Smut warning

Jem’s POV

Andrew moaned as I turned up the vibrator that was stuck so far up his ass he could probably feel the vibrations in this throat. I drank in the sight in front of me. Andrew on his stomach with his ass in the air, the handle of the toy sticking out nicely as he grips the sheets, his dick hanging hard between his legs that trembled every time I moved it deeper into his hole. 

Patrick sat in front of him, his dick seated firmly in Andrew’s mouth as he fucked into him a bit sloppy. His eyes rolled back into his head every time Andrew moaned around him, his stomach pulled tight in pleasure, giving us a wonderful shot of his abs. 

“Look at him Patrick,” I teased as I moved the toy until it was almost completely out of him, letting the vibrations tease his hole. “You’ve turned him into a complete cock whore. Drooling over some dick and toy. It’s a new low for him.” Andrew moaned as he pushed his hips back, trying the push the toy back inside of him. “You know better than that,” I said harshly before slapping his ass roughly. 

“Please,” he whined as he pulled off of Patrick’s dick. Patrick groaned as he grabbed a fist full of Andrew’s hair and nudged his cock against his lips. 

“Please what slut?”

“Please put it back in. I need it. I’m so close.”

“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet. You aren’t even sucking Patrick’s dick and you think you deserve to cum already?”

Seeing as Patrick had refused to go anywhere near my house again and this was a spur of the moment decision, I didn’t have much to work with. The only toys the had were a simple vibrator and a pair of very real handcuffs that came off of Patrick’s utility belt that he refused to let us use as a blush covered his face. 

If it had been up to me he’d have a ring and vibrator around his cock to go with the one in his ass and Patrick at the very lease would have a pair of nipple clamps but given how he feels about me right now I doubted that would happen regardless. 

Andrew whined at my answer before sucking Patrick back into his mouth. His reward was a harsh trust of the vibrator back into his ass followed by several deep, slow strokes that had his toes curling. 

“Isn’t this a sight to see,” I teased as I slapped his ass with my free hand. “I almost want to take a picture.” Andrew stopped for a split second. “I’d frame it and put it on my desk. Do you like that Andrew? Do you like the thought of me getting hard every time I sat down to do some work?”

To my surprise Patrick was the one to moan as his grip on Andrew’s hair tightened. A quiet ‘fuck’ left his lips as he held Andrew’s head still as he came all the down his throat. Andrew gagged at the sudden release as his face started dripping with spit and cum. 

“Please Jem, let me cum. I’ve been a good boy haven’t I?”

“You’ve been such a good boy for me,” I soothed as I pulled the toy out and turned it off. He whined at the loss as Patrick let go of his hair. “I’ll tell you what, make me cum, and I’ll let you cum.” 

I take in his royally fucked out face as he settles himself over my lap. He doesn’t have to be prompted to pick up the lube beside me and rub it over his hole and my dick before sliding down to become flush on my lap. 

“That’s such a good boy,” I moaned as I leaned my head back against the back board of the bed. Patrick watched us with lustful eyes, though I did notice most of his attention was on Andrew.

My hands wrapped around his hips as I set his pace. His hole clenched around my length and I could tell I wasn’t going to last long and I knew he couldn’t wait much longer either. He had gone without a release for an hour while Patrick had come three times and I had come once. His poor dick was begging for it at this point. 

“Alright good boy, come when you’re ready. You’ve earned it.” He moaned at my words while I dropped my hands and let hims et his own pace finally. 

His hands came to brace himself on my shoulders as he thrust himself sloppily against my body, using me as means to an end. 

He came seconds later and with his tight grip on my dick I came as he rode out high. 

“That’s such a good boy,” I soothed as he slid off my lap and laid down on the bed with a spent look on his face. I forced myself out of the position and straddled his legs as I began rubbing his back soothingly. He relaxed at every touch and before long he was asleep. 

“Would you also like after care,” I asked as I got off of Andrew and looked over to Patrick who was leaned up against the wall, catching his breathe and watching us. 

“Fuck off,” he spat as he climbed on the bed to take his spot next to Andrew. I only nod at his words as I forced myself off the bed, trying to be gentle with the pain in my side. “Where are you going?”

“I have to go home at some point,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head. 

“But right now? Really? He’s going to be disappointed when he wakes up.” I sighed as I looked over to Andrew. Poor thing was passed the fuck out, his face still covered in left over cum and drool.

“I really need to go. I need to check in with my teams and Dev is already going to be pissed that I didn’t tell him I was spending the day here after I went missing for a week that last time I left his sight.” Patrick huffed. 

“At least wake him up and tell him you’re leaving.” I nod before bending over the bed and shaking his shoulder gently. He barely peaked his eye open as a cute glare covered his face. 

“I got to go. Let me know how you’re feeling when you wake up. I

I’ll try to swing by in a few days. Maybe I can teach you how to make something other than spaghetti.” He gave a small chuckle but I could tell he was still disappointed. 

“Okay. Don’t ghost me. It’s not attractive to leave someone hanging after giving them a mind blowing orgasm.” I only smiled as I ruffled the hair in his head before turning to find my pants. 

“Good night Patrick,” I said after I was dressed and headed towards the bedroom door. He hummed but said nothing else as I closed the door. 

I was home before long and the second I walked through the front door and people took in my bed head I got cheers and dog whistles that I brushed off as I head towards my wing of the house. 

“Get back to work,” I yelled at all of them playfully before slamming the door to my wing. 

“I think they’re more excited that you got laid than you are,” Dev said from his place on the couch. All the lights were off and some horror movie played in the background. Barrett had all but jumped three feet in the air when the door slammed shut.

“Jesus Christ,” Barrett muttered as he held his chest. “You know Thursday is horror day. You gotta warn a bitch next time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said as I rolled my eyes and began walking to the office.

“Where do you think you’re going,” Dev asked, his deep voice coming out cold as his eyes never left the TV.

“I need to check some emails and do a check in with the drug runners working tonight.”

“We both know no one has any more information than what you already have and the runners are fine. I did a check in an hour ago. No one has had anyone ask about Kerp and no one has run into anyone selling it. Come sit down for a little bit before bed.”

I hated that idea and he knew it but I did it anyway just to save us from a fight.

I took my normal spot between Dev and Barrett. It was routine and safe and at the very least I felt comfort in that. The second I sat down Barrett’s head found my lap and my head rested on Dev’s shoulder. 

“How was your date,” Barrett asked, trying to get over the fact I was dating the therapist that dropped him as a client. 

“It was nice. Patrick tagged alone.”

“And then you go lucky,” he teased as he looked up to me and my obvious sex hair.

“Don’t remember that being any of your business,” I teased back as I gentle flicked his forehead. He huffed and turned back to the movie.

“So you think you’re going to stick around them this time,” Dev asked, his eyes still not leaving the TV. 

“I was thinking about it. As long as they’ll have me at least. You know better than anyone that I’m not exactly the easiest person to get along with and date.”

“You’re a great boyfriend,” he said a bit too seriously for my liking. 

We were silent for a while until Dev spoke again. His voice cold and serious as a heart attack. 

“Be honest with me,” he said, his eyes glaring into mine when I looked up at him. “Why are you so paranoid over this? It’s just a drug, albeit a bad one, but we’ve done this before and you’ve never gotten this bad over just a drug.”

“Would you believe me if I said it’s best if you don’t know?”

“No.” I sighed as I rubbed a hand over my face. Barrett shifted in my lap to get a better look at the conversation, the movie in the background completely ignored. 

I told him everything. The call I got, the fact that they had Dev’s location, me being held hostage for several days, how I really got stabbed, how I needed to get this fucker before he got to Dev or Barrett. They listened to every word and when the story was told they paused to soak up everything. 

“I’m not going to die because of a fucking idiot,” Dev said firmly. “And I’m not going to let him mess up my life. You aren’t going to keep me sheltered here like you did with Patrick and Andrew. I can take care of myself.”

“I know you can,” I said with a sigh. “That doesn’t mean I want you to. Just let me handle it. Take a month off of work and just relax.”

“Absolutely not. If someone is trying to kill me then they’ll see how big of a mistake they’re making by my hand. I don’t need you taking care of me.”

“Me either,” Barrett said. “I’d like to see that fucker try and take down your right hand men. They’re insane if they think they can.”

“I can’t lose either of you,” I said but my eyes bore into Dev. 

“You won’t,” Dev said, his voice firm as his hand came up to brush some hair out of my face. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“Like I would want to,” I scoffed. His fingers brushed over the scars on my face and despite the fact I hated them, I let him. 

“So it’s settled. We do this together or not at all. You aren’t taking the whole work load of this. We aren’t Patrick and Andrew. We’ve been in this life just as long as you have, we know the rules, we know how to fight. We won’t have a repeat of them.”

“We better fucking not,” I said with a harsh glare as I looked back to the TV. “I am not getting shot for you two and I sure as shit am not getting tortured for you.” Barrett laughed that crazed laugh and Dev chuckled as his dropped to grab my hand. 

Last updated March 16, 2024