Between a Rock and a Hard Place (28 page)

Everyone was stressed on this tour, and it was taking its toll, but he wasn’t prepared for Jessi to lash out at him.  He tried to keep the argument with Jessi out of his mind and refused to let it dampen the evening, but it was simmering on every thought in his head.

He rallied the best smile he could and looked to Tommy for an answer about his order.

Tommy shrugged.  “You’re the chef.  If you recommend the sauerbraten and the herring, that’s what I’ll have.”

Angel’s half-hearted smile turned into a genuine grin.  “When we get back home, I’m going to make you the grandest meal you ever had.  I’ll make anything you wish.  I miss cooking for you.”

Jessi rolled her eyes.

After the waiter took their order, Tommy went to the restroom and left Angel alone with Jessi.  She put her elbows on the table, glanced around the restaurant to see if anyone was watching, and leaned closer so he could hear her.  “Are you going to keep this up all night?”

“I was just suggesting an entree for him to order.  He was too busy looking down your shirt to pick something.  I only wanted him to enjoy his meal.  Stop reading into everything I do.”

She glared back at him, and it provoked him.

“I didn’t know you had so much hostility toward me.  I thought you loved me.  Thank you for enlightening me on how you really feel about me, Jessi.”

“Oh, stop being so dramatic.”

“You basically told me you want me to leave.  How would you feel?”

“I did no such thing.  You fabricated that.  I merely stated the obvious.”  She looked around again before she sat back in her chair.  “I’m not having this conversation here.  Let’s try to have a decent night together.”

They had made it through dinner and pretended nothing was wrong, but Angel knew that they didn’t fool anyone.  Tommy had played it cool and acted like he didn’t notice the lack of communication between Angel and Jessi, but it was so obvious that everyone in the restaurant probably noticed it.

Now that they were back at the hotel and moved the party to the bedroom, Angel was interested to see how the evening would play out.  It started out the same way it always did, with Tommy in the middle of the bed lying on his back.  Jessi stripped off her clothes in record time and slid under the sheet next to Tommy.  She didn't wait for Angel.  While he was still removing his clothes, she went to work on Tommy’s neck.

Angel undressed as fast as he could and jumped in bed with them.  He still wasn’t quite sure if she was playing the game, or if she was seriously trying to show him up in the bedroom.  Either way, it was going to be fun, especially for Tommy, and Angel was anxious to participate.  He took Tommy’s mouth and lapped at it with his tongue.  Tommy moaned under Angel’s kiss and leaned into him, but Angel wasn’t sure if the moan was for him, or as a result of the nibbling Jessi was bestowing upon his neck.  Tommy moaned again and this time, Angel moaned back.  The kiss sealed their lips together.  The only thing allowed to pass through them was the soft noises they exchanged.

Jessi took Tommy by the chin and broke the kiss that Angel was enjoying.  His tongue sliced across Tommy’s cheek from the unexpected departure of Tommy’s mouth.  Jessi replaced Angel’s lips with her own and caused another string of long sighs from Tommy.  Angel had a feeling that before it was all over, the other guests in the hotel were going to get an erotic audio play by play of events through the flimsy walls.

Angel nibbled on the tender flesh of Tommy’s neck.  Biting wasn’t something Jessi was familiar with, or very fond of, but it was Angel’s favorite game.  He bit into Tommy’s waiting neck and crushed the flesh between his teeth.  Tommy sucked in his breath and stiffened for a few seconds, then he relaxed and let out a small sigh.  Angel nursed the soft flesh, careful not to leave too big of a mark so it could be camouflaged by Tommy’s hair.  He paused to inspect his masterpiece of reddish purple dots.  He ran his finger over it, mindful to be gentle over the broken blood vessels that colored Tommy’s neck, but Tommy still flinched.  He pulled Angel closer by the back of the neck and sucked Angel’s tongue into his mouth.

Jessi stared at the purplish bruise with her lips pursed to the side, unhappy about the damage done to Tommy’s neck.

Angel smiled at her, proud of his handiwork.

She stared down at the mark, then dove into Tommy’s chest with her teeth.  Tommy jolted, either from surprise, from pain or both.  He grunted continually while her mouth remained firmly attached to his right pectoral muscle.  Angel watched with a mixture of disbelief and erotic voyeurism at Jessi’s anxious participation in a ritual she previously frowned upon, and at the rapture that spread across Tommy’s face.

Jessi wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and inspected her first love bite.  It was a large ruby egg just above Tommy’s nipple.  She compared it to the smaller, lighter colored mark Angel left on Tommy’s neck and shot Angel a smug, victorious smile.  Angel’s mouth hung open with shocked defeat.

Tommy peered down at his prize and pulled at his flesh so he could see it better.  He smiled at Jessi with hazy eyes.  “You’re an animal.  I love this side of you.”  He pulled her in for a kiss, but not before she caught Angel’s eye.

If Jessi wanted to challenge him, Angel was more than happy to take it to the next level.  He crawled toward the nightstand and opened the top drawer.  He found the lube, the handcuffs and the purple sashes and tossed them on the bed.  Tommy and Jessi looked at the supplies with very different reactions.  Tommy’s face lit up with anticipation about what was to come, but Jessi showed a bit of apprehension, which quickly transformed into something that resembled determination.  She wasn’t as easy to outmaneuver in bed as Angel thought.

Angel took the sash and tied it around Tommy’s eyes.  He clasped both of Tommy’s wrists together with the handcuffs and pushed his arms above his head.  Tommy had a smile on his face that broadened when Angel kissed him.  Tommy, no doubt, knew the sexual rivalry that was transpiring between Angel and Jessi and he was enjoying the game.  So was Angel, but he was unsure how much of it was real and how much of it was for fun.

He tried to read Jessi’s face for clarification.  She was staring down at Tommy with her hands on her hips, contemplating her next move.  Angel waited to see what hand she would play.  She licked her way down the center of Tommy’s chest, bypassed his cock, and glided her tongue down the crack of his ass.  She slurped her way around, spread his cheeks apart and pulled his hips up from the bed to grant her greater access.

Tommy ass was Angel’s playground.  He was happy to share, but Jessi was being greedy.  She hogged Tommy’s butt and wouldn’t let Angel anywhere near it.  Her hands guarded the area from his sac to the top curve of his buttocks, and her mouth covered the area in between.  At least she left Tommy’s cock free, but she knew that he preferred Tommy’s ass, and that’s why she was claiming it.

He would give Tommy the best blow job of his life and beat her at her own game.  Angel stroked Tommy’s cock, then put his mouth to it.  He continued to stroke it while he licked the delicate skin underneath the tip and flicked his tongue around the head.  Tommy’s cuffed hands found their way into Angel’s hair, but Angel pushed them away.  “You know the rules,” he scolded.  “Keep your hands to yourself.  I would paddle that hot little butt of yours for breaking them, if I thought Jessi would let go of it.”

Jessi was nose deep in Tommy’s bottom and oblivious to anything else, but she answered with an exaggerated moan and a long swipe of her tongue across Tommy’s lower region.

Despite his mild annoyance, Angel enjoyed watching Jessi rim Tommy.  Angel’s erection grew and his cock twitched.  He needed to touch himself.  He rubbed his cock against Tommy’s side and lapped at his chest.  When Angel looked back down at Jessi, she had her fingers inside Tommy’s bottom.  The erotic show, accompanied by the moaning and heavy breathing, were all too much for Angel to witness.  He needed release and he straddled Tommy’s face.  “Open wide, my prince, because I’m coming home.”

Tommy blindly reached for Angel’s cock, but Angel pushed Tommy’s hands away again.  “You’re being very defiant today.”  The sash moved and one blue eye peeked out at Angel.  He repositioned the sash over Tommy’s eyes, took hold of the short chain that was between Tommy’s wrists and yanked them up over his head.  Angel held them in place against the headboard with one hand and guided his cock into Tommy’s open mouth with the other.  Tommy sucked it in and devoured it.  Tommy’s lips were forceful and the suction was strong.  It drew Angel deeper into Tommy’s mouth.  Tommy sucked him so hard he could feel the skin pulling away from the head of his cock.  It was throbbing from the concentration of blood flow to the tip.  The game had taken a turn once again.  It was Angel, not Tommy, who was getting the blow job of his life.

Angel still had Tommy’s hands pinned above his head.  He was unsure if Tommy was trying to break free, or convulsing from the sexual encounter, but he was flapping all over the place.  Angel needed to hold onto the headboard in order to maintain his balance.  He didn’t need to do anything else.  Tommy’s mouth controlled the hard and rough momentum.  It shook Angel and yanked on his cock.  He was at the mercy of Tommy’s mouth.  All sensations came at once, blinding, without the ability to control them.  Tommy stole the orgasm from him without warning.  It rendered him helpless.  Sweat trickled down his back and dotted across his upper lip.  He was done, drained of all fluids.  He tried to move to the side of the bed, but Tommy’s mouth held him prisoner.  It sucked him harder and he couldn’t break free.

Muffled groans came from the back of Tommy’s throat and hard breaths blew out of his nostrils, and he was still bouncing off the mattress.  Hot semen splattered on Angel’s back like an erupting volcano, as Tommy came with another long groan.

Angel was able to extradite himself from the clutches of Tommy’s jaw with a loud pop.  A deep groan bellowed from Tommy’s mouth as soon as it was free.  “Take it off!” he cried.  “Take the blindfold off!”  The urgency startled Angel and he quickly removed the sash from Tommy’s eyes.

“Oh, God,” Tommy cried.  “You have to stop.  I can’t take any more.  Stop.  Please.”

Angel spun around to see what Jessi was doing to him.  She had her entire hand inside Tommy’s bottom.  It disappeared up to the wrist, then remerged with her fingers clenched into a ball.  Without a break in momentum, she shoved it back in and pulled it out, repeatedly.

Fisting required skill.  There was a technique involved.  She obviously knew what she was doing, although he’d never seen her do it before.  He was sorry he missed the show and wished he’d been watching from the beginning.

Tommy found a surge of energy and propelled himself forward on the bed far enough to grab Jessi’s wrist.  “No . . . more,” was all he spat out before he fell back onto the bed in a heap of exhaustion.

Jessi wiped her hand on the bed sheet and regarded Angel with a self-assured smirk.

“Where the hell did you learn how to do that?”  Angel asked.

She smiled back at him with sarcasm.  “I told you once before, Angel.  You may have that thick over-sized cock hanging between your legs, but I can still out-fuck you in the bedroom.”

Chapter Twenty-Five