The Heartbreakers

14.

No Angel

Jameson

TRUTH BE TOLD, A HUNDREDbucks would be a more than adequate fine for leaving me and Peyton working on freestyle routines and wingsuit mods respectively yesterday. It’s not like Channing provides much contribution to those tasks anyway. He’s irreplaceable as a team member for his stunts—and he’s the best BASE jumper out of the three of us—and when it comes to physical training. We can forgo paying a trainer because Chan takes care of it for us. That’s what his college degree is about.

But yesterday Channing would’ve been a distraction more than anything.

Maybe forcing him to watch today, unable to touch Lenley, is an asshole move on my part, but I never said I was an angel. I have no problem admitting that I feel salty that he got an entire night alone with Lenley and this is my way of getting even.

Because believe me when I tell you that if they hadn’t bumped into Lenley’s mom last night, Channing would’ve taken her v-card.

There’s no way he would’ve been able to keep his ridiculously big cock away from our girl.

So while I know this is petty, I’d be lying if I said that I don’t feel a perverse satisfaction in forcing him to watch while Peyton and I give Lenley a lesson about the basics of blow jobs.

“Go sit over there, Chan!” I nod toward the recliner that sits opposite the three-seater couch that’s the focal point of our living room. “And you come here, princess.” I coax her, offering her my hand and pulling her to me again when she takes it.

My eyes meet Peyton’s over Lenley’s head and my best friend and team captain nods. He knows I love to have control of every situation; this is why I do freestyle. Skydiving is almost as uncontrollable as a sport can be and by forcing my body into choreography while I fly and glide for a few precious minutes, I feel like I’m controlling the impossible. That feeling makes me hard every single time I jump, but not as hard as our beautiful Lenley.

I can’t wait to get to know her body and for her to get to know mine; to enjoy her alone and with my friends. Staying away from parties and groupies sounded like a real pain in our asses, but having Lenley to teach and corrupt makes the upcoming season even more exciting. Sticking it to Penn and the Angels in the meantime; it’s just the cherry on top.

I touch my lips to hers and they’re as soft as I remembered them from the other day.

She allows me in when I trace the seam of her mouth with my tongue and when she kisses me back, I cup both her cheeks with my hands. Fuck, she learns fast. Her kisses were a little too sloppy at first, but after I told her how I like to be kissed, she’s taken it in her stride.

Her lips massage mine, while her tongue explores my mouth, hot and hungry but submissive at the same time.

Every daring swipe of it against mine goes straight to my aching cock and I want more.

Peyton is standing behind her, gliding his lips down her neck and toying with the tie of the little wrap dress Lenley is wearing today.

When my best friend unties the piece of fabric that keeps Lenley’s dress closed, I immediately grab the two halves of her dress, making it slide down her shoulders and onto the living room floor.

“Fuck.” I exhale, taking a step back to look at her when I realize that she isn’t wearing a bra under her dress.

Peyton’s arms surround her from behind and he cups her tits with both hands.

They’re perky and big, definitely more than a handful. Her pink nipples harden when Peyton begins massaging her tits, pushing them together.

“Fuck,” I repeat, imagining my cock right there on her creamy skin, fucking the incredibly tight space between them.

I almost deviate from my plan because the urge to fuck her tits is so strong that I feel myself twitch in my pants. And if this was any of the hookups I’m used to, I totally would.

But this is the beauty of our deal with Lenley; we have time to play and explore and there’s no reason to change course.

However, I’m dying to feel those tits and I drag her and Peyton toward the couch.

My face is at the right height as I sit down and I twirl the tip of my tongue around the silky, stiff peak of one of her nipples.

“Oh.” She half-gasps, half-moans.

I close my mouth around her nipple and suck, grazing with my teeth when her fingers tangle with the slightly longer hair on the top of my head, pulling my face closer.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” Peyton groans, grinding his hips against Lenley’s perfect ass. “I want to taste her tits too.”

He steps away from behind her, coming to take a seat next to me on the couch.

Peyton takes care of the other nipple, pinching it between his fingers before giving her a soft bite.

“Oh my God!” Lenley moans and when Peyton licks her to soothe the sting he just caused, I do the same on her other nipple.