As Hot as It Gets
Page 44
The pressure between her legs became unbearable. Her entire body was so hot and tight she felt like she was going to explode. Sucking Jackson’s c**k never failed to evoke that same response, except tonight the exquisite sensations were amplified. Tonight she was being watched as she performed the erotic act, and damned if that didn’t flood her with excitement.
She flicked her tongue over Jackson’s piercing for a few languid moments, then sucked on his tip and whimpered when a salty drop infused her taste buds. His fingers tangled in her hair, stroking gently as his low murmur of encouragement filled the room.
“That’s it, sugar, nice and slow tonight. If I f**k your mouth hard I’ll come, and I don’t wanna come anywhere but inside you.”
Mia continued to tease him, alternating between slow, soft licks and long, deep pulls. As she skimmed her tongue along the underside of his shaft, her eyes met Dylan’s, who was watching her attentively. Her gaze lowered to his cock, long and hard and oozing with precome, and her inner muscles clenched almost painfully.
Without looking away, Dylan stroked himself faster, a satisfied smile tugging on his lips.
“Baby doll, I think it’s time you got naked,” Jackson rasped. “Up you go.”
She was suddenly hauled onto her feet, while his hands whipped her thin blue shirt up and over her head. He moved behind her to flick the back clasp of her bra, and when it popped open to reveal her br**sts, she was standing directly in Dylan’s field of vision, offering him a perfect view of her chest.
Dylan still didn’t say a word, but his nostrils flared as he gazed at her br**sts. His hand slowed down, and he was now working his c**k in a leisurely tempo.
“I love these tits,” Jackson muttered, reaching around so he could cup them with his warm hands.
He pinched both ni**les, unfazed that his friend’s eyes were following his every movement. Then those talented hands drifted down her belly and hooked beneath the waistband of her leggings, pulling them off right along with her panties. He straightened up, one hand finding a breast again, the other gliding over her mound before he parted her folds with his fingers and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“Spread your legs wider, darlin’.” His hot breath tickled the side of her neck as he nuzzled her sensitized skin. “Let him see that pretty pu**y of yours.”
Mia knew she was blushing like crazy. She also knew that the second she widened her stance, Dylan would notice the moisture that was dripping from her core and sticking to her thighs.
But she’d already discovered that she couldn’t say no to Jackson Ramsey, and so her legs parted of their own volition, officially putting her on display to the blond SEAL in front of them.
Dylan sucked in a breath when his green eyes focused on her exposed sex.
“She’s dripping wet, ain’t she?” Jackson chuckled. “Yeah, Mia gets very wet when she’s excited, don’t cha, sugar?”
“Y-yes,” she breathed.
The expression on Dylan’s face grew tortured, and finally he broke his silence. “Damn those jerks for laying down the law. I want to join in so f**king bad.”
Jackson’s thumb grazed Mia’s swollen clit. “Wouldn’t let you even if you could,” he told his friend. “This pu**y belongs to me.”
“No prob. I would have just f**ked your ass instead.”
The wicked words summoned another moan from Mia’s lips, and another laugh from Jackson. “Jesus, man, you really are a manwhore. Don’t care where you stick your dick as long as it’s warm and deep.”
“And tight,” Dylan added with a grin. “Don’t forget tight.”
Husky male laughter wafted all around them, but the moment of lighthearted banter didn’t last. Jackson was suddenly spinning her around, arranging her body so that her torso was draped over the arm of the couch, her elbows rested on the cushions and her ass was at level with his groin.
A quiver of anticipation traveled through her as Jackson came up behind her and ground his c**k against her ass cheeks. She heard a rustling sound, and twisted her head to see him peel his shirt off his broad shoulders, leaving him bare-chested.
God, that chest. Golden skin and sculpted muscles, a feast for her eyes. And his cock…he’d gripped it with one hand and was rubbing the tip over her puckered anus.
Mia held her breath, quivering wildly. Was he going to take her anal virginity right here in front of his friend? She wasn’t sure if the idea thrilled her or scared her, but he quickly squashed the notion by driving inside her pu**y with one fluid stroke.
She gasped as he filled her to the hilt. Groaned when he rotated his hips and allowed his piercing to stroke her inner walls.
Mia’s gaze found Dylan’s again, and the glazed passion in his eyes robbed her of breath.
“You like watching him f**k me?” The breathy question popped out before she could stop it.
Surprise washed over his face, rapidly replaced by a glint of fire and a seductive grin. “Damn right,” he murmured, squeezing his erection with his fist.
Jackson ran his hand over her bu**ocks, a thoughtful note entering his voice. “You know, I think your ass looks so much prettier when it’s bright pink and trembling after I’ve smacked it.”
Mia swallowed a laugh when she saw Dylan’s eyebrows shoot up. “Damn, Texas, you’re into spanking?”
Jackson drew his hips back, then plunged into her core. “Damn right,” he said, mimicking Dylan’s earlier response. “And Mia loves gettin’ spanked, isn’t that right, darlin’?”
She flicked her tongue over Jackson’s piercing for a few languid moments, then sucked on his tip and whimpered when a salty drop infused her taste buds. His fingers tangled in her hair, stroking gently as his low murmur of encouragement filled the room.
“That’s it, sugar, nice and slow tonight. If I f**k your mouth hard I’ll come, and I don’t wanna come anywhere but inside you.”
Mia continued to tease him, alternating between slow, soft licks and long, deep pulls. As she skimmed her tongue along the underside of his shaft, her eyes met Dylan’s, who was watching her attentively. Her gaze lowered to his cock, long and hard and oozing with precome, and her inner muscles clenched almost painfully.
Without looking away, Dylan stroked himself faster, a satisfied smile tugging on his lips.
“Baby doll, I think it’s time you got naked,” Jackson rasped. “Up you go.”
She was suddenly hauled onto her feet, while his hands whipped her thin blue shirt up and over her head. He moved behind her to flick the back clasp of her bra, and when it popped open to reveal her br**sts, she was standing directly in Dylan’s field of vision, offering him a perfect view of her chest.
Dylan still didn’t say a word, but his nostrils flared as he gazed at her br**sts. His hand slowed down, and he was now working his c**k in a leisurely tempo.
“I love these tits,” Jackson muttered, reaching around so he could cup them with his warm hands.
He pinched both ni**les, unfazed that his friend’s eyes were following his every movement. Then those talented hands drifted down her belly and hooked beneath the waistband of her leggings, pulling them off right along with her panties. He straightened up, one hand finding a breast again, the other gliding over her mound before he parted her folds with his fingers and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“Spread your legs wider, darlin’.” His hot breath tickled the side of her neck as he nuzzled her sensitized skin. “Let him see that pretty pu**y of yours.”
Mia knew she was blushing like crazy. She also knew that the second she widened her stance, Dylan would notice the moisture that was dripping from her core and sticking to her thighs.
But she’d already discovered that she couldn’t say no to Jackson Ramsey, and so her legs parted of their own volition, officially putting her on display to the blond SEAL in front of them.
Dylan sucked in a breath when his green eyes focused on her exposed sex.
“She’s dripping wet, ain’t she?” Jackson chuckled. “Yeah, Mia gets very wet when she’s excited, don’t cha, sugar?”
“Y-yes,” she breathed.
The expression on Dylan’s face grew tortured, and finally he broke his silence. “Damn those jerks for laying down the law. I want to join in so f**king bad.”
Jackson’s thumb grazed Mia’s swollen clit. “Wouldn’t let you even if you could,” he told his friend. “This pu**y belongs to me.”
“No prob. I would have just f**ked your ass instead.”
The wicked words summoned another moan from Mia’s lips, and another laugh from Jackson. “Jesus, man, you really are a manwhore. Don’t care where you stick your dick as long as it’s warm and deep.”
“And tight,” Dylan added with a grin. “Don’t forget tight.”
Husky male laughter wafted all around them, but the moment of lighthearted banter didn’t last. Jackson was suddenly spinning her around, arranging her body so that her torso was draped over the arm of the couch, her elbows rested on the cushions and her ass was at level with his groin.
A quiver of anticipation traveled through her as Jackson came up behind her and ground his c**k against her ass cheeks. She heard a rustling sound, and twisted her head to see him peel his shirt off his broad shoulders, leaving him bare-chested.
God, that chest. Golden skin and sculpted muscles, a feast for her eyes. And his cock…he’d gripped it with one hand and was rubbing the tip over her puckered anus.
Mia held her breath, quivering wildly. Was he going to take her anal virginity right here in front of his friend? She wasn’t sure if the idea thrilled her or scared her, but he quickly squashed the notion by driving inside her pu**y with one fluid stroke.
She gasped as he filled her to the hilt. Groaned when he rotated his hips and allowed his piercing to stroke her inner walls.
Mia’s gaze found Dylan’s again, and the glazed passion in his eyes robbed her of breath.
“You like watching him f**k me?” The breathy question popped out before she could stop it.
Surprise washed over his face, rapidly replaced by a glint of fire and a seductive grin. “Damn right,” he murmured, squeezing his erection with his fist.
Jackson ran his hand over her bu**ocks, a thoughtful note entering his voice. “You know, I think your ass looks so much prettier when it’s bright pink and trembling after I’ve smacked it.”
Mia swallowed a laugh when she saw Dylan’s eyebrows shoot up. “Damn, Texas, you’re into spanking?”
Jackson drew his hips back, then plunged into her core. “Damn right,” he said, mimicking Dylan’s earlier response. “And Mia loves gettin’ spanked, isn’t that right, darlin’?”
