A Jade's Trick (Lilly Black's Jaded Series Book 1) (22 page)

"Come," I say to Cain when we're at my house, the door locked behind us.  Taking charge, I lead him into my bedroom, directing him to sit in the armchair in the corner so I can kneel before him. I begin kissing him in all of the places I forbid him to touch me, stimulating everything but his cock, only allowing it to feel my hot breath when I move from side to side.  As I begin lightly tracing low beneath his balls with my fingernails, he slides his hips off the edge of the chair to give me better access, and I push his legs wide apart, replacing my nails with my mouth.

"Oh, fuck, Evan," he moans while I tease him, swirling my tongue as I begin sucking his balls into my mouth, alternating between them, his cock twitching, begging for my touch. I switch to give it the attention it craves, looking Cain in the eye as I make the head of his cock disappear between my lips, snaking my tongue down the vein on the underside as I take him in deep. I try to go slow, but I lose myself in the tactile sensation of his smooth, stretched flesh, assaulting him, twisting his shaft with one hand, and digging my nails into his thigh with the other until I've taken him as close to the edge as I can without going too far.

"Fuck me," I demand as I stop, and though Cain gives me a stern look at first, he indulges me.

"Yes, Mistress," he says, standing behind me, his cock against my ass as desperate to be inside me as I am to feel him there, but he tortures and deprives us both, grabbing a handful of my hair, twisting my head to kiss me as he pinches my nipple, making it hurt like I like it.

"Just don't forget who's really in charge, little girl," he hisses, then he spins me toward the bed and pushes me forward until my hands meet the mattress, not letting go of my hair as he thrusts himself into me.  The subtle pain as he pulls my hair is like gasoline on the burning need inside me, overpowering all else as he drives into me, hard and vicious, taking me straight to the edge and pushing me over, continuing his arduous rhythm even as I lose my own to the erratic waves of pleasure.  I scream his praises, urging him on until I can feel that he's on the verge of coming, and when he suddenly stops to stave off his orgasm, I get a wicked idea.

"God, your cock is perfect," I purr as I writhe against him.

"Fuck!" Cain groans, slapping my ass hard as he resumes fucking me.  Coming almost instantly, he forces that perfect cock into me so hard he knocks me flat on the bed.

"Oh, God, Evan..." he breathes as he slides his shirt beneath me, holding it between my legs when he withdraws.

"I wanted to come in your mouth," he complains as we collapse onto the bed, lying naked atop the blankets.

"It's not my fault you couldn't control yourself," I taunt, terribly pleased with myself.

"No man could control himself inside you," he says, "however in the future, I will punish you for that."

"For saying your cock is perfect?" I ask, feigning complete naivety in the matter.

"For saying something so hot while my cock feels nothing but your tight, velvet pussy."

Oh!

"And," he adds, "I've let it slide because you're new at this, but the sub doesn't get to demand to be fucked."

"How can I not demand to be fucked when I feel nothing but your rock-hard, perfect cock in my mouth?" 

Did I just say that?

"Your insolence is going to get you fucked again, Evan."

"Good.  With a little self control, maybe you'll get to come where you want this time," I sneer, more shocked by this than the last thing to come out of my mouth.

"You nasty girl," he says with delight as he leans to give me the kiss that marks the start of round two.

"So what are you planning to wear this evening?" Cain asks, having informed me that he is taking Nicole and I somewhere tonight.

"I don't know.  Perhaps if I knew where we're going..."  I trail off, but he just ignores my prying.

"Let's buy you something new," he says.

"Oh, so now you're embarrassed by my clothes as well?"

"I want to buy you clothes," he says, backing me up against the wall in my living room, "for no other reason than to sit outside the dressing room and watch as you try things on since I was robbed of that pleasure in the lingerie stores."

"Pervert," I mutter as I slip playfully out of his grasp.

An hour later, Lucy drops us off at Niemen's where he has procured a personal shopper to prepare outfits for me and arranged for me to use the bridal dressing suite.  As soon as the shopper leaves, he locks the door behind her.

"If you think we're having sex in here, you're out of your fucking mind," I warn him as I slip into one of the small dressing stalls.

The first time I come out, I feel shy and uncomfortable when Cain coaxes me to stand on the pedestal in the center of the room, but as he leans back in a lone chair watching me, his reserved yet conspicuously carnal reaction begins to chase my inhibitions away.

"Turn around," he orders, and I play his game, turning to face the 3-way mirror behind me.  With every dress I try, he instructs me, and I comply until I come to the last one - a very short, tight sweater dress.  I turn around, but I freeze upon his next command.

"Bend over," he says, and I spin back to look him in the face.  "Indulge me." 

"No," I protest, nervously biting my lip.

"That's a very short dress, Evan.  I need to be sure you won't be giving any accidental peep shows," he maintains.

"I see," I say, and in a moment of bravery, I slowly bend over as I face him, which is not what he had in mind.  I look through my legs into the mirror and see that this dress definitely gives a peep show, and when I snap back up quickly, I catch him craning his neck to see around me to the view in the mirror.  With a cocky look, I step down from the pedestal and swagger away, proud of myself for having turned the tables on him, and just before I step into the changing room, I pull the dress over my head and throw it at him.

"Have her ring it up," I say as I close the door.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me!" I shout at Cain.  We're back at my house getting ready to leave when he springs it on me that Caleb is coming with us.  I don't know what I expected when he invited Nicole, but it did not cross my mind that he meant to take her as a date for his married brother.  Cary left Qualcomm with Syndi, and now this? 

"My friends are not a fucking harem for you and your rich, asshole brothers!"  Cain just laughs at me, which only makes me angrier.

"What's so funny?" I demand.

"You're adorable when you're pissed."

"Goddamn it, Cain!"

"Calm down.  Caleb is married to a miserable bitch he doesn't love, but he had never even entertained the idea of cheating until he met Nicole."

"You don't cheat; you leave, and if he hasn't left, there's a reason for it!"

"There is, but I promise you, it has nothing to do with love," Cain says, then he sighs.  "Baby, I know it isn't exactly fair to Nicole, but she wants this, too."

"Of course she wants it, but she was okay accepting that it would never happen after that first, fake date."

"Well, she isn't okay with that anymore," Nicole says, opening my bedroom door without knocking.

Were we that loud?

"Nic, I'm sorry.  I just..."

"I know, but this is something I want to explore."

"But..."

"Evan, I'm going to do it with or without your blessing, but it would really be nice not to have to sneak around you anymore."

"You've been sneaking around me?" I ask, and she confesses.  The first night Cain and I had sex, she wasn't with Syndi.  She and Caleb had driven up the coast and stayed out together all night

"So you really are sleeping with a married man?" I hiss at her quietly as if Cain couldn't overhear.

"No.  We're just...
friends
," she says with a cold stare, referring to my original status with Cain but leaving me to wonder what she means since we still slept together when we were allegedly just friends. 

"Please, Evan," she says sternly.  "Just let it be." 

"Fine," I relent, and when Nicole leaves the room, Cain pulls me to stand between his legs as he sits on my bed.

"If it makes you feel better, your friend Syndi used my little brother as a sex toy Monday night then refused to give him her number." 

"When I saw them together, I thought it would end up the other way around."

"Maybe your friends think my rich, asshole brothers are their harem."

"Syndi is a bit of a slut," I admit, "...and a cougar."

"And Cary has a thing for cougars," he says with a playful grin.

"So does Nicole, but that doesn't make this okay."

"I know," Cain says, "but they're going to see each other whether we like it or not.  At least this way, you'll be able to keep an eye on them."

"Yeah, but it will still be your ass I kick if he hurts her."

"Understood." 

"So where are we going?" I ask, sitting in the back of the limo as Lucy pulls us away from the curb.

"Given my brother's situation, and for no other reason, we are going somewhere we won't be recognized," Cain says.

"L.A.?" Nicole guesses.

"I wouldn't be recognized in L.A.," Caleb says, "but we have to go a lot farther north to keep Cain off the radar."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I just don't fade into the woodwork as well as my big brother," Cain says, using his hands to indicate that it's because he's taller than Caleb.

When the car comes to a stop, we haven't been driving long enough to be as far north as Mira Mesa, let alone L.A., but when Cain opens the door for me, I realize with delight and anxiety that wherever we're going, we're flying.

"How?" I ask as we head straight for the plane without going through any security.

"We're not at San Diego International.  This is a private airstrip," Cain says as we climb the staircase to the massive jet.

"Mr. Ballantyne," the flight attendant greets us.

"Alicia," Cain says.  "This is Evan Lucien, and Nicole..." 

"Nicole Morgan," Caleb says, and it rolls off his tongue as if he's kissed the air used to speak it.

Alicia leads us down a narrow hallway into an actual room.  The seats are affixed to the floor, but otherwise, it looks a lot like a living room with comfortable, dark brown, leather sofas and chairs.  We strap in, and she gives us the standard spiel.  It isn't until the fasten seatbelts light comes on that I realize Cain is not with us.  Then I feel the plane begin to move.

"This is your captain speaking," a sarcastic voice says over the P.A. system.  Okay.  Cain is playing pilot.  Very funny, but when the P.A. goes silent, I feel the plane begin to take off and panic.

"Cain!" I call out involuntarily.  I need him beside me. Takeoffs and landings scare the hell out of me.

"He'll come back once we're in the air," Caleb says.

"Do takeoffs scare him, too?" Nicole asks, but as they talk, I zone out, digging my fingernails into the leather arms of my chair waiting to be safely airborne until finally the seatbelt light goes out and Cain appears.

"Where were you?" I demand.

"She hates takeoffs and landings," Nicole explains.

"So do I," Cain says, sitting down beside me, "but you never have to worry about them flying with me."

"That would be a lot easier to believe if I had actually been with you," I grumble, already feeling embarrassed by the whole thing.

"I can't sit with you, but next time you can sit with me." 

"Were you really flying the plane?"

"Yes."

"Why?"  I ask.

"About five years ago, I survived a plane crash caused by pilot error.  When I recovered, I learned to fly because I will never put my life or the lives of those I care about in anyone else's hands again.  The pilot and co-pilot are at the helm now, but when it comes time to land or if there is an emergency, I'll take control."

"You never cease to amaze me," I say.

"That's not the only amazing thing I can do in the air, little girl," he whispers.

"It is tonight," I warn him.  No way am I joining the Mile High Club while Nicole and Caleb are with us.  We don't have time anyway.  It seems like only a few minutes have passed when the pilot comes over the P.A. system to say that we are approaching our destination.

I follow Cain into the cockpit where the pilot and I strap into jump seats as Cain takes over his chair.  I hate landings more than takeoffs, but watching the descent through the front window as Cain touches us down smoothly and gracefully, for the first time I don't have to exhale upon landing because I never held my breath at all.