Page 101 of Defiant
He withdrew his hand from her apex, pushing her along his knees after releasing her throat. A huge bulge sat in his pants, his cock straining to get out. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small square wrapping, which he tossed at me.
“Hold that,” he said, working on getting his belt and pants undone.
My eyes dropped to the wrapping for only a moment. A condom. Dante had come prepared, and it would seem Jaz was too hungry to feel him inside her to be her typical, usual sarcastic self and make a comment about it.
“Lift up,” Dante instructed her, and she got off his lap enough that he could pull his pants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, hard and thick and veiny, its tip bulbous and already dripping in precum. To me, he said, “Open it for me, will you, bud?”
I was not in the habit of being called bud by anyone, nor was I the type of person who sat back and did as he was told when he was being spoken to by someone he did not like—but I was already in this. There was no turning back now. Outside, the driver had finally found us somewhere quiet and deserted in Midpark to park the vehicle, where we could continue this without having to worry about balancing as the car moved.
Because I could do nothing but what Dante had said, I tore into the wrapper and pulled out the slick rubber, leaning forward to hand it to him. My own dick strained against my pants, but as badly as it wanted to get out, it would remain tucked away.
Dante looked like a wild animal as he plucked the condom from me and rolled it onto his length. He reached forward to Jaz, who still crouched over his legs, and pulled her back, positioning her above his thick shaft before forcing her down, before forcing that body to take him in inch by inch until he filled her up entirely. When he pushed inside her, he grabbed hold of her arms, pulling them down and holding them straight.
Jaz threw her head back, letting out a content sigh. Her back was to Dante, her long black hair a mess of sweaty tangles. When he rocked his hips under her, she began to move hers in sync, letting him set the pace.
Watching her take his cock, watching Dante fuck her like a rabid animal…I thought I wouldn’t like it. I thought I’d hate it, feel nothing but jealousy inside. I thought I’d see it, watch only a moment before closing my eyes and turning away.
But I was wrong.
I found I could not look away, could not do anything other than watch and breathe. Being here, watching, it was like I was there, doing it to her myself. I could only imagine how good she felt around him, how she fit perfectly around his cock, her body taking everything in over and over in a mindless carnal display of passion and urgent need.
Jaz’s breasts bounced with every thrust of Dante’s hips, truly a sight to behold. Her mouth was open, short, panting breaths escaping her as she lost herself to the moment. I could not fault her for it; I was just as lost in this as she was, and I wasn’t in the tangle of bodies nearby. I was only watching; I could not picture how it felt to be Dante, to finally have Jaz and know her in the most intimate way possible.
Dante eventually released her arms, setting both hands on her hips as he forced her back. He was moving their positions, his cock not once leaving her cunt.
It did not take me long to figure out where he was moving her to. The bastard brought her right in front of me, told her to place her hands on the seat around my legs—and she did. Though Dante had to bend his back a little, he resumed fucking her right in front of me, a smirk on his face, as if he thought he was winning this.
This was no competition. There was no winning. Just because he was inside her right now did not mean anything. Someday very soon I would know what it felt to have her cunt wrapped around my dick.
Jaz groaned as he fucked her from behind, her eyes locking with mine. Before I knew what she was doing, she was no longer holding the leather seat on either side of me; she pulled herself up, her fingers grasping the front of my suit jacket, pulling me toward her. I let her, because I was in no position to stop her from doing anything.
When it came to Jaz, I was weak. So very weak. She was the only one in the entire world that could make me feel like this.
When her lips collided with mine, I swore I could taste him on her. It was ridiculous, I knew, but still. Her lips were wet, her tongue needy. This was unlike any other embrace we’d had before; this was messy and sloppy, and yet ridiculously hot. Her mouth had the damnedest time staying attached to mine with how wild Dante was behind her, but somehow we managed.
I tangled my fingers through her hair and held her face against mine, kissing her with everything I had. If ever there was a drug in the form of a person, it was Jaz. How else could I explain why my willpower was so weak when it came to her?
Dante’s thrusting stopped, a loud groan coming from his chest. I pulled my mouth off hers to watch him yank himself out of her, the condom full of his seed. He fell onto the seat beside me, breathing hard. “Fuck me,” he muttered, his pupils dilated in what I could only call desire. Desire to keep going. Desire for more.
“I believe I just did,” Jaz joked, earning herself a smirk from him. I released my hold on her, but she did not move away from me. Instead, she drew a hand along my jaw. “I don’t suppose you came prepared too?”
“I want you alone for our first time,” I told her, meaning it. Alone, and somewhere I was more comfortable.
Dante chuckled, slowly pulling the condom off his dick. “Well, we all know he likes to watch now. Who knew?”
Who knew? Not me, certainly.
Tonight was the night of letting go. Tonight I had not a care in the world. Tomorrow…well, tomorrow was a different story. Markus and I had to visit the hospital and get rid of a certain someone who didn’t deserve to continue breathing. Had to wait this long to make sure Markus’s contacts would be working that day, so we could walk in and walk out with no problems.
I sat back, watching as Dante pulled Jaz back to him. He wasn’t done with her yet, apparently. He could keep going, though, I would soon see, his dick would not be going between her legs again. No, Dante had something else in mind for that beautiful mouth of hers.
I watched, and I learned exactly how good Jaz was with that mouth.
Chapter Twenty-Eight – Jaz
I knew shit awaited me Monday when I went back to school, but I had no idea the absolute amount of shit there was. I figured the principal would call me down to his office and have a chat with me, maybe force me to talk to Brittany, make us hug it out or something stupid. Since I’d all but run from the dance after the confrontation, I knew something had to happen.
Mom was absolutely giddy when she dropped me off at school that morning. She could not get over the fact that I’d won the title of winter queen. Hell, neither could I. Besides Brittany’s home movie attempt at embarrassing me, everything had gone on without a hitch.
