Chapter Twelve

“You,” I question, the breath leaving my lungs too quickly as his response bounces around in my skull teasingly. Is he lying? Toying with me?

I’m astonished by the determination on his face, the way his eyes darken but there’s a sort of softness of his features that make my heart palpitate.

I don’t get it.

“Why would you want to? I don’t understand,” I admit. His jaw tenses before he runs fingers through his hair.

“It doesn’t matter.” He stretches his limbs and cracks his neck before he leans back on the bed. “I’m doing it. Is that a problem?” He challenges with raised brows and I’m in no position to argue. The alternative is awful. Utterly awful.

I bite my lip and instead of answering with words, I show my approval by moving to him. I watch his chest rise and fall steadily.

How is he so calm?

My hands are shaking as I lift them to his chest, and he captures them before they make contact. He gives me a questioning look, but I just give a sharp shake of my head and he releases my wrists, letting me continue.

I wanted Jay to be the one, yet I’m even more nerve-wracked with him here. The way he’s looking at me… It’s almost like he truly desires me. But that can’t be it. This has to be out of pity. Or some sick satisfaction of power and control that Jay likes to satisfy. Because there is no real appeal to me.

I glide my hands down his chest to the base of his shirt before I pull it up and off his body. His gorgeous, sculpted abs demand my attention. I use my hands to feel every contour and admire the way they feel.

He’s impressive.

Incredibly muscular.

I flex my fingers along his chest, moving my fingertips along his stomach until I get to his pants.

Oh god.

I toy gently with the denim and he inhales a sharp breath, a gleam in his eyes that portrays he approves of my teasing but he’s growing impatient. I twist my neck to glance at the camera, opening my mouth, prepared to address the camera like it’s Will but I hesitate.

“I-“ I begin, halting as apprehension grips my tongue.

I don’t know if I can do this.

The thought of Will makes me freeze up. A response that’s been beaten into me. Jay cups my chin and forces me to look at him. He nods as if to say “You can do this” before releasing my face and somehow the courage is conjured from his touch.

Will put me through this.

So what do I care what he thinks?

He killed my dog…

I turn back to the camera. “This is for you, Will,” I breathe as I wink at the camera. “What you’ve always wanted,” I goad before I gently push against Jay’s shoulders to lay him flat on the bed. My hands move to his jeans and I skillfully manage to undo them.

Here goes nothing.

I push my hand into his boxers and audibly gasp when my hand touches his dick.

He will destroy my insides… It’s too big.

I attempt to palm his shaft, but my hand can’t wrap fully around his girth. I free him from his clothed imprisonment, and his dick smacks against his belly. My mouth is slack, eyes wide in amazement.

“Jay,” I whisper his name, momentarily frozen with shock. Jay decides to take over and reaches for the hand I have wrapped around his shaft before he covers my hand with his and begins to guide my movements just the way he likes.

He’s much bigger than Will.

Much more of a man.

“This is what a real man feels like,” I mutter and Jay shudders as my hold tightens slightly and I begin moving my hand on my own accord. He removes his hand and lets me take control. “There’s nothing comparable. This is the thickest I’ve ever seen.”

I moan as I stroke him, making sure to glance back at the camera. It’s angled enough to see the movement of my hand as I peer daringly at the lens.

I hope Will chokes when he sees this.

I hope he feels helpless and angry.

I hope it tears him down inside.

I just want him to suffer.

I lick my lips, tempted to make this video the filthiest I possibly can. I lean forward, capturing Jay’s throbbing member in my mouth where I savor the taste, making sure to widen my eyes with excitement as I cast my gaze to the camera.

“Fuck, Akira. Your mouth’s tight,” He rasps, as he pulls my hair back away from my face. I guide my head, making sure to work him into a frenzy so Will can see just how much I enjoy Jay’s pleasure.

He will be fucking furious when he sees this.

The faster I move the heavier Jay’s breathing becomes until he finally pulls me away from his dick and yanks my face to his for a passionate kiss that leaves me breathless.

“Straddle me,” He says, and he moves so he’s further back on the bed enough so I’m able to straddle him.

“Mmm,” I moan and climb on top of him. I gasp when my slit grazes his pulsating dick and simultaneously as I grab him and guide him into me, we both moan.

“Akira!”

The way he says my name makes me clench my inner walls, and without hesitating, I press him against my entrance.

“Don’t fucking hold back,” Jay instructs, and I lower myself onto him. He fills me perfectly. Endlessly. I shake as I get all the way down and feel him practically in my lower stomach.

“I won’t,” I reply huskily and begin to ride him ferociously. It becomes less about Will and the camera and more about the moment as I connect gazes with Jay. He groans and grabs my waist. I press my hand against his chest and bounce on top of him.

“Oh, Jay!” I moan his name and his length twitches inside of me.

Nothing like Will.

I let Jay consume me: his smell, the taste of his tongue as we kiss, his touch: all of him. He begins slamming me down on his dick until I’m howling wildly.

“D-don’t stop! Please god, don’t stop!”

“I can’t fucking stop. It’s too tight. Your pussy feels too fucking good.” His pounding is relentless as he raises his hips and goes to town. My orgasm blossoms quickly until I can no longer hold it back.

“I’m coming!”

Jay groans as I announce that and I come powerfully from his thrusts.

“Fuck I can feel that pussy tightening, Akira,” He hisses before he holds me down onto his length and fills me with his come.

“Jay!” He finishes as his name rolls off my tongue once more. I begin to come down from the high of my orgasm slowly. When I’m spent, I roll off him onto the bed. I’m startled when he climbs off the bed and lowers himself between my thighs after yanking my ass to the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” I question nervously.

“Finishing with a bang.” He spreads my legs and lowers his mouth to my folds where his tongue strokes against my clit.

“Jay!”

It’s been so long since I’ve had this kind of sex. The kind where a man’s satisfaction only comes from the satisfaction of his woman. I arch my back, moaning as he flicks his tongue perfectly along my wet pussy.

“I-I feel so good.”

He groans as he laps me up, and it doesn’t take long for my orgasm to steal me away once more. I’m filled with warmth. He holds me against his mouth until I stop squirming and pulls away. His face glistens with my arousal.

“Kiss me,” He says huskily. I climb off the bed and rise on my feet and kiss him. I can taste myself on his lips, and he grabs the back of my neck as he molds his mouth against mine. When he releases my face, I’m lightheaded and I stumble slightly but he holds me steady.

“You taste fucking delicious,” He rasps before fixing himself. He takes my hand and leads me from the room. Men are stationed outside of the room, eyes landing on us as we move past them.

They all pay him respect.

Jay moves among them like a leader in the ranks, holding his head high even though they all just heard us having sex. I wrap my arms around myself to hide my nudity, but it doesn’t take long for us to arrive back at my room.

“Thank you, Jay,” I say softly as I stop in front of my door. His jaw tenses and he clear his throat.

“For what?”

“For… doing that.” My cheeks warm as I remember his mouth on my core.

Especially that. Oh my god…

He was … so surprising.

As if he knows what I’m thinking about, he licks his lips.

“It wasn’t for you.” He snickers and my mouth falls agape.

Wasn’t for me?

“What do you mean?”

He leans forward until his lips are by my ear.

“That taste was for me,” He whispers before he whips around and stalks away without looking back.

I can never keep up with his change of moods.

I move into the bedroom, hands pressed to my chest, Jay on my mind.

I don’t think I’ll stop thinking about what happened.