Polished (19 page)

Jack grinned wider. “Now, let go of my cock. I didn’t say you could have me…yet.” Spencer released him and withdrew his hand, as though he’d been caught stealing. “You see, the way this works is that I get to have you, not the other way around.” Jack moved like lightning, snagging Spencer’s leg under the crook of his arm and spreading him wide. With his free hand he traced an imaginary masterpiece on Spencer’s balls with the tip of his index finger. His eyes narrowed. “I know you, Spencer. I know that place you want to go. That frightening place that ends up with me fucking you senseless.”

Spencer balked. He tensed and frowned. The words “nail polish” sprang into his mind. He could barely believe he had come this far without saying them. They hovered there, on the tip of his tongue. To hear Jack state so explicitly what they were about to do—it was almost more than he could accept. Spencer shook his head, as if to deny what Jack had said. It would be so easy to say the safe words and put a stop to this. But Spencer’s cock had other ideas. It sprung to attention at Jack’s words, like an obedient soldier, and Spencer realized that deep down, he wanted to see this through to the end.

Spencer’s asshole contracted and released involuntarily. Jack’s finger dropped down between Spencer’s splayed cheeks and explored the rim of the tight hole. “Open up, butterfly,” he said, circling his fingertip like a feather. Spencer dropped his head back and quickly realized he didn’t want to miss any of it. He willed himself to relax his sphincter, knowing soon Jack’s finger would be inside him whether he was ready or not. Jack reached for Rory’s cunt as she sat with her legs sprawled next to them, swiping aside her busy fingers and plunging two of his own into her soaking wet channel. He fucked her with them a few times, pulling a soft, startled sigh from her and then withdrew. Spencer stared into her widening eyes while Jack placed one of his slickened digits knuckle-deep into his ass. Then Jack’s mouth came down on Spencer’s cock to suck him at the same time.

The sound that came from Spencer’s mouth was unrecognizable to his own ears. He fucking whimpered—he whimpered like a little bitch. But, oh fuck, how Jack worked that finger inside of him, twisting like a corkscrew, opening him up. The hard suction on his shaft, the tongue curling around his cockhead as Jack pulled nearly all the way off before swallowing him down again to the base. Jack sucked cock in a way that made it clear that he had a cock himself and knew how to handle one. His technique was harsh and tender at the same time. Both sensations ricocheted through Spencer’s body as he lifted his hips toward Jack’s mouth and then lowered himself down onto his finger. He couldn’t have stopped his hips from rocking if he’d tried.

Sadistically Jack jammed Spencer’s hips down onto the counter. “You do not get to move.” His fingers dug into Spencer’s side as his arm flexed and he gritted his teeth.

“Fuuuck.” The word fell from Spencer’s lips like a rock.

Jack bit the inside of his leg with ratcheting force that made a whole new sensation bloom inside Spencer. The pain was manageable, controlled. It eased into him little by little, making his muscles tense involuntarily. It all felt involuntary. He felt kept, marked, taken. The bite blistered with pain and revealed just how much he wanted to be Jack’s for the taking. “Holy fuck.”

Jack increased the pressure of his teeth and curled his finger inside Spencer’s ass. When he released him there was indeed a mark displayed in deep, angry red. Spencer cried out and Jack added pressure to the place he’d been nudging inside his ass. His mouth again swallowed back Spencer’s now weeping cock and he sucked as though he wanted to turn Spencer inside out.

After a mind-bending number of passes, he pulled away. “I want to taste your girlfriend, Spencer. Up close this time. Tell her to come to me.” Jack added another finger to the one already lodged against Spencer’s prostate. “I could tell her myself, but I just want to hear you say it.”

Spencer’s lips had been pressed so tightly they were numb, but he managed to croak out the words, “Go, baby. Jack wants to eat your sweet pussy.”

Rory made a rough sound at the back of her throat, somewhere between purr and moan. Her skirt was still hiked up around her waist and she looked downright crazed with lust as she crawled toward them like an eager kitty.

“How do you want me?” she asked, and Jack smiled wryly.

“Good. You’re learning to ask,” he said, removing his free hand from under Spencer’s thigh to smooth it over her peach of an ass.

“I’m a smart girl.”

“So I’ve heard,” Jack said, petting her a few more times. “Straddle him and stand to face me.”

She did as she was told.

“Take hold of your lips and spread yourself.” Rory didn’t move. She was frozen with her hands at her side. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart.” He palmed her ass again. “And don’t make me ask you twice.”

“I can’t do that.”

“What? Can’t put yourself on display? Can’t be under my inspection?” Jack’s tone was stern. “You can and you will.”

Rory shook her head. “Please. I can’t.”

“That way you dip your head when you’re embarrassed, it’s beneath you. Understand? You need to stop worrying if you are good enough and start realizing that you are so much better than you ever give yourself credit for.” He caressed her ass softly before swatting her with a sharp crack of his palm. “Now do as I say, Rory, or I’ll light your ass up like a candle.”

She nodded. “Yes, sir.” The sound of her voice, all throaty and breathless told Spencer everything he needed to know about what Jack’s brand of control was doing to her. Fuck, it was doing the same thing to him.

Spencer took it all in—the tightening in his balls as Jack continued to rock his fingers in his ass, the long line of Rory’s back as she straightened and stilled herself in front of Jack with her elbows feathered out to her sides. What he wouldn’t do to see Jack’s face buried in her cunt. He didn’t quite get why it was such a turn-on for him to watch Jack enjoy her. He wanted to present her to Jack like a precious gift. He wanted to enjoy her with him like a favorite piece of candy between friends. God knows how much he adored Rory, and Jack’s appreciation for her was so raw, so bare of pretense, that Spencer was happy to share.

It was fucked-up and twisted, but from the soft moans coming from Rory, Spencer knew that she wanted it this way too. Jack had them both utterly captivated, getting them to do things they both wanted but couldn’t quite find the courage to do alone. He’d taken the power away from them and, along with it, the ability to doubt or resist their urges. These were gifts, plain and simple. With his mouth busy with Rory’s pussy, Jack returned his grip to Spencer’s thigh, harshly pressing it to the counter. He handled both of them at once with such ease that Spencer couldn’t help but be impressed. Jack paused only to praise Rory. “That’s it. Be a good girl and show me how pretty you are.”

Rory wasn’t a shy girl, so Spencer had a hard time understanding her sudden fits of self-consciousness. As Rory rocked her hips against Jack’s mouth, wet kissing sounds filled the air, along with her breathless coos. Spencer reached down between his upturned legs and took hold of his aching dick, praying that he’d be allowed. Allowed? Fuck, this whole submissive thing was becoming completely natural to him. He stroked his cock harder at that thought.

Rory started to shiver above him; she was close to climax. Now there were grunts and moans coming in pairs from both of them as her movements became more erratic above him. Her head was bent forward, her wild hair falling past her shoulders.

“Don’t close your eyes, Rory,” Jack paused to say to her. “Look at me licking you, watch it happen.”

“Oh God!” she shouted, and her knees buckled. Jack tore his hand away from Spencer to catch her, while his tongue latched onto her from below. From underneath, Spencer could see her legs tremble and the slow swipes of Jack’s tongue drinking her in.

Spencer ratcheted up the speed on his shaft, praying for more than just his hand to make him come.

Jack let Rory down slowly to settle neatly on Spencer’s lap. He shifted to their side and let his lips fall onto Spencer’s. Jack’s mouth was still full of Rory’s cream. Spencer closed his eyes, awaiting the kiss that he was certain was coming. Their lips met, but instead of kissing him, Jack spoke, his words vibrating against Spencer’s mouth. “I’m going to fuck you now, Spencer,” he said flatly, though there was a rasp to his voice that sounded a bit unhinged. “I can’t wait another fucking minute to have my cock inside you.”

Spencer tensed with a sudden burst of everything.—fear, excitement, disbelief—it was all there lodging in his stomach.

“Rory, I have some lube in the drawer by my bed. Bring it to me, princess.”

“Spence?” she asked, twisting toward him.

Jack shot her a look. “Did you hear him say anything?”

Rory shook her head. “No, but—“

“I’m going to fuck him because that’s what you both want.” Jack kissed her on the cheek. “If I’m wrong, just say the word.”

Rory took Spencer’s hand. Spencer looked up at her, true desperation caught in his throat. “Go get it, baby,” he said. “Hurry.”

After Rory scooted off, Jack crushed his mouth against his again, as though he needed to fill the sliver of time it took for her to return. The harsh caress of Jack’s kisses touched secret places inside him. He’d been craving it ever since their lips had parted.

“I’m probably not going to be gentle with you,” Jack said to him, just inches away. An errant swatch of sandy blond hair fell forward over his eyes.

Spencer cracked a grin. It was all bluster, a way to hide the ball of fear knotted into his spine. Fear, like the first time he’d tackled climbing the mountain, exhilaration and anxiety warring with one another. That mountain had kicked his ass the first time. It had shown him what it was to be afraid of trying something new. It had torn his muscles and left him sore for days. The truth was, he wanted it hard and rough, just like Jack had warned. He hoped it was a promise. Spencer wanted Jack to take his ass like he owned it, like there wasn’t a choice in the matter.

Jack’s cock nudged at his hole. “Eager?”

“You have no idea.”

Rory bounded back into the room with a long white tube in her hand. She held it out to Jack on a flat palm. He stood back, his cock bouncing stiffly as he took two steps from between Spencer’s upturned legs. “Good girl, but I want you to do the honors.” Jack fished into the pocket of the jacket he’d draped on the stool next to them. Finding a condom, he passed it to her. Jack then rested his hands behind his neck. “Kneel down, so you can do a good job.”

Rory sank readily to her knees. He was very good at getting her to please him. She suddenly seemed only too happy to oblige. The application was awkward. When was the last time she’d even handled a condom? Spencer couldn’t remember how long ago they’d used anything other than her shots for birth control. Her fingers trembled. Jack stroked her cheek with the back of his hand and Rory seemed grateful for the encouragement.

The hand that had so gently reassured Rory now had Spencer’s leg in a vise grip, splaying him wide open on expensive granite. Spencer wrapped his fingers around the edge of the countertop. His knuckles must have been as white as his face.

Jack took hold of his cock and set it in place. “I wanted you from the first time I saw you, Spencer. Are you surprised by that?” He pressed forward, and a firm, steady heat breached Spencer’s rim. Spencer let out a moan and nodded. He latched onto his too-hard erection and fisted it desperately. Jack swatted his hand away and replaced it with his own. “I bet a million dollars that you never thought we’d end up here.”

Spencer shook his head this time. Jack was making it impossible to pretend he was on the outside looking in on this whole crazy thing. He wanted to tell him to shut up, to stop making it so real. The heat in his ass boiled over; he felt pressure like nothing he’d ever known. Sweet, sweet pressure that sent rivers of electricity from his head to his damn toes—that’s what having Jack’s cock creep into him did.

No, he never would have guessed they’d end up here. The first time they’d met, Spencer had been certain Jack was a class-A prick. Furthermore, there was no freaking way he’d have thought he’d be able to live out his deepest, darkest secret fantasy with his girlfriend giving him the thumbs-up. Boy, how things change. Spencer hissed at the white-hot sensation filling his untouched rectum as Jack pressed forward inch by inch. Then he rocked away and Spencer knew only that he wanted him back, wanted him deeper.

“I think you like getting fucked.” Jack said with a tilt of his head. The tight strokes of his hand on Spencer’s rock-hard shaft kept up an effortless pace. Jack narrowed his eyes and powered into him hard this time, to the very depths of him. Spencer grunted with the force of it. Jack rewarded him with another deep stroke. “I know I like fucking you. You’re so damn tight.” Jack’s gaze turned to Rory. “Come here, sweet girl. Come be a part of this.”

Her eyes lit up. Her lips pursed in a demure little smile. “Thank you,” she said. Jack raised his head at her expectantly. She bowed hers in response. “Thank you…sir.”

“Ah, don’t thank me yet,” he said with an amused snort. “Wait until it’s your turn. Then you can thank me. Right now, I want to watch you ride Spencer and help me make his head spin off his shoulders.” Jack punctuated the last group of words with three strong pops of his hips against Spencer’s ass. “Can you do that for me?”

She beamed at both of them, slinking closer. By the time Rory climbed onto him, Spencer was practically panting. It took every bit of self-control to keep from spilling into her the moment she took him inside. Only one stroke and Rory and Spencer moaned in unison.

Jack revved up his speed to a brain-melting pace, the slap-slap of his efforts ricocheting off the walls and filling Spencer’s head with the plain and simple reality: he took cock like a champ. All too quickly he fell into a seemingly infinite well of pleasure that dizzied him like blunt force trauma to his head. He held onto Rory’s hips as she rocked and corkscrewed her cunt in that way that never failed. His ass clamped down on Jack’s cock, amplifying the size of it. Fingers dug into his thighs. He supposed they must belong to Jack, but he couldn’t be sure, couldn’t make head nor tail of any of it in that moment of searing hot light.