Jackson's Rise

by Tielle St Clare

  “Okay, well, I’m going to leave now. I’m going to the party because I don’t have two delicious men to fuck.”

  Jessie’s snappy farewell was enough to pull Dani back. Without releasing Jackson, who seemed intent on tasting every inch of her neck and shoulder, she looked at her friend.

  “G’night, Jessie. See you tomorrow. You did a great job tonight.”

  Jessie winked. “Have fun,” she mouthed more than spoke.

  Jackson scraped his teeth across her skin just at that moment. She moaned and smiled at her friend. “I will. Don’t worry.”

  Jackson kissed and licked his way back to her mouth. It would be so easy to just let him overwhelm her. The thin threadbare couch would work as a perfectly good horizontal surface but no, she wanted more than that. She wanted both her lovers tonight. Dragging her mouth away, she dragged in a breath and forced her legs to take a step back.

  “We should go. Find Reign.”

  Panic seemed to land momentarily on Jackson’s face. “Good idea.”

  She reached for the tie of her robe. A low, sexual growl erupted from his chest as if he sensed or smelled her body’s response. Unable to stop herself, she licked her lip then traced her tongue across his.

  “Why did you leave Reign outside? I thought he’d get a kick out of seeing the backstage world. Half-naked women traipsing around seems like his kind of thing.”

  “Normally, yes. Uh, he’s a little…stressed.”

  She could tell from Jackson’s emphasis on the word that Reign was a hell of a lot more than stressed. And even though her experience with this sort of thing was limited, she was pretty sure a stressed out Cat on the Vegas Strip was not a good idea.

  “How stressed? I mean, is he cranky or is he pissed?”

  Jackson flashed her a wicked smile. “Different kind of stress. I think the last five days of no sex have finally gotten to him.”

  “It’s only been five days,” she pointed out. “You’d think he could survive.”

  “The Cat’s constitution is a little different. They aren’t used to denying themselves something they want.”

  “Ah.” She strolled back to Jackson’s side, letting her hand wander up his chest. “What about you? It’s been that long for you.” Her own body had been vibrating with the need to come for days but it just didn’t seem right—to fuck when Reign couldn’t.

  “I’m about to come in my jeans just standing here.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and yanked her close, guiding his erection into the notch between her legs. “And as much as I’d love to bend you over that makeup counter and fuck you until your knees give out—” She shivered as her pussy responded to the sexual promise. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to leave Reign alone for too long. The doctor cleared him for sex this afternoon, so get dressed, baby, and let’s go home and get naked.” He punctuated the sentence with a sharp smack on her backside.

  She laughed and stepped back. “Well, if that’s what we’re going to do, maybe I should get started here.”

  She untied the silky robe and revealed the high full briefs that Jackson had tossed in her gym bag this afternoon before she left.

  With Jackson’s hot gaze tracking her movements, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She didn’t really mind wearing the granny panties. It actually made her feel sexy.

  But tonight, she wanted to be a little wicked—to push her men to the edge.

  She slid the slick briefs down her legs and dropped them back in her bag. A low growl from Jackson made her smile. Seemingly ignoring him, but in truth, concentrating on his reaction, she tugged her skirt off the hanger and eased it up, over her thighs. The waist band hung low on her hips, dipping belong her bellybutton.

  Deciding to go all out, she skipped her bra and tugged on the thin, cropped tank top, sighing as the material caressed her tight nipples. She smoothed her hands down her body, making sure the right amount of skin was showing.

  Done with her show, she finally looked up at Jackson. Heat came off his body in waves. His fingers twitched like he was considering reaching for her.

  “Ready to go?” she asked with as much innocence as she could muster.

  Jackson scoffed. “You’re playing with fire, baby.” She smiled and started toward the door. “And you’re going to be lucky if you don’t get fucked in the taxi on the drive home.”

  “Hmm, think so?”

  He laughed as he took the gym bag from her hand and put it over his shoulder. Dani brushed her fingers along his arm, wondering if he would take her hand. He reached up and intertwined their fingers. It was a simple caress but something about it seemed so powerful. A public acknowledgement that they were together. Not exactly part of a “normal” couple but they were bound together.

  As they reached the stage door, it opened and a breeze fluttered past her legs, tickling up under her skirt.

  She said good night to the guard at the door and stepped outside, expecting Reign to be waiting. She scanned the area quickly then looked in askance at Jackson.

  “There.” He lifted his chin to the shadow at the corner of the building.

  If Jackson hadn’t pointed him out, she wouldn’t have seen him. Her feet slowed, the instinctive reaction to approaching a predator. Reign stepped out of the shadow and Dani gasped. He looked almost feral. The strange tension of his body twisted his muscles until he looked like something inside him was trying to break free.

  “You’ll be fine. He won’t hurt you.” Jackson’s low comment eased her panic enough that she could make herself step forward.

  Reign came at her in a rush, grabbing her and carrying her against the wall. His hips pressed against hers, seeking and finding a space between her legs. Heat invaded her pussy and she gasped as he made a slow, hard thrust— as if he was trying to get inside her. Here. Now. The hard line of his cock teased her neglected clit, sending a shiver up inside her sex.

  Reign purred and buried his face in her neck, his lips, tongue and teeth moving across her skin. The edge of her skirt fluttered and she felt the warmth of Reign’s hand slide up her leg, lifting her thigh and curling it around his hip. She tried to care that they were in public, but it was difficult to concentrate as Reign’s steady purrs roared through her head.

  Two hundred pounds of hot sexual male surrounded her, wanting to consume her. She glanced to the side and saw Jackson watching them, his eyes heated, focused on the place where Reign’s cock pumped against her pussy.

  Reign’s hand continued its upward glide, cupping her ass, sliding down between the slit in her backside and stroking the open wet flesh of her pussy.

  She groaned and moved into the caress, wanting more. Needing more.

  Reign’s head snapped back and he stared down at her. Confusion, irritation, desire—the three emotions flickered through his eyes in rapid succession. The animalistic glaze to his stare cleared and Reign returned.

  “Where are the panties I saw Jackson put in your bag?”

  Myriad replies came to mind and Dani picked her favorite.

  “I had to take them off—” She blinked her eyes innocently. “They were wet.”

  Reign’s eyes flashed and she felt his cock rock against her, as if he couldn’t stop the movement. But then he straightened, putting two too many inches between their bodies.

  “Nice try, but I think the panties are a requirement.”

  His glower broke the seductive mood and she rolled her eyes upward.

  “Oh, God, not you too.”

  He ignored her and looked over at Jackson. “Did you know she was naked under this?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you let her out like this?”

  “It was a special occasion. It won’t happen again.”

  “Do you have them with you?”

  “The panties?”

  “Yeah, they’re in the bag.”

  Reign held out his hand and Dani yelped. She scanned the area to see who was watching.

  “You can’t be serious
.”

  But Jackson was already unzipping her gym bag and reaching inside. His fist appeared, the panties crunched in his fingers. He put them in Reign’s hand.

  Using his body to block what was happening, he stretched the elastic waistband, his eyes glittering with a wicked dominance that drenched Dani’s pussy.

  “See, kitten, that’s why you need to wear these. So no one but us knows that your pretty little cunt is wet and ready to be fucked.”

  Every nerve in her body seemed to trigger at once.

  “Now, come on. Let’s get you properly dressed.”

  “We’re on the street. The guard is staring at us.”

  “He can’t see anything. Jackson is blocking his view.” He bent down a little, holding the elastic leg open.

  She made a sound that was a mixture of a groan and a hiss, raised her right leg and slipped her foot, shoe and all, through the hole. She glared at Jackson and tried to stand as normally as possible as Reign opened the other leg and she stepped into it. Damn, she wanted to be irritated—she was irritated—but something about the situation was still making her pussy cream. Maybe it was the blatant possession and lust that shone in both men’s eyes.

  “There you go.” Reign’s voice was low as he straightened, pulling the underwear up her legs, his fingers created a fire trail across her skin. He paused when he reached the edge of her skirt and she saw both men position themselves around her, completely blocking her from anyone’s sight. A person on the outside might know something was happening but they wouldn’t be able to tell what.

  His hands continued to climb until he met the waistband of her skirt. He stopped, letting the elastic snap against her skin. Then as if to assure himself that she was “properly” covered, he ran his palm down her ass and around, sliding between her legs, cupping her pussy, his fingers tapping lightly.

  “Yeah, she’ll have these drenched by the time we get home.”

  Somehow her irritation had disappeared and the hunger had returned. Reign bent down and covered her lips with his, a gentle warning kiss—promising her that she wouldn’t be wearing the panties for long. When his mouth retreated, Jackson’s took its place. Yes, this is what she needed. Her lovers, both touching her, loving her.

  She groaned as he slid his tongue between her lips, deep into her mouth.

  “Let’s go, kids.” Reign’s interruption drew a growl from Jackson and Dani smiled. He’d been so cool and restrained tonight—a calming force—but she couldn’t forget that he was part animal as well. And it appeared both her lovers were showing their beast side tonight. “Down, boy,” Reign said. “There’s a bed and food just a taxi ride away.”

  The words seemed to be slow in penetrating but finally Jackson backed up.

  Dani ran her thumb along her lower lip. She could still taste both men. Familiar but so different. Both decadent in their own way.

  “You’re right. Let’s go.” She grabbed each man’s hand and started off, pulling them behind her. She had plans for these two. She led them around to the taxi stand and almost immediately a cab pulled up. Donnie, the bellman, smiled and reached for the back door as she approached.

  “I’d better sit up front,” she said. He nodded and opened the front passenger side door, helping her in. Jackson had warned about her getting fucked in the taxi home. If she sat in the back with those two, they’d have their hands on her, maybe even fingers inside her before the taxi had made it out of the hotel parking lot.

  And while that sounded like fun, she knew the boys were anticipating it.

  This would be a little punishment for putting the granny panties back on her.

  The cab shifted as the two big males climbed into the back. Dani smiled at the driver and gave him directions to her condo complex.

  Jackson and Reign remained silent behind her, steady, heaving until it became a physical presence in the car. She wasn’t going to be the one to break it.

  She flipped down the passenger visor, pleased to see there was a mirror. Using the task of checking her makeup as an excuse, she tipped the mirror so she could see the backseat.

  Jackson and Reign sat, staring benignly forward. Neither man looked at her and a small spiral of hurt built in her chest. They didn’t even care. They weren’t even going to tease her about distancing herself or warn her that it wouldn’t make any difference. The urge to pout rose up inside her. Childish, she knew but still…

  Jackson shifted, his shoulders rolling back as though he couldn’t get comfortable. He rested for a moment, then moved again.

  Dani’s mouth dropped open and she tilted mirror farther down. Drat, she couldn’t see. The muscles along Jackson’s jaw clenched and he took a sharp fast inhale. What the hell? She sat up taller, trying to see into the backseat but the cab’s front bench was too high.

  Jackson leaned back, dropping his head onto the rest behind his, staring up at the ceiling, his chest rising and falling in tight pants. She looked at Reign. His body was tilted toward Jackson but his eyes were trained forward, staring right at Dani through the reflection. His lips quirked up in a confident smile. Lust poured from his stare into her, sinking down, swelling in her pussy. She squirmed in her seat. Even without seeing, she knew Reign was touching Jackson, his hand rubbing that hard cock. Dani shivered. She could practically feel the caresses to her own flesh.

  Jackson closed his eyes and the muscles along his jaw rippled as he fought the pleasure.

  “That’s it,” Reign whispered.

  “Don’t make me come,” Jackson begged, their voices so quiet the cabbie couldn’t hear them.

  “I won’t,” he said, sliding his hand between Jackson’s legs and rubbing his balls. A low groan escaped Jackson’s throat and Reign couldn’t resist leaning in, putting his mouth next to Jackson’s ear. “Can you smell her? She’s wet and slick. Ready for you to fuck her.” Damn, he’d meant to just taunt Jackson a bit, to push at his control and tease Dani. Reign hadn’t expected it to make his dick hard enough to pound nails.

  He’d been hard, all night, all day. Since the doctor had approved him for sex, he’d been imagining the night. Dani. And Jackson.

  Hell, he’d been so horny after a week of not coming, Reign had almost fucked the nurse at his doctor’s office but something stopped him. Maybe it was the fact that Jackson would recognize a foreign scent on his body. Or maybe it was just the thought that fucking Dani and Jackson would be better than anything he could find with anyone else.

  Dani licked her lips and Reign’s grip tightened on Jackson’s cock.

  They’d be lucky if they got inside her house before she was penetrated by one or the both of them.

  “Stop, Reign. Please.”

  Reign almost ignored Jackson’s request. A desire he wasn’t sure he recognized swelled inside him. He wanted to be the one to make Jackson come. To make him punch his hips up, driving his cock into his fist.

  Yeah, he would make Jackson scream and then he’d fuck Dani. She was waiting for her Cat lover to mount her. Waiting to be fucked, hard and long. With a groan that had more to do with regret than pleasure, Reign pulled his hand back, letting his fingers trail away, slipping across Jackson’s hip.

  He wasn’t done with either of them. Not by a long shot.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Jackson dropped his head back on the seat, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in tight hard breaths. The tight line of his body grabbed Reign’s attention, wrapping the sensation around his dick like a fist, making it hard to remember they were in public. He cocked his head to right and saw Dani watching them. Her eyes flashed in the tiny reflection. Her mouth hung open, wet and ready to be filled. Even if she couldn’t see what was going on, she knew what had happened.

  Knew that Jackson had almost come with just the stroke of Reign’s hand.

  Fuck. He curled his fist and looked away, staring out the window. His body and his mind fought two different battles—wanting and needing, knowing that he shouldn’t but still craving, wanting the ha
rd feel of male flesh against his and hungering for the sweet scent of female pussy, wet seductive cunt that would hold him as he rode between her thighs.

  The scent of her pussy filled the cab until it consumed his every sense.

  He ignored time as it passed. His world turned from the cerebral experience to a purely sensual one—Dani’s scent, Jackson’s need, Reign’s own hunger. Even the touch of his clothes against his skin served to make him hard. The heat from Jackson’s body. The delicious perfume of Dani’s cunt. Yeah he was going to have them both.

  The cab pulled up in front of her building and Jackson tapped Reign on the arm, warning him that they’d arrived. The Cat came alive. His eyes popped open and he came erect, sitting upright, staring at Dani, his eyes barely tracking beyond her form.

  As the cab stopped, all three bodies waited—as if they were frozen.

  Dani blinked and looked up into mirror. Whatever had caught her attention still held it.

  Jackson reached into his wallet and pulled out the forty dollars, throwing it over the seat. The cabby grabbed it as if it was a lifeline. His hands shook as he reached into his pocket to get change. Curious at the man’s panic, Jackson glanced at Reign. His breathing continued in the hard shallow pants but it was the teeth that were probably freaking the man out. Reign’s lips were peeled back, his teeth long and sharp. Definitely not human.

  “Keep the change,” Jackson snapped. Now wasn’t the time to quibble about money. He needed to get Reign inside.

  Reign bounded out of the cab, climbing over Jackson to get out, as if he was a cat that had spotted an escape, slipping through its owner’s legs to find freedom.

  Reign didn’t go far. He stalked to Dani’s side, sniffing her neck, rubbing his jaw against her shoulder. His hand caught the back of Dani’s leg and lifted, easing her thigh around his waist. The soft sigh that escaped Dani’s lips reached Jackson and spurred him forward. It seemed like he was the only one thinking at the moment—which was something considering the way Reign had been rubbing his cock for most of the trip—and if he didn’t get them inside, they’d be fucking on the front grass of Dani’s condo complex in a few minutes. Reign rocked his hips forward, like he was trying to get inside her.