Ruthless Kings (Windsor Academy 2)

Jazz gives me a saucy smile and sinks down on my cock, inch by inch until her ass is in my lap.

Ho-ly fuck.

I groan, firmly grabbing her hips. “Hold up a sec.”

Jazz whimpers. “Kingston, I can’t. I need to move.”

“Just give me a second,” I choke out.

This is even better than I imagined, and I’ve imagined it a helluva lot with Jazz. I’ve never fucked without a condom before—never trusted a chick enough not to pull the oops baby thing with me.

“How does it feel, man?”

Shit, I almost forgot he was here. Bentley’s eyes are rooted to the spot where Jazz and I are joined.

I guide Jazz slowly up my shaft and back down again, testing my resolve. “So much tighter. Hotter. Wetter. So fucking good.”

Jazz doesn’t waste any time as soon as I loosen my hold. She braces one hand on my shoulder, the other behind her on my thigh. Her tits are pointed to the ceiling as she rolls her hips, riding me like it’s her sole fucking purpose on this earth.

“God,” she pants. “I almost forgot how full you make me feel.”

I lean forward and lave each of her nipples with my tongue as she bounces on my dick.

Bentley throws his head back, closing his eyes, listening to the sounds of our skin slapping against each other. Jazz watches as he strokes himself, grunting as he likely imagines her on top of him instead of me. Her curious eyes flicker to mine, and I immediately know what she wants.

We’re both well aware I can’t really tell her what to do, but I appreciate the fact she's seeking permission to touch another guy's cock while mine is inside her. There's no way in hell I'm watching her put his dick in her mouth—I don't think I could ever get that image out of my head—but I'm okay if she uses her hand to get him off. It is proper foreplay etiquette to return the favor and all.

I incline my head, giving her the green light.

Bentley’s eyes fly open when Jazz reaches out and cups his balls. “Oh, fuck!”

He watches in awe, mouth open in shock as she wraps her hand around his. “Bent, I wanna touch you.”

He seeks me out, doing almost the exact same thing Jazz did a minute ago. That move right there tells me he’s accepted what he wasn’t willing to admit before now. Jazz is mine, and he's never going to have a real shot with her. He knows I would never consider going bareback otherwise. I give him a slight nod, silently granting approval.

When Jazz spits on her palm and fists Bentley's dick, I take over, thrusting into her from below. He groans every time she twists her hand a little as she reaches the flared head, before gliding back down. I've reached my limit of watching them, so I hook my hand behind her neck and pull her into another kiss. This one’s not even a little bit gentle. It’s hard. It’s fast. It’s claiming. She may be jerking Fitzgerald off right now, but that doesn’t make her any less mine.

When I rip my mouth away, we're both panting. I'm sure my eyes are as wild as hers. I can tell she's close, and I'm not going to last much longer, so I thumb her clit, giving her that extra boost she needs to fall over the edge. When Jasmine comes, she strangles my dick so tightly, I'm actually worried I might lose circulation for a moment. The second she stops spasming around me, I give a few more hard thrusts before I'm spilling inside her.

My head falls to her chest, and out of the corner of my eye, I see thick ropes of Bentley's cum shooting out of him. My jaw clenches as the sticky substance coats Jazz's hand while she strokes him through the aftershocks. I'm well aware of what's happening, and that her hand just made it happen, but that doesn’t mean I have to like his mark on her. In fact, I fucking hate it, but I will myself to calm down for Jazz’s sake. I knew what I was getting myself into when we started this, and I’m sure as shit not going to do anything that will make

her feel guilty.

Jazz rests her head on top of mine, and we all take a minute to catch our breath. Bentley reaches down and grabs the shirt he was wearing, using it to clean Jazz's hand. She sits up, observing him removing any trace of him from each one of her fingers. When Bent's done, he offers her a bashful smile.

She leans to the side as he cups his hands around her face and presses a quick kiss against her lips. “Thank you, baby girl.”

She releases a surprised laugh, making me choke back a groan since I'm still inside her. "What are you thanking me for? I'm the one who came twice."

Bentley grins. “Naw, girl. That was hot as fuck, and believe me when I say the pleasure was all mine.” His expression takes a serious turn. “I was thanking you for trusting me enough to do that.” He flicks his finger between the three of us. “To do this. You have my word that what happened here tonight will never leave this room.”

Jazz’s cheeks flush as she gives him a soft smile. “Thanks, Bent.”

Bentley stands and pulls his pants back on. Putting one hand on my shoulder, he says, "I'm going to shower and hit the hay. You know where the guest room is."

“Yep,” I confirm.

After he leaves the room, Jazz presses her lips to the corner of my mouth. “So, what now?”