“I want Jazz to have what she wants,” Tango said simply, without inflection. “It’s fine. All of it. Any of it.”
And what Jazz wanted in this moment was a thrill. She ushered them into a dorm, closed the door, and then came to Tango, beaming, face flushed. She braced her hands on his chest and stretched up on her toes to kiss him, pressing her breasts into his pecs. She slid her tongue into his mouth, and Tango knew all too well the taste of man on her lips.
“Thank you,” she whispered as she stepped back. “This is gonna be so fun. I’ll make it so good for you, baby. For both of you,” she added, and then her attention went to Carter.
The new boy. The younger boy. The fresh plaything she’d never had before.
She kissed him for long moments, until his mouth softened, until his hands found her hips and clamped down hard.
Tango felt the faint stirrings of jealousy, but worse than that was the overwhelming sadness of it all.
Jazz finally pulled back, and she undid the first button of the shirt she wore, eased it aside so her breasts were exposed. Carter’s eyes flicked down to them; he wet his lips. And then he looked at Tango.
You’re sure? Is this alright?
She undid the rest of the buttons and the shirt slid down off her shoulders, landed on the floor with a soft sound. The lamp gilded her nakedness. Carved deep shadows beneath her heavy breasts, in the sharp inward grooves of her waist. Tango had the rear view, but Carter had the front, and Tango watched, saw the other man’s eyes drink her up.
“Take your clothes off,” Jasmine said, voice rough, low. “Both of you.”
Sounds of boots hitting the floor, zippers, belt buckles, shirts and jeans landing like fall leaves.
Carter was beautiful, densely muscled, his skin smooth, his cock standing proudly.
Jasmine made a happy purring sound in the back of her throat. “Hmm, look at you.” She reached for Carter’s sex, curled her hand tight around his cock and stroked, stroked, stroked…until his hips flexed and he grunted through clenched teeth. His eyes came to Tango, half-drugged with lust, but a little cautious. Asking again, wondering one last time.
Tango nodded.
Jasmine stepped back toward the bed, towing Carter with her. “Come on, baby,” she whispered to him. “Let’s play.”
That was the moment Tango watched shame leave the boy; instinct took over.
Jazz laid back on the bed, making a sensual show of it, legs parting, hips lifting. She cupped her breasts and stroked them. Licked her lips slowly.
Carter was done hesitating, obviously. He climbed on the bed, between her legs. Passed a hand up her stomach, nudged her hand out of the way, closed his over her breast.
His other hand went to her sex, touched her boldly.
She laughed softly. “Yeah, you want it, little boy. I’ve seen you watching me.”
He pinched her nipple, tugged at it, his eyes feral. “I want to fuck you so damn bad.”
She rolled her hips as his fingers worked against her. “So do it. Fuck me good, newbie. Show me what you’re made of.”
Tango snagged a condom off the nightstand and tossed it onto the bed. “Wrap it up.”
Carter tore at the foil, rolled the thing on.
“Hurry, baby,” Jazz murmured. “I’m getting lonesome over–”
Carter reared up and drove into her, and her words dissolved into a sharp gasp. Her mouth opened, lips a painted O, head kicking back.
Cater buried himself to the hilt in her glistening sex. “Fuck,” he breathed. He braced his hands on the mattress, and started to move, slowly at first.
Jasmine put her hands on his shoulders, stared up at him a moment, gaze transfixed as he rode her.
Then she seemed to remember Tango. “Here, baby boy.” Her voice was breathy, uncharacteristic. “Come get in my mouth.”
He got onto his knees on the mattress at her head, took his cock in his hand, guided it to her waiting lips. She took him in, clamped tight around him, wet and warm. And he took her mouth, while his club brother took her pussy.
