Beats (14 page)

He continues feeding my pussy the cock it craves. I’m dizzy. Swooning. Needy. Worked up beyond belief, I recall his earlier vow and venture into rocky territory. “Can we try something?”

“Anything, baby.”

I hesitate.

He stops. “Tell me what you want.”

“Take my ass like you said you would.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I wish I could take them back. I’m such a whore.

The corners of his lips bow upward. “You’re serious?”

I nod a little too eagerly.

He slips out of my pussy and sets me on my feet. “I’ll go slow, baby. Real slow.”

I saunter over to the bed, pick up the lube, and squirt a hearty dose of it onto his cock. Oh my God, what the hell am I doing? This thing is
huge
, and the beads are going to rip me to shreds. I bend over, crushing my breasts to the mattress, ass at attention.

“Just do it.” I spread my butt cheeks and bury my face in the rumpled sheets. Let the Catholic guilt devour me later. Right now, I have a man to satisfy. And maybe myself too, if I’m lucky.

His lips fall to my back. He drops a few barely there kisses, then his tongue traces a path up my tingling spine. So damn slow. I jerk, urging him to hurry, but he takes his sweet time. My skin is on fire everywhere he touches me. My muscles ache. I squirm. He holds me down, firm but not stifling. Oh, the thrill of defying him. The lure of testing his strength and his will. The temptation of seeing how far my conscience will let me go with him.

His tongue stops at my nape where the hairs have staged a protest. His sheathed cock rests on my butt crack, a physical contract guaranteeing illicit things to come. My entire body is a live wire desperate for release. I palm his dick and press it to my hole.

Hands caress the backs of my arms, and he leans against me. “Are you sure?” His whisper beside my ear scatters my thoughts, tangles my brain waves. Need consumes me.

“God, yes. Do it.” I split my legs a little more, hike up my butt, and welcome him inside. The initial stab elicits a huge gasp as pain courses from my ass up my spine and explodes in a blinding blast behind my eyes. I actually lose my vision for a second, it hurts so bad. I bite my lip, squeeze my lids shut. Shouldn’t have tried to take so much so fast. I slide him out and steal a couple of seconds to regroup. Shit, that was only about two inches. He’s got at least seven more to go.

“I can’t…” Toombs backs up, but I grab his arm to keep him in place.

“No. Do it again.” I try out my best Domme voice and fail miserably.

“I won’t hurt you, Jinx.” He sounds as if he’s trying to convince himself, rather than me.

Turning my head to stare at him behind me, I guide him again.
Easy, Jinx. Inhale deeply. Let it out.
“Push it in slow.”

He regards me for a long moment as some hidden, internal battle rages behind his eyes. He paws some hair away from my face, leans over my shoulder, and graces me with another long, lazy kiss. Pressure increases down below, but his lips soothe my fears and ease the tension holding me hostage. God, his mouth. Always his mouth. Our tongues cross, mingle, explore. More pressure. A pain-filled jerk sneaks past my unwitting muscles. He kisses me through it.

My body loosens.

One bead in.

Breathe.

Two beads.

Relax.

Three.

God, the pain is an exquisite complement to the pleasure his lips gives me. Impaled halfway down Toombs’s deliciously hot cock, I need a few seconds to find my internal balance. When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me. He rolls onto his back, taking me with him, still speared. Staring at the ceiling, I twist my hips up, then plunge down on him, crying out as the beads rip me. The agony is so intense. I’m not sure I can do this.

“Stop.” Fully engaged, he hits the pause button on the butt action and turns his attention to making my pussy wet. He rubs my clit with soft, lazy strokes. My sensory receptors shift from registering only pain to a forbidden mixture of pain and pleasure. In and out his fingers slide while his thumb teases the stud in my hood. He nibbles on my collarbone. I could die a happy woman right now.

“How’s that, baby? Better?” He seems genuinely concerned about getting me off.

I rock my hips to see if I can accommodate those last two beads. “It’s perfect.”

God, he hurts so good. Another bead passes the threshold. My teeth clench. One more to go. He lies perfectly still as I use his body as my fulcrum, balancing between extreme pain and pleasure. Down some more. Deeper, deeper his dick drills. The last pearl catches the rim of my hole and disappears inside. There’s still another inch I don’t think I can get to, but aside from that, he’s totally in.

The fingers priming my pussy speed up, and I focus on the ecstasy building there. He resumes his thrusts. This is torture I shouldn’t be enjoying.

My exhalations are more like gasps. As his thick cock drives in and out, a tear slips down my cheek. I honestly don’t know if it was spawned from the pain, the guilt, or the closeness.

Lips kiss my neck, illicit strokes march my pussy toward an orgasm, and his dick stabs my butt repeatedly like Brutus and friends welcoming Caesar to the Senate on the Ides of March.

I’m five seconds away from the sluttiest, most delicious orgasm of my life, and Toombs stops.

“What’s wrong?” I’m dizzy, breathless again. My head beside his, I thumb his goatee.

His face is flushed. He nods toward the door.

Rax stands there watching, working his sheathed dick like a peeping Tom with a new girl on his stalker list.

Damn it.

“Got room for one more?” Rax grins.

Reprise

“Glad to see you two getting warmed up. Your little wake-up call puts me in the mood for more ass fucking. Jinx, you’re today’s featured dancer on my pole. You okay with that, sweetheart?” He struts to the bed, determination darkening his features.

Toombs and I disengage and sit up. He remains silent. I can’t tell if he’s in trouble with Rax for “disobeying” or if he’s just plain ambivalent. Either way, I wish he’d say
something
.

“Do I have a choice?” I say to Rax. Certainly doesn’t feel like it. The endorphin high from the near orgasm is definitely going to get me into more trouble. All my common sense controls are down. All the party switches are fully engaged. All inhibitions have left the building.

“You
always
have a choice. But you might want to ask yourself whether you’ll regret it later if you pass up a shot at playing the meat in a Rax and Toombs DP sandwich. A lot of women would kill to be standing where you are right now.” He yanks me to my feet and pops my butt with a hard slap. I jump. Tingles roll in waves across my skin.

Rax stares accusingly at Toombs for a long moment and then says to me, “We all came here to fuck. We’ve got a lot of time to fill with lifelong memories. You’d better hop to it, missy, or Toombs gets my cock up his ass again. I get the feeling you don’t like that.”

I’ve had it with Rax’s bullshit. I grab his dick and squeeze. “Lube up.”
Asshole.

Apparent pride fixes the corners of his lips into a Cheshire cat’s grin. While he covers himself with gel, Toombs stands and switches out his condom for a fresh one. I wind my arms around his neck, resume our former standing position, and mount his cock with my pussy.

Bouncing up and down, my breasts hopping, hair sailing, I lean into his lips and say, “We’re not finished.”

The only answer I get is a near smile.

Screw Rax. Toombs is my only concern. The only one I care about getting off. Rax can jerk himself off for all I—

A pair of arms slips under mine, and rough, tattooed hands fondle my breasts. Pressure hits my back door, and I have to slow my hip thrusts. I use Toombs’s concerned face as my anchor to help me through the pain, which isn’t nearly as bad with Rax as it was with him. I seriously love those beads, but they hurt.

Rax ruffles my hair with his words. “Easy does it, eager beaver.” He pushes his cock halfway in. My lungs grapple with the heated air for oxygen.

Toombs has me. He squeezes me a little tighter.

Rax pulls back. Goes deeper. Pulls back. Toombs kisses me through it. On the next stab, whatever barrier blocked the direct line to my brain’s pleasure center gets blown to smithereens. Wires cross and transform the barrage of frenetic sensations from painful to intensely erotic.

Holy shiiit…

Rax is balls deep. He pauses and drizzles more lube between us. Much better.

I close my eyes and listen—
feel
—our three heartbeats mingle. Two belong here, but one’s out of sync.

I don’t want to enjoy Rax’s dick, but my nerve endings have other plans. So, I regain my balance by focusing my senses on Toombs. His angular, rugged face, his macabre tattoos. His warm hands clutching and supporting me. His hard, wiry, inked chest flattening my boobs. The combination of his cinnamon gum and heady body soap. That strong, steady organ giving mine a beat to dance to. And his dick pelting my pussy with 101 reasons to come again.

I stare into Toombs’s eyes. No judgment there, but no emotion, either. Is he pissed that I jumped on Rax without protest? Shit. I hope I haven’t royally screwed up. I mouth the words,
I’m sorry.

He shakes his head slightly and leans into my lips for a gentle kiss. Apology accepted? I’m not sure, but it’s pretty obvious from his eager thrusts that he’s not interested in stopping.

If he’s not, then I’m not, either.

Airtight with two dicks in my holes down below and the lips I want to spend the rest of my life with clamped to my mouth, I surrender to these two bodies once again.

A tug-of-war ensues as Rax and Toombs fight for command of me. I concentrate on Toombs’s sultry lips and the cum-inducing cock beads kissing my beaten clit with each slow plunge. Rax’s onslaught on my ass is brutal, but I’ve lost the ability to care. I absorb his shockwaves as I imagine Toombs must have last night.

“Her ass is even tighter than her sweet little pink pussy,” Rax says to Toombs. He breaks up our kiss with one of his own—targeted on Toombs. I wrestle to regain my place in this power struggle, hugging Toombs harder. I dig my short nails into his skin and rake, hopefully leaving angry red lines in between his tattoos.

Toombs groans into my mouth. “Goddamn it, Jinx.” His speed picks up.

Rax slaps my swollen breasts, my ass, and Toombs’s ass. “Fuck yeah, bitch.”

Thrust, thrust, thrust.
Angrily filling me with that huge tattooed snake dick, Rax has no right to be there. Yet, I can’t turn him away. I’m starting to see why Toombs is so reluctant to fight Rax. There’s an innate charisma about him—a combination of good and bad, lust and anger, right and wrong.

I hate him, but in this moment, my ass can’t get enough of him.

“Harder,” I say, and I push myself faster, balancing between two willing and eager dicks.

Rax bites my shoulder. I smack his thigh. Toombs’s lip curls. He’s jealous. He wants to be hit too, but I can’t do it to him. Rax, I can hit all day long, but not Toombs. Not the man I love.

“Fuck me harder,” I command. Control ebbs out of reach. My own forcefulness scares me. “Fuck me, Toombs. Make my pussy weep.”

His grip around my waist tightens, and his pace increases. I feel his and Rax’s cocks meeting in my middle, threatening to knock down that feeble, fleshy wall determined to keep them apart. Rough. Primal. Intense.

And so fucking good.

Rax’s breaths rattle hard and fast, matching each thrust. “I’m gonna come, Jinx. Where do you want it?”

“No, you don’t.” I stop them both, dismount, and rip off their rubbers at the same time. Grabbing them by their cocks, I lead them over to Toombs’s drums. I quickly adjust the height of the snare to waist level. Rax on my left and Toombs on my right, I position them slightly in front of me, and tap their dicks on the drum, one at a time.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” Rax’s head tips, and pure bliss ravages his features. “Fuck
me
, Jinx…Fuck…”

Using their dicks as drumsticks, I pound out brand new beats to the sexual rhythm Toombs and I created earlier. I stare at Toombs and ignore Rax’s gibberish.

“How does it feel, Toombs?” I snap his cock down hard to accent the upbeat playing in my head and repeat it on every one after.

His eyes glaze. “Like goddamn heaven.” He swipes my chin with a thumb and closes his lids.

A drum roll ensues, and Rax loses control first. White cum stripes the head of the snare. His knees quake, muscle slacken. I rub his still-firing cock through the mess, slathering it with cream. Jesus, Letty was right. Rax is prolific. The expression of pure abandon on his winsome face should be documented for posterity. Too bad my phone’s not handy.

Toombs holds on to his cargo.

“Give me more cum. Add yours to Rax’s. Do it, Toombs.
Now
.”

He clenches his teeth, the muscles in his cheek rippling. His brows inch toward each other. “I can’t. Hit my cock harder, Jinx. Bang the fuck out of it.”

I let go of Rax, and he stumbles backward into the wall. Good. I don’t need him in my way. Squeezing Toombs’s balls with one hand, I scruff his shaft by the beads on top, and beat it against the drumhead.

Bang, bang, bang!

I face him. “You feel that rhythm, Toombs? That’s you and me. Those are our beats. The ones we make together.” I crush his nuts in my palm and kiss him gently.

“Fucking Christ…” he mumbles against my lips. “I’m coming. Oh God, Jinx…”

Putting some muscle into it, I thrash his cock harder, and he releases a heady stream of white, adding to the puddle of Rax’s cum. “Fuck, fuck, fuck you…” One of the jets overshoots the metal rim of the drum. I fall to my knees and open wide to catch the rest.

It’s on my cheek, dripping down my chin, tingling on my taste buds. Toombs is all over my face. And this nice Catholic girl fucking loves it.

I clear a path through the cooling cream on the drum with a languid lick and moan. I’ve lost all control of my body and mind. I’m a quivering mound of scattered DNA in desperate need of reassembly. I wish I could remain lost like this for a few days straight.