He wet his lower lip and leaned back against the couch. She moved over him so she straddled one of his splayed legs, not blocking his view of the performance. “Keep watching,” she breathed.
As if he could look away. David gave a teasing lick to Tess’s pussy before he stood. “She was very good,” he said to Zoe in his gravelly voice.
Akira popped open the first button of his shirt. Then the second. The third.
Zoe petted Tess’s hair, like she was a fond pet. “Indeed. Shall we reward her?”
“Yes. Please,” Tess sobbed. “I’ll do anything.”
“She talks a lot,” Zoe said consideringly. “I think we can find a better use for that mouth, don’t you?” She grabbed Tess by the hair, the controlled strength in her grip a marked contrast to the gentleness of her previous touch and tone. “On your knees.”
Jacob jerked when Akira’s hot mouth latched on to his nipple. She bit, sucked, flicked her rough tongue against him. His head fell back, and he stared at the vaulted ceiling. He slid a hand around her neck and tried to hold her there, his hips arching up when she scraped her teeth over the sensitive tip.
She pulled away. Before he could protest her departure, cold metal kissed his nipple. There was a second of sharp pain as the clamp shut, and he groaned, forgetting to modulate his voice. “Holy shit.”
A low male chuckle from the couch next to them told him his outburst had not gone unnoticed. He would’ve minded, except his head was swimming with pain and pleasure. “God damn it, Akira.”
“Shh,” she soothed. “It’s getting better, isn’t it?”
It was. The pain had lessened to a dull throb. He glanced down at his body, now adorned in gold and diamonds. More arousing than the sensation was the sight of the coordinating clamps compressing their flesh.
Her breasts rose and fell. “What do you think?”
“It’s…interesting.” Testing her, he rubbed his thumb over her clamped nipple, delighting in the way her lids fell to half-mast and she stretched toward him.
“That feels good.”
“Does it?”
“Mm-hmm.” She matched his motions, gently tugging at the clamp. His thighs tightened as pleasure and pain shot through him. “See?”
She leaned forward so they were chest to chest, and kissed him. Their lips turned carnal, both of them too aroused for anything but the basest of kisses. Her clamped nipple brushed against his, and they moaned into each other’s mouths.
She pulled away, her eyes having lost the watchful, challenging expression she’d gifted him with most of the night, replaced by pure need.
Something uneasy within him calmed at the sight of her obvious lust. He had craved this like he craved that special smile from her. Confidence bloomed within him, and he crushed the wispy fabric of her skirt, pulling it out of his way until his hand could wrap around her ass.
He used his grip to grind her pussy against his thigh, her wetness hot even through his slacks. She gasped and clung to him, her eyes shutting before they snapped open. “Wait. No. You keep doing this.”
Her words were so low he had to lean forward to hear her. His thigh muscle inadvertently jumped, and she clutched his unbuttoned shirt. “Doing what?”
Akira shook her head, a determined glint replacing some of the lust. “Nothing.”
It didn’t sound like nothing. But all thoughts flew out of his brain when Akira scooted closer and pressed her chest against him again. Her tongue slicked up his neck. “What are they doing on the stage?”
“Akira…”
“Talk.” Her tone brooked no disobedience.
Jacob struggled to focus. His hands were filled with a woman he’d wanted for too long, his body in sweet agony, so it was—no pun intended—hard. “She, Tess…she’s on her knees.”
Akira traced his ear. “What’s she doing on her knees?”
“Trying to suck…” He hesitated.
Akira’s slender fingers flicked his clamped nipple, and he bit off a curse before finishing his sentence. “Trying to suck David’s cock.”
“What’s stopping her?”
