by Alisha Rai
Jacob pushed the corset down, taking her skirt with it, until the clothing pooled around her feet and she stood naked in front of the crowd. She closed her eyes, but she could feel gazes flicking over her as she stood there in nothing but a thong.
“I wish the stage was in here,” he murmured. “You should always be the center of attention.”
She said the only words she could manage. “This isn’t like you.”
Rough hands ran over her ass, petting her and parting her, stroking her flesh. “I’m just learning who I am, but I think this is exactly like me.”
“So you’ll what? Have sex in front of a crowd? I may not set myself up as the main attraction, but I’ve done it before. Have you?”
“No.” His face rubbed against her hair, as if he were trying to absorb her through his skin. “But I think it should be fine. I’d be self-conscious, but I’ve been told I have a first-class ass.”
The tug of lusty humor was frightening. A Jacob ready to embrace her desires wholeheartedly was a dangerous Jacob. She’d never recover when he slipped out of her grasp.
“Besides. These are your people. They’re safe. Right?”
She inhaled, her resistance wearing thin. “Yes. They’re safe.”
His palms shaped her hips and stroked over her breasts, lifting them as if offering them to the crowd. “Should we let them have a taste?”
Debauch him. Stain his soul. Her greatest dream. All hers for the taking. Her fragile wall of resistance crumbled. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave a helpless nod.
“Too bad,” he said. “There are too many of them, and I don’t want to wait that long.”
“So pick a couple,” she whispered, seduced by him and the sexuality thick in the air.
He paused, and she realized for all his posturing, he was still a newbie at this. She waved her hand at the men sitting on the closest sofa. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the grin that split Remy’s face as he grabbed his friend Ty’s hand and strode toward them.
Jacob’s chest touched her naked back, fine cotton brushing against her shoulder blades. “What do you want them to do?”
“I thought you were in charge,” she said archly.
She felt him smile. “Why can’t we both be in charge? Division of power.”
Share the power? She shared a lot of things, but power wasn’t one of them. Being top dog was easy.
Sharing was…uncharted territory. Scary. But so tempting, she couldn’t resist playing with fire. She stretched her hand up behind her, scratching her fingernails over his cheek. “I want to be stuffed full, every inch of me filled with cock,” she murmured. “There. That’s my command. Now you decide how to get us there.”
His exhalation ended in a groan. “I think I can do that.” He gripped her neck. “On your knees.”
Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, she wanted his quiet, stern, powerful voice. The voice she had fantasized over for years, the one that made her wonder if he’d play naughty professor or conquering knight with her.
She gave in to the pressure on her neck and sank to her knees. Whispers and rustles came from their audience, which was growing, murmurs of her participation spreading through the other rooms.
Jacob knelt next to her, beckoning Ty and Remy closer, until they were standing near enough for her to touch. He smoothed a strand of her hair away and pressed a tender kiss on her cheek. “Take out their cocks.”
A month ago, she couldn’t have imagined Jacob knowing what a cock was, let alone saying the word. Dear Lord, he had changed.
Or maybe he had stayed the same. Her perception had changed.
With shaking hands, she undid Remy’s pants first, pulling out his erection and stroking it until he hissed a curse. He was already hard, but that was no surprise. The man was always ready to go. It was part of what made him so in demand in his profession.
“Now the other one.”
He was objectifying the two men, turning them into tools for her pleasure. Tools he could direct.
Desire made her lightheaded. How had such a relatively inexperienced man looked inside her and pinpointed her favorite fantasy?
The answer buzzed around her brain, but she swatted it away, not eager to confront anything deeper than physical pleasure. She glanced up at Ty. Of average height, the third man was built like a boxer, compact and muscular. He was a sweet guy, someone Remy had brought as a guest a few years ago and who had made enough of a favorable impression that she remembered to include him afterward. His smile was sweetly seductive, teeth flashing white against his black skin as he watched her, dark eyes hot.
She didn’t let go of Remy’s cock while she undid Ty’s fly, her hand delving inside his trousers to find him hot and hard. His cock wasn’t as long as Remy’s, but it was nice and thick. He hissed out a breath when she stroked him.
“Suck him,” Jacob directed.
“Which one?”
He paused, as if considering her question. “Either. Both.”
Her thighs tightened, and she glanced between the two men. She held her hand up to Jacob’s face. “Lick this for me. I need lube.”
Holding her gaze, he licked her palm, his tongue rough. She enclosed her wet palm around Remy’s cock, while using her other hand to steady Ty. He groaned as she swallowed him down, almost to the back of her throat, sucking him deeper with every stroke.
Remy’s hand settled in her hair, his familiar fingers tangling as he directed her to take his friend harder, his growls of approval spurring her to her best performance.
Jacob’s calloused hands slipped over her shoulders and her chest, weighing and cupping her breasts. She gave a muffled shriek when he pinched her nipple hard, the sound pulling a groan from Ty.
She was disappointed when Jacob eased her off Ty by holding her neck, but she couldn’t resist the surge of arousal at his hand pressing against her vulnerable windpipe.
“He’s going to come,” he chastised her, his louder voice a sign of his growing confidence. “How will you be stuffed full of cock then?”
Akira licked her lips. “There’s no shortage of men here.”
She felt him smile. “You are such a greedy woman.”
She was greedy. She always had been. It was one of her many shortcomings.
His hold gentled, until he was stroking her throat with his thumb. He pulled her around so she was facing him. Green eyes clashed with hers, filled with excitement and need.
“Remy,” he said, his voice guttural. “On the floor.”
She didn’t look to see whether Remy obeyed. Who wouldn’t obey that sharp bite of command?
She knew people were watching her, and that only drove her arousal higher. Fuck yeah. She should be the center of attention.
“I want you to ride him,” Jacob instructed her.
Her breath caught. “What about you?”
His smile was sinful. “I’ll be inside you too.”
Weak, she turned and clambered on top of Remy, not concerned that her movements lacked grace. His cock was already encased in a rubber, ready for her. She straddled his hips, his face tightening when she sank down. He didn’t move, well accustomed to the mechanics of a three-way, but pulled her tight to his chest.
Akira rested her forehead against Remy’s collarbone and inhaled the scent of his expensive cologne. Foil crinkled. Remy slid his hands down her spine and opened her ass cheeks, and lube trickled between them. She hid her face in Remy’s neck, relaxing as Jacob worked his thick dick inside her ass.
A whimper escaped her as he seated himself deep, until he could lay over her, his sweaty chest plastered against her back. “Good?” he rasped.
“Yes. Dear God, yes.”
“I’ve never done this before.” His confession was for her ears alone, wondering and hot. “How have I never done this before?”
Good. Possessiveness roared through her. She wanted as many firsts as she could take from him. “Do you like it?”
“Like isn’t a strong enough
word.” His hips pulsed, as if he were unable to hold still. “Are you full yet?”
She moaned when he ground a little deeper. “My mouth’s empty.”
He gave a wheezing laugh against her shoulder at her plaintive tone. “So fill it.”
Ty’s cock was right there, bobbing next to her face. She turned her head, and he eagerly stepped forward, holding himself steady so she could swallow him.
Now she was filled. Completely surrounded by pleasure and thickness and desire.
Jacob and Remy started to move, their motions so in sync, they could have been doing this for years. The pleasure of them filling her overwhelmed her so much that she had to break away from Ty’s cock, unable to maintain coordination. The man fisted his erection and jacked it, her saliva making the surface slippery. With his other hand, he pushed back the hair that had fallen into her face, stroking her cheek.
Love. Trust.
Acceptance?
No. She stiffened.
Jacob mistook her, halting, Remy following his lead. “Problem?” Jacob wheezed.
“No.” There was no problem. No problem at all. This was easy, and simple, and basic.
His hips resumed their motion. He used his grasp on her hair to jerk her head back, her neck arching. “You like this?”
The bite of pain made her pussy clench. Dear God. He was a natural. “Yes.”
“Say it louder.”
“Yes!”
“You like being stuffed with cock.”
She whimpered as both men powered deep, their cocks hitting all the right spots. “Yes.”
“Akira…” There was a depth of meaning in her name. He leaned in, until he could whisper in her ear. “I can feel him against me.”
The words were all she needed to explode, her pussy tightening and releasing in hard contractions. Remy stiffened underneath her, his hands going to her hips and grinding her down as he ejaculated.
Jacob withdrew from her gently, but her fingers still curled when he slipped out of that muscular ring. In marked contrast to his gentleness, his fingers were rough and hard when they wrapped around her arms.
She was so boneless, it was an easy matter for him to pull her off Remy and turn her around to face him. His jaw was set, eyes intense.
He tugged his condom off and gripped his cock, shiny streams of precome weeping from the slit at the tip. He pumped his erection, eyes at half-mast. “Where do you want it on you?” he asked, his deep, gravelly voice unrecognizable.
A no-brainer, when his eyes were tracking certain parts of her body like there were bull’s-eyes on them. “Tits.”
His face tightened, jaw flexing. One jerk, two, and he granted her wish, his streams of come dripping over her breasts and down her belly. White teeth flashed as he bit his lip to hold back his shout.
He sat back, his muscular chest rising and falling. The sharp bite of passion in his gaze had been replaced by hazy satisfaction, his face relaxed and open. His palm settled on her waist, and he tugged her closer to him, so he could run his fingers through the mess he’d left on her chest. He swirled his come around before grasping her breast, roughly massaging it into her skin.
The cries and ecstatic sighs of their audience filled the room. Ty contributed to the din, probably because Remy had recovered enough to tend to him. Akira didn’t look. She was too busy staring at Jacob.
“You didn’t need to be quiet. When you came, I mean,” she finally spoke, uttering the first thing in her head. She hadn’t thought much of it in the moment, but he had restrained himself when she and Jessie had gone down on him as well.
He hadn’t muffled himself when she’d gotten him off in his sensible Toyota last night, though. She’d heard every noise he made as his semen filled her mouth, from his muttered dirty curses and directives to his manly sighs and groans and grunts.
He bent his head to her breast and licked the tip that he’d just come on. She shivered. “Yeah I did. That’s personal.”
“More personal than fucking me in front of an audience?”
A vertical line appeared between his eyebrows. “Yeah. Weirdly, yeah.” Two fingers tilted her head up, so she could look him in the eyes. “Do you want that? To hear me?”
Now that she had considered it, yes. She wanted it more than anything. Her nod was perhaps too enthusiastic, which prompted a smirk she’d never seen him wear.
“Then let’s get out of here. Take me up to your place.”
Chapter Nineteen
The party was in full swing downstairs. They should be staying and availing themselves of all the skin and flesh they could handle, gorging themselves on every hedonistic delight.
Instead, Akira was climbing the stairs to the third floor, which housed her personal suite of rooms, with Jacob trailing behind her, the silence between them heavy with sensuality. Because he wanted her alone.
Pleasure was meant to be shared, but she couldn’t deny when he’d uttered those words her first reaction had been…yes. Absolutely. Please.
She shivered when his fingers curled around her hip, the touch steadying her. She was aware this action, taking him upstairs, meant she had succumbed entirely, her resistance and good sense crumbling in the face of short-term gratification.
Her impulsive nature wouldn’t allow her to do anything else. That voice in her brain was whispering words of false comfort, that she’d be okay, that this was just for one night, that she’d be able to work him out of her system by tomorrow.
That voice was a liar. Yet she clung to it like a monkey.
They entered her bedroom, and she turned on the lights, suddenly nervous. Observant as always, his sharp eyes missed nothing, taking in the sparse furnishings and decor. Her living space wasn’t fussy or opulent like the rest of the home, a conscious decision made to satisfy her various moods. Her bed was a well-made but functional king-sized four-poster, flanked by matching nightstands. Bookcases lined two of the walls, filled with her favorite titles, the ones she didn’t want to bother going downstairs to hunt when she was sleepy. The only indulgence was the silk pillows and sheets. She did like the kiss of the cool fabric when she was in bed.
This wasn’t something she’d share with him, but no other person had climbed into that bed with her. Not that she hadn’t invited lovers into her home. They’d remained downstairs. Where they belonged.
Jacob took it all in in a single glance, and his gaze came back to her. She expected him to say something about the room, but he had other things on his mind. He dropped his jacket and shirt on the floor, and his hands went to work on the fastenings of his hastily donned pants.
“I want a shower,” he said, his voice rough.
“Bathroom’s right over…here.” Her breath hitched when his pants hit the floor. She hadn’t had a chance, as of yet, to fully appreciate his cock. It was thick and large, rising out of a nest of dark brown curls, each vein making her eager to follow those trails with her mouth.
She wanted to devour him whole, worship him with her body.
His mouth curled, as if he could read her mind. “You need a shower too,” he crooned.
An uninhibited Jacob was a potent Jacob. Her body grew wet anew at his heavy-lidded gaze sweeping over her loosely tied dress. “You think I’m dirty?”
“I know you’re dirty. I want you in the shower so I can make you filthy.”
Don’t mind her. That was just her knees going weak.
He gestured for her to turn around. It only took a couple of tugs for the dress to fall to the floor. He held her elbow in an oddly protective gesture. “The shoes too.”
She obeyed, stepping out of her high heels.
His thumb caressed her palm as he led her to the bathroom, courteously allowing her to pass before he entered. Her bathroom was the largest in the house, but it suddenly felt too small when he came inside and closed the door behind him.
“Into the shower,” he directed softly.
Dumbly, she obeyed, shivering from the quiet command in his voice. She had kno
wn he would be wonderful at growling out orders. Her fantasies hadn’t been able to comprehend how good he would be.
He stepped in behind her and turned both showerheads on. He winced at the initial coldness of the water, but didn’t move away. Only a few frigid droplets landed on her skin. He was shielding her with his body.
Too good for you.
The night. That was all she wanted.
It’s all you need, came that sly voice in her head. Was this what addicts heard when they were staring at temptation?
Jacob didn’t have to stretch far to adjust the showerheads, and hot water hit her front and her back. He grabbed the bar of soap from the shelf and brought it to his nose. “Is this what makes you smell so good?”
“Maybe. I don’t know what I smell like.”
“It’s close, but…” A frown crossed his face, and he lathered up the soap, running his hands over her breasts and belly and back. As the water sluiced the suds off, he leaned down and buried his nose in her neck, not budging when she gave an uncharacteristic giggle and shoved at him.
He inhaled deeply before straightening, his hands tracing a lazy pattern over her stomach. “Ah. Yeah, that’s it. It’s the soap and…you.”
His fingers traveled lower to delve between her thighs. She flinched, and his touch instantly gentled.
“Sore?” he questioned.
“In the best possible way.”
He gave her that cute, lopsided smile and continued, his hands running over her skin quickly and methodically. When she was sparkling clean, she took the bar of soap from him, using it on his front first.
Like him, she was efficient and brisk, though he gasped when she ran her lathered hand over his cock and balls. She pushed at his side, having him turn around so she could work on his back.
Akira sank to her knees, the better to appreciate the view. “I love your ass,” she murmured, focused on her chore. These sorts of compliments could be uttered tonight.
He huffed out a laugh. “So you’ve said. Um. Thanks.”