“It was until you ruined the damn view.” Lucky’s voice holds more than a hint of bite.
When I work up the courage to glance at him, though, he doesn’t look irritated. There’s an ache in his eyes as he looks at me and Jasper that makes my breath gush out all over again.
My head falls back limply against Beau’s shoulder, and his lips resume their wet, delicious movements along my neck.
Jasper’s fingers trace the column of my vulnerable throat, down to the front of my shirt.
Before I can work out what’s happening, he’s freeing one button after the other. I jerk in protest, but then a determined finger—Beau’s?—slides between my folds, brushing my clit, and I cry out, all thought and uncertainty chased from my mind by pure want.
“Beau.”
“Fuck,” he swears, hips jerking upwards, pushing his hard length against my ass.
“If you don’t mind,” Jasper says wryly as the motion jostles his movements on my shirt, which is now mostly unbuttoned.
How did he do that so fast?
Beau licks the shell of my ear, all hot, heavy breath, and whispers, “I told you I love it when you say my name, darlin’。
Such a good girl.”
The finger between my legs strokes firmly, up and down first, then in circles, discovering what makes me shudder. Beau’s approval makes me weak. My breathing becomes more urgent, panting. My eyes squeeze shut, trying to close off at least one element of overwhelming, riotous sensation, and I hardly notice as the silk shirt is pulled to the side, revealing my naked body to the room.
There’s a sharp intake of breath, and I vaguely hear someone ask, “Uh, should Jayk be here for this?”
And someone on the other side of the room replies with a growl, “He left. His own damn fault.”
Cool fingers run over my chest. Tension coils low in my stomach as someone else rubs and strokes my clit. My own arousal slicks my thighs obscenely. I can hear every wet motion, but I’m too far gone to care. I want them to know how much I want this. How good they’re making me feel.
Lips replace the hands at my chest, and my own hands lift, tangling in thick hair. There’s a scorching, wet drag of a mouth to my ear, making me arch into another pair of lips as they close around my left nipple and suck.
My hands tighten in that thick hair, and I let out a sobbing cry, lost to sensation, my eyes fastened shut. The mouth moves to my other nipple as the maddening finger flicks over my clit again, making me jerk. The finger drags down, teasing my entrance, circling it, before plunging in. Then another finger works inside, joining the first, filling me.
I try to grind against the pressure, but sudden hands at my hips hold me firm.
Those fingers continue to move in and out of my tight hole, stretching me, punishing me. Teeth join the damp, determined lips at my breast and the sharp sting sizzles over my skin, like a live wire to my core.
Tears leak from the corners of my eyes. I can’t track who is doing what—it’s all just pleasure. At another sharp, wet tug on my nipple, I clench around the thick fingers inside me. The sensation is foreign, invasive, delicious. I’ve never been handled like this in my life. Beau groans into my neck.
“Do you have any idea how good your pussy feels, darlin’？” he whispers roughly. “So tight. You’re dripping over my fingers, dirty girl. You’re going to come all over my lap, aren’t you? Jasper and I will take care of you.”
I want his filthy mouth on mine. I want to swallow the sounds. My hands are frantic, but I can’t reach skin.
Just when I think the pressure inside me can’t build any further, the fingers inside me crook, rubbing a magical spot that makes lights dance behind my eyes. Everything in me tenses. I think I stop breathing. A thumb circles wetly over my clit, faster and faster. I teeter on the brink, breathless and gasping. The build inside me is strange and desperate and tears are in my eyes, and I don’t know exactly what it is but I know I’m so close.
“Be a good girl, darlin’。 Come for me,” Beau orders.
Then those scraping teeth bite down hard on my breast as a hand roughly tweaks the nipple on the other. The sting of pain, the excruciating fullness of the fingers in my pussy and Beau’s hungry command work like raw dynamite and I explode. I shatter. I hurtle over the edge, drowning in full-body ecstasy. A scorching mouth meets mine, swallowing my wild cry, and the fingers inside me are unrelenting, eking out every last wave of pleasure. Every squirming shiver.
My toes actually curl. I always thought that was just a myth.
The cruel mouth on my breasts turns gentle, soothing. The hurt has settled into something luscious. My head is turned and a new pair of lips licks and nibbles against mine, encouraging my soft moans. I relax into the lazy kisses, until finally I give a last shudder, limp and spent.
The mouth on mine moves to pull away but I suck weakly on the delicious lips, not ready to relinquish them. The amused laugh muffled against me isn’t familiar and my eyelids, heavy with pleasure, flutter open.
Jasper studies me, and there’s a smoldering satisfaction behind his eyes that makes me swallow. God, he really is lovely.
Beau’s hand lifts from between my legs, drawing my gaze. He licks his glistening fingers and smirks when my mouth drops open at the slide of his pink tongue cleaning off my juices, though my breathing is still too ragged to protest. I bite down on my lip. Hard.
“I’ve changed my mind; she’s a perfect fit. I’d be pleased to have her,” Jasper says in a low, silky voice.
I blush and my gaze catches on the very noticeable bulge between his legs. Guilt washes through me.
“I—” I begin, and then clear my throat. My voice is so husky it’s unrecognizable. “I can . . . ”
Can . . . what, exactly? I don’t even know where to begin. The tempered heat in Jasper’s face gentles somewhat, and he bends to give me another brief kiss on my lips.
“Very kind, but not necessary. I think that’s enough for one afternoon.”
He turns and gives Dominic a cool look. Catching sight of him makes me distinctly aware that I’m completely exposed.
My breasts glisten damply in the warm, low light, my nipples are obscenely puffy and red, and there’s a distinct bite mark on my right breast. My legs are still split over Beau’s thighs and my slit is wet and swollen and bare and in full view. My long, still-damp brown hair tangles over my arms and Beau’s shoulders. I can even feel the dark blush in my cheeks.
With Jasper out of the way, I note with relief that Dom has finally abandoned his book. His golden gaze rakes over me, and Lucky blatantly watches, his eyes sliding between me and Jasper. Jasper raises one brow at him before leaving the room.
I clutch the sides of my shirt and pull them closed over my chest. The movement makes me shift in Beau’s lap, and he groans, his arm tightening around my waist. The hardness of him is insistent against the seam of my rear, covered only by the straining denim of his jeans. I fight the urge to turn around and press against him. Delicious little aftershocks still tingle under my skin but there’s a hollow, empty ache between my thighs. As wonderful as his fingers were, what I really want is that thick length buried inside me.
I jump off Beau’s lap, pulse erratic. What in holy hell is wrong with me? I never think like this.