Do You Want a Fucking Threesome?

What the actual fuck.

Mom's question hung in the air like a bomb, bright and innocent and about to blow my whole life to pieces.

"Is everything okay?"

I opened my mouth, and pure panic spilled out.

“I… I, uh, it was, um…”

Words wouldn't come. My brain was soup. Because Jax's fingers were still buried inside me, two thick knuckles deep, stroking my walls under the table while his face stayed perfectly calm.

He curled them once, slowly and cruelly, and my voice cracked on a whimper I disguised as a cough.

Mom's head turned sideways. Her grin dimmed. Richard looked up from his steak, his curiosity piqued.

Jax's fingers slid out of me in one slick silence.

The sudden emptiness made me gasp. My pussy clenched around nothing, betrayed, dripping onto the chair.

Before I could even get my pathetic stutter out, Jax interjected, his voice so smooth it was like silk.

"I knocked over a full bottle of water reaching for the remote. Clumsy as hell. Scarlett dropped down to help me clean it up before it ruined the leather. Didn't want you guys to know when you got home."

He shrugged and flashed that sheepish smile. "I told her I'd handle it, but she insisted. You know how she is."

Mom's face melted into that fond, proud-mom glow. "Oh, my sweet girl, always so helpful."

Richard chuckled and went already back to his food.

I stared at my plate. My thighs started to quiver, and I tried to breathe.

In my head, I whispered it for the first time ever: For the first time in his life, the selfish bastard just saved me.

I barely finished the thought when Jax's hand returned, casual as reaching for his wine, and shoved three fingers straight back inside me to the hilt.

My back arched off the chair. A tiny, broken squeak escaped before I slapped a hand over my mouth and pretended to sneeze.

Mom cooed, "Bless you!" Richard didn't even look up.

Jax started pumping again, slow and deep. His thumb circled my clit like he had all night.

I was going to die at this table.

The rest of dinner was torture in surround sound.

Mom chattered happily about the Asia trip that was “definitely happening soon, maybe next week, maybe a whole month, who knows, isn’t that exciting?!”

Richard made one of his corny dad jokes about frequent-flier miles. Mom howled like it was comedy gold. Jax laughed along like he wasn't fingers fucking me harder every time I tried to become a little comfortable.

By the time plates were empty, I was a shaking soaked mess, biting my lip bloody to stay quiet.

Jax stood first and went to the kitchen with his plates in his hand.

I waited thirty seconds, then did what a good little daughter would and gathered up the rest and carried them to the kitchen.

The second the door swung shut behind me, he was on me.

Plates crashed into the sink. He grasped my jaw, forced my mouth open, and slid the three fingers that had just been inside me past my lips.

"Suck, everything off my finger" he ordered, his voice low and lethal.

I did. Greedily. I licked myself off him, moaning around his skin like a slut while he watched with dark, satisfied eyes.

When I finished he pulled them out with a wet pop, wiped them on my cheek and walked out without another word.

I stood there, panting, my thighs slick, hating how empty I felt once more.

Later that night, the moans started even earlier than usual.

They were louder.

Filthier.

“Yes, fuck, right there, daddy.”

Who the fuck is this girl with daddy kink

The headboard slammed. Wet and rhythmic. Squelches echoed down the hall, the unmistakable sound of a pussy taking cock hard and fast.

He was groaning loud on purpose. She was louder.

I was three quarters through a bottle of vodka that I had stolen from Richard's bar, trying to drink myself unconscious before the show started. It hadn't worked.

I would have worked, if it started the usual time it does. But he's a devil, he knows how to do everything to suit what he wants.

Now I was drunk, burning, and completely insane.

I dropped the bottle; it rolled under the bed.

Yanking my oversized T-shirt over my head, I stepped out of my panties and stormed naked down the hallway.

His door was wide open. That explains why everything is way much louder.

Some petite brunette was sitting on his face, thighs clamped around his head, grinding shamelessly while he devoured her with his lips. His cock stood straight up, thick, glistening, and craving attention that's it's not getting yet.

I didn’t think.

The girl whimpered, confused, but he gripped her hips tighter and continued to fuck her.

I ignored her completely.

I yanked my T-shirt over my head, naked underneath, and sank down until his bare cock slid through my slick folds, coating him in me.

I rolled my hips slow, torturous, letting his cock rub between my lips, over my clit, almost in the middle, but not completely.

He lifted the girl off his face carefully. His eyes locked on me—black with rage and lust.

“Put it in,” I whispered, my voice shaking with desperation. “Or push me away. Right now.”

His eyes were black fire.

Smack.

His hand cracked across the brunette’s ass.

He flipped her onto the mattress beside us, shoved three fingers into her dripping pussy without hesitation, and growled the words that made my heart stop.

"Fuck—"

His eyes was never leaving mine, and he never said a word to me. When he did?

“Do you want a fucking threesome?”