Page 33 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

CHAPTER 13

JESSA

When I stumble through the door, hindered by my noodle legs courtesy of the orgasm Aiden just gave me, I find Brooks in the kitchen, looking perplexed at the last of my kitchen boxes. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist. The way he sighs and relaxes, his arms going around me, makes me feel right at home.

One of his hands slides up my back before he buries his fingers in my hair and tugs. After his lips slam into mine, he groans into my mouth. His murmured words have my body lighting up, again, “Why do you taste like your sweet pussy?”

I make a humming sound and yank myself out of his hold as I give him my best ‘I’m so innocent’, which we both know is bullshit, look. He looks me up and down and a tremor works through my body. Before he can say anything else, I spin around and take off, heading toward the bedroom.

I can hear his feet pounding behind me in time with the beating of my heart. I know I’ll never win, but I’m not interested in winning. Why wouldn’t I want to be caught?

“I’m going to spank your ass bright red when I get my hands on you,” the threat in Brooks’ voice almost has me missing a step, but then I’m in the doorway to the bedroom.

I get two steps inside and Brooks grabs me from behind, pinning my arms against my body and lifting me up. I kick out, but it’s halfhearted at best. The next thing I know, I’m bent over the edge of the bed, Brooks’ large hand holding me down between my shoulder blades and my face smooshed against the bed.

I barely keep my sigh of relief inside. Or my glee at Brooks’ jerky movements as he reaches underneath me to undo my jeans and yank them down my legs along with my panties. He swipes a finger along my slit and lets out a groan.

“Your pussy is a fucking mess, whore,” he grits out through his teeth. “What did you do?”

“Aiden made me come in the car,” my words are muffled by the bed, but I’m pretty sure my answer doesn’t really matter.

I’m okay with that.

I don’t get a warning when Brooks’ hand comes down hard on my ass. It rocks me forward slightly and the sound of the spanking is like a gunshot in the room. It only makes me wetter.

The hand on my back seems to grow heavier with every smack against my ass and by the fifth one, I’m trying to wiggle out of his hold. I wish he would have bent me over his knees, then I might have a chance to get some friction on my clit, but there’s no relief for me in this position.

I moan on the tenth spanking as his hand slides over my skin to soothe the burning. He groans, “Love it when your ass is red from my hand, pet.”

I squeeze my thighs together when I hear Cameron’s raspy voice, “I think we need to take a break from all this work and play with our toy.”

“You ready to share?” Aiden’s voice has a thread of caution in it, “You haven’t had as much time alone with her.”

There’s a wistfulness and joy in Brooks’ voice, “We have the rest of our lives. I think it’s time to share our little slut between us.”

I shiver before I’m yanked by my hair so I’m standing. Brooks strips me quickly and I look over to find Cameron and Aiden already naked. I lick my lips as I look between them.

Aiden strides up to me and looks me up and down. I’m sure I look like a mess, but I know that’s not what he sees if the grin on his face is any indication. Before I can wrap my mind around it, he grabs me and slams me onto the bed. He follows me down and my legs fall open on instinct.

When he slams into me, I make a strangled sound of surprise. Aiden doesn’t move, he just fills me and grinds his pelvis against me and my clit fucking rejoices at the friction. He licks each one of the marks he left on my chest, a reminder and a promise in every movement of his tongue.

“Aiden,” I plead, “fuck me.”

The deep, dark chuckle he lets out, reminding me I’m in no position to make demands, wraps around me and makes me shiver. I cling to his shoulders, everything in the world narrowing down to him. Only him.

“Don’t worry, pet, we’ll give you exactly what you need,” he groans as he pulls out and then slams back into me before holding still as he grinds against me again.

It’s both too much stimulation and not enough. I want to scream and berate him, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I trust him. I trust them.

When Aiden rolls me, he winks at me and grips my hips as if reminding me I’m not in charge and to keep still. The way his fingers dig into my flesh is brutal and fucking delicious. Because it’s so much fun to do, I still test my limits and try and swivel my hips.

Brooks’ hand comes down and spanks me. Hard. I jolt a little in surprise and look over my shoulder to find him behind me between Aiden’s legs. When did he even climb onto the bed?

Well, I was distracted. I give Brooks a sheepish smile, but his hazel eyes are hard. I shiver at the look in them. I love when he’s like this. When he doesn’t see me as me and only sees the pleasure he can wring from me for himself. I know it’ll be damn good for me too.

It always is.

There’s a growl in Brooks’ voice, “You’re in for a real treat, slut.”

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