Chapter Eleven: Xander

Chapter Eleven
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Xander



Things with Jen had been fucking incredible. We had been together six months now. The sex was out of this world, and we couldn't get enough of each other.

No matter how amazing it was though, I couldn't escape the thought of when she might get tired of me. Did she really care about me, or was all of this just fun to her? I had no fucking clue but hey, the sex was good while it lasted. Carpe diem, right?

There were times when we would be together, and I was in sheer bliss with her, and other times my mind just wouldn't stop running. It was nauseating how messed up I was about this.

Maybe if she said she loved me, I could calm down and just be happy to be with her instead of waiting for the other shoe to drop. Maybe, I was just fucking cursed.

I had fucked a lot of girls but dating them? That couldn't have been more than I could count on one hand, and they all ended tragically. Too bad that Jen and I might be fated to go the same way.


*****


I was at the private clubhouse. It was a house in a nice neighborhood of San Jose where Crank along with a few of the house mouses resided. It was also where my office was, so I spent a lot of time there. I couldn't say I wasn't tempted by the half-naked women that walked around there, but I was committed to Jen. Was she committed to me though? Fuck, my mind was hurting me lately.

"Hey, Gunner!" Meg waved at me, as she walked by. Turns out some girls just plain like being whores. Jen's best friend left the chapter in Sydney just to pledge herself to our chapter. I figured she wanted out but no, she jumped right back in, and she was a favorite for the guys into accents and blondes. Bolt and Chain sure took a liking to her quickly. That woman was pretty much down for anything.

One night a few months ago, she laid herself out naked on the kitchen table and had a full train run on her. A lot of the guys were into it and so was Meg. Screaming and moaning and begging someone to please shove a cock down her throat. Not that I was paying close attention to it or anything...

Okay, fine, yeah. I watched the whole fucking thing, and my dick throbbed watching her perform. I hadn't seen action like that in the club fucking ever, and I wanted to jump in and shove my dick down her throat, but I didn't. I stood at the door of my office and watched as a good number of my brothers fucked the shit out of her like some pussy-whipped asshole while she watched.....me.

Meg was Jen's best friend, but no one could deny that she wanted me. It was obvious the first day I met her. Her eyes just kept falling to my dick, but she never made a move. Probably because Jen would kill anyone who tried to stake a claim on what was hers.

So yeah, we eye fucked the shit out of each other while she got screwed by thirty-two different guys. She only said anything to me once.

"Clear it with Jen, and you can join in, Gunner." That filthy tongue of hers moaned at me, and it took all of my self-control not to walk over and shove my cock straight down her throat.

Ever since that day, my balls have been in a vice whenever Meg is around. I see her, and I remember that night, her beckoning me with her tongue, showing me how wide her mouth could go, her on the decrepit table. If I was remembering correctly, that was the night that table finally broke in half.

Fuck.

I was lucky as hell that I was a faithful man, or I would've cheated on Jen big time.

"Oh, Xan?" Meg poked her head in again, and I snapped my head up, glad that my erection was successfully concealed.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" I muttered, and she grinned.

"Jen wanted me to let you know about dinner tonight, Liam's place, eight o'clock. Don't be late!" She squealed before bouncing out of the room, and I watched her leave, baffled by the fangirling, teenybopper like behavior.

Okay, that was odd. What was up with her? If I could chance walking around without my dick springing, I would ask, but I wasn't going to rock the boat. She might ask to service me, and I might actually give in. Actually, scratch that. I would give in because I was fucking weak, and I didn't want to Fuck over Jen.


*****


I was running late. I got to Liam's house at eight-thirty, and Liam was walking out the door.

"The place is all yours. Good luck." He laughed before jogging past me. Jesus fucking Christ. Everyone was acting weird.

I pushed open the door to hear laughter coming from the kitchen.

"Jen?" I called out.


"In here!" I walked through the living room, past the stairs, and into the expansive kitchen. I was surprised to see Meg was there with Jen, and they were laughing while undoing the to-go container from a Chinese restaurant.

"What's going on?" I asked, and Jen smirked at me.

"Hey, Xan. You're late." She walked over to me and gave me a big, sloppy kiss. If she didn't stop that, I would bust a nut. I was already hard from seeing Meg there.

"Sorry, babe." She grinned.

"Come on. I'm starving. I hope you don't mind that Meg is joining us." I shook my head quickly.

"No, not at all." Not as long as you don't catch me staring at her lips, thinking of them sucking my cock. I didn't mind a fucking bit.

"Awesome!" The girls brought the containers over to the table, and Jen handed me the plates before all three of us sat at the table. Jen sat across from me but next to Meg who seemed to be glancing between us a lot like she was waiting for something.

All of us made our plates, and Meg was idly chatting with Jen as she nodded along, laughing appropriately. I was getting antsy. Something was happening here. I just wasn't sure what.

I stayed silent, watching the two of them. I noticed Meg started touching Jen's leg, but it was an innocent touch. Not flirtatious or overly friendly. It was more of a show that she was paying close attention.

It got to the point where we all finished eating, and the girls were each drinking a glass of Jack, still talking.

"Okay, so what's this all about?" I asked, curiously, and Jen's eyes widened.

"Oh, that's right. I completely forgot," Jen said, and Meg laughed.

"It's alright. I completely blanked it from my mind, and earlier, I had a hard time keeping my mouth shut," Meg stated, and Jen smirked.

"But you did right? You didn't tell him?" Meg threw her hand across her breast which was practically falling out of her mini dress. I could almost see her fucking nipple at the dip of her dress.

"I swear on my right tit. If he figured out anything, it was from my giddiness," Meg said before sipping her drink.

"Okay, what is going on? You two look chummier than normal." Jen laughed.

"Well, we were talking this morning, and Meg told me quite the story of a party a couple of months ago where she had a train run on her." Fuck. Just....Fuck.

"It was amazing. Even the other girls seemed to enjoy the show. Even Danica was cheering me on, and she is about as prudish as a den mother can get, babe," Meg added, and Jen nodded.

"And she told me about how the entire time you were watching like you wanted to devour her." Jesus fucking Christ. It's official. Jen was about to dump my ass.

"Fuck, Meg. What happens in the clubhouse stays in the clubhouse, remember?" I grumbled, in irritation.

"Oh, please, Xander! She's my best friend, and it's not like she's mad." My eyes widened in surprise as Meg laughed. "Plus, I did tell you to call her for permission to join. You didn't."

"Wait, you're not mad?" Jen just smirked at me.

"Nope. Not at all. Do you really not know me at all by now, Xan?" She had a teasing tone to her voice, as she sipped her drink.

"Okay, so what is this about?" Jen grinned, and so did Meg.

"That reminds me. Did you know that Jen and I used to....Fuck?" Meg asked, and I think I went into full-on shock.

"Excuse me?" Jen nodded.

"Yup. My first time was with Meg and....shit, what was his name again?" Jen asked, and Meg cackled.

"James. James Schmidt. He was a Bred-In. He was so nervous. He was shaking. You would've thought it was his first time," Meg explained zealously, and Jen snorted.

"I think it was his first time."

"No, it wasn't."

"How would you know?" Jen asked, surprised.

"Because I was his first time, a year before." Jen's eyes widened, and Meg nodded. "Yeah, you remember his dad, Buddy?" Jen nodded.

"Yeah, big old teddy bear. He was the Sergeant in Arms before he left the club."

"Well, he came to me and asked me to Fuck James when the kid was seventeen." Wait, what? Was this girl serious?

"Holy shit! Seriously? That was against the rules then. Club property couldn't Fuck anyone outside of the club."

"I know, but poor Buddy was desperate. He knew his son would never lose his virginity without some help. I felt bad for the kid and, plus, I love sex, so I fucked him. Trapper wasn't even pissed that Buddy asked me to do it because it was James. He was scrawny and shy and the kid had zero chances with girls." Jen rolled her eyes.

"Holy shit. I'm embarrassed to say I fucked that boy. He's even more pitiful than I thought." Meg laughed, and I rolled my eyes. I didn't want to hear about Jen's or Meg's sex life at all. Jen was my girlfriend. We had been together for six months, longer than any relationship I had ever had. Meg, on the other hand, was my forbidden fruit.

"Back to what this is about?" I asked, and the girls laughed.

"Sorry," Meg said, sheepishly. "Anyway, so we used to Fuck like all the fucking time. As I've said, I love sex, and Jen never saw herself being the romantic, mushy girlfriend type. Whenever one of us was horny, we would call each other and Fuck." Jen nodded along with Meg. "I swear, the things this woman could do with her tongue." Meg let out a shiver mixed with a dramatic moan. "Bitch, some lesbo died the moment you decided you preferred dicks to clits." Jen grinned.

"Aw! Thanks." Meg moaned again. Stop fucking moaning. My dick was already hurting before she started doing that.

"Just remembering it is getting me all horny," Meg admitted, and I adjusted my jeans so my dick wasn't pressed against my zipper.

"Anyway, knowing that bit of a back story, we were talking, and we came up with an idea. I know you're very faithful, and I appreciate that considering that it's obvious that you want to Fuck Meg." fucking Meg grinned like the Cheshire Cat. "We wanted to see if you would be interested in....a ménage à trois with me and Meg." I think I went into complete shock. A fucking three-way?

"I'm sorry. I don't think I heard you right. I could've sworn you asked for a threesome," I grumbled while my dick pulsed, and Jen bit her lip.

"See, sex between me and Jen was always good," Meg stated.

"Great, actually," Jen inserted.

"But that threesome we had with James sucked a bunch. We always wanted to try again with someone more equipped for it than him, but we never found someone we both were attracted to who seemed to fit the bill....until now, and you obviously are attracted to both of us. Jen and I are comfortable enough with each other that there is never any jealousy between us." Jen nodded in agreement.

"Totally," Jen said, and I just stared at them.

"You are....serious?" My eyes fell on Jen who was smirking at me.

"Completely, right?" Meg stated, enthusiastically.

"It's all up to you, babe." Jen mused before the both of them stood up and sauntered over to me in their own catwalks, sexily sliding around the table to me. I sat back in my chair, as they bent down in front of me, and Jen slowly worked on my belt while Meg rubbed my dick through my jeans.

"Oh, my god. His dick is big." Meg whispered in Jen's ear, and she nodded, popping my dick out of my pants. She stroked my shaft a few times, and I groaned as I watched Jen look at Meg.

"Go ahead." Meg grinned, then took my cock into her mouth. My jaw slacked in pleasure as Meg teased my ring and gagged herself on my length, whimpering and moaning.

"Fuck," I groaned, as Jen took my hand, kissing my knuckles, before pressing my hand to Meg's head.

"Good girl. Keep sucking his dick. He loves it when you deep throat him." Meg nodded, and I held her head down, fucking her mouth.

"Fucking shit," I grunted, as Jen reached into my jeans and kneaded my balls, adding to the ecstasy. "Oh, my god....So fucking good," I moaned, as I fucked Meg's face, and Jen stood up, still playing with my balls, and kissed me.

"She likes having her face fucked. The harder you do it, the wetter she gets. You want her nice and wet, don't you?" Jen whispered in my ear, as she released my balls and walked behind me, rubbing my tense shoulders.

"You're really okay with this?" I asked, as I dug my fingers in Meg's scalp and gave her it just a tad rougher. Her hand quickly yanked down my jeans to my ankles, and she covered her hand in her saliva from my base and started to tease my balls herself.

"Xan?" Jen whispered to me. "I want you to fuck both of us, and I want to watch you fuck her. I want her to watch you fuck me, and I want you to watch me and her fuck each other. Most of all, I want to watch you fuck her face until she is desperate for her pussy to be touched. I want you to make her work for it." Holy fucking shit.

It was official. I was the luckiest bastard alive.

I stood up from my chair and grabbed the edge of the table, fucking Meg's face good and rough. She was whimpering and moaning, playing with my balls.

"That's right. Take it good." Jen sat on the floor next to Meg, and I watched as Meg released my balls and shoved her hand up Jen's dress. Jen's eyes fell, as she moaned. "Oh, shit. Slow it down, Meg," Jen whimpered, then Meg pulled her head back.

"Fuck, you taste so good." She gasped for air, and I grabbed her head.

"I never said you could stop. Get that dick back in your fucking mouth." Meg grinned and pumped my cock with her talented hand, as Jen started sucking on my balls.

"As you wish," Meg moaned, then took me back in her mouth, as both Meg and Jen worked me towards my release.