Cole pulls away from the kiss and before I can react, someone’s hands are lifting me up and tossing me on the bed.
I land hard, gripping onto the blanket as I wait for what’s to come next.
A small scream escapes my lips as hands unexpectedly grip my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed.
I suck in a small breath and arch my back as I feel soft lips trail kisses up my thigh, getting extremely close to my pussy.
I expect whoever it is to keep moving, but they don’t. It’s a second set of lips that make their way to where I need to be kissed the most.
“Oh god . . .” I grab onto my hair and pull as I feel a tongue slide between my folds, before my clit is sucked between warm lips.
I can’t tell at this point if it’s Cole or Jameson, but one things for sure; it feels fantastic and I want more.
The tongue between my legs works with confidence, making my entire body scream out for release, while a second tongue runs up my thigh, teasing me.
Double the pleasure is definitely better. Oh. My. God.
“I’m so close . . .” I moan out. “It feels . . . ahhh. Keeping going. Keep going . . .”
I yank hard at my hair, before slamming my arms down onto the bed and moaning as I come undone for two sets of perfect lips.
The only sound I’m aware of after that is my heavy breathing as I feel a body hover above mine, lowering my hand down to the top of their boxer briefs.
My hands shake, barely able to keep in control as I lower the fabric down the body, feeling a thick erection rub against my arm.
Since they’re so close in size and build it’s impossible to know who’s who right now.
Especially since they both decided not to wear their usual colognes. They planned this out. Every last detail to make sure to keep me guessing.
Hands grip my thighs, yanking them apart, before I hear what sounds like a condom wrapper.
I suck in a breath when I feel the head of a dick brush against my entrance, before slapping against my swollen clit.
“Ahhhh . . .” I grip the blanket and bite my bottom lip, sensations taking over me. Every single touch is intensified at the moment and I’m on the verge of going crazy.
A tongue swirls around my nipple, but it’s hard to tell if it’s from the person hovering above me or from the person beside the bed.
This is pure torture, trying to figure out who’s about to enter me.
The tongue swirling around my nipple stops to bite it, right when I feel the intrusion of someone entering me.
It’s thick and hard, making me cry out and dig my nails into the first thing I can touch.
As the body begins to move above me, taking me slow and deep, I get a feeling it’s Cole on top of me.
Something about the way he’s moving feels so familiar.
We’ve only had sex a few times, but I’ve paid very close attention to every last detail. Trust me on that.
He grips my thighs, digging his nails in as he leans in and kisses me, his pace quickening.
I know for sure now that it’s Cole. His kiss is unmistakable.
As I’m moaning into his mouth, enjoying the feel of him inside of me, I feel Jameson take my hand and move it over his erection.
It has my heart hammering in my chest, knowing I’m touching his cock, while Cole is inside of me.
I’ve never felt something so damn hot and erotic in my life.
Jameson’s hips begin to move, matching my movements and before I know it, Cole is pulling out of me and I feel the bed dip beside me as Jameson crawls in beside me.
Cole must me switching with him, because I no longer feel him next to me.
Strong hands grip my ass, pulling me across the bed to straddle a warm, firm body.
My heart is going crazy, knowing I’m about to finally have sex with Jameson. I’m about to feel him inside of me with his friend watching.
Holy fuck this is so dirty.
Tingles cover my body when I feel Jameson run his hands up my sides and arms as if he’s taking this moment to admire the sight of me on top of him.
I find myself wishing I could see his eyes right now, but then again, maybe it’s a good thing he can’t see mine. I have no idea what they’d give away.
There’s so many thoughts running through my head that I can’t make sense of any of them. All I know is I’m desperate to feel him inside of me.
He’s been torturing me for too long.
His hands slowly move back down my body again, landing on my hips, and before I can prepare myself, he’s lifting me up and slowly lowering me down onto him, his thickness stretching me, making me want to cry out.
Right as a small noise escapes me, he grabs the back of my neck, pulling me down hard, so he can bite my bottom lip and push in as deeply as he can go.
His mouth moves around mine, capturing my small moans as he waits for me to adjust to his big size.
“Oh my god . . .” I whisper against his lips. “Please move, Jameson.”
I feel him smile against my skin, before his mouth moves around to bite into my shoulder, right as he begins moving inside of me.
He brings me down hard with each thrust, both of his arms pulling me into him as roughly as he can, being sure he buries himself to the hilt each time.
It’s as if he can’t get deep enough, but he’s still willing to try. He wants me to feel every single inch of him as he takes me slow and hard and I fucking love it.
His hands.
His mouth.
His body.
Everything about him is pure perfection.
Jameson continues to move inside me, his thrusts picking up, becoming rougher with each time I come down on top of him. I can feel his muscles flexing below my hands and I can’t help but to run my fingers over every little dip, admiring the way his body moves.
It has me so turned on that I dig my nails into his firm chest and begin riding him hard and fast, unable to hold back anymore.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes throughout the room, turning me on even more.
It must work Jameson up too, because he pushes himself so deep inside of me that I scream out his name, giving away to Cole I know who’s dick I’m taking.
“Fuck it,” Jameson growls out, right before the fabric is yanked from my eyes and he positions my face so I’m looking down at him. “Look at me while I make you come.”
My body trembles above him from his choice of words. I have no idea how this man has the power to make me come undone so easily.
Softly moaning, I dig my nails into his stomach muscles, keeping my eyes locked with his amber ones as he begins moving inside me again.
“Oh fuck,” he moans out. “You feel better than I imagined, Brooke. Hold onto me.”
His hands dig into my hips as he scoots his way off the bed, holding me up, as he stands to his feet.
I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, placing my forehead against his as he quickly slams me against the wall and begins fucking me hard and fast.
While keeping a steady rhythm, he pulls my arms away from his neck, capturing my wrists in his hands to pin them against the wall above me.
My body moves up the wall with each hard thrust, until I cry out my release, my body shaking in his strong arms as I come undone with him inside me.
With his eyes still on mine, he releases my wrists and grips the back of my neck, before lowering his lips to mine, catching my remaining moans as he growls out from his own release.
We’re both breathing heavily, him just holding me, until Cole comes up from beside us and pulls me into his arms.
That’s when I remember Cole hasn’t come yet.
Raising me up, he lowers my aching pussy onto his dick and begins slowly moving inside me, while walking across the room to slam me against the door.
His lips and teeth graze my body as his movements pick up, until I’m screaming out his name just as I did with Jameson not even five minutes ago.
Growlin
g out, he backs us away from the wall, positioning us back on the bed, but with me on top of him this time.
I let out a surprised gasp when I feel Jameson move in behind me, lifting my ass up to rub the head of his dick against me.
He must notice me stiffen up, because he wraps his arm around the front of my neck, pulling me back to whisper in my ear. “Relax and let us take care of you.”
Cole stills his movement, gently massaging the side of my face as Jameson slowly enters my ass, doing his best not to hurt me.
It hurts, yet feels so fucking good as he eases himself inside of me inch by inch, until he’s finally as far as he can go.
I moan out and arch my back, reaching my arms behind me to grip the back of Jameson’s head as he begins thrusting in and out of my ass, while Cole falls into rhythm, taking my pussy at the same time.
Their hands are all over my body, both men filling me completely as I grip on for dear life and let them take me.
“Oh shit . . .” My grip on Jameson becomes tighter as he grips my throat from behind as he grinds into me, burying himself even deeper.
It’s as if Jameson always pulls out, just in time for Cole to thrust in.
I can’t take this. I feel as if I’m about to pass out from the pleasure that’s overwhelming me.
It’s too much.
“I’m about to come,” I whisper. “Keep going.”
Both boys keep going, until I’m screaming out from my orgasm, their hands and bodies holding me up so I don’t collapse.
After a few seconds, I feel Jameson kiss the side of my neck, before he slowly pulls out of me, giving Cole room to finish.
Cole pulls me down to him, his lips capturing mine as he pushes me down onto his dick one last time, holding me still as he comes into the condom.
These boys have me so exhausted that all I can do is go limp in his arms and breath heavily into his neck.
We stay still for a few moments, us both fighting to catch our breath, before he lifts me off him and lowers me down to the bed.
His kiss is rough and deep, before he smiles against my lips. “You can shower down the hall and clean us off you. I want you with me tonight.”
“Thank you,” is all I can manage to say as I grab the shirt Jameson holds out for me. “Why is it so quiet downstairs?”
“I asked Rowdy to move the party to his place after you arrived. Karson is safe in his hands.” Jameson’s eyes land on my lips as he runs a hand through his hair. “You and Cole can have the guest room tonight since it’s so late. I’ll shower down the hall and let you have my bathroom.”
“Nah, that’s okay,” Cole speaks up. “You take your bathroom and I’ll take Brooke down the hall so we can both shower.”
Jameson just nods his head, while reaching for his jeans and slipping them on.
Tons of emotions swarm through me the second we leave Jameson alone in his room to shower.
By the time Cole and I are done and getting comfy in Jameson’s guest room, it’s just past two in the morning. That means we were in Jameson’s room for a good two hours, while the boys took turns with me.
I’m definitely feeling it now. My whole body is sore.
Cole falls asleep right away, him holding me tightly in his arms, but I can’t seem to shut my mind off long enough to fall asleep myself.
Why is it that Jameson is the only thing I can think about now? Being with him felt so much better than I could’ve ever expected and something in his eyes tells me he felt it too.
A part of me wishes it were his bed I’m in right now instead of in here with Cole . . .
Jameson
IT’S NEARLY FOUR IN THE morning and I still haven’t been able to force myself to get some sleep.
My brain won’t shut the fuck up to the fact that Cole and Brooke are asleep, together, in my guest room across the hall.
After my promise to Cole that I was done pursuing Brooke after tonight, offering them a place to sleep just seemed like the best friend thing to do.
It’s something I would’ve been okay with in the past, yet something is eating away at me, making me want to walk into the guest room and carry Brooke back to my bed.
Growling out, I slam the empty bottle of Jack down and run my hands through my hair in frustration.
I’m fucking pissed at myself right now. Pissed that I’m allowing whatever the hell these emotions are to consume me and keep my head spinning.
Tonight, wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Being inside Brooke wasn’t supposed to make me feel as if we were the only two in that bedroom.
And I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to want to cover her up with my blanket and then kick Cole out so she could spend the night in my arms, while I took her over and over again, until her body couldn’t handle me.
The way she screamed my name and dug her nails into me when I was inside her spoke to my heart and not only my dick. She put so much emotion into it.
“Fuuuck!”
“Everything okay in here?”
My heart speeds up as I look toward the doorway to see Brooke standing there, looking extremely sexy in my t-shirt.
She’s looking at me as if she wants to come in my room, but isn’t sure if it’s a good idea or not.
It only makes me want to throw her back onto my bed, strip her out of my shirt, and spend the whole night pleasuring every inch of her body.
That can’t happen so . . .
“Just can’t sleep,” I admit. “Having the same problem?”
She shakes her head and walks into my room, taking a seat on the floor, in front of the fireplace.
I sit back in my chair and watch her as she just watches the flames dance in the darkness.
I’m intrigued by her beauty as she gets lost in thought for a moment.
“This is the first time I’ve spent the night with a guy in a very long time. I’m not used to sharing a bed. I don’t know . . .”
I find myself wanting to ask questions about her and get to know her even though I probably shouldn’t with what’s going on in my head right now. It’s not my place to ask this, but I ask anyway.
“How long has it been?”
She looks over at me when I stand from my chair to take a seat beside her on the floor. We’re close, but I make sure not too close where I won’t be able to resist the temptation to touch her and taste her lips again.
“About two years. My ex decided to take off after my mother got sick and passed away. No goodbye. No nothing. Just quit returning my calls. He ended up being a real dick.”
“He’s a fucking piece of shit. That’s what he is for doing that to you.” My blood boils hearing that her ex was heartless enough to leave her alone as such a shitty time in her life. She doesn’t deserve that hurt. “He’s an asshole that doesn’t deserve your time. Trust me. A real man would never abandon a woman when she needs him the most.”
“That’s what Karson’s been telling me since he ditched me. I guess he couldn’t handle my depression or the struggle I was going through to keep my mother’s café going at the time.” She pauses and starts fingering the bottom of my shirt she’s wearing. “After she passed, I tried to keep it running smoothly, but after shutting it down for four weeks to grieve, the business just wasn’t the same when I reopened it. I ended up selling it to pay off funeral and burial expenses and used the rest to pay off the mortgage on my mother’s house.”
I feel my heart ache for the pain she went through and knowing some douchebag decided to abandon her pisses me the fuck off. Makes me want to choke him out.
But I need to keep my cool and remind myself she’s not mine to protect.
“What was the name of your mother’s café?”
“Little Suzie’s Café. She opened it when I was just ten. I spent a lot of time playing in the back while she worked.”
My heart stops when she says the name. It’s been at least three years since I’ve been there, but I had no idea Suzie passed away. She didn’t seem sick back when I used to sto
p in there each week.
“I used to go there every Sunday for Suzie’s famous cherry pie. Shit. I had no idea.” I stand up and begin pacing the room as emotions build up inside me. “I’m so sorry to hear about her passing. She was a sweet lady. Always good to me. A little feisty when someone pissed her off, but I liked her.”
“You knew my mother?” She laughs as if remembering something. “You must’ve been on her good side. Be thankful for that.”
“I was.” I laugh when a certain memory of her comes to mind. “I would’ve hated to be on her bad side. I witnessed her make a grown man cry before. He didn’t really cry, but shit, he came close. I’ll never forget the ass chewing she gave him for disrespecting her. I was about to throw him out myself, until Suzie showed me she didn’t need my help.”
This causes Brooke to let loose and laugh so hard that I find myself smiling as I watch her. “I got my feisty side from her, so you might want to make sure you never piss me off.”
I clench my jaw and turn away. “I can’t make any promises.”
The room is silent for a few moments, before she speaks again. “What about you? Any family?”
The thought of my father is enough to have me searching the room for my spare bottle of Jack. I know it’s here somewhere.
Shit.
Once I find it, I pour a glass and stand in front of the fireplace. “Yeah . . . a little sister named Kai. My mother died when I was a baby and my father took off seven years ago, as soon as I reached the legal age for me to be on my own.” I look around the room. His old room and it only makes me hate the man more. “He left me this fucking house as if it would make up for him abandoning me. Haven’t seen him since and don’t really care to. He was a shitty father and that’s why my sister pretty much grew up at her friend’s house.”
Her eyes look sad as they watch me tilt back the bottle. “I’m sorry to hear that. He sounds like a dick.”
“Yeah, he is.”
The last thing I want to do is think about my shitty childhood or the fact I want to comfort her right now. My pain is nothing compared to hers.
Too many emotions are not a good thing right now.
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