, that tight little mouth suckled him in the most delicious ways, working over his cock, teasing his head and then straight back to his balls. Relentless in her pursuit to drive him absolutely mad, Jamie used her hands like weapons.