He was going to take her hard and deep. But first he was going to taste her one more time. He was going to grow drunk on the passion that flowed from her, from the sweetness and wild tang of her lust.
Jaci stared down her body, seeing the sheen of perspiration over her br**sts, her stomach, on Cam’s forehead as he touched the panel of silk that covered the aching flesh of her sex.
Where had she gotten the sheer bravado that had overtaken her when she entered the hotel room with Cam and Chase, the wild domination and lust clearly apparent in their gazes? It was as though her common sense had decided to go on vacation and leave only her hormones to guard the bastions of self-preservation. And they weren’t the best guards. Hell no, they were jumping up and down, burning inside her veins and begging for more.
“I used to dream of this,” she whispered. That seductive siren’s voice couldn’t be hers. “With nothing but a vibrator or my own fingers for pleasure, I thought of this.”
Lassitude swept over her, a weakening sexual intensity that melted inside her pu**y, prepared her, and left her shaking in need.
Her breath caught as his gaze lifted to hers. Green fire blazed in his eyes, lust and male force, sending a surge of trepidation tripping through her.
“You’re not dreaming now,” he assured her.
His fingers gripped the band of the thong and pulled. Just that easily, the thin silk was torn from her body, to be dropped carelessly to the floor.
Jaci arched involuntarily, a cry leaving her throat as he pressed her legs farther apart and his head lowered to the dark auburn curls below.
“You ripped my panties,” she breathed out roughly.
“You still have the stockings.” His hands smoothed down the silk encasing her legs, as his breath whispered over her damp curls—just as Chase knelt beside the couch, the touch of his lips against her bare shoulder causing her to gasp in pleasure. The sheer sexiness, the eroticism of the moment, was enough to make any woman breathless.
In a burst of courage, hormones, or sheer insanity, she let the fingers of one hand trail from between her br**sts to the top of her mound. And they watched. Cam’s eyes seemed to glow.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered, his voice like black velvet. “Show me how you dreamed of me, sweetheart.”
She touched herself, and it was more sexually wicked than it had ever been. She let her fingers part the swollen folds, caress around her engorged clit, and felt fire lance through her womb as they watched.
This was hotter than any fantasy, any dream she could have conjured up.
“You’re wet for us, Jaci,” he growled, as she parted the folds farther, ran the tip of her finger along the drenched slit. “Sweet and wet. Hold yourself open sweetheart. Let me taste all that sugar.”
The sound that slipped past her lips couldn’t be her moan. That wild cry of need that echoed in the room as Cam’s tongue flickered over her clit, then licked through the shallow valley, couldn’t have been hers.
“I need you, Cam.” She arched, digging the heel of one foot into the couch, the other into the floor, and lifted herself to his lips, his tongue.
Cam. He was finally here, hotter than her wildest daydream, his lips and tongue taking her, stealing her senses with kiss after kiss, as she dissolved beneath him. And Chase, his lips feathered over a nipple, his tongue licked, and a second later she was crying out in burning need when his lips covered the tip and drew it into his mouth.
With each touch of their tongues, each stroke, each male groan against her flesh, Jaci felt herself flying higher. She forgot to hold herself open, because Cam was doing that for her. One hand slid into his hair to hold her to him while she curled her other arm around Chase’s neck to hold him in place as well.
It was exquisite. His lips between her thighs, Chase sucking at her nipple—and still it wasn’t enough. Her head tossed, her h*ps rocked beneath their caresses, and fractured moans tore from her throat.
“More,” her weak cry was desperate. “Cam. Please.”
Pleasure was tearing through her, raking over her nerve endings, drawing her tight. Lips and tongues spread the fire through her, drew her cl*t tight and hard, and caused her vagina to pulse, to clench with need.
Every muscle was tight, straining. Oh God, she ached, she needed. She was so close, and yet the pleasure she had always dreamed of was so damned far away.
“Oh, yes.” It was closer. Closer in the form of the feel of Cam’s finger dipping inside her, pressing into the torturous depths of her pu**y, stroking and caressing as his tongue licked at her clit, his lips kissed it with gentle pressure.
As he kissed and stroked, she felt another finger easing lower, teasing, stroking, caressing.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he crooned, as she twisted beneath him, the feel of his finger inside her, another pressing, stroking against her rear. Preparing her.
It was so good. she had never felt anything like this, never known such pleasure as she felt with Cam. Then he drew her cl*t into the heat of his mouth, suckled at it firmly, stroked it with his tongue, and sent her screaming into orgasm.
Jaci lifted into the violence of the pleasure, let it consume her, let the intense burning pleasure tear through her with an ecstatic cry.
It rose and rose inside her, built and raced through her in a succession of bone-jarring explosions that had her crying out his name in desperation. And Cam had no mercy. The second the intensity of the pleasure began to ease, the violence of the shudders began to dim, Cam moved over her.
Jaci forced her eyes open, forced herself to focus on his, as she fought to pull oxygen into her lungs.
“There, sweetheart.” His expression was tight, savage with lust, while beside her, Chase rolled a condom over the impressive length and thickness of his erection.
“Another of those will kill me,” she panted, her hands moving to the hard muscles of Cam’s abs, feeling them flex and ripple beneath her touch.
“I’ll keep you breathing, darlin’.” Cam’s voice was rough, grating with need, as he came over her, one elbow bracing his weight, while he used the other hand to guide the head of his c**k into place. “Just hold onto me, Jaci. Hold onto me tight.”
Her fingers clenched on his shoulders, her legs lifted as he shifted her beneath him, then her lashes fluttered in the most exquisite pleasure yet.
“Look at me, Jaci,” he ordered roughly. “Look at me, let me see your eyes.”