Page 2 of Taking It Off
“You three are impossible. I got caught up with work and lost track of time. Sorry,” I try to avoid talking about work, because I’m not sure how they’d take the news if they knew what I do for a living. Either job, really. Most guys claim that they’d be okay dating a cam girl, but it always turns into accusations and jealousy. I’d rather avoid that if I can. Besides, what the four of us have is pretty casual. We mostly hang out, and occasionally fuck.
“Oh, that smells amazing! What did you make, Luke?” I ask as I enter the kitchen. It smells like an Italian restaurant in here, and I can’t quite make out what dish it could be.
“Lasagna, salad, and tiramisu. I don’t think you understand how hard it is to keep these two from starting without you,” he jokes, kissing my cheek. I wrap my arms around him and squeeze.
“Well, let’s not make them wait any longer,” I say, dragging him toward the dining room. I swear this apartment is three times the size of mine. I have no idea how we’re even in the same building. But I’m glad we are. Otherwise, I’d be eating take out way more than I do.
I help Luke take the food to the table and find Will setting the plates and silverware around. “It’s about time you got here.”
“Were you having trouble keeping the other two in line?” I ask, guessing that he’s teasing me too.
“Nope. I just missed your face, that’s all,” he says before pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard. If I didn’t know better, I would think we were a couple. But the four of us agreed to keep things casual, because they all want me, and I can’t make a decision that would hurt any of them.
When he breaks the kiss, I can’t help teasing him. “Kissing a girl like that will make her think you have ulterior motives.”
Will winks at me, “What if I do?” My cheeks flush and I twist out of his arms. I practically run away any time one of them says anything that might take our arrangement to the level of relationship. There’s no way I can balance dating the three of them with my other two lives. Is there?
During dinner, I try not to think about what I have to do later. I don’t mind killing someone who deserves it; honestly, it gets me going. So maybe if I focus on that part of it, I can have some fun before I have to get dirty.
“Why don’t you just stay tonight?” Jeremy asks as Luke and Will clear the aftermath of dinner from the table. The offer is tempting, especially since I’d like to get them all naked, but I can’t delay my job any longer. Gaining access to Davis’ system took a week longer than it should have. There’s no telling how many women are suffering because of that delay.
“I can’t. I have to work later,” I say, not thinking that one of them will question me about my job. I’m usually very careful not to mention work because I don’t like answering their inquiries. Fuck. Realization dawns just as a smirk crosses Jeremy’s face.
“You know that you don’t have to work if you don’t want to. We’ll take care of you. Between the three of us, we have plenty of money,” he offers. It’s sweet, but this is supposed to be casual, and that sounds more like commitment. I can’t handle this conversation.
I slide from my chair and onto his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean in and kiss him. Straddling him, I can feel exactly what the kiss does to him. My tongue strokes his as I grind against his growing cock. Hums of approval tell me the moment Will and Luke reenter the room. I don’t let go of Jeremy or stop kissing him.
A moment later, I feel body heat on either side of me. I’m essentially boxed in, and I love it. I break the kiss and whisper, “Why don’t we have some fun before I have to go?”
None of them respond, but I’m scooped up and carried to Will’s room. He tosses me gently on the bed, laughing when I bounce. I can’t help laughing with him until the look in his eyes sobers me. Will is suddenly serious and I’m not sure if I like it.
The three of them stand next to the bed, staring down at me. Before I can say anything, they’ve stripped down and are climbing in the bed with me. I look my fill, like I always do when they take this approach. I don’t mind when they put me on display for them, either, but there’s something special about being able to stare at their chiseled naked bodies while they stalk toward me.
Luke captures my lips with his while Jeremy drags my leggings off and tosses them aside. He breaks the kiss long enough for Will to pull my sweatshirt off and throw it wherever my leggings landed. I expect him to come back and kiss me more, but the three of them freeze and exchange a look.
“What? You’re making me paranoid,” I say, feeling insecure for the first time with them.
“Well, that explains the body glitter,” Luke says with a chuckle.
“I’m definitely not mad at it,” Jeremy responds.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, not understanding what they’re talking about.
“Em, we know your secret,” Will says with a smirk. Oh, fuck. How did they figure out that I’m a secret assassin?
“What? I don’t have any secrets,” I insist, hoping I can get them off my trail. How did these three figure me out when no one has been able to catch me in the past five years I’ve been doing this?
“Come on, Em,” Jeremy says.
“It’s okay, doll. We’re not upset. If anything, it’s a major turn on,” Luke adds. Wait, what the fuck is he talking about? They get turned on by murder? Hmm…this could be interesting.
“We watched your live stream earlier, Jasmin,” Will says. My eyes widen and I feel my cheeks heat. Oh. That secret. Okay, this isn’t completely ruined.
“You’re not weirded out by it? Some guys would be.” I bite my lower lip and furrow my brow.
Jeremy licks his lips. “As long as we know you’re saving that tight, wet, pussy for us, you can show it to whoever you want, Em.” His words rattle through me and I’m even wetter than I was. I should be upset because his statement is a lot like giving me permission, but I’m too turned on to worry about that right now.
Will grabs my thong and peels it off me. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste you. That stream was hot, and I’ve been waiting for you to come over all day.” He buries his face in my mound, sniffing deeply before lapping his tongue along my slit.