She didn’t even look uncomfortable and my brows arched as I wondered if that was because she didn’t care anymore or because she was happy enough to be in Kyan’s lap.
Tatum pushed up onto her knees as she began brushing his hair back to tie it up, putting her tits right in his face in the process. The hint of a smirk on Kyan’s face let me know he didn’t mind that at all and my frown deepened. He’d expressed his appreciation of her body a few times now, but it seriously wasn’t his style to get involved with anyone from school. So I couldn’t figure out what the point of this little game was. Was he just aiming to disarm her or was he really into it too?
“Are you getting hard for our little pet there, Kyan?” I asked him, deciding I might as well just ask him outright.
“I dunno. Am I, baby?” he asked Tatum as she finished tying his hair for him and sat back to look at him.
She pursed her lips and dropped her gaze to his crotch.
“Yeah,” she replied like she didn’t give a shit about that either. Which was pretty fucking cold, ignoring a dude’s hard on right to his face like that. Though Kyan’s gaze dropped over her like he gave no shits about that.
“Looks like you’re about to make a mess in your pants there, Kyan,” I taunted. “Do you get that turned on doing your own hair too?”
“Yeah. I come in my pants every time I finish tying it. To be honest, Tatum, you should be offended that I didn’t do that for you.”
I snorted a laugh but she gave us nothing.
Kyan stood suddenly, gripping Tatum’s ass again as he lifted her with him before throwing her down into the middle of his bed so hard that she bounced. She gasped as her blonde hair tumbled all around her and she lay on her back looking up at him with a faint blush lining her cheeks.
“You want me to tie you to the bed and fuck you ‘til you can’t see straight, Tatum?” he asked in a rough voice which I was guessing was aimed at getting a real reaction from her.
“And what am I supposed to do if she says yes?” I growled before she could reply. “Just stand here and watch you?”
“Naw, I bet Tatum can give real good head too. You think you could handle both of us, baby?” he asked her as she scrambled backwards up the bed like she was thinking he might really mean to go through with that offer. But she was in luck there, we might have been dark creatures but none of us got hot for girls who didn’t want us in return.
“I’d sooner drink from the fucking toilet than screw either of you,” she hissed and Kyan grinned as he got the reaction he’d wanted.
“See, Blake? Didn’t I say rich girls don’t know how to fuck?” Kyan said, turning to me with a smirk on his face that said he was pleased with himself for riling her again. “She couldn’t handle one of us, let alone both. Our girl might be hot, but I’m still pretty sure that the fantasy of her I’ve got going in my head would far surpass reality. So with that in mind, I’m gonna go use said fantasy as material to jerk off over in the shower.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I said as Tatum remained in the imagined safety she’d found in the far corner of the bed. “She could barely keep up with me when I pity fucked her after her initiation.”
“Fuck you,” Tatum snapped, unable to let that lie slide and I smirked at her, glad to have made her bite. “You were the one begging for more and panting like a bitch in heat the whole time.”
Kyan laughed darkly as he hesitated by the bathroom door to see how this argument would play out.
“Let’s see which one of us was screaming for more, shall we?” I taunted. “I do have a video of the event after all.” I cocked an eyebrow at her in challenge, just waiting for the tears, the begging and pleading for me to delete the video and never let it see the light of day again.
Tatum lifted her chin, her eyes flaring with the challenge for a moment before her gaze emptied out again and she just shrugged. “Fine,” she said eventually, like she didn’t even care and I damn near choked on my surprise. “Let’s see it.”
Kyan chuckled darkly as he leaned against the wall, clearly settling in for the show to see which one of us would balk first. But if Tatum Rivers thought it was a good idea to compete with me in a game of chicken, she was about to find out exactly how often I lost. Because the answer was never.
Challenge accepted, bitch.
I headed back through the Jack and Jill bathroom and snatched my phone from my nightstand before heading back into Kyan’s room. He had this spark in his eye as I reentered the room, like he thought I might be the one to chicken out here, but he was wrong about that. Because I didn’t lose. Couldn’t. Never learned how.
I picked up the remote on his chest of drawers and flicked his TV on before pairing it with my phone and giving Tatum one last chance to ask me to stop. She’d need to do better than that though. I’d want her begging on her knees, offering to suck my cock and give me the entire contents of her trust fund before I’d even consider backing out now.
But she didn’t beg. Hell, she didn’t even blink, just sat there in silence as she waited for me to do my worst.
I ran my thumb over the video on my phone, skipping the talking at the start and pressing play just as I reached out and flipped her over.
The fifty inch screen suddenly lit up with an image of the two of us fucking and the first sound we were all gifted was that noise she made the moment I’d slammed my cock inside of her.
She screamed in time with every thrust of my hips, begging for more and more on the video and I found myself staring at the footage of the two of us going at it like the world might end if we stopped. My throat tightened and my dick swelled as I watched it for a long minute, appreciating just how fucking hot she looked.
I tore my eyes from the screen and looked to Kyan to see what he was thinking. His face was a mask as he watched the video, but his eyes flared with an intensity I’d rarely seen in him as he drank it all in.
Tatum’s cries got louder and louder and my voice added to hers as I cursed and blessed her in the same breath, clearly having the time of my fucking life. We both kept making more and more noise until the unmistakeable sound of her coming filled the room and I groaned as I followed her over the edge. I smirked victoriously as I turned to look at her, ignoring the fact that I was hard as stone and Kyan’s suggestion of a three way was sounding a thousand times more tempting then it had a moment ago.
“Pretty sure you were louder,” I growled, shutting off the video.
“Shame I was faking then,” she said in an dead tone which was complete and utter bullshit. I’d felt the reaction of her body just as keenly as my own.
Kyan laughed loudly and I snarled with anger.
“Whatever you wanna tell yourself,” I replied, refusing to fall for her trap.
Instead of bothering to bite back at me, Tatum just closed her eyes and started moaning as she pushed her hands into her hair. She was panting too, my name slipping between those pink lips of hers as she got louder and louder, sounding a lot like she had on the video but not the fucking same at all.
She stopped as suddenly as she’d started, giving me a blank look as Kyan started laughing.
“Well, if you want me to give it a go, you can come join me in the shower, baby,” he said as he knocked the bathroom door open and headed inside. “Fair warning though – I bite.”