“Oh, God, yes.” She panted harshly, her heart rate instantly spiking.
His touch was electric, and with a skilled, fluttery motion, his tongue teased the sensitive knot between her legs. Her pulse soared. He eased his finger into her wet depths and a raspy moan leapt from low in her throat.
“Yes,” she urged. “Make me come.”
He worked a second finger in and pumped feverishly. Liv’s head fell back on the pillow and she closed her eyes, letting all the thrilling sensations rush through her. She raised her hips and pressed herself against his mouth
He suckled her clit and she bit back a cry.
“That’s so good,” she whispered. “So damn hot.”
Her eyes opened and she gazed down at Tristan, watching as he’d requested. His mouth on her was a wicked sight. Her hips jerked upward, a silent craving for more. Her fingers itched to plow through his silky hair, holding him to her until she’d gotten everything she wanted from him.
The yearning to touch him was a powerful one, but Liv was even more enticed by the bindings restraining her, keeping her open to him.
He continued to suckle enthusiastically as he fingered her. Her pelvis gyrated as he pushed her right to the precipice.
“Yes,” she insisted. “Just like that, Tristan. Oh, my God. Just like that.”
The tension pulled tight within her and then the erotic sensations erupted and Liv squeaked out a whimper that really wanted to be a roar as she came on a frenzy of heat and moisture.
“Christ,” she said, breathing heavily. “That is so incredibly good.”
Tristan’s head lifted. “Don’t be so quiet.”
“We’re outside.”
“You do realize how big this yacht is and how far away we are from the marina?”
He had a point, except . . . “Nate has a crew.”
“They can’t hear you,” Tristan reiterated. “Trust me.”
“Always,” Liv said.
With a sinful glint in his eyes, Tristan told her, “I’m not done.”
Of course not. He had amazing opening-act material, but Liv knew he had more in store for her. And she also knew that Nate would join in at just the right moment to double her pleasure.
That thought intensified the pulsating in her pussy to a more incessant, greedy cadence.
Tristan reached into the goody bag and pulled out two small peacock feathers with tiny clamps attached to them.
Inquisitively, Liv eyed what looked to be dangly earrings as he tested each one on the pad of his finger, made an adjustment, then returned his attention to her.
“What are those?” she asked.
“Nipple clamps.”
“Oh!” Liv gasped, a bit shocked. Definitely an unexpected addition to his repertoire. “Not so sure about those . . .”
She writhed against the silk ties at her wrists.
Tristan made a soft chastising noise. “They’re not that harsh, and you know I wouldn’t have bought them if I didn’t think you could handle this. We never got around to this part.”
“Tristan—” Her gaze snapped to his stepbrother. “Nate! Those are going to hurt.”
“Just a little pinch,” Nate said in his low, sexy tone. “They’ll keep your nipples hard.”