by Amanda Rose
"Scar. You're going to be late if we keep going." He warned again; his voice told me how urgent his words were, but his facial expression gave the opposite expression. He gave me a predatory look as he scanned my body. My nightgown clung to my body. One strap slid off my shoulder; my large breasts barely stayed in their designated place in the silky material.
I was grateful that I'd taken off my bra during the middle of the night. One less piece of clothing to bypass. My nipples were hard as they pressed against the soft material, making me wish his mouth would give them some special treatment.
"I want you, Jaxson White. Fuck being late."
I tugged on his tie, pulling it loose from the half Windsor knot. Then grasped the button up and ripped it open. He chuckled and leaned upward to remove the tie and shirt, throwing them to the side. I scooted my body down his, and my hands found the button of his pants. Slowly, I popped the button to his pants, never breaking eye contact. The smile that slid across his face was seductive, and I felt my body heat again beneath the stare of those amber eyes. My fingers played against the bulge growing beneath the zipper as I pulled it down. I wiggled the top of his pants and boxers, moving them down as I lifted myself slightly, allowing him the room to push them down his thighs and kick them off the end of the bed.
I lowered myself down till his cock rested against my opening, the simple touch made me shiver.
Before I could lift myself up to slide his length in me, his hand returned to my waist, holding me firmly. I glanced up to glare at him, making him laugh. He shook his head at my impatient behaviour.
"You can't ride me until I get to see that body of yours. As much I love this nightgown, I like you naked more." He leaned upward; his hand securely wrapped around my waist as he slid us back, so his back was now pressed against the black headboard.
His hands returned to my side before sliding upward, the sensual movement sent thrills through my body as he rolled the nightgown over my head; my arms rose up, so he could slide it right off, throwing it to the side before relaxing back.
He definitely took a few moments to enjoy my nakedness; his eyes did a slow descend before landing on my breasts – the predatory look returned as his eyes hooded with desire.
He leaned forward and flicked his tongue against my left nipple; his mouth clamped onto it, sucking while his tongue roamed around the hard, pink nub. I whimpered, my breath came out in short gasps as my heart pounded against my chest. I moved my pussy against his pelvis, wishing his penis would slide into me. But I was trapped as his hands squeezed my waist tighter, preventing me from sliding over him.
He continued; my mind went blank as I let my body enjoy the sucking motion he delivered; I felt myself, once more, becoming wet as his mouth retreated and moved to my other breast.
By the time he was done giving the same allotted attention to my other breast, I was left breathless, urgently needing his cock. He released the hold on my waist and gave me freedom to move.
My hand wrapped around his hard length before I positioned his tip at my opening; my wetness lathered it. I wouldn't need lubricant for this. I was soaked.
I looked up to him, wanting confirmation to finally enjoy his cock. He nodded; my body lowered instantly.
We both let out a strangled moan as his cock slid in, fitting me perfectly as if it was made for me.
I slowly let it slide into me, until my folds pressed against the base. My body trembled from the built-up pressure. There was no hesitation as my body began to ride him. His hands returned to my ass, squeezing and slapping me from time to time – each slap made me cry out, yet the pain added a whirlwind of pleasure that had me wanting more.
Our bodies moved together. His hand left my ass to tangle itself through my hair while his lips crashed against mine. Still I rode him, my body lifted and slammed down onto his dick. I could feel it rub against my G spot. I felt my pussy clench around his long cock, until the pressure inside of me exploded with a cry, and I spiraled over the edge.
Jaxson didn’t stop. I watched as his eyes dilated, and his hands gripped my waist. He lifted my body up and pushed me back down over his still hardened cock. His thrusts became more desperate. My body sagged forward. My hands pressed against the headboard as his thrusts became harder and faster.
His breathing became rough as he continued to pound into me. I cried out as his hand slapped my ass, the prickles of pain only magnified the pleasure as another moan escaped him, and his fingertips dug into my skin.
The room felt hot, our bodies dripped with sweat as he continued. I didn’t think either of us could handle his fast momentum much longer as the pressure built once again inside of me. I needed the release. I needed to feel satiated as he continued to pound inside of me.
"Fuck." I cried out, unable to hold myself any longer as I came. His cock slid deep inside of me; my pussy clenched around it and caused him to fall over the edge with me. He let out a staggered groan before I collapsed on top of him.
We struggled to catch our breath; my body rode wave after wave of ecstasy as I quivered against him. His cock still in me as my pussy pulsated. I could feel our combined juices ooze out as he rolled me to the side – my body pressed against him. His waist moved, and I felt as he slid out of me. I moaned; my body felt weak and stiff from our lovemaking.
His hand soothingly rubbed along my back, and I felt his lips press softly against my forehead. My eyes were heavy as my body came down from its high.
"Morning sex is always the best." He commented, kissing me on my temple.
"You should come by every morning." I mumbled, closing my eyes. I already felt the sleep creeping in; my mind drifted.
"Baby, you can't sleep."
"Hmm..." I responded, but was already too far gone. I could feel his chest vibrate; his soothing, quiet chuckle made me happy. I knew he'd grant my wish for sleep.
"One-hour baby."
I let the darkness claim me as I fell asleep in his loving arms.
CHAPTER THREE
"Don't be mad, we're on a date." I glanced to the driver’s seat; my eyes landed on my second partner in crime, Junho Suk who was pissed off.
"I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at Jaxson. Order him to do one thing and nope. He’s got to have it his way."
"You mean the fact that he let me sleep for two hours instead of one." I beamed, feeling refreshed after the power nap.
"No. I'm fine with that. What I'm not fine with is the fact I sent him over to make sure you were awake. Not to fuck you senseless to the point of losing consciousness, thus making me wait two hours. No, two and a half hours cause you had to shower and get ready. I was afraid he'd hop in with you and make me wait again." He complained; his hand turned the steering wheel to one side as we turned off the highway.
"He didn't fuck me to point of losing consciousness. I was awake when we finished...I just asked for a little snooze and you know it doesn't take me long to get ready." I pointed out.
We came to a stop as we reached the red light; his head turned to face me – those turquoise eyes reminded me of the ocean. His light brown, shoulder length hair was tied in a ponytail; his tanned skin free of any imperfections. His face was clean shaven, and his pink lips matched his oval face.
What I loved the most was the large tattoo on his neck, the various thick and thin, black, geometric lines created an intricate design that ran from the top of his neck down behind his mint coloured, dress shirt.
His black tie had mint stars scattered around, giving off the Christmas vibe and matched his black pants, mint top combo.
"Please don't tell me you guys fucked in the shower, too."
I blinked before I glanced away; my eyes suddenly interested in the bus stop advertisement.
"You two have a serious problem. You can fuck everywhere, huh?"
"Not everywhere! We haven't fucked in a change room yet." I proposed, trying to find an excuse to go against his accusation as I turned back to face him.
"If the change room was soundproof
, you would." He pressed on.
"Uh...well...ya." I admitted, blushing.
"You two are too much." He sighed as he pressed lightly on the gas.
I giggled, squeezing his hand as I returned my gaze to the window.
I never expected myself to be shared by a group of men. It’s not like I hadn’t heard of such situations – reading a few books about ménage and a more popular genre, reverse harem. I just never imagined myself being in one or that I’d be accepting of it.
I was an open-minded person and of course, the more cocks the merrier. But what really made me accepting of the idea of the guys sharing me was their devotion to their friendship and devotion to make me happy. It was something I’d never experienced with Jake.
Thanks to them, I’d discovered many things about myself I’d probably never find out. They all contributed to my wholeness and I couldn’t be happier.
Junho wanted to take me to the new mall that had been the latest rave. Everyone, especially my bestie, gossiped about the incredible deals and high-quality brands scattered across the three-floor shopping center.
Once a month, the rich and famous booked the entire mall to themselves to shop around and be the firsts to get limited edition merchandise for both self-pleasure and advertisement purposes.
Normally, I would skip out on such an opportunity, especially a few days before Christmas, but I couldn't refuse Junho's invitation. It was nice to have quality time with him for once, such an rare opportunity rare seeing I was usually with Jaxson or Michael.
It was December 21st, and everyone was already acting like all the stores would sell out of food, water, and toys. All I cared about was having enough wine. Couldn't enjoy Christmas without a couple glasses of high-quality wine.
We arrived within five minutes, taking the private valet parking entrance. We parked right in front, an attendant in a black suit opening my door and escorting me out. Junho gave the keys to his matte black Lamborghini before making his way to my side, hooking his arm around me as we began to walk towards the entrance.
Junho’s other job, the principle owner of multiple car dealerships across the country and branching out to across the world; meant he literally could drive any type of car he wanted.
I wore a simple navy-blue dress, the slim fit material long enough to cover my ass but short enough to compliment my muscled legs. The only reason I loved the dress was the multiple, snowflakes that scattered the bottom third of the dress, sparkling in the light as we walked.
I wore navy blue heels to match with a dark blue rhinestone clutch that had a silver chain; the YSL logo as the clamp. It was limited edition and a struggle to get before it sold out nationwide. I was thankful for Cece and her addiction to high fashion. I wasn't as obsessed with brands as she was, but this was one of those items I would fight for. I guessed there were some benefits of having a shopaholic best friend.
I'd straightened my hair just before going to bed, having enough time after I and Jaxson's shower sex to tame my wild orange locks, leaving it down. I'd worn contacts today instead of my usual glasses which gave me a sexier, more delicate look than my usual, "naughty teacher" appearance as Cece loved to call it.
I had pulled on my silky, black, fingerless gloves before leaving. Making sure to prevent my gift from getting in my way. No one got time for that this year. I was already enjoying the start to the holiday.
Another attendee waited for us at the glass doors, holding them open as he greeted us with a bow. Junho unhooked his arm, slid it possessively around my waist and kept me close; a group of attractive men walked towards us looking me up and down - their eyes reflected their sudden interest.
I felt they weren't as afraid of Junho due to his leaner build; his six-five height enough to make the competition keep their distance but not like Jaxson who was just as powerful as Cece's boyfriend in warding off all human interaction.
We walked the quiet rows, agreeing to take a look around the entire mall before deciding where we wanted to shop.
"Junie? Why is it so quiet today? It's the holidays. I shouldn't be able to see the path before me without being smothered by people's body odors or assaulted by the sound of crying children." I questioned, my mind reeling on the past experiences of me attempting to make it through the mall last year when I was missing one more gift for Cece.
His playboy smile crept on his face; it always made an appearance when I called him by my designated nickname.
"Yup it’s supposed to be quiet. We should be one of the few couples here." He pointed out.
I stopped in my tracks, gaping at him as he stopped to face me.
"What do you mean we're one of the few? I thought celebrities are the only ones who can book the mall and isn't that on the first or something. That's what Cece said." I argued, confused.
"You're correct, but because it's the holidays and many brands launched their holiday, limited edition collections, they scheduled an extra day in December."
"But...it's for celebrities." I pressed on.
"Celebrities and people with money." He argued.
"You didn't book us a spot for a date..."
"What if I did?"
"Don't you get bored being a millionaire? You and Jaxson, I swear." I shook my head but smiled, feeling special. The most expensive thing Jake had treated me was a VIP movie. Being given the chance to attend the new mall with only celebrities reminded me how blessed I was to have these men in my life. All thanks to my final assignment in criminology school.
"No, I don't. We sometimes compete against each other on who makes more." He admitted.
"Aren't you richer then Jaxson?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow.
"By a little." He shrugged.
"By a little as in a few dollars or a little as in adding an extra zero."
"Second option sounds a tad more accurate." He winked before his hand slipped into mine, tugging me forward to continue our exploration.
"Rich people." I huffed. He chuckled.
"Admit it. It has some benefits. Especially at work."
"Fair." His higher ranked status and bank account did help us out on our recent case.
I wasn't super rich like them, but I had more than enough money from my mom's insurance and inheritance to live comfortably in my flat.
We went through the first two floors, running into two celebrities who were acquainted with Junho. It was interesting to see him speak a different language – his Korean accent came out when he reverted back to English for a bit.
As an investigator, it was always good to know a language or two - myself being fluent in Japanese and English. I was still learning a few others in the little spare time I had with Rosetta Stone but Junho knew five. I guess being a world-wide car dealership CEO, it would be beneficial to know as many languages as you can.
"I like when you speak Korean and Russian. It's hot." I confessed as we exited the elevator. We took our tour of the top floor; my arm around his waist as he held me close. His hand secured on my hip.
"Do you now? I guess next time we make love I should talk to you in a different language."
“You should." I whispered, stopping in place to lean upward, on my tiptoes to kiss him.
It was a slow, sensual kiss; our mouths enjoyed the other’s company.
"Why don't we finish this date, so we can have some alone time?" Junho whispered against my lips as he pulled away.
"Hmm. To rush and get in Mr. Millionaire’s bed or to enjoy having the mall to myself? A hard decision, indeed." I joked, slipping out of his embrace as I turned to walk backward, tapping my finger on my lips in thought.
"For your information, I'll be ranked a billionaire by the first of January, and I'm technically here so it's not like you get the mall ALL to yourself." He pointed out; his amused smile brightened his face. I loved when he smiled, that gorgeous right dimple making an appearance.
"Whatever. A girl can dream." I stuck my tongue out before turning and walking forward. It took him less than three seco
nds to catch up with those long legs of his. He grabbed my wrist, twirling me in a quick motion till I was in his arms, and those amazing lips captured mine.
His other hand moved down my back to my ass, trapping me against him. I could feel the thick bulge pressing behind his pants as we kissed. I'd never expected myself to be making out in the middle of the mall, and surprisingly, I didn't mind.
We pulled away, pressed our foreheads together as we laughed.
"You should know better to stick your tongue out at me Ms. Sinclair. It never ends well." He acknowledged.
"I thought I'd get away with it this time. Guess not." I gave him a quick smooch on his lips. He still kept me close as we stared into one another's eyes.
"If I could give you the world, I would. But for now, you’ll have to enjoy having me at the mall and later in my bed. You can even bring Jimmy."
I beamed.
"I can bring Jimmy! Ah, but I ran out of batteries." I realized.
"AA or AAA? Don't worry, I have a whole load of batteries. I'm sure we can find the ones made for Jimmy." He chuckled.
"Perfect." I purred, giving him one final, passionate kiss before he released me. I would totally enjoy having Jimmy and Junho in me.
CHAPTER FOUR
We walked around the final floor; my eyes locked onto a flashing sign - VIP Sexy and Free: Lingerie for the Classy.
"Hey, I think this is the shop Cece's been raving about. It's in all the catalogs." I announced, tugging his hand in mine as I walked towards the entrance.
"Ah. Lingerie huh?" He replied, sounding entertained. I gave him a side glance.
"It benefits you guys more than us. Your eyes get all dazed when I wear sexy underwear. I should get a corset and a whip." I hummed.
He gazed down at me before he licked his lips slowly.
"I like that. Go explore." He encouraged making me laugh. I looked around the large store; a female attendant showed me their latest collection that would be hitting the shelves tomorrow.
"What color would you be interested in?" She asked, her chirpy voice hurting my ears.