Another shriek, then laughter pulls from my chest as I’m held, almost straddling him. Our legs are entwined, mine draped over, his hairs tickling me.
“You’re welcome,” he says, hands lazily stroking my back. “Now spill all those thoughts. What can I kiss and make better?”
I narrow my eyes playfully because I could say a ton of dirty responses. But I know he’s just asking to soothe my worries. So I take a deep breath before I speak, looking down at the wings imprinted along his throat, tracing my wet finger over them.
“I guess I just don’t know how it all works. I mean, I know how sex works.” I chuckle softly. “But I’m obviously a newbie at”—I peek at him, grinning as I add—“multitasking. I don’t know what the rules are. What’s my role? Will you take turns?”
Damn, this suddenly feels dirty. This is when my thought-to-mouth malfunction would be handy to have around. I’ve never been shy about sex. But we’re so intimate right now, it’s making me short-circuit.
I focus on the art as he answers, but I know he’s staring at me.
“Sometimes we take turns. Sometimes not. What would you like us to do?”
My finger pauses. I search his arm, thinking, because I’ve always envisioned being devoured, but what does that really mean? I bite my lip, knowing.
“I’d…ummm—like the sometimes not.”
Jace leans forward, his fingers swiping wet hair across my forehead.
“You’d like to take two people at once. That’s what you mean. How about having someone in your mouth too?”
I audibly exhale, nodding. Jesus. My hips rock forward involuntarily just thinking about it. He smiles, running a hand down my back, cupping my ass.
“Practice using words, Sammy.” Jace pulls me closer between his legs. “They’re important, baby. We need to know when it’s too much or not enough. We want your pleasure, remember?”
I swallow before whispering, “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I’d like to be fucked by everyone, all at once.”
Jace closes his eyes for the briefest of moments before hauling me onto his lap.
Oh my god. He’s hard.
His arms wrap around me tightly as our mouths hover but don’t connect. His breath is warm against my skin, our noses brushing.
“Tell me more,” he whispers before dipping his head and gently dragging his lips over my neck. “Ask me everything.”
My arms are resting over his shoulders, breasts pressed against his hard pecs as we explore each other’s bodies. My elbows bend, fingers weaving through his tousled black hair.
“I’m worried I won’t know what to do. I don’t want to be bad at this.”
He growls into my skin, and my head tips back, giving him room to lick over my throat as he speaks.
“Just give yourself over and trust us. That’s all you have to do, baby. That and be the dirty minx I know you are.”
His wet hands come to the nape of my neck, curling against my skin, pulling my hair with them. My head falls back, so I’m looking him in the eyes.
“Can you do that, Samantha? Can you let us have you the way you want?”
He’s right. I know what I want, and now I get to have it.
“Yes,” I exhale, arching my back to be closer to him.
Jace tightens his grip on my hair, staring at me with a smirk.
“Prove it. Tell me how you like to be touched.”
I lick my lips. “What are my choices?”
Fuck. The look on his face is so seductive. It’s the way he stares intensely into mine with all his intentions pouring out of him. They say eyes are the windows to the soul. I think Jace’s soul wants to fuck mine. I grin. He’s a soulfucker.
“Well, there are all kinds of touches. Like soft ones.” His fingers from his free hand trail over my back softly. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” I rasp, but he keeps speaking.
“And then there are touches meant for teasing.”
Jace lets go of my hair, dipping his hands in the water before bringing them to my arms. Water beads, rolling droplet over droplet as he traces a path up my arms, tickling over my collarbone and down my breasts.
I swallow, breath hollow as he runs circles over my nipples.
“I like to tease,” he breathes out. “I love to make this part last before we take you to heaven. Do you want to be teased?”
I nod, but he raises his brows. Because Jace already knows the answer, he’s just teaching me to say it.
“Yes,” I rush out, almost panting, “I want to be teased.”
He smiles, dipping his hands under the water and caressing my thighs. And my eyes almost roll into the back of my head. The sensation is heady. The constant rhythm of his hands, rubbing and kneading my thighs, makes my pelvis tilt forward, asking for more. For him to move closer.
“Jace,” I pant. “I want you to touch me. Please.”
But he says nothing. His thumbs brush up and down my skin as his hands move agonizingly slow toward my center. I grip his shoulders, writhing in small undulations over his hard cock as he pours his words over me like hot molten lava.
“I want your body to quiver, Samantha. To beg for the feel of our hands.” He leans in, kissing me, pulling my bottom lip between his and sucking before he draws back. “I want your pussy to soak my hands even in this water because you’re fucking spun.” His tongue glides inside my mouth, circling my own before I’m left cold again. “I want to take my sweet time until you can’t take anymore.”
I gasp, eyes closed, as his finger runs straight through the seam of my pussy, parting the dark curly hair.
“Oh god. Yes.”
His touch is so soft, barely tracing the mound of my clit that I lift, trying to get more friction. Holy shit. He glides through my lips again, this time with two fingers, spreading me open to the warm water.
My body shudders.
“Fuck,” I moan, trying to open my legs wider, hitting the porcelain tub instead.
Jace closes a hand around my throat, pushing me back so I’m leaning away as his palm runs up my stomach and back down.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then ask for what you want.”
My mouth falls open, fingernails digging into his skin as husky wanton words spill out of my mouth.
“I want you, Jace. I want you to go down on me while Alec watches.”
thirteen
“There’s my dirty slut. Daddy’s here.”
Water splashes, hitting the tiles, sloshing and spilling everywhere as he stands, bringing me with him. My legs wrap around his waist as our mouths crash against each other.
We’re embroiled in passion, licking and teasing. Letting our tongues explore each other’s mouths. I’m clinging to him as soft mewls draw from my throat while he steps out of the tub effortlessly.
Fuck, my body’s on fire.
Jace hoists me up, making me squeal before he grips my ass tighter with one hand, wrapping the other around my waist.
Wet footsteps slap the floor as he walks toward the bathroom door, kissing me senselessly. I don’t know how far we’ve made it into the bedroom or if we’re still in the bathroom because I’m possessed.
I’m all hands clutching his head before my palms slap down on his back as I rub our bodies together kind of fevered.