Ruined(6)

“You sure about this?” Jett asks, bringing his attention back to me, his turquoise eyes now wild and alight.

“Yes,” I answer confidently.

“You know once we start, there’s no stopping.” Jett wraps one of his hands around mine, bringing my frosting covered finger to his lips. “Are you ready for that?”

I swallow thickly, staring directly into Jett’s eyes. I nod¸ the heat coming on faster than I anticipated.

“You’re blushing, sweet thing.” Jett slips my finger into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the tip. My knees go weak. “Answer me, Ellie,” Jett urges. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “I know exactly who I belong to.”

Jett smirks fiendishly. “After tonight, you may reconsider that.”

“Don’t make me kill you.” Kayne’s voice cuts through the sexual tension smothering the room. I glance over to see him and London on the other side of the breakfast bar and wonder idly how long they’ve been standing there. “I don’t feel like looking for a new best friend.”

“In situations like these, you know I have no control over the outcome,” Jett taunts him.

They share a silent exchange before Jett asks outright, “Are you okay with this?”

Kayne sighs, relenting, “What my kitten wants, she gets.”

“And your kitten wants me?” Jett responds, gratified, almost triumphant.

“I want both of you,” I clarify.

“Then both of us you shall have.” With that, he swiftly scoops me up and throws me over his shoulder.

I squeal instinctively.

Jett makes it upstairs in record time, Kayne and London hot on his heels. Once in the master bedroom, he tosses me onto the bed. “Stay,” he orders as Kayne pins me with a heated stare.

I glance over at London, worried and disheveled on the bed. She communicates silently, you asked for this, be prepared. She did warn me numerous times that taking on Kayne and Jett is like trying to tame two wild animals. But the warning always excited me more than scared me. Except now, about to be in the thick of it, I wonder if I’m biting off more than I can chew.

I guess I’ll soon find out.

“London, undress Ellie.” The command comes swiftly from Jett, like a hard slap. She moves quickly, pulling my jean skirt down. She then pulls me up and rips off my tank top. In five seconds flat, I’m naked in front of the three of them.

“Thank you,” Jett kisses her promptly on the cheek as she steps back between the four starving eyes raking over my bare body.

“Up.” Jett crooks a finger at me.

I crawl to the edge of the bed and sit on my knees. I’m suddenly shaking. Tonight is going to be completely different. Different than any other time the four of us have shared. There are no boundaries tonight, no invisible line forbidden to cross. No more imagining . . . only experiencing. I steal a look at Kayne. He’s cool and collected on the outside, but I wonder what he’s feeling on the inside. His majestic blue gaze gives nothing away except fanatical lust.

“Be a good kitten and sit still,” Jett instructs as he reaches over and grabs my collar, which is peeking out from under our pillows. Kayne likes to keep it chained to the vining iron headboard, right along with me. Jett fastens the white leather around my neck as I regard him curiously. He’s never referred to me as kitten before, directly or indirectly. Kayne is the only one who has ever used my pet name. It feels strange and completely unlawful. But that is the whole point of tonight, breaking the rules of attraction. Jett smirks as if registering my silent thought. Once finished with my collar, he slides his hand into my hair and yanks firmly, tipping my face up. “Kayne may own you,” he murmurs, his warm breath tickling the shell of my ear, “but a little piece of you has always belonged to me.”

I sit like a statue processing his bold statement, agreeing with him beyond reason. Jett always has been an exotic spice in mine and Kayne’s mix. “Tonight, you’re our pet,” he announces, jerking on my chain. The word our is not lost on me; it refers to all three people in this room. “I want to watch you pleasure my little bird, and if she isn’t satisfied, you’re going to get punished.” Jett’s lips curve up as mine turn down. He’s never threatened to punish me before. I look at Kayne. He just shrugs a shoulder, as if agreeing with Jett. This is an odd, new dynamic. I don’t know what I was expecting going into this, but being a shared pet with the threat of punishment definitely wasn’t it.

“How do you answer, kitten?” Kayne’s voice is hard, rough, dusted with desire.

“Yes, Jett,” I answer obediently.

“Good girl.” There’s an air about Jett that I’ve never experienced before. It’s commanding and authoritative, but not like the Jett I know. This person in front of me is someone else completely; this person is a huntsman, a skilled, cunning individual who appreciates the chase as much as the kill. I see it reflecting in his turquoise eyes. Eyes that have only shown flickers of the man who lurks beneath the surface.

London crawls onto the bed and kneels right in front of me. Even she is different tonight. There is not a blip of submissive energy radiating from her. Tonight, she’s an equal to Kayne and Jett. It’s sexy and intimidating all at the same time. She stares at my mouth, knowing full well what it’s capable of, and eager for me to put it to good use.

“Undress me, kitten.” Being called by my pet name by others sends a chill right down my spine. I never knew it could affect me in such a way, making me feel totally bound while at the same time so completely free.

I grab the hem of her loose fitting sundress and run my fingers along her skin as I pull it up. She’s not wearing anything underneath, except a skimpy, bright orange thong. Once off, she tugs on my collar, bringing our faces close together. She’s controlling the show, kissing me how she wants and where she wants. My lips, my cheeks, my neck, moving down until she reaches my breasts, biting and licking my nipples while Kayne and Jett watch fixated.

“I want your tongue all over me,” London hisses in my ear, as she leans backward, pulling me along with a firm grip on my collar. She lies on her back, situating me directly on top of her. With an iron-clad grasp, she leads my face to her neck. Like instructed, I begin to lick. I run my tongue over her collarbone, down the center of her chest, until I reach her naked breasts, I tease each nipple with a slash of my tongue and suck hard, nipping her the way she did to me not moments ago. She moans audibly as she yanks on my collar, drawing me further down her body. She wants my mouth on her pussy; there’s no disputing it. London is always greedy when it comes to me. She likes me one place, and that’s with my head right between her thighs. I yank off her panties, nearly ripping them from excitement. Just as I take my first lick of her slit, I feel the bed dip both in front of me and behind me. My defenses instantly fly up. Shit’s about to get real. I flick my eyes up to see Jett in front of me, leaning over London’s outstretched body and feel Kayne’s hands caressing the small of my back.

“Don’t stop,” Jett instructs as he presses his lips to London’s arched chest. I keep up a fluid rhythm with my tongue as he moves down her body, following the same path I took seconds ago. I watch engrossed as he pulls each of her nipples into his mouth, stretching skin then moving down to her torso. He never takes his sharp turquoise stare off me as he comes closer, closer until his mouth is a breath away from mine. London squirms and moans beneath us, as I continually skim over her clit. Then it happens, Jett lashes out his tongue, simultaneously French kissing us both. The contact sends a heat wave through my whole body, blowing the doors of exhilaration wide open, desire and want running rampant through my entire nervous system.

London expels a low, throaty moan as the two of us begin to pleasure her, dueling tongues brushing over her fiery flesh and against each other. It’s impossible not to lose myself at the moment, not to let the arousal take over and become my ruler. All at once, London rushes to her peak, Jett grabs a fistful of my hair, and Kayne sinks a finger into my entrance. With a controlling grip, Jett secures my face against London’s pussy as Kayne smears my wetness up away from my folds, and teases the tight ring of muscle over and over with his thumb.

“Make her come, Ellie,” Jett demands between licks, his long flat tongue lapping up my saliva and the juices of London’s excitement. Subdued in place, I suck and circle and stab at London’s pussy as Kayne penetrates both my holes, priming and stretching, driving me completely insane.

“Oh, god!” London squirms like a fish. “I’m going to come! I’m going to come!” she exclaims in distress. “Fuck, you’re both going to make me come!” She rocks her pussy against my face as a sudden rush of heat saturates my lips.

“Lick it up, Ellie. Suck up every single drop.” Jett’s voice is stern, commanding. His hold on my hair unyielding as I do as I’m told, consuming every droplet of desire that’s threatening to drown me. Once her tremors subside and she’s moaning languidly, Jett jerks my head up and smothers me with a kiss, his tongue aggressively claiming my mouth, the urgency nearly stealing my breath away.