Chapter 29: Stand and Defend: Chapter 29

She smiles—really fucking smiles—and it relieves some of my worry. Things were weird after she walked out of Top Shelf. It also eases my frustration. Truth is, I shouldn’t even be angry. I have no stake on Jordan. She’s not mine.

“Yes sir.”

I swallow. Fucking hell. I am really enjoying this arrangement. She stalks off, and I scrub a hand down my face, mentally reviewing the list of things she said she was curious about. I committed them to memory the second the words left her mouth. Being watched, spitting, slapping—tread lightly with this one—impact play, praise, degradation, objectification, breath play, anal, being shared.

She said she was too “monogamous at heart” but was thrilled by the idea. Her silence in the car on the way home gave me plenty of time to come up with a happy medium I think she’ll enjoy after she brought up being shared—and a way to do it without actually sharing her. Because after that Brett guy spoke to her, I saw red.

I’ve had threesomes, sharing women with both sexes, but I’ll never invite another person into what Jordan and I have. She’s too important to me. Anyone else would ruin it.

When she returns, she’s wearing skimpy pajamas. I remember those well when I packed up her things.

“Don’t you look cute.”

“Thank you.” She’s got a hand behind her back, and I hold out mine to see what she brought. What was Bryan most threatened by?

She hands over a sparkly pink dildo with a suction cup, and I almost laugh. “This is what intimidated him, huh?” What a little bitch.

“It was another dick.” She lifts her shoulders.

My fingers encircle her wrist, and she trails behind me to my bedroom. She heads toward the bed, but I lead her off that path, crossing to the other side of the room. “Not yet.”

I toss the toy on one of the navy high-back chairs as I walk by. She follows me to the dressing platform near the windows. The raised floor is met with an oversized three-panel wardrobe mirror mounted to the wall and a clothes valet. I take off my suit jacket from the press box interview and place it neatly on the stand. Rolling up my sleeves, I step down and spin to face her. “Strip for me.”

I want to see every side of her get naked in that mirror.

“Here?”

“Yes.”

And she does.

Slipping the spaghetti straps on the mini silk nightie down her shoulders, she cups her breasts in her hands.

“Turn around.” She spins, facing herself in the mirror.

Shimmying out of the nightgown, it falls from her clutches and pools around her ankles. The thong she wore earlier felt like cotton—this one is lace.

“Now face me.”

She’s amazing at following directions. When she makes eye contact, and I see the flicker dance in her eyes, it’s on. I stride over to the chair and grab the toy. My hands twitch as I step up on the platform next to her, I bend down low and slap the suction cup to the mirror.

She stares at it and looks back at me. I nod.

“You want me to . . . Will it hold?”

I drop to my knees in front of her, loop my thumbs in her thong on each side and drag it down to the floor, then press a kiss to her pussy.

“It’ll hold.” Standing, I stuff the underwear in the pocket of my dress pants.

“I’ve never done it that way.”

She means she’s never masturbated that way, but she’s had plenty of experience in that sex position. Just not while someone watches her from the front.

“I know how well your cunt can grip a dick. Show me how you like being fucked. Keep your eyes on mine the whole time. He may not have enjoyed watching you, but I do. And tonight, you’re the main attraction. Understand?”

She nods and bites her lip. It excites her. A flush creeps into her cheeks, and I cup her face, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Come on, Sunshine. Show me what a slut you are for this.”

She kneels, facing away from the mirror. There’s a shy sweetness to her that has me watching with rapt attention.

“O-okay.” Her voice is shaky, I find it endearing.

Crawling backward, she aligns herself with the dildo and presses against it. There’s a light smacking of wetness, and she spreads her legs, adjusting to better accommodate the size. That cunt is soaked.

Her lips part as she pushes against it, impaling herself on the glitter silicone cock. Holy hell. The sound of her arousal is killing me. I’m throbbing behind my zipper for her. I love watching.

My voice comes out gruff. “There you go.”

She pulls it to the tip and pushes back. I want to take my dick out so bad. Fuck, I will never forget tonight. A soft moan escapes, and I smile. That’s that good stuff. Her tits swing and bounce with each movement. She’s perfection.

Her big brown eyes leave mine, only to drop to my groin, where she sees my cock trying to spring free. “Do you want to fuck me, Cam?”

Want? No. I need to fuck her. Christ, woman.

“That what you want? A second guy?”

She nods, and the corners of her mouth tip up. I walk to the mirror, and she leans forward, the toy sliding out of her. I wrap my hand around the dildo and adjust its position on the mirror. Her wetness coats my palm, and I lick it off, savoring her.

“Spin.”

I drop to my knees behind her and unzip my pants, stroking myself. She’s so primed and ready for me. We watch each other through the mirror’s reflection for an extended moment before I remember what I’m doing. “Let’s make this more fun.” I loosen my necktie and place it over her eyes. She holds it in place while I knot it behind her head. “Bringing in a person would require a much lengthier conversation, but for now, we’re going to pretend. Safewords are still in place, but I want you to slap the floor if you want to stop.”

“Okay.”

I guide her mouth to the toy, slick with her own arousal and my cum from the bar. “Suck.”

She leans forward, taking it in her mouth, and I grin.

“Lick it clean,” I instruct, slapping her ass with my wet palm. Does she realize how fucking incredible she is? Gripping her bare hips, I pull her onto me, and her moans are muffled by a mouthful of pink silicone.

“How do you taste?”

She moans again and I chuckle. “What’s the matter, is your mouth full?”

I carefully watch how she responds to my taunting, but the way her body pulses tells me everything I need to know. She likes it, and I reward her with another spank. Each snap of my hips pushes the dildo deeper into her mouth. “Just because I’m taking you from behind, doesn’t mean I get to miss out on how pretty you look like this. You’re breathtaking, Jordan.”

She moans, and I close my eyes, committing her sounds to memory.

“You took me down your throat with all my piercings, this should be no problem for you, right?” Inching closer, the toy is pushed deeper. I brace one arm on the mirror above her head so I can lean forward and wipe the drool from her mouth with my thumb. “Show me how well you take a cock in your throat.” I lightly slap her cheek.

Another clench. Goddamn, she’s a dream.

She gags and retreats.

“Relax.” I graze my palm down her spine and over her ass. She exhales through her nose and lets her shoulders droop slightly. Then, like a fucking pornstar, she wriggles her head side to side as she forces more down. I thrust inside and push forward, grunting.

“Tap the floor if it’s too much.”

As her face pinkens into a purple, my erection throbs harder. A tear slips below the blindfold, and I melt at the image of this sweet girl being so depraved and loving every second. I slide out and slam back inside. Her pussy pulses, the orgasm building and building. I stare in awe as I fuck her with long strokes. Another tear rolls down, and I grab her hair and pull.

She’s making me a little nervous. “Slap the floor when you need a breath,” I remind her. “You’re too precious to let suffocate.” It’s no use, Jordan’s sacrificing her oxygen for her climax. So fucking sexy. She whimpers from the back of her throat.

“Fuck, you’re close.” She’s impossibly tight. If I pulled out, I’m not sure I could get back in. With one hand fisting her messy hair, my other slaps her ass, and her back arches. Damn. Her hand strikes the floor. I yank her back to give her air, and she comes.

“Deep breath for me, Jordan. Deep breath⁠—”

She gasps.

“That’s my girl,” I praise, kissing her shoulder. She’s a slice of fucking heaven as she constricts around me.

She coughs, splutters, and makes the sexiest sounds, the redness fading from her face. With a runny nose, drool leaks from the side of her mouth. Daddy’s little princess is a mess. I peel off the necktie and clean her up with it.

“You did amazing,” I say. She surprises me every day. I withdraw, and she whimpers, sitting up on her knees.

“I want more.”

“Okay, Sunshine . . .”

“I call shotgun on your pussy,” I say, unbuttoning my shirt and shrugging it off. I find the bottle of lubricant from my bedside table, kick off my pants, and lay them on the valet before I sit facing the mirror. I want to watch her ride my cock from behind.

“Take a seat.”

She straddles me, sinks down, and I groan. There are pussies, and then there’s Jordan’s pussy. The way it hugs me . . . Fuck.

“Lay your chest on top of mine.” She leans forward until her tits are pressed against me, and I glance behind her, seeing her ass in the mirror spread wide for me. Feels good to be the luckiest motherfucker in the world. I lube up my finger, her ass, and the toy.

“Ready?”

She nods against my shoulder. “I’m going to stretch you out first, but I want you to pretend it’s someone else touching you. Remember how you used to imagine someone else fucking you from behind? Just like that. Except it’s me and whoever you want—as long as it’s not Brett.” As I push inside, knuckle deep, I turn my lips into her hair and press a kiss to her temple, whispering, “He’s so fucking hard for you.”

Her breathing turns shallow, and she moans. Her internal flutter tells me she loves it.

“I think you’re ready. Still doing okay?”

“Yes,” she pants.

This sweet cunt is all mine. Goddamn, this girl is the greatest. I smile as I whisper in her ear again, “Be my sweet fucking girl and let him fill up your ass.”

Her lips part. “Jesus, Cam.”

I chuckle and bring the sparkly toy to her rear entrance. She’s tight, but the lube helps it fit. She pushes up onto her elbows and bites her lip. Her gaze stays on me as she takes every inch.

“Any pain?”

“In the best way . . . keep going.”

“Breathe through it. You’re doing incredible.” I’m so proud of her. Thank god she doesn’t have a monster dildo, or this wouldn’t work, she’s almost too tight as it is. A soft moan leaves her lips, and her walls close in around me as her ass is filled. It feels great on my end too, sliding over my cock buried inside. I’m itching to thrust. I need to fuck her, and it’s taking every ounce of patience to stay relaxed. I gotta take my mind off it.

“So, who’s part of our threesome?”

“Dean Winchester.” At least she didn’t say Big Bird or some shit. I like kink, but I draw the line at puppets.

I laugh. “Sure, I’d rub dicks with him.”

She laughs but sobers quickly when I speak about her like she’s not even here, trying to feed her objectification kink. I want to check off everything on her list, be all her firsts.

“Fuck, I love this pussy. I bet her ass is just as tight as it looks . . . I knew it. You should see the look on her face, she loves this.”

She searches my eyes and gawks at me.

“Our little sub’s so stuffed she doesn’t know what to do.” It’s bizarre talking to an imaginary person, but it makes her grip me so hard, I can’t stop.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers.

Her fingers grasp my shoulders, and she rocks back and forth. Here we fucking go. A rasp slips out, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I love that sound.

“Doesn’t she have a pretty voice? See if you can get her to make that noise again.” I glide out half the length of the dildo and push it back inside her again. It works, the sexiest moan leaves her lips, and I bite my lip. Her forehead dips to mine, and she looks me right in the eyes. I smile back and keep up the charade.

The blissed-out expression on her face melts me.

“Fuck, look at her take it. She’s doing so well.” She smiles bigger. I let the toy sit in her ass while I delve one hand into her hair and rub the thumb of my other hand over her lips. “Yeah, she’s such a sweet slut,” I whisper. My lips press to hers, and she sucks in a deep breath through her nose, writhing against me.

“More.”

I wrap one arm around her waist and slide her up and down my cock in time with the toy.

“I could fuck you forever.”

She mewls, her inhales and exhales becoming more desperate. She’s going to come.

Grabbing the toy, I pull out and thrust it back inside her, harder than before.

She gasps. “Again.”

“You like getting fucked and shared?” I slap her cheek and kiss it. “Letting two men fill you up at the same time.”

She grinds and backs into the pink toy, making me grin.

“The things you crave go much deeper than you let on. And at the bottom, you want to be degraded and praised and used. It’s as if you want to bring me to my knees—well guess what, Sunshine? You fucking do.”

Another slap. She groans, it’s desperate and aggressive.

Her thighs shake against my sides.

“You poor thing, never having anyone fuck you like the dirty girl you are . . . I’ll take good care of you.”

She drops her mouth open. She’s struggling so hard. Her knees knock my ribs as she trembles.

“Relax for us.” Her arousal is sliding all over. I look behind her. “Should we make her finish? She’s so pretty coming. You gotta feel how tight she gets, it’s unbelievable.”

She grits her teeth and whimpers, trying to keep it in.

“Feeling you clamp down on me is the greatest. Show him how tight you are when you come. Drain our cocks until we’re empty.”

I pump the toy in and out of her asshole and bring my other hand to her throat, lifting and forcing her to look at me. She claws at my chest, and I see the fire in her eyes. The real her, bare and exposed like it’s the first time she’s let it out. She shivers and moans on top of me. Her choked sobs are intoxicating, like she can’t take a breath. Every spastic snapping of her hips has me reeling.

I pout and patronize her with a mocking voice. “That’s it. Oh, it feels so good, doesn’t it?”

She tightens, and it leaves me breathless. Her hips flex, and she rides me like she was built for this—built for me. I love watching her fall apart. “Fuck, Sunshine.” I lick up the side of her neck, and she trembles. Her grinding becomes erratic. She gasps and clenches down on me.

And screams.

Her cries of pleasure ignite an inferno in my chest. “Fuck!” It takes every ounce of concentration to continue deep long strokes with my cock and the dildo as she pulses around me. It sends me over a cliff, and I haul her against my chest as I come inside her with a grunt, filling her with my cum for the second time tonight.

“Christ, Jordan. You did so well . . . You were perfect, I’m so proud of you, baby.”

Her pussy throbs, still twitching from the orgasm. With a heaving chest against mine, she sobs. She’s doing something to me. I relax, even though my mind is panicking. I want more.

“I’ve got you.” Sliding her hair to the side, my fingers trail up and down her bare back with a feather touch while I plant soft kisses on her scalp. “You’re okay.” We lie together, coming down from our high until silence surrounds us.

After a bit, she sighs with a big exhale. “Oh my god. I-I can’t believe . . .”

I smile. “Did you like it?”

Her giggle makes my shoulders relax, then she breaks into a full laugh. We crack up together. I’m relieved she’s okay. I love that smile and the sound of her laughter.

“Fuck, you are so hot. How are you feeling?”

“Terrific.” I like feeling her breathing settle again.

“How about a shower?”

“Mm.” Her hair sticks to my neck as she nods.

“Say goodbye to Mr. Winchester.” Carefully, I remove the dildo from her ass, set it aside, then roll us to the side and pull out.

“It feels so weird,” she murmurs. “I feel so . . .”

“Empty?”

“Yeah.”

I stand and hold out my hand for her to take. She stands on wobbly legs.

“You look like a baby giraffe.” I scoff. She’s quite cute after she’s been thoroughly fucked.

“You try getting taken in two places at the same time and tell me you wouldn’t walk like this.”

Laughing, I stride past her into my en suite bathroom and turn on the shower, letting the room fill with steam. I open the medicine cabinet, grab a painkiller, then pass it to her with a glass of water.

“Drink the whole thing.”

I stand back and watch, her throat bobbing as she finishes it and hands me back an empty glass.

“Good girl.” I smirk, and she smacks my arm.

I sit on the bench in the walk-in shower and motion for her to take a seat next to me. Goose bumps rise on her arms, and I slide my palms up and down her chilled flesh.

“You did really well. You’re strong as hell, you know that?”

The corner of her mouth tips up. “Really?”

“Yeah, you jumped in the deep end tonight. I loved having my cock in you while you took that toy up your ass . . . though, not gonna lie, I was a little jealous.”

“Is there a reason you didn’t want to fuck my ass?”

“It was your first time, my piercings would have torn you up.”

“Can we still try it sometime?”

She says all the right things.

I massage her shoulders and dig my thumbs into a knot in her back. “Of course.” I kiss her spine. “Anything you want.”

This is aftercare, that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less. I don’t catch feelings—bullshit.

My thoughts turn on me.

I’ve been saying I’m not into her romantically for weeks, but even I don’t believe myself anymore. My actions say differently. I don’t know what I want with Jordan, but fuck it, I want something.

“Do you want to stay with me tonight?” I ask.

“Um,” she hesitates, her voice dimming. “No, I’ll go back to my bed.”

My hands freeze. Ouch. I didn’t expect it to go that way, and I didn’t expect it to sting so much. I’ve never invited a woman to spend the whole night with me, and if they do, it’s never in my bed. The first time I offer and I’m turned down. Maybe I’m really not her type.

“Works for me, birthday girl,” I answer flippantly. With my arm wrapped tightly around her, I secure Jordan to my chest and swallow down the lump in my throat.

Shit.