Page 125 of Not A Whisper

“Now.”

Fuck, fine. I’ll play if only to keep my mind off what’s ahead of us. Hastily, I reach down and yank up the skirt of my dress. I have to shimmy it up my thighs and over my hips. If they’re going to play with me like this every time we go out, I might need to talk to Grant about dresses that have a little bit more movement to them.

“No underwear?” Jason’s brows raise as his eyes light up with excitement. “You fucking slut. Is this your way of begging to be played with, dollie?”

Grant chuckles as he leans back in his seat. “I’d say so.”

“Well, who am I to deny my beautiful doll some playtime?” Jason’s gaze drinks me in, starting at my face and working his way down. “Come here.”

Licking my lips nervously, I look past him again to Michael. I can only see his dark form, but I think I would notice if he jerked his head back to listen or worse, watch. He doesn’t move, however. The car pulls out of the neighborhood—letting me know our driver’s attention is elsewhere.

“Fine. Nothing crazy though,” I warn the two of them.

Grant’s eyes flash, his jaw tightening at my command. “Lasttime I checked, dolls do what they’re told and don’t give commands so shut up and get moving, dollface.”

“You’re so bossy,” I mutter. The comment earns a dark chuckle from the both of them.

I start to get up, but Grant’s hand tightens around my neck. “Go to him on your knees, dollface.”

My scoff earns me a dark glare from him. He opens his mouth, presumably with another threat, but immediately I start to slide off the seat. “Fine!”

With my dress still hiked up, I get onto my hands and knees and start toward Jason. His breath catches audibly, and he has to adjust himself as I move toward him. I’m barely halfway across the short space before the crack of Grant’s hand resounds off my ass. A biting sting follows.

I shriek as I sit up and glare at Grant over my shoulder.

“What the he?—”

A hand closes around the front of my neck, effectively cutting me off. I struggle to gasp. My head whips around to find Jason bending forward, his eyes bright with excitement, his white teeth flashing in a twisted smile.

“Come here, dollie. I ache for you. Ialwaysache for you. My need for you is an addiction that no drug can compare to. Fuck, I wake every morning just for a chance to taste you,” he says, his brows twisting up in a playfully pained expression. He yanks me forward by the neck. I stumble, attempting to crawl without being dragged into Jason’s lap. He lets go of my neck and leans back again in his seat. “Now, come ease my torment. You can start by undoing my fly, taking my cock out, and sucking it.”

As I pull myself up onto my knees, using his thighs, I mutter, “I don’t know why you guys should be the ones to boss me around. If I’d known we’d be playing in the car, I would’vebought my purple dick in my clutch and forced one of you to suck it instead.”

Jason’s body shakes with laughter. “Let a woman peg a man once and she turns into a brat.”

“She’s always been a brat, but youhavegrown a bit bolder, dollface,” Grant drawls.

I roll my eyes, forcing my smile to stay hidden as I reach forward to pull Jason’s dick out of his pants. The hard length of him springs free. Almost subconsciously I gave him a slow, appreciative stroke. Jason groans softly.

“Such soft hands. As much as I enjoy them, it’s not what I told you to use.”

My gaze flickers to his face to find him watching me, his smile firmly intact. But there’s a desperation in his eyes as he watches me. I rise up, still holding his gaze, and plant a kiss right on the top of his dick. Jason’s mouth parts slightly.

“Take me in your mouth, dollie, and as you suck me down, I want you to reach between your legs and play with yourself.”

The heat in his eyes, the way he takes a shaky breath… God, he’s so fucking hot and bothered for me. I love it. I love seeing how turned on he is. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one who’s so enamored…

I do as requested without any back talk or attitude. Iwantto taste Jason. The thought of being full of him before walking into dinner makes me giddy. My lips slide down Jason’s hard length slowly. As he groans, my right hand drifts down to tease my clit.

“Spread your legs wider, dollface,” Grant orders, his voice hoarse.

I do as I’m told and dip my hips, pushing my butt out so he can see my hand work as I grow wetter. Taking my time, I bob up and down Jason’s dick. Lazily, I stop to swirl my tongue over his tip before gently giving him a sharp suck and then takinghim back down into my throat. Jason lets out a huff and a soft groan. I repeat the process. Up and down, teasing the tip of his cock then deep throating Mr. Curls.

His sounds grow louder as I work him up. I shiver with delight with every sound he makes. My clit grows swollen and my arousal drips down around my fingers as I tease myself—in no hurry to find my release. With wet fingers, I circle my clit. Pleasure acts like electricity rippling up my spine.

As I groan around Jason, his hips jerk upward.

“God, you are incredible,” Grant rasps from behind me. “What a perfect doll. Aren’t we lucky that you’re ours to play with?”

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