Page 104 of Pervade London
“For you,” Xavier said softly.
Mesmerized, I watched James stroll over to the fireplace and lift a box of matches from the mantle. He removed a match and lit it, throwing it into the fireplace. A burst of orange danced in the hearth, a crackle of flames.
He turned and faced us. “This is why you had me go down on her in the theatre,” James spoke quietly. “You manipulated us then, too.”
“And ever since that day you’ve thought about how she tastes,” teased Xavier. “How she feels against your mouth when she comes.”
James raised his chin. “This will be on my terms. Do you understand?”
Xavier offered him a smug little smile. He’d won.
James approached me, moving in a seductive, predatory manner as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, revealing ripped abs. He unbuckled his leather belt and slid it out, letting it drop to the floor.
He knelt between my legs with an air of dominance, resting his hands on my inner thighs and easing them apart. Those same firm fingers parted my labia to reveal wet folds. His exploration caused delicious tingles to reach my core.
I shot a look at Xavier, expecting to see betrayal in his eyes even though he’d instigated this…
Yet I only saw approval in his eyes. “You both need this more than you realize,” he told us.
James ran a fingertip along my clit. “What was yours is now mine.”
I shuddered at his touch, my sex throbbing with need.
“Ours.” Xavier unbuttoned his shirt as he watched us with lust-filled eyes.
James’ strumming fingers over my pussy brought wave after wave of pleasure, and I felt my slickness beneath his touch. The scent of my arousal was so erotic all I could do was shudder through each breath. My thighs opened farther and I welcomed his probing fingers as they slipped inside me, the pressure bringing a new thrill.
It could have been the flames that had sucked the oxygen from the room. It could have been James’ threat of control, or maybe it was the promise that Xavier would be taking me again soon, but I had no anger left.
Xavier gave me a knowing look and licked his lips suggestively. His delicious teasing made me pulse with need.
“Kiss her here.” James’ fingertip tapped my clit.
Obliging, Xavier knelt beside him and leaned in, pressing his mouth to me and flicking his tongue over my sensitive nub, sparking intense pleasure that had my thighs shuddering in response.
James held a hand to the back of Xavier’s head so he stayed in place between my thighs, lapping fervently.
“Oh, please,” I moaned.
“No coming yet,” ordered James. “I own both your orgasms, understand?”
“Yes.” My head fell back, every cell in my body shuddering with delicious sensations. I lifted my hips, begging for more pressure.
James’ palm pressed my pelvis down, reminding me who was in control.
Xavier lifted his head and gestured for James to take over devouring my pussy.
James willingly took over, flicking me rhythmically with the tip of his tongue. Then he paused to look into my eyes, his lips shiny from my wetness. “You will obey me in all things, Emily.”
“Yes,” I whispered, moaning. “I will.”
Xavier moved to the end of the bed and stared down at me, hypnotized by the way James teased my clit.
“Emily, you want more?” asked James.
“God, yes,” I exhaled breathlessly.
“We’re not offering permanence.”
