by Livia Grant
Chase jumped in a bit too cheerily. "You didn't lose it. You left it upstairs in the bedroom." Had he stopped there, all would have been fine. He didn't stop. "Your dad called."
Jaxson shot him a look that could kill weaker men.
"You didn't answer it, did you?" She prompted Chase with alarm.
"Oh no. I didn't." Jax felt her body relax at the news Chase hadn't talk to her father. It was short lived. "But Jaxson did."
She twisted around in his arms, a shocked look on her face. "You didn't," she accused.
"I did." He boasted authoritatively as if he'd had every right to answer her phone. Meanwhile, the frosted flakes churned in his stomach, knowing he'd been a prick to put the woman he cared about in this position with her family.
"And?" He saw anger flashing in her eyes, which had his defenses flaring.
"He thinks you're coming home for a visit. He wants to meet us." He felt slimy, but he went on offense. "Can you tell me why this is the first Chase and I are hearing about you leaving for the weekend?"
She hedged. "Um... I forgot."
"Really? Is that the story you're gonna stick with?"
Guilt rolled off her in waves. "It's just that... well... fuck."
"Precisely. Fuck is right."
Courtney and Ryan were grinning as their roommate squirmed in Jaxson's arms, trying to escape his lap. He held her firm. "I think we should take this discussion upstairs, don't you young lady?" Despite his guilt for answering her phone, Emma's innocent wide eyes looking at him submissively had his cock filling under her wiggling ass. A curvy ass he had a sudden urge to see turn as pink as her blushing cheeks.
Richard piped in, almost breathless with excitement. "No need. I mean we can hear everything down here anyway in this old house."
Jaxson knew he was being a dick but he couldn't resist. He felt up her bottom through her jeans and she writhed in his arms, trying to scramble away. He swatted her ass several times in quick succession and she stopped her struggles. He scooped her into his arms and took off for the back stairs, throwing his reply over his shoulder.
"Oh stay tuned, Richard. If you thought we were loud before when we were having sex, just wait until you hear how loud our girl here is when I use my belt on this naughty bottom of hers. Come along Chase."
He heard the shocked gasp from Emma's roommates as he hustled them upstairs for some veiled privacy.
Chapter 13
Chase went ahead of them as they got to the final staircase. He opened the door, allowing Jaxson to sweep in with Emma still wriggling in his arms. He crossed to the bed and dropped her into the mess of unmade sheets and she tried to scramble away with a yelp. He caught her by the ankle, her summer sandal falling to the floor.
He pulled her body back towards him at the edge. The three of them hadn't spoke yet, but there was a shared heaviness in the silence. Gone was the carefree play of the last two weeks, replaced by an unexpected urgency as the outside world began to close in on them. Emma's family and her professor were forcing them to contemplate their future whether they wanted to or not.
Emma and Chase followed his lead, six hands moved in unison to peel off the first piece of clothing they came into contact with. Tension was still rolling off Emma and he knew exactly how to resolve it.
"Lay down in the middle of the bed, sweetheart. On your tummy."
"You aren't going to..."
"Don't worry about it. You're not in trouble. I'm gonna make you feel better."
She didn't look too sure, but she followed directions, stretching her hands submissively above her head to grasp onto the headboard rails as he'd taught her weeks before. On cue, Chase worked to secure her wrists in the waiting fur-lined restraints, ensuring their submissive would stay in place for whatever lay ahead.
"Chase, sit there at the head of the bed and massage Emma's shoulders and neck." While Chase followed directions, Jaxson massaged her lower back, dipping down to squeeze her rounded ass cheeks. She might not be a hard-core submissive, but he had spanked her enough to know it was exactly what she needed right this minute to get her mind off being put on probation.
He lifted his palm and brought it down sharply across her bare right globe. A surprised chirp filled the room followed by a soft moan he took as a sign to continue. The second and third slap came quickly, followed by a louder groan.
He looked at Chase. He saw understanding in his friend's eyes. Chase pressed Emma's shoulders down to keep her stationary as Jaxson started the spanking in earnest. Several dozen swats in, Jaxson stopped only long enough to push Emma's legs farther apart, angling her feet towards the corners of the bed and lifting her to her knees, exposing her wet pussy for his inspection.
Emma's whimpers turned to a soft cry. He was expecting it when she tried to pull free. She always panicked just before she finally turned herself over to the pain. That release was where he was driving her to today. She needed it. When she started jerking on her cuffs in hopes of reaching back to block her spanking, Chase stroked her hair and leaned in to whisper into her ear, telling her what a good girl she was and how proud he was of her.
His gentle words broke her emotional dam. Chase helped her lift her upper body from the bed just enough to slip under her, leaning his back against the headboard between her locked wrists so she was resting her upper body in his embrace. Jax gave her a moment of respite as Chase stroked her long brunette hair slowly... reverently.
The men's eyes met behind their submissive's back and the longing he saw etched on Chase's face surprised Jax. While he himself still fought to hold Chase and Emma at arm's length, it was clear Chase had torn down his own emotional wall, laying his raw passion on the line.
Jaxson felt an uncharacteristic moment of jealousy as he watched his lovers comfort each other with loving caresses and murmurs that sounded like promises of love. Warmth spread through Jaxson’s chest when Chase turned that look of love on him. His lover shone his sunshine persona on Jaxson and in that moment, he felt closer to Chase and Emma than he had with any other human beings in his life. The emotional intimacy should have alarmed him, but all he could honestly admit to was feeling relief.
Relief at finally finding home. Relief that he wouldn't have to be alone anymore. Relief that he could officially stop the bullshit of pretending to be happy about being an aloof asshole. Relief at realizing he had not one but two amazing people who wanted him to lead them to the next level of their complicated relationship.
He felt the need to mark the moment—to own his remarkable decision like a badge— to assert his rightful position in their unique trio. His eyes locked with Chase's normally jovial gaze, communicating the loving feelings he wasn't able to verbalize yet.
His hands fell to the belt of his jeans. With purpose he unbuckled the large silver clasp, slowly pulling the belt out of its loops. The swoosh of leather nipping the air as it flicked free brought a shiver to their naked submissive. Jaxson's intention to deliver lines of heat to the curvy woman's bottom would most likely seem barbaric to an unwelcome voyeur to their erotic scene, but the three occupants of the attic understood the pain helped make the pleasure more intense. It produced a cocktail of emotions they had all become addicted to.
Chase wiggled to take his own T-Shirt off and unbuckled his jeans, pushing them down just enough to expose his hardening cock.
"Take Chase in your mouth, Emma." Jaxson ordered.
She lunged down, her arms stretching out to reach. Only once her mouth and throat were full of man-meat did Jaxson apply the two-inch worn leather to stripe across the middle of her ass. Emma and Chase moaned in unison, the vibrations of her moan against his cock in her mouth, bringing him enhanced pleasure.
Jaxson delivered another stroke, aiming a bit lower and eliciting a louder reaction. Two more stripes followed in quick succession with Emma's ass rocking back and forth from front to back as if she were trying to get away from the sting.
He wasn't striking her hard. Would she still feel it later when she s
at down for dinner? Certainly. Would it be painful or merely a warm tingling glow that brought her pleasure? He was going for the latter. His fingers slipped between her legs to stroke the wetness pooling there, confirming he was giving her exactly what she needed.
Chase had closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Emma taking him in her mouth so Jaxson continued on, moving the belt lower across her tender sit-spot and down to her pale thighs. After a particularly hard connection, Jaxson noticed her shaved pussy lips contracting as if trying to squeeze an imaginary cock. It was time to feed her desire.
The belt hit the hardwood floor as he unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the ground. He was on the bed, on his knees behind her in seconds. She was devouring Chase's cock, bobbing up and down as she gagged herself again and again. Jaxson knew the signs and warned Chase, "Don't come. Not until we are all ready. We go together."
Agony and bliss filled the handsome model's face in equal measure as Emma continued to face-fuck herself on his tool. She seemed consumed with desire to the point of not realizing what was about to happen to her body. Jaxson pinned Chase with a stare as his cock thrust forward to bury himself in Emma's folds. All three of the lovers cried out with satisfaction as their bodies fit together like a puzzle.
He set a fast pace, urged on by the growing emotional connection he felt to the two people linked to him intimately. In an odd moment of clarity, Jax acknowledged his goal for his month off had changed. He was no longer trying to work Emma out of his system. He was no longer just playing with Chase to experiment or even piss off his father.
This was real. This was right. As he roared his climax, he buried himself as deep as her body would allow. Emma squeezed his tool like a vise as her own orgasm rocked her body. Jaxson opened his eyes just in time to watch Chase tip into his own pleasure, filling Emma's mouth with warm jizz.
Jaxson and Emma toppled over to the bed, suddenly exhausted. Chase unbuckled her wrists before settling himself next to them. The three lovers lay recovering, body parts tangled, skin damp from their exertion. The quiet moment was perfect so Emma's outburst surprised him.
"Don't think that amazing tryst made me forget how mad I am at you for answering my phone. I can't fucking believe you told my father we were dating."
"Hey, watch it little girl. That didn't sound very respectful." Jaxson squeezed the heavy breast he had been caressing before her outburst as added warning.
He didn't like it when she pushed herself away from him, disengaging enough to crawl over Chase and out of the bed. She stood looking down at him, her arms crossed, the most adorable defiance on her sex-flushed face. Under normal circumstances, he would enjoy spanking her into submission, but there was nothing normal about any of the heavy shit going on in their lives right now.
She only made it worse when she spoke, "I'll respect you when you have earned it. That was really shitty, Jax."
"Oh really, Em. It’s so awesome of you to hide us from your parents. To lie about going home this weekend because you're too ashamed to be seen with us in public."
She shouted her reply. "Oh really, Jaxson. Well, what's your excuse for refusing to answer Roberta's calls? Is it so you can avoid telling her about why you’re here in Wisconsin? I know it's because you're too embarrassed to admit you're playing with a curvy co-ed for a few weeks."
Jaxson was on his feet in a flash, gripping her biceps and shaking her as if to put some sense into her. "Listen, I know you're mad at me, but don't you dare try to compare my silence to yours. I'm trying to protect you from the bullshit that comes with being on her radar. I've never wanted to hide us."
Chase was on his feet, trying to wedge himself between them, the consummate peacekeeper. "Alright, everyone calm down. You are both right to be upset."
Jax and Emma both shot him daggers, but Chase continued on fearlessly. "Oh, stop. Emma, don't look so innocent. We would have gladly taken out a full-page ad to announce we were in town if you wanted us to. You are the one who has insisted on keeping our identity here secret. I don't give a shit about anyone else, but I'm hurt too that you don't trust us enough to tell your parents about how important we are to you."
For the first time in the argument she looked contrite and Jaxson was starting to feel vindicated until Chase turned his anger on his direction.
"And you, Jax, never should have answered her phone. That was an invasion of privacy. I'm as hurt as you are that she doesn't want to tell them about us, not because it hurts my ego, but I just know that if she can't tell them, then she'll never be brave enough to leave with us when it's time to go and that breaks my heart."
His words hit home. As always, Chase had his sexy finger on the emotional temperature of the moment.
Emma broke the uncomfortable silence with a whispered confession. "I'm sorry, but I just didn't want to tell them because I didn't want them feeling sorry for me after you guys leave me. It's going to be hard enough to move on with my roommates knowing and asking about you. And I didn't want our final weeks together to be full of sadness and stress."
The weight of Emma's looming sadness hit Jaxson in the gut. He hated the thought of hurting her. The sound of Roberta's ringtone filled the air. His eyes met Chase's. He could feel the pressure closing in on him. He was supposed to have all of the answers, yet everything and everyone important to him felt out of control. Rather than reaching for his phone, he bent to pull on a rumpled pair of jogging shorts and a University of Wisconsin T-shirt.
He was half way to the door when he let them know, "I'm going for a run." He had just put a ball cap and sunglasses on when he heard Emma's angry "What a hypocrite."
Jaxson dashed out of the room, leaving his still ringing cell phone behind. He only wished he could leave the pressing guilt of hurting the only people he cared about behind as easily.
Three miles later, Jaxson found himself standing in front of the College of Business building on campus. He was sweaty and out of breath after his long run. He wanted to be angry with Emma and Chase, but all he'd been able to sort out as he pressed his body hard was that he felt out of control and he hated it.
It had been years since he'd felt this out of control. It had been back when he was an undergrad at NYU when his father was running for US Senator that things had come to a head. It had been Chase even then who had shown him that he didn't have to play the role of victim when his father had tried to capitalize on Jaxson's growing fame as a top model. He had taken control then, and by God, he would get things back under control now.
And his first stop was to have a discussion with the head of Emma's department. No one would get away with hurting her on his watch.
The building directory in the lobby gave him the location of Professor Harold Kanowski, Dean of the College of Business. Jaxson stopped in a men’s room he passed just long enough to splash some cold water on his face and pat down the sweat he'd worked up while running.
It was late in the afternoon and Jax was relieved there were only a few students in the building between summer classes. He arrived at the closed door of the Dean's office, and knocked loudly. At first he thought the office must be empty, but then he heard a shuffling inside just before a gruff shout told him to go away. Jaxson's sixth sense told him to press his luck so he pounded on the door even louder the second time.
The professor's angry voice shouted, "I'm busy. Come back during office hours."
He was hoping he wouldn't regret it when he tested the doorknob, surprised to find the door unlocked. Jaxson took a deep breath and pushed the entry open.
The overhead lights in the office were off, but the hot afternoon sun shining through the second story blinds was more than bright enough for Jaxson to see the bobbing head in the overweight professor's lap behind the desk. The older man was distracted enough by the mouth slurping as it sucked his cock that he hadn't heard Jaxson open the door. Today was Jaxson's lucky day, although he suspected the professor's was about to go to shit.
"Well what have we here?" He cleared his
throat loudly. He suspected he had scared the person on their knees between the professor’s legs because the older man cried out in pain as if he'd been nicked by a tooth.
"Jesus Christ! I told you to come back..." His voice trailed off as his eyes met Jaxson's. Recognition registered just before he quickly pushed his rolling chair back, distancing himself from the hidden body behind his desk. The teacher fumbled to tuck his deflating cock back into his khakis.
Jaxson couldn't resist taunting him. "My apologies, professor. It seems I've interrupted something."
It wasn't until the person under the desk crawled out on their hands and knees and pushed to stand that Jaxson understood exactly what he'd disrupted.
"Well, well, well. This is a surprise, indeed. I wonder what Mrs. Kanowski would say about this development. Hello, young man." Jaxson grinned at the too-thin pimple-faced kid who had to be barely of age while the professor's face turned red with rage.
"Get the hell out of here, Tommy."
"But professor, you're still gonna change my grade, right? I mean you said only if I swallowed, but it's not my fault he came in here too soon."
"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. HERE!"
Jaxson had to step aside to let the now running student rush out the door, a look of sheer terror on his face. He closed the door quietly, before turning to square off with the asshole who had blackmailed his Emma. The elder stared back at him, defiance warring with fear.
"I wonder if there are any cameras in this office?" Jaxson taunted before continuing. "Boy, the story they could tell if there were." The professor remained stoic, letting Jaxson do all of the talking. "No, I'm guessing there aren't any camera's in here, are there, professor? You'd never want to risk pictures getting back to your wife."
"Don't try to blackmail me, young man."
"Oh, you mean like you did Emma just a few hours ago?"
"Her behavior was unacceptable. Emma is a student teacher here."