Under My Skin (Skin Deep)

by Stone, J. M.

  “Do you have your iPod back here?” Brandon asked me softly. I nodded silently and pointed to where it was resting on it’s dock. He moved away from the bed and grabbed it, turning it on and thumbing through my playlists. I saw him raise an eyebrow at me before he smiled, replaced it onto the dock and hit play. He turned up the volume enough to fill the room, but not so loud that it would disturb Chloe in the other room.

  I grinned back at him when I heard the strains of Delilah’s Go begin. I knew that he’d found my playlist I’d jokingly titled ‘sexy-time’. My smile faded as he crooked his finger at me, his face dark with lust and something else. That something else had me a little nervous, but mostly intrigued. I could tell that things were going to go a little differently tonight.

  I moved to stand in front of him and heard the bed shift behind me, signaling that Jackson was no longer lounging there. I saw Brandon glance over my shoulder at him and nod. I swallowed as I felt the heat of Jackson’s chest against my back before something soft dropped over my eyes. I felt him carefully tie whatever it was at the back of my head, no too tight, but tight enough that I was completely blindfolded. I could feel my breath coming faster and my heart felt like it would pound out of my chest.

  I felt the soft, fleeting touch of lips against the curve of my shoulder where it met my neck and gasped, shivering when the feel of fingertips traced my spine before dipping into the cleft at the base of it. I moaned loudly, unable to help it, when lips closed over my nipple, nipping and sucking roughly. All of a sudden I was alone, all traces of their touch gone. I whimpered in my throat and heard a whispered, ‘shhhh, baby its okay’ somewhere to the side of me. Turning my head toward the voice, I strained to listen, wanting to hear some clue as to what would happen next.

  I got my answer when fingers traced down my arms, pulling my hands together and clasping them in front of my body before something silky began winding around my wrists, effectively binding them together tightly. Dark desire, shot with a fine edge of trepidation, curled low in my belly and I felt the soft flesh between my thighs grow even wetter than it had been, wetter than I think I’d ever been before. I jumped slightly when a hand touched the inside of my thigh lightly, moving upward. I could feel my cheeks heat as I felt trails of wetness beneath the hand stroking me.

  “Mmmm…” I heard Jackson say in a low voice. “Dripping wet, baby. So wet it’s running down your thighs…” he broke off on a groan when I hissed as his fingers brushed against the swollen, heated folds nestled at the juncture of my thighs, my hips jerking forward instinctively, seeking out his touch.

  I let out a small squeak when a hand roughly slapped me on my ass and Brandon growled, “No.”

  I could feel my muscles tighten and a shudder wracked my body at the tone of his voice. He sounded dangerous and wild and I wanted to see him like that, because he was showing me a side that he had hinted at but never shown. I felt Jackson drop his hand from my leg and then a hand slowly slid up my chest, between my breasts, and closed gently around my throat. I felt my breath coming even faster and swallowed against the slight pressure. I wasn’t scared; I trusted them beyond anything or anyone, and I knew they’d never hurt me. At least not in a bad way…

  Hot breath tickled my ear and Jackson’s voice whispered deeply, “We’re gonna take you higher than you’ve ever been, baby.” In the silence that followed, I vaguely registered the song changing and Gorilla by Bruno Mars began playing.

  I gasped as the hand around my throat shifted and a thumb slid up over my jaw and pressed against my lips before sliding inside. I closed my lips around it and sucked hard, reveling in the harsh growl that burst forth from Jackson’s mouth which was still hovering by my ear.

  In a heartbeat they were gone again but then I was being lifted and laid gently on the bed. I felt two pairs of hands maneuvering me until I was lying diagonally across the bottom corner of the bed. In that position, my head hung off the edge of the bed, and my legs hung off the other side so that I was supported by the mattress from shoulder to hip. It would have been uncomfortable if they’d let my legs dangle, but one of them held them up, spreading them widely and standing between them. I wrapped them around his waist, humming in appreciation when the hot, hard length of him nestled between the silky, wet lips of my sex.

  When he thrust against me I gasped again, then moaned as the hot hardness of who I determined to be Brandon thrust between my lips, feeding the length of himself into my mouth deeply before pulling back immediately. I knew that he was afraid of overwhelming me or choking me and I struggled against the binding on my hands, wanting to pull him into me again. At this angle, I knew that I could take him all the way in, especially since I didn’t have much of a gag reflex.

  I whimpered again before crying out. “Brandon, please!”

  I heard him chuckle before he pressed himself against my lips. I opened wide, flattening my tongue along the length of him as he slid in, slowly filling my mouth until I could feel the tip of him in the back of my throat. I swallowed convulsively around him, breathing through my nose deeply in order to fight against what little gag reflex I did have. I felt him twitch in my mouth and then he was sliding back out, pulling free of my mouth with a pop. I heard him murmur something and I cried out again as he started sliding into my mouth once more as Jackson thrust himself to the hilt inside me.

  They rode me, Jackson buried deep between my legs, Brandon deep in my mouth, maddeningly slow, keeping their thrusts in time with the music, pumping into me at the same time so that I was, in turn, filled so full and then left empty. Brandon had his hands fisted in my hair on either side of my head holding me still while he pulsed between my lips. Jackson pinched my nipples roughly, kneading my breasts with his hands while he thrust hot and heavy into the clenching tightness of me. I could hear myself whimpering and pleading with them to move faster because the pleasure was building and building, coursing through every inch of me but keeping me from falling over the edge.

  When the song changed again and Weeknd’s Wicked Games began playing, they both pulled away from me. I shook my head in denial at them, pleading for them not to stop. I cursed the blindfold because I wanted to see them, see what they were going to do next, but at the same time, I loved not knowing. I loved the game of figuring out which one was doing what, loved that I knew the differences in their bodies.

  They moved, a silent dance that I couldn’t see, shifting me around until I was braced on my knees, leaning forward on my forearms, hands still bound. More shifting and I felt weight settle between my wide-spread thighs before a tongue made a lazy sweep through my folds. Hands grasped my waist and pulled me up until I was sitting on a face, a tongue buried deep inside me, flicking and thrusting until I was grinding my hips down on that mouth, riding it with everything I had. I could feel my orgasm rushing up and flung myself headlong into it.

  I screamed in frustration as I was denied my release once more, those hands lifting me and that tongue ceasing it’s carnal dance along my most intimate flesh. I felt the bed dip in front of me and hands roughly grabbed me before a mouth crashed down on mine, thrusting a tongue between my lips and tangling with mine. I moaned as the scent and taste of Brandon swept me along, filling all my senses as he ate at my mouth, nipping, sucking, biting, and licking.

  He pulled away from me on a groan and then I was shifted again, lost in the quick movements as they positioned me. I ended up straddling Jackson while Brandon trailed his fingers through the wetness still seeping down my thighs and slid them up to the puckered flesh between my ass cheeks. He slicked them over and over that tight ring of muscle, preparing me to take him. I lost myself to the pleasure screaming through me with every touch of their hands on my body, floating away as they both worked themselves into me, Jackson deep inside my sex while Brandon buried himself in the tightness of my ass.

  They made love to me…fucked me…rode me…destroyed me until I was shuddering and gasping with the overwhelming ecstasy crashing over me as they brought me scr
eaming again and again and again before they finally let themselves go, jerking and swearing as they each came, spurting uncontrollably inside me as I spasmed around them once more.

  I felt like I was floating as I collapsed, boneless and breathless, and let the darkness claim me just as Knockin’ da boots by H-Town began playing.

  Chapter 12

  “Okay. Now, this is the Turtle Tool. Yes, it looks like a weird microphone or back massager, but let me tell ya-turn this baby on and touch it to your tiny little soldier and Bam! One orgasm, coming right up! Or more…but that’s all up to you. It has multiple speeds so you set the pace, just a little buzz or a whole hornet’s nest, you decide.” I smiled brightly around the room at the hodge-podge group of women scattered in a semi-circle before me.

  It’d actually been a few weeks since I’d done a party and I was finding it rather difficult to keep my mind on the task at hand, rather than that amazing night that I couldn’t stop thinking about. And don’t get me wrong, sex with the guys is always amazing but that night…wow. It’s been three days since they had knocked me out with the best sex of my life and I was still feeling it in my muscles. But, oh God, was it worth it. Even now, I had to fight back the smug smile that wanted to plaster itself over my face. Instead, I handed my Turtle Tool off to the first woman sitting beside where I was standing.

  She took it carefully like it was a snake about to strike, barely holding it between two fingers. Since it’s a little heavy for that, I grabbed for it as it started to fall. I held it out to her again and, trying to be patient (this was the fifth time this had happened) told her again, “This is only a demo. It has never been used by me or anyone else. I have it only to demonstrate it during parties so you can see the real thing, rather than a picture in a catalog. Pass it on when you’re done.”

  I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and while the women were passing the wand-like vibrator around, I discreetly palmed it to see who it was. It was a text from Brandon.

  Sold any anal beads or butt plugs yet? What about that virgin cream stuff?

  I shook my head and put my phone back in my pocket, not even bothering to respond to his off the wall questions. Apparently he had been snooping through the catalogs in my office. Looking back up I saw that the Turtle Tool was almost back around to me. I walked over to the last woman and waited while she looked it over, turned it on, held it against her hand, and then giggled before she handed it to me.

  I put it back in it’s container and set it back in the tub it came from. I grabbed the jelly-coated, egg-shaped bullet with the small finger-like protrusion at the top and turned back to the women. Holding it up, I started in on my spiel.

  “Alrighty then. This, ladies, is my best friend. One of them, anyway.” I paused to smile good naturedly at the laughter that always came with that line. “This is the Super Egg. It’s basically an over-sized, jelly-coated bullet. This little puppy can be inserted or used for outside stimulation. The little finger at the top here,” I pointed to it with one finger while holding it up in my other hand for them to see, “is for clitoral stimulation. When you turn it on, the whole egg vibrates because, like I said, it’s just a big ol’ bullet.”

  I turned the egg on and held it up again, stretching the cord out between the egg and the battery/power box. “It does have a cord, but it’s thin and not too long, not too short. Can you see the finger doing it’s thing?” I asked the ladies who were all watching, enraptured by the tiny, waving little finger. They nodded. I definitely had all of their attention.

  I passed it around when I was done talking about it, and so went the next hour. We’d already gone through the lotions, creams, paints, and all that shit earlier, so when I got back the last dildo I’d sent around (which happened to be Big Kirky’s ‘cousin’, a much more reasonably, though still large-sized jelly dong with a suction-cup bottom), I was ready to pack up and go home. Instead, I sat in the chair beside my display table and waited while the women all left the room to adjourn in the kitchen while they came back in, one by one to place their orders.

  Thankfully, I’d replenished most of my stock as far as the creams and things went. I had a few basic bullets and a couple of the more popular vibrators in stock, as well, so quite a few of the women went home with their complete orders in their discreet brown paper sacks. I’d gone back to using them instead of the sweet hot pink plastic shopping bags that had Down & Dirty scrawled across them because so many women were so embarrassed to be seen leaving with them. Yeah, I don’t get it either.

  Once everyone had ordered, I packed up my stuff, loaded up, and headed home. When I got there, Jackson was sprawled across the couch with the remote in his hand, watching TV. Brandon and Chloe were nowhere in sight.

  Jackson sat up and paused the show he was watching, smiling at me as I sat down beside him. He pulled me onto his lap and cuddled me close, kissing my lips softly. I smiled back at him and melted into his kiss again until we finally separated, both of us breathless.

  “Well hello to you, too!” I said.

  He chuckled and asked me how my party went. I hit him with some highlights before asking, “Where’s Brandon and Chloe?”

  He shrugged. “Chloe needed some things from the store and Brandon was headed into town to grab us some dinner, so she just rode with him to have him swing her by Walmart on the way.”

  I nodded, even as a green-eyed monster seemed to invade my body and settle in with a sneer. Damn female hormones!

  “You okay, baby?” Jackson asked me softly. His deep brown eyes gazed at me with concern.

  I pasted on a smile and kissed him gently before jumping up and asking him to help me unload my car. He got up with no hesitation and helped me unload every bit of my naughty things; he even scrambled to catch ‘Big Kirky’ when he tumbled out of the tub that I tote him around in for parties. Now that was a sight!

  After everything was unloaded and put away, we cuddled back up on the couch and started watching a movie. We did the whole ‘rock, paper, scissors’ thing to see who got to pick the movie. I won (for once) so I’d put in Identity Thief, which since Jackson likes it, didn’t faze him at all. We were almost all the way through the movie when Brandon and Chloe got back, walking in the door laughing, their arms laden with plastic bags.

  Brandon’s smile stretched into a grin when he saw me and Chloe was right behind him, smiling just as warmly. I smiled back, glad to see her smiling genuinely and feeling better. She looked so much better than the first time I saw her, but then again, some asshole had used her for a punching bag, so…

  They disappeared into the kitchen with the bags and I could hear them slamming around in there and then throughout the house, putting things away where they belong. When they were done, Brandon came and sat down on my other side, reaching for me and pulling me onto his lap. His lips met mine and I moaned softly when his tongue speared between them to tease and tangle with mine. We stayed that way for pretty much the rest of the night, cuddled up together on the couch and watching movies until I was yawning every two seconds and could hardly keep my eyes open.

  The next couple of weeks settled into a pattern. I’d actually taken Chloe into the store with me and had given her a job. I’d been looking into getting someone in there that could handle things if I wasn’t there. Usually the only other person that worked in my store was my mom. Working with me seemed to make her even happier, although I drew the line when she tried to pay me rent for staying with me. So she came to work with me every day, and every night, we all had dinner, hung out either at home or with Emma and Luke, and then went to bed where Brandon and Jackson proved time and time again, together and separately, how exceedingly talented they are in the bedroom.

  Brandon, Jackson, and I had had a chat about something sort of like that a couple days ago. Jackson’s house was almost done and ready to move in. He approached the subject with Brandon and let him know that he wanted the three of us to live there together. The master bedroom would be mine, but all three of us would sh
are it. They would each still get their own room, just somewhere to call their own and to get away to if they needed some space.

  As for Chloe, since she was planning on living here and not going back to California, I brought up the subject of letting her stay at my place. Emma had actually done that for her sister, Leah, and it worked out perfectly. I figured Chloe would enjoy having her own place, and, believe it or not, Leah and Chloe had met last week and were practically inseparable now. All they’d been talking about is the UFC thing that Calland had invited Leah to and somehow managed to score an extra ticket so Chloe could go, too.

  I’d been busy planning Emma’s bachelorette party, while fielding calls from Luke, who was trying to get details from me, not only about Emma’s party, but his own, too. He’d given in and Brandon and Calland were planning the whole thing. They’d managed to keep it secret so far, too, shockingly. I have to admit that I was pretty intrigued about it myself.

  Between Emma and the store, I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off, trying to get everything done at the store and last minute wedding things for Emma. I think we finally had everything ready to go and she was going to be an amazingly beautiful bride, especially because she had essentially had a weight lifted off of her shoulders.

  Creepy’s trial date had come and gone and, just as Emma wanted, he accepted a plea bargain prior to the hearing so she didn’t have to go through the trial. The photos and recorded statements they had of Emma right after the incident painted very graphic and damning picture; so much so that his attorney was bending over backwards trying avoid the trial to keep him away from a jury. He pled guilty to felonious assault with a deadly weapon, weapons under disability, kidnapping, and gross sexual imposition in exchange for them dropping the attempted murder charge.