“Hey.” He caught her hand as she moved to pull away. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Not really. I was thinking that maybe we should just do it. Like with Blade. I don’t want either of you to feel cheated.”
His sensual smile took her breath away. “It’s okay, Scotty. Blade and I talked about this. He wants us to enjoy ourselves.”
Whoa. She blinked, unable to imagine that. “Really?”
“Yeah. He was concerned that you got cheated out of losing your virginity the way it should have been. He wants you to have a better experience with sex.”
Oh, gods. Blade was so sweet and considerate. It made her love him even more.
Stop! Don’t! You can’t love him. Not like that.
No, she couldn’t. Ruthlessly, she shoved those unwanted romantic feelings down.
“What else did he say?”
Mace’s fingers went to the waistband of her leggings. “He said I can’t be freaky with you.”
“Freaky?”
His smile was all kinds of naughty as he shoved her pants down. “I’m pretty open to anything when it comes to sex.”
A warm sensation curled between her legs at his words as her imagination took flight. She’d seen his sex swing and handcuffs, his assortment of crops and toys, but she’d never really thought about him using any of it. It had always been bestnotto think about either him or Blade in a sexual way.
Now, she was imagining all kinds of stuff.
“But what if I want to get freaky?” she asked, and he laughed, which kind of annoyed her.
“I think we should get the basics down first.”
“I did the basics with Blade—”
“Really?” He sank to his knees and tugged down her panties. “Did he do this to you?”
Leaning in, he dipped his tongue between her legs. She sucked in a harsh, startled breath as his tongue slipped deep and stroked her core.
“Mace,” she whispered. “Oh, damn.”
“So that’s a no,” he murmured against her hot flesh before spearing her with his tongue again.
Pleasure swamped her, crashing into her with so much force that her knees nearly buckled. He massaged her thighs, his hands slowly moving upward as he kissed her deeply, his lips sucking and doing sinful things that made her arch into him. His fingers reached the top of her thighs, and he used his thumbs to spread her wide, exposing her to his touch and his gaze.
“I could do this to you for days,” he murmured.
Oh, gods. She’d let him.
She knew about oral sex, of course. She was almost thirty years old, best friends with lust demons, and she lived on an island full of horny Ramreels. More than one assignment had taken her to BDSM clubs, human and demon brothels, and underworld vice dens. She’d seen everything. But seeing and experiencing were two different things. Now, she understood what she’d been missing.
Suddenly, Mace lunged to his feet, hauled her into his arms, and carried her to the bedroom. She barely had time to catch her breath and kick her underwear off her feet before he tossed her onto the bed. As she bounced, her legs flopped open, and like the predator he was, he growled, dove between her thighs, and continued what he’d started.
His hot tongue pierced her, and she cried out as a rumble of ecstasy tore through her very center. He circled her clit with his thumb as his tongue filled her, sliding in and out in a torturous, wonderful rhythm. He built her to climax slowly, masterfully, like an artist painting a scene. He used short strokes, long strokes, and applied different textures and pressures.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered against her clit. “That’s it…”
Yes, it was. He flicked his tongue over the tip, and she lost her mind. The orgasm took her apart at a cellular level, turning her thoughts to confetti as waves of pleasure pumped through her.
He kept licking her, long, deep laps from her core to her clit, prolonging the pleasure to the point that she nearly had to pull away just to catch her breath. But she rode the orgasm and his tongue until there was nothing left but watery muscles and straining lungs.
