Jenalyn: Crossing Lines (#4) [Complete]

Chapter 50: Dane

Monday, 1:26 P.M. EST

Hayden and Sierra are knelt down on the floor in front of where I half sit, half lay on my bed. It’s an awesome visual, but I know I can’t lose sight of the actual goal I have in mind besides busting in one of these girl’s mouths.

Sierra is doing what she can to make this blowjob just bearable. It’s probably because she still claims to be in pain- but most likely because if she does better than Jena, that means she’s losing out on a dose. 

“Let’s see what Jena has got,” I tell them, using my grip on Sierra’s hair to lift her mouth from my dick. “Switch up, let’s go.”

I’m only about half as hard as I could be with Sierra’s performance, but I have a feeling I’m about to grow solid.

Jena shoots me a look as if to plead with me not to do this. She’s got to know it’s pointless though- I’m getting harder just thinking about her mouth around me.

There’s no way this isn’t happening now. 

“Alright, c’mon Jena!” Sierra excitedly says, shooting me a cautious look before grabbing onto Jena and pulling her head to my dick.

Jena tries to fight it, but Sierra isn’t having that shit. 

“It’s your turn! Stop being such a little bitch!” She laughs between gritted teeth, pushing Jena’s unopened mouth to my lap. “Open your fucking mouth!” 

I can’t help a small laugh from escaping my lips. I knew Sierra was going to take this seriously the moment I offered her next fix up as a reward. Staying true to her Jenalyn similarities, the girl is a fucking junkie. 

“Get off of me!” Jena cries, fighting Sierra a little more now as she tries to pry her mouth open. “Get the fuck off of-” 

Sierra’s fingers slip into Jena’s mouth while she’s mid-cry, and she takes the opportunity to bite down on them. 

“You bitch!” Sierra tries to hit Jena. I obviously have to interfere there. That was yesterday’s game. 

“Pipe down, stand-in,” I say, grabbing her fist before she makes contact with Jena’s face. “I guess that just means Jena loses this round, doesn’t it?” 

I offer a very uncomfortable and crying Jena a smile I know she doesn’t want to see. A smile that reminds her of the repercussions her defiance has bestowed upon her. 

“I’ll do it if you just- ... make her leave!” Jena cries after a second, watching me sit up to grab the syringe and band from my nightstand. It's a nice twist to the game, I thought.

I’m shaking my head before she can finish her sentence. 

“Not happening, Lil Bit!” I say with a sigh, grasping onto her arm and pulling her toward me so I can tie a band around it. Sierra isn’t happy about how fast the round ended. I’m sure she would’ve preferred a little more time to force Jena down on me so she could get her fix. 

But I need to use this one stone to hit multiple birds. 

Yeah, Jena is going to fucking suck this dick tonight, whether she likes it or not. But she’s also going to do the damned drugs I promised I’d make her do. I already said I’m done with these empty threats.

Jena struggles with me for a few moments as I position her arm and bite the top off the syringe I’ve held in my mouth. She only settles herself once I threaten going for a vein regardless of whether or not I’ll miss. 

“Maybe next round, you’ll get your shit together,” I tell her as I empty the needle into her vein. “Maybe next round, you won’t let a fucking stand-in be better than you!”