Page 125 of Double Dare
Kade and I don’t usually look at each other during our sex escapades, but there’s time for a quick glance to mutually agree on how insanely sexy Laken looks right now.
She’s spread out on our bed, naked, blindfolded and writhing. The blindfold was for us—so we knew who was doing what, but it’d be a mystery to her. Her skin is slightly sheened in perspiration, and her rib tattoos are heaving with the force of her breathing. The dim lighting adds an edge to the scene, and her wild blond hair, spanned out on the blanket, is tangled and messy. Pent up, needy, anticipatory and a little nervous, she waits for us to make our next move. The build up has happened, and now it’s time to do this damn thing.
Laken gets impatient, sitting up to reach for us, but Kade pushes on the middle of her chest until she’s flat on her back again.
“Told you not to move, Bossy.” She can hear the growl in his voice, but she can’t see the smirk on his face.
We had a bit of a pep talk before this thing started. Kade told me not to touch his dick, and I told him the same, and then we got over it and didn’t figure there was much else to say. We’ve both been fantasizing about this particular scenario since we agreed to this new type of relationship, but now that we’re actually about to do it, something dawns on me. It’s about her, not us. Yeah, we want it, but we want it to be pleasurable for her. It’s about her ability to find her limits and push her boundaries, find new forms of pleasure, and chase her own fantasies. That might be the hottest thing about it.
Kade asked me if I was nervous because of her past sexual history, and I said no. Not even a little. I’m aware of her past, but I’m not scared of it. Ever since Laken told me not to treat her like a victim, I’ve stuck to that and I don’t intend to change. Trust in each other is what makes this possible, and I don’t fear it because I know she’s comfortable and brave enough to speak up if she doesn’t like something.
“What’s taking so long?” Laken asks, impatient as fuck. “I’m not even wet anymore.”
One more quick glance at Kade and we both nod. Here we go.
“Should I prove you wrong, Laken?” I step up to her, tugging on her legs to slide her body to the edge of the bed. My fingers run through her arousal, spreading her wetness from ass to clit. “Feel pretty wet to me, love.”
“Who’s impatient now, Bossy?” Kade goads her, running a hand up her calf. “Front or back, Jed?”
The question is for show because we already sorted the logistics out. We just want to keep her guessing, so she focuses on the mystery of it instead of any pain that might come.
A phone vibrates on the nightstand.
“Let me watch,” Laken begs, reaching for us again.
Kade grabs her wrists, pinning them above her head to lean over her body. “What did I tell you about moving, Laken?” He clucks his tongue in reprimand. “Stop. Fucking. Moving.”
It’s this shit that makes me want to watch them. Aggression, fights for dominance, threats and control games are their thing, and it gets my dick hard when I hear it, so I’ve wondered what it’d be like to witness it all play out.
“Jed?” Laken breathes my name.
“Right here, love.” I step between her legs and run the head of my cock through her slit. I’m done being patient. I line up and slam inside of her, biting my lip at the way she tightens around my cock.
“Fuck, Jed,” she moans against Kade’s lips. My favorite sound.
A phone vibrates on the nightstand.
“You ready for both of us, Laken?” I ask as I push into her.
“Yes.”
“You promise you’ll communicate?” Kade double-checks, pinching her nipples as a bit of incentive.
“I promise.”
I pull out and switch places with her. Still blindfolded, I bring her onto my lap and lower her down onto my cock. “So fucking sexy, Laken.” I kiss her lips and weave my fingers into her hair as Kade steps up behind her, his palm cracking against her asscheek.
She gasps, but it’s raspy and sexy.
A phone rings on the nightstand.
I pull her down with me, keeping my cock inside her so Kade has more access.
A phone rings on the nightstand.
“Jesus fucking fuck,” Kade snaps, grabbing the phone to check who it is. “It’s Bo. Seven times. All our phones.”
I sit up and pull the blindfold off Laken. That’s not like Bo. He’s a call once and never call again type.