Page 22 of Deadly Ruck
"Who would have thought?" I bent my knees to spread my legs wider, encouraging him to put it another finger inside me, then another.
"What are we thinking?" Jay asked, with a yawn. He appeared over Dallas' shoulder. His eyes widened seeing what we were doing. "Oh, I see." He glanced over toward Atlas. "There might be a camera."
"I don't care," I said. "Let them watch." In spite of that, I reached down under the covers to slide the heel of my hand up and down the front of Dallas' pants. He was already hard, but became harder still under my touch.
"I'll keep guard." Jay sat up, his arms crossed over his chest.
I exchanged glances with Dallas and shook my head slightly. I wanted to believe Jay was on our side, but would I bank on it? Not yet.
His feelings for me seemed to be genuine, but he'd been with Atlas a lot longer than he knew the rest of us. If push came to shove, where would his loyalty be? I wasn't sure he even knew.
Dallas started to pump his hand in and out of me, pushing the majority of the coherent thought to the side. I let it go and rocked my hips against his hand, making his fingers as wet as my pussy.
"I love the sounds you make when when I'm touching you," he whispered. "You're always so responsive. So gorgeous. Thank you for being mine."
"Thank you for knowing just the right way to touch me," I whispered back. He always knew just the right places and pressure. Never too much and never too little. Everything he did, he always watched me for my reaction, giving me more when I liked it and changing if it wasn't quite right. I'd never known anyone so attentive to my needs.
"I try." He hooked his fingers around and wrapped me from the inside while moving the heel of his hand up and down my clit.
In turn, I worked my hand under the front of his track pants and gripped his cock. He was so hard, thick and throbbing. So ready.
"You have magic hands," he told me.
I stroked my fingers up and down him. "I was going to say the same to you." He had me so close already. Even in this place, he got me going like crazy.
"Let's call it a draw," he said. He rolled his hips, pushing himself into my hand, the head of his cock nudging my palm.
"Deal," I said. I glanced past him to see Jay watching us. The moment I locked my eyes on his, he looked away.
"I'm watching the door," he said quickly.
"I don't mind if you watch us," I said.
He wouldn't be able to do more than give us a quick warning anyway. What would we do then? Probably keep doing exactly what we were doing.
"I'm watching the door," Atlas said. He must have woken in the last few minutes. I got the impression he knew what was going on, and he wasn't going to try to stop us either. Good, because I would have ignored him. He liked to be in charge, but not of this. This was happening whether he wanted it to or not.
I looked back to Dallas, who shrugged and went on working me with his expert fingers. I decided to forget about Atlas and everything else for a while and lose myself here, with his touch.
"Can you come for me?" Dallas asked. He almost seemed to be pleading. Like somehow he wasn't doing his job right if I couldn't come here.
"I can and I will," I said. I half-closed my eyes, keeping them on his face while I let myself go. Letting him drive me closer and closer and over the edge. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
Not because I cared about being overheard, but because I wasn't going to let any of Jones' minions have the pleasure of hearing me come. Especially Jones himself. That was somethinghe'd never get from me, not from watching via a camera and definitely not in person.
I rocked my hips harder, letting the orgasm last for as long as I could before I finally came back down to earth.
"Can I…" Dallas looked tentative, his fingers still deep inside me.
"I want you to," I told him. His fingers were lovely, but I needed to feel his cock inside me. My body, heart and soul needed it. Okay, the part of me which was rebelling against being locked in here needed it too. The part of me that was not going to roll over like a lapdog and let Jones rub my belly. I'd sooner bite his hand off.
Although, I wanted no part of him anywhere near my mouth. Or any other part of me for that matter.
Visibly relieved, he slid his fingers out, pressed them to my lips and held them there while I sucked them clean. He watched avidly, as though it was his cock in my mouth. I sucked extra hard, pretending it was, knowing it was getting him going more.
"I taste good," I said.
He leaned over to kiss my mouth before pulling the covers over us and kneeling between my knees. He pushed himself inside me with uncharacteristically slow movements, easing inside rather than slamming desperately. He exhaled slowly out his nose before thrusting, just as slow. Sliding all the way in and pulling all the way back out again. Every movement deliberate and careful.
