Remy’s cock was large and thick as it thrust in and out of her, her copious arousal making the condom shiny. Jacob had felt her pussy clamping on his tongue and fingers. How would he survive if that was his penis fucking into her?
He could take a single step closer and change his relatively innocent touch on her face to something more depraved. He could run his hand down her body, finger those swollen pussy lips stretched around Remy’s cock. His knuckles might rub against the other man’s erection.
“This is what you love, then? Watching?” Her breaths came in increasing pants.
Jacob was silent for a moment, fascinated by the way her pussy clung to Remy’s cock on withdrawal, the controlled brutality of the other man as he shoved himself back in.
“Jacob.”
Jacob looked her in the eyes. “I love watching,” he confessed. “You.”
Her teeth clenched. “Harder.”
Remy’s next thrust rattled the shelves. “Hard enough for you?”
Jacob bit the inside of his cheek until he almost broke skin.
Eyes locked on Jacob’s, Akira shook her head and squirmed on the cock impaling her. “No. Harder.”
Greedy.He didn’t mean to say the word, but his lips formed it, a silent judgment. Or praise, he wasn’t sure.
She caught it, a fierce smile crossing her face. “I am greedy,” she purred.
Remy laughed, out of breath and clearly nearing his own orgasm. “The greediest bitch I know.” He ground his hips.
“Yes. Yes.” Akira arched her back, her hungry pussy straining to keep him in. “That deep.”
Remy’s hand settled on her clit. “You need to come, you greedy little slut.”
That word, the one he despised on principle, the one he had punished his sister for using, shouldn’t make his arousal ratchet higher. But then, he shouldn’t be aroused by Akira being held open for another man’s cock.
If this was to be a night for firsts, he may as well go all the way.
Akira’s hips jerked. “I do need it.”
“Then take it.” Remy pinched her clit hard. Akira stiffened in his arms, her breasts trembling. Shivers racked her, and she came, a small, keening cry leaving her.
Jacob clamped his palm over her mouth. “Shh,” he heard himself say. Her lips were wet and soft under his hand.
Remy grunted and shoved deep, heat pouring off him as he came inside Akira.
Akira’s cries subsided to soft whimpers, and Jacob eased his hand off her mouth and stumbled a step away, his cock so erect it was a vicious pain. There was no helping the condition, not with Akira standing there, bare breasts heaving. Her skirt had drifted down to cover her pussy. She steadied herself against the wall as Remy turned his back.
Ice ran down his spine. Sick. This was sick. And so dangerous. What had he done?
It didn’t matter that he hadn’t come. It didn’t matter that Akira had invited him in. He had stayed.
The self-disgust kept him frozen in place as Akira pulled up the bodice of her dress and twitched her skirt into place. Remy said something—Jacob wasn’t in any kind of condition to pay attention—and slipped out of the room, leaving them alone. She stopped on her way out and rose on her tiptoes. Her breath brushed across his ear as she whispered, “Now we can forget it. Well. You can try.”
Akira was proud of herself for tossing out the sassy final words, though her legs were shaking and her head spinning from one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had.
Time to make your exit.
Easier said then done, when her triumphant march was interrupted by Jacob reaching above her head and slamming the door shut in front of her, keeping her trapped inside. Her nose twitched. Damn his long arms.
His fingers wrapped around her shoulder and swung her around, pushing her against the thick wood. The dull overhead light highlighted the sweat trickling over Jacob’s flushed face.
She’d had no set plans when she’d spotted Jacob across the ballroom floor, beyond some vague, half-formed idea of revenge.
