His lips curled into a smile. “Well, well, look who has a dirty mouth. May need to keep it busy to silence you.”
“Perhaps.”
He fisted his shaft and closed the distance between them. With his other hand, he grabbed at her tresses again, tugging hard enough for her scalp to tingle. “Open for me.”
She parted her lips, and he moved her head exactly where he wanted it before sliding his cock into her mouth. Slow and easy. She closed her eyes, savoring the salty flavor of his skin, the uniquely male taste. He groaned and titled his head back. “That’s right, baby. Convince me what a good girl you’re going to be.”
He controlled her movements with his tight grip on her hair, taking what he wanted without apology. She swirled her tongue around his length, drawing all her focus to making Jace feel as fabulous as she did being there at his feet and at his mercy. She’d never minded giving a guy head, but there was something so different about doing it this way. Of being used for his pleasure. It was intoxicating.
She boldly raised her gaze to meet his as she pressed the tip of her tongue along the sensitive vein on the bottom and then drew all the way back to lavish attention along the smooth head.
“Ah, shit, that feels good.”
She took all of him again, so far to the back of her throat she had to work hard to keep her reflexes relaxed. He pumped into her harder, his careful control slipping a bit, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the rush of feminine power, of knowing that she could unglue him, too. His voice was gravelly when he spoke again. “You’re not so sweet and innocent anymore, are you, pet? You’ve learned some tricks.”
She made a mmm of affirmation, and his cock seemed to swell against her tongue. Trusting her instinct that he probably liked to take it as rough as he liked to give it, she lifted her hand and scraped her nails across the tender skin of his testicles while increasing the suction around his shaft.
“Holy fuck, Evan.” He tilted his head back and his fist tightened on her hair. With one last thrust and groan, the heat of his release jetted against the back of her throat.
She closed her eyes and savored the moment he gave himself over to it. Taking all he had to give her. Quick and dirty and oh so nice.
A minute passed before he pulled his softening cock from her mouth. She pressed the top of her head against his belly, the hard plane of muscles heaving with his ragged breaths. His hand slid over her scalp, gentle where he’d been rough a moment before. “Jesus, that was good. Remind me to reward you for that.”
She raised her face to look up at him, but the sound of the sliding glass doors opening behind her had her vaulting to her feet. Jace put a firm hand on the crown of her head, pushing her back down. “I didn’t tell you to get up.”Author: Roni Loren
“But—”
“Relax.” He tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped his fly.
Andre stepped onto the deck, carrying a tray of sandwiches and bottled soda. He glanced over at the two of them, the corner of his mouth curving. “I thought maybe the two of you would want some dinner. Although, it looks like you may have already jumped to dessert.”
Evan felt the blush work up the length of her, and her gaze darted to the ground.
Jace put two fingers under her chin, lifting her face to him. “Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t want you to feel shame with me or Andre. You look beautiful right now. There’s nothing sexier than a sub giving herself over to this process and pleasing her master. I like others to see what’s mine and wish it were theirs. Andre’s just jealous that you’re not kneeling before him.”
“Damn straight,” Andre agreed, setting down the tray and stretching out on one of the lounge chairs that surrounded the hot tub.
Her gaze wandered over to their new companion. He’d changed out of the slacks and into a pair of black cargo shorts and a snug-fitting T-shirt. And damn, the man looked good—all tawny skin and tightly packed muscle, his dark features a reverse image of Jace’s light ones. He gave her a wicked smile, and the embarrassment she’d felt began to morph into something else, something far more pleasant than shame.
“Ah, you like Andre looking at you,” Jace observed.
Her focus snapped back to him.
“Stand up, pet.” Jace put a hand under her elbow and helped her to her feet. “If you enjoy Andre seeing you like this, then maybe you should give him something to watch.”
“Wait, what?” she asked, her heartbeat thumping in her ears.
Jace stepped behind her and walked his fingers along her spine until he reached the hook of her bra. With a flick of his hand, the strap unhinged, and he slid the bra down her arms, exposing her breasts to the night air and to Andre.
On instinct, her hands lifted to cover herself, but Jace caught her arms and tucked them behind her back. His mouth went to her bare shoulder and teeth grazed her skin. “Tell me, Andre, you think my little sub likes you seeing her beautiful tits.”
She bit her lip, feeling vulnerable, but unable to deny the effect the exposure was having on her body. Every part of her ached to be touched, licked. She was so slick with heat she was sure both men could see it soaking her panties.
Andre sat up on his elbows, the reflection of the hot tub lights flickering in his brown eyes. “I would say those nipples are begging to be tasted. They’re so tight and pink.”
Jace stepped back around her and let his gaze roll slowly over her. “I think you’re right. Hook your arms around the railing behind you, pet, and keep them there.”
She followed his instructions, the movement causing her small breasts to jut out further. Jace’s hands gripped her waist then slid up and over her ribs until he plumped both breasts in his palms. Her breath quickened at his firm touch. She arched back, needing more.