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.
“Tell me what you want, Evan.”
He’d used her real name for the second time, but she no longer cared what he called her as long as he gave her some relief. “Please. I need your mouth.”
“But Andre will see,” he pointed out, his tone filled with feigned concern.
“Let him,” she gasped. “Just please.”
His head dipped down and his mouth closed over one of her nipples, causing her to cry out. He sucked and licked on one side and used his hand on the opposite breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers and sending shots of pleasure straight to her core.
“Oh, Lordy,” she murmured, her head lolling back.
His teeth grazed against the hardened nub, then bit. She jolted at the sharp snap of pain, but then pleasure, hot and wicked, chased the sensation. Holy shit. Her nipples had always been wonderfully sensitive, but hell if she wasn’t on the verge of coming from that stimulation alone.
A sound akin to a growl rumbled low and deep from Jace as he lifted his head. “You like being watched?”
“I . . . I don’t know.”
He smiled and rasped a thumb over her nipple. “I think you do know. How wet did you get for me that day on stage?”
She shuddered at the low, coaxing tone of his voice, the devil inviting her to take his hand for a little walk.
“You know what I think? I think if the lights hadn’t gone out, you would’ve let me slide my hands up the rest of the way under that dress, would’ve let me fuck you with my fingers while your fiancé and all those people watched.” His hand traced down her belly and teased at the band of her panties, but his eyes never left hers.
“I wanted you to,” she whispered.
His gaze turned hooded as he moved his hand beneath the triangle of silk and found her wet heat. She hissed, so ready to tip over the edge. Just a few glides over her clit would do it.
“That night I stroked my cock, remembering the sweet scent of your pussy, all slick and ready for me. Imagined how good you would feel coming around me.”
She tilted her head back and whimpered as he dipped two fingers inside her. “Shit. Sir, please, I’m so close.”
“Well, now, look how nicely you asked. You’re a quick learner.” In one swift motion, he yanked her panties down and off, leaving her fully naked against the railing. The cool air licked at her freshly shaven skin. She’d made the last-minute decision the night before to shave herself bare, and suddenly she was very, very happy she had made that call. Jace went to his knees, grasping the backs of her legs and lifting them. “Just hold on, baby.”
She locked her arms more tightly around the railing behind her, her muscles straining, but she was far beyond feeling pain. Jace spread her thighs wide and guided her legs over his shoulders, putting his mouth centimeters from her sex. Using the tip of his tongue, he traced the delicate folds as if he had all the time in the world, teasing her, making her writhe against him. His hands clamped down hard on her thighs, holding her in place for his painstakingly gentle assault.
“Mmm,” he said, kissing the inside of her thigh, so close to where she really wanted his mouth. “You taste so good. I may just do this all night.”
She groaned. “I won’t survive it. I . . . It’s been too long.”
The words tumbled out before she had time to think them through, and she wanted to smack her forehead when she realized what she’d said.
Jace’s lips paused along the trail he was kissing up her thigh. “Baby, if that boyfriend of yours isn’t worshipping this beautiful cunt every chance he gets, he deserves to have some other guy fuck you because that’s a goddamned crime.”
His words were coarse, dirty, but the heat behind them had her temperature climbing as high as the steaming hot tub behind him. No longer in teasing mode, Jace ran the flat of his tongue along her pussy, sending tremors through her entire body. Then he locked his lips over her, sucking her clit into his mouth.
The sharp cry that ripped out of her was unrecognizable to her own ears. Jace hummed his approval against her skin, moving his mouth and tongue over her with the skill of a man who knew his way around a woman’s body.
Another wave of hot moisture flooded her sex, and the erotic sounds of his mouth licking and sucking against her skin had her mind buzzing and her body quivering. Pleasure, fast and fierce, lashed at her, driving her higher and higher. It had been . . . so . . . damn . . . long. No matter how much she had tried to convince herself, masturbation had nothing on this—nothing on a real man whose sole intent was to send her into oblivion.