The Heartbreakers

His smile widens. “Don’t be. I guess if I expect you to taste my cum, it’s only fair I try it too. But aside from what happened at the end, that was really great head, Lenley. I really like the way your mouth feels and the way you licked me was fucking perfect, as if you knew exactly where and how. My favorite thing though? It was how you kept looking into my eyes while you were sucking me off. It made it so much fucking hotter.”

It’s the way he’s looking at me. With heat and desire in those intense blue eyes. He was looking at me the same way on the beach, right before he kissed me.

It makes me feel like there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to have him look at me that way again.

Stay away from them, they’re bad news. Everyone in town calls them The Heartbreakers.

Darrius’ words ring in my ears and for the first time since I met Peyton and his teammates, I’m truly scared.

I inhale deeply, trying to will my heart to calm down its furious pace.

As long as I’m with them just to learn how to get Darrius’ attention, they can’t hurt me; as long as they don’t have my heart, they can’t break it. It’s a pure and simple business transaction. Just like Peyton said, I’m one of them. If I’m a heartbreaker, then I should be immune from the kind of havoc the guys have caused since they came to Star Cove.

I tell myself that over and over, especially when Jameson’s smoldering gray eyes meet mine and he offers me his hand. “Come here, princess.”

I follow him willingly, letting him drag me to his side of the couch, where he’s been sitting this entire time; watching me and Peyton and stroking himself slowly, almost lazily.

Jameson’s height is similar to Peyton’s, well over six feet tall. He’s the most slender of the three Devils, but he’s as fit and muscular as the other two. His chiseled body looks like it’s carved in stone, his skin is tanned and smooth, taut over hard, sculpted muscle.

Another difference between him and his two best friends is that his body is like a blank canvas, there’s no hair but also no ink anywhere on his skin.

He kisses the corner of my lips, letting his mouth descend along my jaw and neck, sucking on a sensitive spot on my shoulder, right where my collarbone starts.

I moan my approval, feeling my body respond to his licking and sucking by tightening everywhere; my nipples and the spot between my thighs.

Jameson isn’t gentle, he’s grazing me with his teeth, pulling me closer as his strong hands are massaging my buttocks.

I’m so wet that I fear it’s going to leak down my thighs, but I guess after what I just did to Peyton in front of the other two, it doesn’t make sense to be embarrassed. Because I’m about to do it again.

“Oh!” I gasp when Jameson suddenly leaves my neck to bite on one of my nipples.

A devilish grin appears on his soft lips and he’s so fucking handsome that I slide down his body, kneeling between his thick, muscled thighs as soon as he pushes down on my shoulder.

Our eyes are locked together for an intense, unnerving moment; just like when I kissed him for the first time, I’m desperate to please him. I don’t know what it is with the dark-haired Devil, but his undeniable charm hides a darker streak that calls to me like a siren’s song.

He smirks as my eyes rake down his washboard abs, his defined Adonis belt and his hard, throbbing cock.

He’s maybe a little longer than Peyton but not quite as thick. The smooth head of his cock is less rounded compared to both his best friends; it’s a little more pointy, giving him a more aggressive look overall.

I run the tip of my finger over a pronounced vein straight underneath the head, closing my fingers around the base and swirling my tongue around the silky skin of his tip.

I do it once, twice, surprised by Jameson’s composure; by the fact that his smirk doesn’t falter and his breathing remains calm and steady even after a few passes of my tongue.

“Am I doing something wrong?” I ask.

“No,” he drawls calmly.

“Then, why—”

His tone is firm but relaxed, exactly like when I kissed him the first time and he told me what didn’t work for him. “Every man is different, princess. What you’re doing feels good. I mean, there’s no wrong way to give a blowjob and any guy would be fucking excited that you’re willing. But you won’t get me off the same way you did with Peyton. He likes to have his tip licked and a lot of teasing with your tongue, I’m more into being ‘sucked off.’”

I nod, taking his dick in my mouth and gliding it up and down his shaft, managing to fit in just a couple of inches.

He keeps his eyes on me the entire time, watching me as I work on him.

I’m looking for any sign that he likes it, but with Jameson, I probably should have expected full feedback.

“Seal your lips over my tip a little tighter,” he says firmly, but there’s an underlying kindness to his tone.

His deep, velvety voice is doing things to me that are hard to explain; if before I was eager to please him, now I’m desperate to make him feel good.

More instructions come my way as soon as my lips are tightly wrapped around his tip. “Make sure to cover your teeth, Lenley. Wet is good, a little tongue is great but teeth are a no for me.”

I do as I’m told and move my mouth down his shaft, managing just a couple of inches and then going back up. I use my tongue to tease that vein I noticed before but I don’t get the reaction I was hoping for.

“That’s much better.” He smiles. “But you need to take more of me into your mouth.”

I stop in my tracks, releasing his dick from my mouth and shaking my head. “I don’t think I can, Jameson. You’re way too big for that. I went as far as I can without gagging.”

He scoots closer to me, one of his big hands coming up to cup the side of my face. “You can do it. You just need to breathe deeply and relax your throat to let me in. I promise that this time I’ll be gentle and not fuck your mouth. I’ll let you set the pace. But I’m more sensitive around the base of my cock, princess. So the more of me you can take in, the better it’s going to feel.”

He’s still being kind, but it’s impossible to miss the hint of challenge in his deep voice.

And while a part of me is scared to choke to death on Jameson’s long dick, another part of me really wants to win. Just the idea of seeing the charming and composed Jameson crumble and beg me not to stop the same way Peyton just did, is enough to make me burn with desire.