Addicted by Elle Kennedy
Crap. He was getting too drunk for this. Might need to bow out of the game soon, unless he wanted to explain to Reese why he’d accidentally flung a knife at one of her people’s throats.
Judging the distance to the post was getting difficult, thanks to his alcohol-hazed vision. Even as he took his shot, he had no idea if he’d moved far enough back for the knife to make a complete rotation, but to his dismay, the blade slammed into the post. Dead center.
Beckett grinned at him. “Drink.”
Eight shots in less than an hour. Jesus. He needed to slow down.
Ten drinks and Len does something crazy . . .
Jamie’s teasing comment from the other day buzzed in his mind, summoning a strangled laugh. She was right—excessive drinking screwed with his head. Damn woman knew him too damn well.
The men went another round, which, unfortunately, led to Lennox slugging back his ninth shot of whiskey.
When it was Rylan’s turn, the man grumbled, “I am not as drunk as I need to be. Swear to God, I’m taking a drink even if I miss this—”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than a knife whizzed through the air from behind him. The blade nearly clipped Rylan’s ear off before connecting with the beam he’d been aiming for. The steel vibrated wildly as it lodged itself into the wood.
Everyone turned to see who had launched the blade, and Lennox snickered when he spotted Reese and Jamie. The women were standing by the door thirty feet away. Reese was clearly the perpetrator, because she gave Rylan a dainty little wave, which only made Lennox laugh harder.
“I see you haven’t won her over yet,” he said.
Rylan just grinned. “The night’s still young.”
Across the room, Reese arched one eyebrow. “Pike, Rylan,” she called out. “I need to talk to you.”
The two men wasted no time walking over to her. A moment later, the trio left the loft while Jamie wandered over to the group. She stopped to kiss both Lennox and Beckett on the cheek, then headed for the tall table that served as a makeshift bar counter. Lennox watched as she poured herself a drink and stood close to Travis, who wrapped one muscular arm around her shoulders and whispered something in her ear.
“Game over?” Beckett asked him.
“Fuck yes.” Shit, was he slurring? “I haven’t been this wasted in ages.”
So wasted, in fact, that he stumbled over to the nearest couch and dropped his ass onto it. Chuckling, Beckett sat next to him, the whiskey bottle still firmly in hand.
Someone put on some music. Lennox wasn’t sure who, but he welcomed the sultry drum and bass beat that suddenly echoed through the room. A few other people drifted into the loft. Nash, with a pretty blonde by his side. Davis and Rick, who grabbed drinks and then stood to the side, chatting among themselves. Travis and Jamie were dancing now, their hands lazily roaming each other’s clothed bodies as Travis thrust one thigh between Jamie’s legs and ground against her.
Lennox’s dick stirred at the sight. He hadn’t gotten laid since that first night with Reese and Tamara, and the booze was making him horny.
Beside him, Beckett didn’t miss the enormous bulge straining beneath Lennox’s zipper. He laughed, then offered a mischievous smile. “Need a hand?”
As the alcohol pounded through his blood, Lennox leaned back with a smirk. “Do your worst.”
“My best, you mean.” Still grinning, Beckett slid closer and undid Lennox’s pants.
He released a husky groan the moment his rock-hard cock met the other man’s waiting hand. Beckett gave a slow pump. Lennox’s eyes rolled to the top of his head.
Fuck. That felt good.
His dick agreed, pulsing incessantly in Beckett’s hand. Lennox wasn’t into screwing men, but a hand on his cock was a hand on his cock.
And damn, that hand knew exactly what it was doing.
Beckett stroked the sensitive underside of Lennox’s dick, then twisted his fist around the head and slid it down to the base in a sharp stroke.
“Jesus,” Lennox choked out.
Beckett chuckled.
Pleasure zipped down Lennox’s spine and grabbed hold of his balls when he caught Jamie watching them. Even with her body wrapped around Travis’s, all her attention was focused on the two men on the couch. Fascination danced in her blue eyes as they followed the fast motion of Beckett’s hand.
Lennox winked at her, then closed his eyes, losing himself in the arousal overtaking his body. When a warm, wet mouth closed around him, he jerked, slitting his eyes open to find Beckett kneeling over him. The colorful tattoos covering both of Beck’s arms rippled as his sculpted muscles flexed, as he braced one hand on the couch and wrapped the other around Lennox’s shaft.
Lennox dragged his palm over the man’s buzzed hair. “Fuck yeah. Suck me.”
Another groan slipped out when Beckett tightened the suction and engulfed his entire length with one deep swallow. His eyes fluttered shut again. Beck’s stubble abraded his thigh as the man’s mouth sucked him hard and deep.
Blow jobs from men were a more savage affair, Lennox had found. Faster, rougher, involving cunning confidence that he appreciated. Beck didn’t tease. He wasn’t gentle. He just went to town on Lennox’s cock until his balls drew up so tight they damn near disappeared.
He was too drunk to delay his release. He wanted to come. Now. He dug his fingers into the scratchy sofa cushion and thrust his cock deeper into Beckett’s mouth. His hips snapped up as he fucked the man’s face, feeling the orgasm rise to the surface and—
His eyes flew open at Jamie’s approach. He’d sensed her presence, and the release that had been seconds from spilling over froze in his body like a bullet stopping in midair.
Jamie’s blue eyes blazed with undisguised interest as she asked, “Is this a private party or can anyone join in?”
8
Walk away. Every rational part of Lennox’s brain screamed for him to do that. No, to come in Beckett’s warm mouth, then walk away.
But his split second of hesitation cost him.
The other man released him and lifted his head, licking his wet, swollen lips before greeting Jamie with a wicked smile. “I think the party just started, baby.”
In the blink of an eye, Beckett sat up and tugged Jamie onto his lap. Her short filmy skirt rode up, revealing firm, pale thighs that made Lennox’s heart beat a little faster. He’d seen her naked before. Hundreds of times. He’d seen her crying out with pleasure and trembling in orgasm. But it had always been from afar, and never with his cock hanging out, hard enough to cut stone.
“Don’t stop on my account,” she drawled. “Look at that big dick, Beck. It’s dying for your mouth again.”
Her eyes rested on Lennox’s jutting erection, which grew impossibly harder. Shit, her appreciative gaze was a goddamn ego boost. He knew he was well endowed, but this was the first time his best friend had ever acknowledged that.
With a chuckle, Beckett slipped his hand under her skirt. “Dicks are fun and all, but this is where it’s at, baby.” His hand moved beneath the silky fabric, and Jamie’s answering moan almost caused Lennox to blow his load.
Screw it. He was already in this deep. His cock was on display for Jamie’s gaze to devour, balls aching so badly he was in genuine pain. Kade’s advice to take what he wanted buzzed in his mind. He couldn’t do it, though. At least not in the way his body demanded him to.
But . . .
“Lift up her skirt,” he said roughly.
Jamie’s eyes widened. He understood her surprise. Although he’d watched her with other men before, this was the first time he’d spoken during one of those encounters. The first time he’d interfered.
He wasn’t opening that door. He wasn’t. But damn it, the opportunity was there. The door wasn’t open, but it was ajar. Only a small crack, and God help him, but he was powerless to resist from ste
Beckett’s dark eyes gleamed. He bunched Jamie’s hem between his fingers and slowly dragged it upward.
With every inch of smooth skin exposed to his gaze, Lennox’s mouth went drier and drier. But his cock was leaking. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over the precome pooling at his tip and used it to slick his throbbing shaft. Jamie’s eyes remained glued to his groin.
Sensing that Lennox was in charge, Beckett went still. He’d pushed Jamie’s skirt all the way up to her waist, revealing her skimpy black panties, but now he waited for further instruction.
“Cup her pussy,” Lennox ordered in a low voice. “I want to know how wet her panties are.”
The other man obeyed, then released a groan. “Soaked.”
Lennox watched as Beck stroked his palm between Jamie’s thighs. When he lifted his gaze to her face, he saw that her cheeks were flushed with arousal. But her eyes . . . they flickered with confusion.
“What’s the matter, love? You don’t like what he’s doing to you?”
The taunt had the desired effect. She parted her thighs even wider and narrowed her eyes at him. “I’d like it better if he was fucking me with his fingers. And if you put your hand on your cock while he did it.”
Lennox smiled. “Beckett?”
“Hmmm?”
“Take her panties off.”
The other man smacked Jamie’s bottom. “Lift up, baby. Let’s get these off.”
Jamie rose from his lap, still watching Lennox even as Beckett tugged at the scrap of underwear. The silky fabric was dragged down her legs, then flicked away. Beckett brought her back into his lap. One arm came around her waist, long fingers splaying across her flat belly.
“Part those pretty pussy lips with your fingers, Beck. Spread her open so I can see.”
Beckett’s palm moved lower, skimming the top of Jamie’s mound. Two fingers slid up and down her slit before he did what Lennox asked. He parted her folds, then dipped the tip of one finger inside her.
“So fucking wet,” Beck informed Lennox.
Yeah, he could see that. Her pussy was glistening. It was so damn beautiful. Pale pink and delicate, with a tiny little clit that Beckett was now rubbing with his index finger.
Lennox grabbed hold of his stiff shaft. When he gave it a lazy stroke, Jamie’s eyes darkened from light blue to smoky cobalt. There was something oddly familiar about what was going down, and it took him a moment to pinpoint it.
They’d been here before, he and Jamie.
Years ago, she’d worn that same expression of primal lust as she watched him stroke his own dick. She thought she was being sneaky. Creeping after him in the middle of the night, hiding behind a tree while he jerked off. But Lennox had known she was there—and he’d taken full advantage of that knowledge. Instead of a quick jack-off session on the beach, he’d dragged it out, turned it into a performance Jamie wouldn’t soon forget.
He’d been eighteen then, and already painfully aware that Jamie was the most important person in his life. If he didn’t keep her at a distance, he risked losing her. That night he’d allowed himself to be a little risky. He’d known that letting her watch was as close as they’d ever come to actually screwing, and so he hadn’t let on that he knew she was there. He’d let her watch every dirty second.
“You want me to make her come?”
Beckett’s voice drew him back to the present. To yet another illicit encounter with Jamie that Lennox suspected would end the same damn way—with him coming hard enough to forget his own name.
“Not yet.” His voice sounded hoarse, gravelly. He cleared his throat. Gave his dick another stroke. “Play with her clit. Tease her.”
Beckett smiled wickedly.
Fuck. This was such a bad idea. Alcohol really did make Lennox do some seriously stupid things sometimes. But he was helpless to stop it.
He kept his gaze on Jamie’s face. He memorized every last detail, gauged her responses to learn what got her off. When Beck used a featherlight touch on her clit, he was rewarded with breathy noises. When Beck rubbed harder, she gasped. When he slowed down again, she moaned.
Lennox squeezed the head of his cock, trying to prolong his release. Now that Jamie was here, he didn’t want to shoot off too early. He wanted to savor every goddamn second.
His gaze lowered to the blunt male fingertips rubbing circles around Jamie’s swollen flesh. “Look at that hot little clit,” Lennox murmured. “You want his tongue on it, love? You want him to suck on it?”
Her breasts rose beneath her tank top as she took an unsteady breath. Lennox wished he’d ordered Beck to strip her completely, but there was something seriously naughty about the fact that her shirt and skirt were still on. It drew all his focus to her pussy, and he hissed when he noticed the wetness coating her inner thighs.
“He’s not going to lick you.” Lennox gave his cock another tug as he vocalized the decision.
“Why not?” A husky, desperate whisper.
“Because then I’d lose my view.” He moistened his lips. His hand continued to work his shaft. Fast enough to make her eyes glaze over.
“I think she wants your cock,” Beckett murmured. “You gonna fuck her or what, Len?”
“No.” He laughed when both Jamie and Beckett groaned in disappointment. “You are. Two fingers, Beck. More if she can take it.”
Jamie visibly shivered as Beckett’s rough hands pushed her thighs farther apart, a move that provided Lennox with an even hotter view. Christ, her pussy was drenched. He had to fight not to lean in and shove his face between her legs. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to lash his tongue on her clit while he finger-fucked her. He wanted to hear her scream his name.
Not gonna happen, bro.
Nope. He supposed he had to take what he could get.
“Beckett,” he warned when the other man took too long to obey.
Beck moved his lips to Jamie’s neck, chuckling softly. “Len is getting impatient,” he teased. “Should we give him what he wants or piss him off even more?”
Jamie looked mighty interested in the latter. Winking at Lennox, she twisted her face toward Beckett and the two of them exchanged a long, passionate kiss.
Lennox groaned in frustration. He saw a flash of tongue. The noticeable clenching of Jamie’s thighs as Beckett captured her lower lip with his teeth and bit gently. The man’s hand was fisted in Jamie’s pale hair, angling her head to drive the kiss deeper.
Their mouths devoured each other for what felt like hours, until Lennox growled impatiently. “Cock teases,” he bit out.
They turned to grin at him, Jamie’s pouty lips glistening from Beckett’s kisses.
Christ. How messed up was it that in all the years he’d known her, he’d never kissed this woman? A peck on the lips, sure. Lots of cheek action. The occasional forehead kiss.
But a real, soul-melting kiss with greedy tongues and racing hearts? Lennox wasn’t fortunate enough to know what that felt like. He could imagine it pretty well, though. And . . . fuck, just the thought of Jamie sucking on his tongue the way she’d sucked on Beckett’s was enough to speed up his pulse.
“Shove your fingers inside her, goddamn it.” The command was ripped from his throat as he jacked himself with renewed vigor.
Beckett finally did what he was told, pushing two long fingers into Jamie’s wet heat. Deep enough to make her cry out.
“Holy fuck,” she croaked, even as her lower body arched to accept the intimate intrusion.
Beck’s body was moving too, jean-clad thighs rocking beneath Jamie as the man ground his dick against her ass.
Lennox was more interested in Jamie. The fire in her eyes as Beckett increased the tempo, his fingers thrusting over and over again while his thumb tended to her clit.
“Ride his hand,” Lennox commanded. “I want you to come all over his fingers
“What about you?”
Her voice was so soft he could barely hear her. “What’s that, love?”
“Where are you going to come?” Jamie’s expression grew tortured. She squirmed in pleasure as Beckett’s fingers filled her in deep, hard strokes.
“Where do you want me to?” He hadn’t meant it as a taunt, but somehow it sounded that way.
Jamie’s lips parted to release a strangled moan. “Inside me.”
His entire body froze. His heart stopped beating.
The ache in his balls was downright painful, and his hand was trembling wildly around his shaft. Sweet fucking God. He wanted that more than he wanted his next meal, his next breath. Just to plunge inside her and screw that tight pussy until he came inside her. Until he filled her up with his seed and then watched it drip down her thighs, marking her from the inside out.
“No.” He spoke so sharply even he had to wince. Softening his tone, he rasped, “I think I’ll let Beck finish what he started.”
Lennox rose from the couch, surprisingly steady on his feet. His jeans were still on but unzipped, his dick out and at face-level with Beckett, who groaned when Lennox guided it toward him.
“Let’s see how well he multitasks,” Lennox murmured to Jamie. He peered down at Beckett with mocking eyes. “Think you can make both of us come at the same time, man?”
Beck growled and reached for Lennox’s cock with his free hand. “You better fucking believe it.” His other hand remained firmly lodged between Jamie’s legs. Two fingers, thrusting hard enough to make her bounce in his lap.
A warm mouth took Lennox in deep, summoning a low groan. He was vaguely aware of the attention they were attracting. Travis and Nash leaning against one of the exposed beams, their hot gazes fixed on the trio. The two girls who’d been going at it before had stopped what they were doing, also watching in fascination.
Beckett’s tongue glided along Lennox’s shaft to get it slick, but there was no need. He was oozing precome, so close to bursting his vision had gone misty. But not misty enough that he didn’t see Jamie. She was all he saw.