“Yes,” she cried out.
“Then let us take it off.”
Tess nodded reluctantly but let out a scream when David did just that, pain and pleasure mixing in the noise until Jacob couldn’t tell what she was experiencing.
There was no mistaking, however, the pleasure racking her as she began to orgasm, or the way she bore back against the cock fucking her as if she would die without it.
He met Akira’s eyes, and with one hand he removed the clamp on his nipple. There was pain as blood rushed to the previously constricted tip, but it was the kind of pain that made his balls tighten.
He reached below Akira and did the same to her breast, loving the way her eyes darkened before closing, the way her body shuddered as she grasped his thigh and Jessie’s calf. He shoved his fingers deep inside her and ground his palm upward, agitating her clit. He held it there as she came and came.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
Chapter Eighteen
Jacob didn’t look intimidated, or scared, or frightened, or remotely close to running away.
He looked hungry. Like a starving man facing a buffet.
Not for the first time since she had planned this night in a spurt of rash impulse, Akira wondered if she had done the right thing. She’d been so certain he’d be chased off within the first hour, either by disgust or intimidation. It was one thing for him to catch isolated glimpses of her sex drive. It was quite another to see the extent of her depravity firsthand.
But he seemed to be…loving this? He hadn’t shied away from her hunger. He had embraced it. Gotten off on it.
Rough fingers drifted over her nape, and she shivered. They were leaning against the wall in the adjoining room, where a man worked a woman over with a whip. Still not severe pain, in her opinion, and since Jacob had yet to call it quits, she figured he agreed.
He was watching the scene, intent on the players but not furiously, violently engaged as he had been when Zoe was running the show. No surprise. Zoe was a master at crafting arousal with everyone in the room.
His pants were done up again, but his shirt was only half buttoned, resulting in a disheveled and slightly used appearance.
They hadn’t exchanged much conversation after she had come, her face still wet with Jessie’s pussy. Steve and Jessie had retreated to their couch to canoodle. The couple had met at her last party and become romantically involved. They were still in the cooing stage of new love.
Their lovey-doveyness wouldn’t have been so annoying if every fiber of Akira’s being hadn’t urged her to also snuggle into Jacob’s lap. That sort of behavior was out of the question when her emotions were so riotous.
So instead she had quickly tidied herself up and led him out of the room while the stars on the stage shrieked in orgasmic bliss.
Akira bent her head so his fingers could trail along her neck, and shivered before she caught herself.
Out of control. That was what he made her feel. Unable to command the world as she normally did. She’d lusted after many a man before, but never one like this. He gave her an indication of lust and she forgot everything in the world except getting him as close to her as possible.
She’d wrestled herself back in the other room, though. She had been the one controlling the show.
I might be okay with sharing my girlfriend or my wife. If I was there. If I was a part of it. If she was sharing with me.
Mentally, she snorted. Lies. Jacob would never be okay with such a thing.
He didn’t look too upset when your head was between another woman’s thighs.
’Cause it was girl on girl. Men’s brains short-circuited when breasts were rubbing together.
That must be why he looked so disgusted when Remy was fucking you inside a storage closet.
She blew out a breath and tossed her hair over her shoulder. This was dumb. She was neither his wife nor his girlfriend, so whatever they had been muttering about in that room would never apply to her.
His breath made the fine hairs on her neck perk up as he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Have you ever been one of these people?”
What did that mean? She bristled, ready to defend her friends. “I am one of these people, darling.”
“No.” He nodded to the center of the room. “The show. Have you ever done that?”
