Page 67 of Séance

His other hand slips into my hair and presses me tighter against him, urging me to ride him, and I’m helpless to resist. My orgasm crests over me in a wave so strong that nothing exists but him. I don’t even try to stifle the urge to lean forward and sink my teeth into his chest. He hisses out a breath, a loud moancatching in his throat, his grip almost too tight as he crushes me against him.

As I come down from the high, his touch turns languished on my clit, his fingers thrusting shallowly as phantom shudders rack me. I still against him, trying to clear my head as the rest of the world slowly filters back in.

I swallow hard and huddle against his chest, working up the courage to lift my head.

What the fuck did I just do?

A gentle kiss hits the top of my head, and he lingers, breathing in my scent. “You came apart beautifully for me, baby. You did nothing wrong.”

Though his tone is soothing, anxiety is a bitch as it sinks its claws into me. I finally work up the nerve to look at him from under my lashes. I search his eyes, then gradually relax when I don’t see any judgment. I breathe a sigh of relief, unable to force myself to step away from him yet, uncertain if my legs will even hold me up.

Unfortunately, I don’t get a choice when he slowly removes his hand from between my legs and lowers me to the ground, my body sliding down his front. I might have whimpered at the loss of him. A little growl of possessiveness is torn from him, and he flexes his hips, his cock pressing hard and insistent against me.

Damn if my pussy doesn’t clench with the need to feel him inside me. I’m not conscious of burying my face against his chest until he rubs a soothing hand up and down my spine. I don’t move for a full minute, not ready to face the consequences of my actions just yet.

“Are you worried about the guys?” Jameson murmurs, his voice still husky. “Baby, you have nothing to worry about. I can assure you that they thoroughly enjoyed the show. Didn’t you?”

Static fills my head as his words register, then I stiffen and whirl.

Gunner is leaning heavily against the doorway that leads to the bathroom. He’s obviously been in the shower, a loose towel wrapped obscenely low around his waist. Trails of water trickle over his chest in a mesmerizing pattern, his dark hair still dripping.

It’s a glorious sight that causes my breath to catch in my throat. Even with bruises and scars marring his beautiful flesh, he’s a dazzling display to behold. Black and white tattoos decorate nearly every inch of his chest, the design crawling down his arms, wrapping around his back, and disappearing under the towel.

I never gave tattoos a thought until now.

The artwork on his skin is so vivid that I’d swear the animals inked into his flesh are trying to crawl off his body. There is an eagle on his chest, soaring over a beautifully detailed mountain scene, with a moon and river valley giving it extra depth. Across his other shoulder is a snarling wolf, a haunting backdrop of a full moon and forest making it look like the image was painted on his body.

More and more images pop out, almost hidden in the dark ink, and I’m entranced. I probably would have continued to gawk for the next hour if he hadn’t shifted under my gaze.

The events of the last five minutes catch up to me, and I realize he must have caught the entire show. I didn’t even hear the shower turn off. My feet twitch with the need to run, and it’s only Jameson’s hand around my waist that prevents me from bolting.

Gunner roughly clears his throat, and my eyes snap toward his face. Heat turns his blue eyes dark and stormy, and the hunger in them weakens my knees.

“You look fucking delicious in my shirt.” His voice is low and gruff, sending shivers down my spine, his praise giving me enough courage to scan his nearly naked body again. A strangledgroan catches in my throat when I see him grip his cock firmly in his fist. It’s only his tight hold that keeps the towel in place, and I’m torn between the need to walk over to him and yank the offending item away, or demand that he drop it so I can see all of him.

His gaze is so intense that my pussy clenches with need, like the greedy bitch didn’t just have an orgasm a minute ago.

Jameson wraps both arms around me from behind, then he leans down to rest his chin on my shoulder, his voice a silky whisper in my ear. “Since Gunner is hurting, we’ll take it easy on him today. Next time, though, he’ll drop to his knees before you and worship your beautiful pussy with his mouth.”

I swallow hard at the image of him at my feet, my core spasming with need, and I’m not even sure that I’m breathing. Jameson’s husky chuckle has me sagging against him. When he slips his hand between my thighs, he gives a hum of approval. “Do you like that idea, baby? You’re already soaked for him, aren’t you?”

My eyes lock on Gunner, and I watch the way his eyes dilate, the way he licks his lips as if starving for a taste, and I find myself nodding. He looks ready to push away from the door and take me up on our offer now, but I’m not sure if he’s strong enough not to collapse on his face before he reaches me.

“Enough!” Ellis snarls, marching into the bathroom from somewhere behind Gunner. That’s when I realize the bathroom is connected to another room, and he must have gotten the full show as well.

His expression is torn between furious and pained, and mortification hits me hard.

Jameson chuckles, and his arm tightens around my waist, preventing me from turning away. “Ah, don’t worry about Ellis, baby. He loved watching you come on my fingers like a goodgirl. Nothing you can do will scare off that kinky fucker. He’s just jealous that he has to wait to get a taste of you.”

I freeze at his words, not sure what to believe. I cast a cautious look at Ellis and see him swallowing hard, not denying anything. Jameson chuckles again, the husky sound tightening my nipples to the point of pain. “He doesn’t mind watching, but he doesn’t like to share. He’s fighting his desire for you, but he knows you’re ours. It’s inevitable.

“Maybe after Gunner and I give you enough orgasms, we’ll allow him to whisk you away to his secret lair. Would you like that?” He absently swishes his thumb back and forth over my clit, only the thin material of my underwear between us, and I can barely think straight as pleasure starts to build in my core once again.

I have no doubt that Jameson is completely aware of his effect on me.

When he speaks again, his voice drops lower, the husky sound sending shivers down my spine.

“We’ll make him watch us touch you, wind him up nicely, then hand you over to him.” He presses his lips lightly against my shoulder, brushing his face against my neck, whispering his dirty words in my ear. “I bet he’ll wreck your pussy really well.”

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