Page 44 of Disorderly

“Thank you.” I pressed my palm to his cheek, feeling the slight prickles from the short scruff he sported from not shaving for a day or two.

“Now”—he wiggled his eyebrows as he leered at me in one of those overly dramatic old time movie moves—“whatever shall we do… here… all alone?”

I dragged my hand down his cheek, using my index finger to trail down the smoother skin of his neck as I chewed on my lower lip. I could think of many things I wanted to do with him, but he’d always stopped us before things heated up past kissing. And this time, after getting a taste of the treats that awaited me from my time with Jarrod, kissing was only the beginning of what I wanted with him.

“I have a few ideas.” I slid my hand from his chest to mine, popping open the third and forth button on my pyjamas, spreading the top open as I did so, allowing more of my cleavage to be revealed.

His breath hitched. I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed, making me want to sit up higher and drag my tongue over it. I was tired of being held back by my fears. I wanted to experience things, things that I saw Jarrod and Peter do to women. “And just what are you doing, Baby Girl?”

I continued to unbutton the rest of them until the sides of the fabric barely clung to my erect nipples. And with each shallow breath I took, I wondered if it would be the one that would bare it all to him.

He licked his lips and had trouble lifting his gaze from where my fingers played against my skin. “Are you sure, Little Love?” He lifted his hand to hover over top of mine, close enough that I could feel the heat from it against the back of my own. And to my surprise and delight, I caught a small tremor in it, showing that I affected him as much as he did me. He lifted his gaze to mine and held it, wanting me to know how serious he took what he was about to say. “Are you ready for this? After earlier?”

The concern in his voice had me questioning myself. The only sound in the room was the shallow pants that came from me and the heavy breaths from him. I was ready… at least for this, but maybe not all. Although I really wanted another orgasm. But maybe we could do it like I’d done with Jarrod. Over my clothes… or maybe… maybe I wanted to know how it would feel to have his callused fingers touch me there.

All I knew was that the longer he looked at me like that with his hand hovering over me, the more my skin strained for his touch. “Please. Please touch me. I want you to.”

It was like my words broke open the gate. His hand dropped to mine, pulling it away before I could take my next breath. And then he touched me. The lightest of strokes with the side of his finger traced along the edge of the material, pushing it ever so slightly closer to my nipple. Goosebumps trailed in their wake. I moaned, needing more.

“You’re beautiful, Baby Girl. The way your skin flushes at my touch. The way your breasts bounce with each breath that you take.” He lifted his hand, removing it from my skin, making me cry out at its absence. He sucked his index finger into his mouth, making it wet before he used that same wet finger to go over the path he’d drawn. When his finger hesitated beside my nipple, I nodded, wanting him to reveal it, to touch it, to take away the ache like I knew he could.

“Please,” I begged when he didn’t move.

The corners of his mouth lifted as his eyes glittered with delight and need.

And then I was bare. Not just my nipple, but my full breast. Both of them. He’d swept his hand over both, tugging the neck of my shirt down my shoulders, pinning my arms. “Gorgeous. A work of art.”

He sucked his finger into his mouth again before gliding it over mine. When he reached the middle, he pushed, parting my lips. “Suck on it. Get it wetter for me.”

The salty taste from the meat and cheese that he fed me burst into my mouth along with something I recognized as all him. I twirled my tongue around it. Something I’d read in some romance books and to my surprise it worked. His eyes darkened as his nostrils flared. But just when I found my rhythm, he pulled it from my mouth with a swiftness that left me gasping. Or maybe that was from the feel of his wet finger circling my nipple.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t… never mind, I’ll go. Glad that you are safe and not alone.”

My gaze bounced from Jarrod who stood in my doorway to Jason. I knew I should have felt ashamed, embarrassed being caught like this, but I was too shocked to feel anything.

“Jarrod, wait. Don’t leave.” Jason pulled my gaze to him. “Do you trust me? Do you want to try it?”

Chapter Thirty

Katy

It tookme a minute to wade through the fuzziness and connect the dots. Jason knew about my desire to be touched by more than one guy at a time. But he also knew how worried I was at the prospect. I’d already had one flashback tonight; did I want to risk another? I pulled my gaze from Jason’s knowing eyes to stare at Jarrod. Did I want this? I knew the care that Jason had shown me, and Jarrod had been no less with me. So, I knew I could trust them both. Besides, who knew when we’d ever get this chance again.

I turned back to Jason and smiled. “Yes. I want to try it.”

“Jarrod, come join us.”

His eyebrow hooked, but he followed Jason’s command, taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

“Baby Girl, here, discovered that she’s interested in being with two men at once, but she’s worried it might…” Jason’s voice trailed off as Jarrod’s eyebrows rose. But it took him less time to connect the dots than I did earlier. Maybe because his brain wasn’t as clouded by lust as mine was. But then again, from the way his gaze kept darting to my chest, and he licked his lips, it might have been just as affected. Only his previous experience kept him clearheaded unlike me.

“So we’ll go slow. Give you a taste, Little Love. Would you like that?”

“Please.” The yearn in my voice was undisguised. I wanted to reach for Jarrod, to kiss him since it had been days since I’d been able to, but my arms were still pinned by my shirt.

He swooped in, kissing me, not caring that I was in Jason’s arms, on his lap. His actions belied his words to go slow because this kiss wasn’t slow. There was no warmup, no little nibbles, and licks. No, he went straight for gold, pressing his tongue against the slightest opening between my lips and forcing it in. Not that a great deal of force was needed since I eagerly opened for him the nanosecond I realized what his goal was. I could taste the remnants of yeasty hops from an earlier beer along with the spicy-sweet combo of spices used exclusively on Strönds sweet chilli fire chicken wings.

A moan rumbled through Jason’s chest, vibrating the side of my body pressed against him. His warm breath brushed over my ear, sending a shive down my body which only intensified when I felt his tongue trace the edge of my ear lobe. “That’s so hot, watching him kiss you like that. It’s better than I imagined.”

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