Page 69 of Reckless
That wasn’t something I wanted. In fact, it was the last thing I wanted.
The only things I wanted from Jaz were her devotion, her heart, her body, and her soul. Basically everything she could give me, and then some, but I wanted those things freely given. I guess, deep down, I wasn’t much like my brothers after all.
I knew where Dante’s room was. I also had a key to it, which he was unaware of. Since I was paying for the room, I only thought it fair. I kept tabs on him, made sure he wasn’t doing anything stupid while he was here, alone. Sometimes when you were alone, you tended to make mistakes, but it would seem Dante was sticking to the straight and narrow when it came to keeping to himself and staying true to Jaz.
As much as I hated to admit it, I did come to respect him. A little.
My feet drew me down a long, dingy hallway, its lightning subpar and flickering. I found the door soon after, reaching in my pocket for the key. If I had to guess, I’d say Dante had the door locked, just to try to get Jaz to himself for a while. Everything was always a competition when it came to him, and he was proud of his stamina. Having her to himself now would not hinder him later on.
However, before I stuck the key into the door and went in, my ears heard the noises rising in the room. Low, guttural sounds, sounds that instantly told me what was happening. Both feminine and masculine groans, grunting and quick inhalations of breath. The door definitely didn’t block any sounds whatsoever; the walls were the same, if I had to guess.
I hesitated when I heard their sounds of pleasure. The longer I stood there, the more noises I heard in the room. They were not the worst sounds I’d ever heard in my life, and when I heard Jaz’s telltale cries, my cock twitched in my pants.
When I felt myself growing aroused, I had to throw a quick look down the hall, both ways, just to make sure I was alone here and that no one would spot me with a budding erection. I should just go in, make my presence known, but for whatever reason, a part of me was inclined to remain still, to listen to the carnal music, and imagine what was going on in that room.
So that’s what I did. I stood there, my ear cocked to the door, listening to the sounds of Dante’s and Jaz’s sex. Was it odd for me to listen? Was it a type of intrusion? I was seeing her too, so I wasn’t sure of the morality of it all.
But again, morality and the things I did very rarely aligned with each other. My hands were bloody with Ryan’s life, and they’d get even more stained when I started to work for my family in the basement.
Since I was alone in the hall, I closed my eyes and imagined the inside of the room. A cheap motel room, nothing special but the two eager and hungry participants going at each other on the bed. Their skin sweaty, their hands greedy and grasping. I could imagine each of them perfectly, down to the curves of their backs. The lustful glimmers in their eyes, the way Dante assuredly went at her pussy like an animal desperate for its meal.
I was as hard as I could get now, no denying that.
There was a time when I would’ve wondered why I thought listening to them go at each other was arousing, but now I knew better than to question myself. Maybe that time in the limo after the dance had opened my eyes—Jaz was mine, but she was also his, and she wore the most gorgeous of expressions while she was getting pile-drived from behind. Jaz was certainly no innocent.
Though I could stand there and listen to them fuck for longer, I stuck the key into the door and pushed inside, walking into the exact same thing I’d imagined: Dante on top, Jaz’s legs spread below him, both of them naked and dripping with sweat. The tip of my cock throbbed when I walked in and saw them tangled in each other, Dante’s length deep within her.
Jaz’s head turned toward me, her lips parted as she breathed hard. Dante paused in his thrusting, glancing at me with a murderous look in his eyes. I knew if I went over there and tore him off her, he’d be furious.
All I did was lift the key in my hands and shrug. It should be the only answer he needed.
I slid the key back into my pocket, slowly stepping toward the bed. Dante didn’t resume his thrusting immediately, waiting to make sure I didn’t interfere, first. When his hips jerked back, the muscles on his bare ass visible, I moved beside the bed and watched him pump back in, filling Jaz up with one erratic push of his hips.
Jaz was a mess. Her black hair splayed everywhere, her hands were on Dante’s back, her nails digging into his flesh, and she seemed to wordlessly beg: more, more, more. Never had I seen such a mesmerizing mess of limbs.
Suddenly, watching them have at it, I felt so very hot, my clothes constricting and suffocating. I then did the only thing I could: I started to take them off, piece by piece, beginning with sliding off my shoes. When I tore off my light jacket and my shirt, my torso was free, and my chest rose and fell with uneven breaths as I watched Dante pick up his speed. He was an animal, definitely. No other word suited him in the moment.
If he was an animal, what did that make me? A beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for his turn? A voyeur? It was impossible not to get off at watching them, not to feel my own body ache every which way when I listened to their muffled cries of pleasure.
A freshly-opened box of condoms sat on the bed, bouncing with every thrust of Dante’s hips, but as I took off the remainder of my clothes, it was the last thing I wanted to reach for. The first thing stood between my legs, pumping full of blood and ready for action.
It was automatic: I brought a hand to my length and started stroking. A strange thing to be instinctual, but something I felt I had to do deep within me. I never imagined myself in a position like this once in my whole life, and yet here I was, almost mindless. Sex, love, obsession; combine the three and you had what Jaz meant to me. To her, I would gladly be a slave.
Dante’s blue eyes spotted what I was doing, and he smirked. He withdrew from Jaz, revealing to me a condom slick from her juices, and he grabbed her hips, spinning her on the bed to her stomach. Hands on her sides, he pulled her up, getting to his knees behind her. His intention, I presumed, was to give me a good show, a better angle to watch them at. Jaz on her hands and knees on the bed, it definitely was a sight to behold. Her tits hung low with gravity’s help, her nipples hardened points that swayed when Dante pushed himself back inside.
From where I stood, I could see Jaz’s body sway with every thrust, could watch Dante’s cock disappear inside her pussy. I was so close I could smell the sex in the air, and my hips began to move along with my hand, my balls aching to release. I took on a similar pace with my hand that Dante had with Jaz, almost like I was one with them.
Dante’s movements became jerkier, his thrusting rougher than it was mere moments ago. His fingers dug into her sides so hard her skin turned white underneath; he’d leave bruises before he was done, marks on her flesh that would remind her of this moment for as long as they went unhealed. A low rumble escaped his chest, and he came with what I could only call a vengeance, almost as if he was angry at himself for coming.
It was a sight to see, Dante’s tensed face, his cock buried so deep in Jaz that I couldn’t see any of it. Jaz, on her hands and knees before him, taking whatever he gave her without a complaint. It was almost enough to make me come right there—and I almost did. The only way I managed to stop myself was that I stopped stroking myself.
Hands sliding off her sides, Dante pulled out, practically falling onto the bed as he rolled onto his back, proudly displaying the slick condom filled with his milky white cum. His chest breathed hard, and he shot me a look. You know, the typical Dante look. The look that wordlessly asked: you think you can do better than that? Go right ahead.
I planned on it, but Jaz surprised me by crawling off the bed and moving to stand before me. Her full, hot lips met with mine in a searing kiss I felt in my very core, a kiss that ignited everything inside of me. It was a fire only Jaz could start, and only she could put out.
Jaz was it for me. I never wanted anyone else.
She was slow to pull her lips off mine, her hands drawing down my chest, a trail of heat following wherever she touched. Jaz had power over me, and she knew it. She knew it, and she reveled in it. Giving me a sly smile, she sunk to her knees before me, her head now level with my erect length.
