Page 6 of Sins of Seduction
Pressed against your skin that’s been built for sin?
My pretty little Raven
Will she rejoice when your essence is dripping down her tongue?
My pretty little Raven
Does she know your taste
Will be the last thing she knows
Before my knife rips her throat open
To take what she stole from me?
My pretty little Raven
Your cries of passion will only ever belong to me.
Jax knew the second he stepped into this room what Raven had planned for him, and yet that hadn’t lessened the anticipation. It hadn’t stopped his dick from swelling to the point that it bordered on pain when Kit shifted to kneel in between his legs, a greedy glint tinted his eyes. Jax knew then this was as much for him as it was for the man in between his legs.
His gaze shifted to Raven who sat across from him with her legs wide to accommodate Kat who was nestled between her legs. There was a slight tug on the chains attached to the collars of each of the pets—he heard Raven call them that—wore, and Raven’s smile widened.
Jax felt gentle hands on his lap, he looked down at the male in front of him, and Jax realized Kit was waiting for instructions from him. Jax hesitated for a moment, at war with what he’d been taught all his life and who he was and what he liked underneath it. He could hear his mother and grandparents telling him this wasn’t acceptable or right. That a good Catholic man didn’t engage in deviant behavior. If he were younger, when he first met Raven, he might have screamed red to put a stop to this, but he wasn’t the sum of his parental teachings. He was a whole human with his own wants and desires.
And right now, he wanted his cock in the willing mouth that awaited him.
“Take it out,” Jax’s guttural command seemed to echo in the room.
Had it gotten quiet, or was the blood rushing to his ears blocking out the sounds of the room?
Kit’s hands were a slow torment, rubbing up his legs. It built his own anticipation to a point Jax wasn’t sure if he was still breathing. When Kit’s hands reached the top of Jax’s jeans, he undid the button and slowly pulled the zipper down—the sound ricocheted around him like the gates to hell were opening up to usher him into the darkness he always craved but had been too scared to play in.
Jax always went commando, and tonight had been no different. Kit reached into his jeans, and the second his hand made contact with Jax’s cock, Jax let out a hiss and his eyes slid toward Raven. Her golden hair, a bright halo—the beacon that was leading his way into damnation. Her eyes were heavy as her hands tweaked her nipples. Kat’s face was buried in between her legs, and Jax noticed that Kat had what looked like a cat’s tail sticking out of her ass.
Jax’s head fell back on a groan as his thoughts seemed to scatter and center all at once. He looked down and watched as that warm and eager mouth swallowed his cock in one fell swoop. He gripped the chair, his nails burying into the fabric because Jax couldn’t remember if he was allowed to touch him or not, and the last thing he wanted to do was fuck this up and make the pleasure stop.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself. You can touch him if you want.” Raven’s voice was in his ear. He hadn’t seen her get up from her chair, his focus had been on the sensation coursing through his body. His blood was hot, driving his temperature higher, and when Raven placed her hands on his shoulders, she poured gasoline on the fire raging in his body.
Jax’s hips surged up at the same time that he gripped the back of Kit’s neck. “Put your hands behind your back,” he demanded, enjoying the way that clever mouth licked around the tip of his dick.
He slowed his hip thrusts down, fucking Kit’s willing mouth with deliberate strokes, making sure every inch of him could be felt against his wet tongue. “Open up wider,” Jax murmured and pushed his cock to the back of Kit’s throat.
“Still think my mouth’s the best you’ve had?” Raven’s teasing tone skated down his spine. He could feel her lips against his jaw, and he really wanted her on her knees with Kit.
“Your clever mouth is still the best I’ve had, but he is giving you a run for your money.” He titled his head back so he could stare into her eyes. “I think you should get down there and join him so I can see who’s got the better head game.”
Raven’s laughter stoked his already out of control fire, and for a moment, he didn’t think she was going to move. He knew from past conversations she enjoyed watching her lovers with others. She got high off of them coveting what was hers and hers alone. She hadn’t brought him to this room to play with him but to watch him play, and when she smiled and walked around the chair in front of him, he thought his heart was going to stop.
No, it actually stopped when she knelt down beside Kit and gently nudged him out the way. Jax widened his legs to accommodate both of them and dropped his hands back to the armrests of the chair. He held his breath as Raven reached for the top of his jeans and tugged on them. Jax lifted his hips, letting Raven drag his jeans down to his ankles. “That’s better,’’ she murmured. Her smile was pure wickedness that made his cock jump at attention.
“No touching,” she whispered to him, and before Jax could say anything, Kit’s hands were wrapped around the base of his cock while Raven’s lush lips wrapped around the head.
Jax let out a low groan, his hips moved on their own, and desperation clung to him like he couldn’t get enough of the sensation of Raven’s lips and Kit’s hands on him. They worked as a unit, meant to drive him insane, and he welcomed the chaos—demanded it so long as it kept Raven’s lips on him.
He looked down at them and noticed that Kat had slid under Raven’s body while Mr. Steele undid his pants and gripped his cock to position it at the entrance of Kat’s cunt. As Mr. Steele slid inside her, he leaned forward, bringing his face toward Raven’s pussy. He heard the man’s guttural groan when Raven pushed her hips into his face. Jax understood that reaction, all these years without her didn’t make him forget how she tasted—it was engraved on his tongue.
When he looked down at Raven again, her eyes were on his, her smile still in place and Jax found himself chuckling in response. He knew it the second he walked into Lush a year ago just as he was certain of it now, there was no going back after this. He would be forever changed after experiencing the true definition of pleasure in Raven’s garden.
