Page 61 of Sins of Seduction
Jax looked back at Cruz. He was in some silent battle with himself and probably Raven, going by the way they were burning holes into each other.
Jax dipped his head between Raven’s legs, letting his tongue dive deep inside of her. That first taste was always the sweetest—like the first sip of water after a hot summer’s day—so satisfying.
Jax pulled back enough so his voice would carry between the both of them. He knew there was no going back after tonight, and while there was some apprehension whispering its doubts, the excitement and anticipation he felt outweighed those whispered words.
He wanted this, and he finally wasn’t afraid to admit it. “If you’re both waiting for my okay, you have it.” Jax quickly glanced between the both of them. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m famished, and I did promise Rave a couple of climaxes…or ten.”
Raven didn’t know when or how it happened, but as she stared down at Jax, she felt a deeper sense of connection and love that had coated the lust coursing through her. Gone was the man she met ten years ago, giving her shit about her lifestyle and trying to mold her into something she never would be. In his place stood a man who bled fire and love into his touch—a man who was open and determined to heighten their pleasure.
Jax had become the host of this show, urging Cruz and Raven to lay down their arms and give in to the tension between them—between all three of them. She had no idea when or how long Jax had been on board with the idea of sharing her with Cruz, but now as she sat there with Jax’s tongue inside of her, coaxing his favorite flavor out of her, all she could think about, all she wanted, was being fully filled by the both of them.
Raven could see the outline of Cruz’s cock in his pants and her eyes widened. She had caught a glimpse of it when he fucked that woman’s face, but as he reached into his pants and pulled it out—stroking it from the base to the tip—her mouth watered. He wasn’t as big as Jax, but he was thicker. Both men polar opposites in every way that counted, would be the perfect mix to bring her to new heights.
Cruz stalked toward her, his gaze sending electric currents through her. She rocked her hips against Jax’s face, struggling to keep her eyes open. Cruz reached a tentative hand out toward her. His knuckles brushed the side of her face before his thumb traced her bottom lip.
“Open up,” he commanded, and Raven licked her lips before she complied. He guided his cock into her waiting mouth, and when she reached up with her hands, he batted them away. “Just keep this pretty mouth open for me.” He grunted as he pushed himself farther into her mouth. He took her mask off before reaching for his own.
Cruz fisted her hair. “No hiding,” he whispered down to her. “Not tonight. Tomorrow we can go back to pretending to hate each other.” He guided her head forward and backward on his cock. She’d been right in her assessment—Cruz was thicker. She had to stretch her mouth wider to accommodate his size. Her teeth kept nipping at his skin, but the groans spilling from his mouth told her he enjoyed a bite of pain with his pleasure.
She swirled her tongue around the head of Cruz’s cock before he pulled all the way out of her and slowly pushed back in. She closed her mouth around him as Jax continued his torment against her pussy causing her to moan around Cruz’s dick.
Cruz grunted before pulling all the way out of her. He bent down and kissed her like it was the most natural thing for them to do. His kiss had been gentle at first, as if memorizing the feel of her lips against his. She felt his hand at the back of her neck, and he quickly undid the tie of her dress, letting the top fall off her shoulders to bare her chest. The humid air of the room hit her skin, coaxing the small flame that began to burn in the middle of her body to burn brighter and making her hotter.
Cruz pulled back from the kiss, his gaze on her made her squirm against Jax’s tongue. She couldn’t remember the last time Cruz had looked at her with anything other than contempt. Now all she saw was unchecked need and hunger for her. “Your eyes look like they’re glowing, Rave.” He murmured as his hands cupped her breast, teasing both nipples.
He looked down at Jax, and Raven followed his gaze. She sucked in a sharp breath, being burned alive by the flames in Jax’s eyes.
“Surely you can do better than that, Pierce. I want to see what she looks like when she cums.” Cruz walked behind the sectional as Jax’s dark chuckle vibrated against her sensitive flesh. Her head fell back as a groan tore through her throat.
Such exquisite torture.
Cruz was in her ear. One hand wrapped around her throat and forced her gaze back to watch Jax eat her out. “No hiding tonight, Rave. Watch him.” The gruffness in his voice had nearly been her undoing. “That’s a good girl.” His other hand slid down the front of her body, like a match, leaving a fire in its wake.
Jax pulled back just enough to allow Cruz’s fingers to settle against her clit. She could feel Jax finger-fucking her—both of them working a rhythm specifically for her body. She wanted to close her eyes to get lost to the sensations coursing through her, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the contrast of Cruz’s and Jax’s hands on her body.
Her hips bucked, fucking Jax’s fingers, and sparks danced behind her eyes. The buildup was coming quickly, and she wanted this to last a little longer. She tried to pull back, but Jax’s grip on her hips kept her in place as Cruz squeezed tighter against her neck.
“Are you running, Rave?” Cruz taunted.
“I think she is, Cruz.” Jax’s dark voice plus the speed in which he finger-fucked her had her barreling towards a cliff with no chance of slowing down.
She heard Cruz’s voice in her ear, felt his lips against her skin, and felt Jax’s teeth sink into her inner thigh, and a bomb went off inside of her. She shouted her release, her back bowed off the couch—Cruz’s and Jax’s hands the only things keeping her on the ground when her body wanted to fly.
“My god,” Raven groaned as she tried to come down, but Jax was there, his mouth tormenting her a little more, letting her cum drip down his throat.
Cruz’s grip on her neck eased at the same time that Jax pulled back. She watched as he licked his lips and addressed Cruz. “Come, see how good she tastes.”
Raven watched as Cruz stalked around the couch. Jax had stood, moving off to the side, leaving Raven and Cruz in this silent battle of wills. His gaze flickered between her face and her pussy, and Raven felt her lips pull back in a smile as she shifted on the sectional, widening her legs so Cruz could get a good look. “I’m going to enjoy watching you get on your knees for me, Detective Cruz.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less, Raven.” Cruz’s chuckle was filled with dark promise as he undid his tie and lowered himself to his knees. He gripped her legs, his touch bruising but Raven relished it. He took a tentative swipe, and Raven nearly jumped off the sectional—her core sensitive to touch. Cruz looked up at her with a predatory grin on his face. “Let’s see how long it takes me to wipe that smug smile off your face and make you cum against mine.”
Cruz dove in—touching, tasting, and taking like he had waited all his life to consume her, and the pressure in Raven’s body quickly began to build again. This was only the beginning of her torment—only the start of Jax and Cruz playing her body like a fiddle. Raven had fantasized about this in the past and recently, but nothing could prepare her for the real thing. She felt Cruz hum against her cunt and a whimper escaped her—the sensation too much and not enough at the same time.
Jax and Cruz were going to destroy her tonight, and she couldn’t think of a better way to go.
Jax stood up. His cock was so hard it was pressing firmly against the front of his pants. He could hear the fabric start to tear. He was content to watch for a moment—to get lost in the pretty picture Cruz and Raven painted. Jax chuckled when he saw Raven’s eyes roll to the back of her head as Cruz took his time tasting her, using his tongue to elicit different sounds out of her.
Jax waited for the jealousy or the possessiveness he thought he’d feel to rear its head. He waited for feelings of inadequacy or even comparing the sounds she made when Cruz touched her verses when he touched her, but his thoughts hadn’t been on any of that. If the hardness of his cock was anything to go by, he was more turned on by this than he ever thought was possible. The only thing on his mind was how to make this better for Raven and in turn better for him and Cruz.
