Page 44 of Double Play

“Oh, God. Hawk.Please,”Arden moans quietly as I suck her clit into my mouth, fluttering my tongue before letting it go with apop.I chuckle darkly when she growls in frustration, slapping the swollen bundle of nerves with my fingertips and making her entire body jolt off the mattress. We tore off our clothes the moment we entered the room, and I’ve had my face between her legs, making her ride the edge for far longer than she’d probably like, ever since.

“Aww,” I mock. “So polite, but I’m having too much fun playing with this slutty cunt. Especially when Jacks isn’t here to save you.” Leaning forward again, I lick around her entrance, lapping up the wetness that’s dripping from how desperate she is.

“H-he would never d-do this to me,” she stammers. “I wish he was h-here.”

I lift my head, quirking a dubious brow. “Is that so,Princess?” I spit his nickname for her, acting as though it’s the most juvenile thing in the world. “Why don’t you call him, then? Tell him I’m not letting you come.”

“I w-will,” she replies like a brat, trying her best to grind into my face. But I back away, refusing to let her have the friction she needs. She growls again, throwing her arm toward the nightstand and picking up her phone. I’ll admit I’m a little shocked—I didn’t think she’d actually do it. She wouldn’t want to risk him coming in here and getting busted before they’ve had a chance to talk to their parents, and we all know Arden is extra loud when she’s taking us both at the same time. I’m barely even keeping her quiet by myself right now.

I kiss and nip at the insides of her thighs as she dials, putting it on speakerphone and waiting for him to pick up. Several seconds later, his gravelly voice breaks through the air.

“Hey, baby. You okay?”

Jacks,” she whimpers. “I miss you.” I return to her center, wrapping my lips around her clit and adding just enough suction to elicit a breathy gasp. He clearly hears it, because the sound of rustling comes across the line, followed by his rushed demand.

“Turn the camera on, Arden.”

Her eyes go wide and her panicked gaze locks onto mine, but I just laugh against her soaked skin, giving her a look that saysdo it. She bites her lip, and I shove my tongue into her tight pussy, making another hurried moan escape from her throat. I can hear Jackson’s breath heaving as he waits for her to obey, but she’s too lost in the feeling of me licking along her walls to take action.

“Arden. Turn the motherfucking camera on.” His order is stern—unlike his usual way of speaking to her—and it gets her attention. She fumbles with the phone in her hand before finding the correct button and opening the camera so he can see. It must be front facing because she attempts to school her expression while I continue fucking her with my tongue.

“Hi,” she murmurs, her voice quiet and shaking as she swallows. I use my hands to spread her thighs wide, flicking against her tender flesh as she does her best to hide the fact that I’ve got her dangerously close to the edge.

“Show me,” he says, and if I didn’t know without a shadow of a doubt that it was him, I’d be questioning it by the danger in his tone. At first, I’m worried that he’s mad we’re in here doing stuff without him, but we’ve each spent time with her individually over the past few weeks, so I’m leaning more toward him just being worked up and desperate to watch her get off. But I have an even better idea—one that’ll make him feel like a part of this, even from the other end of the house.

I halt my motions, ripping the phone from her hand before she has a chance to protest. His face fills the screen, and I immediately notice the way his jaw is clenched tight, his green eyes impossibly dark as he glares at me like he’s ready to tear the walls off this place to get to her. “What do you want to see?”

“Her fucking pussy,” he says without hesitation. “I want to see how wet she is.” I flip the camera, focusing on the spot between her thighs before reaching forward and using my thumb and middle finger to spread her apart. I let him look for a few seconds before slowly sinking inside. The sound of her arousal adds to the effect, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as I slowly slide in and out.

“What now?” I ask, waiting for his instruction. If he can’t be in here bringing her pleasure, I’ll do it for him…even if it means abandoning my normal tactics. Although, by the look on his face, I have a feeling we’re about to see a much more sinister side of Jackson than we’re used to.

“Rub her clit. Get her nice and worked up.” I pull my soaked finger from her body, using her wetness to massage in tight circles over her swollen, aching bundle of nerves. Doing my best to keep her face in the shot, I smirk as she quickly heads toward the summit again. He has no idea that I've already been torturing her for a while, so this may end a lot sooner than he's hoping for. Or maybe he'll take a page out of my book and stop me before she falls over.

“Jacks,” she moans, much louder than she should be saying his name right now. He knows it too, because his eyes go wide as he watches her writhe around against my hand. “Fuck, yes. So good.” Every word crescendos into a louder one, but I keep going, stroking her in a steady rhythm just like he told me to.

“Gag her,” he demands. At first, I think I heard him wrong, because he’s always so gentle and gives her a hundred opportunities to listen before looking to me to correct her. But this time, I guess he’s not taking any chances since the house isn’t empty. And I’m certainly not going to argue.

I abandon where I’m touching her, making her whine quietly as I back off the bed and walk toward the dresser. Opening the top drawer, I make sure all the options are in perfect view so he can choose. “Pick one,” I tell him.

“Which one will keep her quiet when she comes?” he asks, and I chuckle because he’s completely out of his element. He’s all about making her feel good and letting her get away with all kinds of shit. This is the first time he’s ever suggested any type of bondage on his own.

“Well, if it were me, I’d use this,” I say, picking up the roll of black gag tape. I’ve been dying to try it out with her, but in this situation, it doesn’t feel right. “But I know you wouldn’t want to hurt her, so how about a ball gag?” I reach down, plucking the pink silicone ball from where it lies and turning it so he can see. It's small enough that it won't cause a lot of strain on her jaw, but big enough to muffle any noises that might escape. The black leather strap is soft and pliable, making it the best choice for him.

“Okay,” he agrees, nodding. Closing the drawer, I return to the bed, where Arden is steadily rubbing her thighs together to ease the ache between them. I flip the camera again, propping it up on the nightstand so we’re both in the frame before wrapping my hand around the back of her head and lifting it from the pillow.

“Open up, Hellcat,” I say. She does, and I place the ball between her teeth, smoothing my hands around and fastening the buckle. She whimpers, and I press a gentle kiss to her cheek, looking back to my best friend. “Now what?”

His eyes darken. “Make her come,” he says. “And when she does, don’t stop.” I smirk, and he returns it as I slide down her body, settling my shoulders between her legs. Her pussy is glistening, and there’s wetness smeared everywhere from the way she was grinding against herself. Her flesh is swollen, and I know if he were here, he’d be tripping over himself to give her relief.

Not wasting another second, I lean forward, swiping my warm tongue along her slit from bottom to top. She moans quietly, the sound halted by the ball in her mouth as I pull her clit between my lips and suck in quick pulses. Her hips immediately begin to lift from the bed, so I flatten a hand over her stomach to hold her down as I eat her like I’m dying of starvation and she’s the only sustenance for miles.

“There you go, Princess,” he says. “I wish I was in there tasting you right now instead of jerking off to the sight. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Mmm,” she hums, her eyes fluttering closed and her muscles becoming more tense by the second. She’s clearly nearing the edge of her orgasm, so I sink two fingers inside, filling her as deep as I can from this angle. Her inner walls grip onto me immediately as I curl them against her G-spot, flicking my tongue over her clit.

“Come for me, Arden,” he orders, and that’s all it takes for her to detonate. The first splash against my face catches me off-guard, but I only falter for a second before I realize what’s happening. Pushing up to my knees, I fuck into her with my fingers as quickly as I can, watching as her back bows from the bed and involuntary convulsions rack her entire body.

“Oh, shit,” Jackson groans. “Is she squirting?”

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