Melt into You

“But—”

“Relax.” He tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped his fly.

Andre stepped onto the deck, carrying a tray of sandwiches and bottled soda. He glanced over at the two of them, the corner of his mouth curving. “I thought maybe the two of you would want some dinner. Although, it looks like you may have already jumped to dessert.”

Evan felt the blush work up the length of her, and her gaze darted to the ground.

Jace put two fingers under her chin, lifting her face to him. “Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t want you to feel shame with me or Andre. You look beautiful right now. There’s nothing sexier than a sub giving herself over to this process and pleasing her master. I like others to see what’s mine and wish it were theirs. Andre’s just jealous that you’re not kneeling before him.”

“Damn straight,” Andre agreed, setting down the tray and stretching out on one of the lounge chairs that surrounded the hot tub.

Her gaze wandered over to their new companion. He’d changed out of the slacks and into a pair of black cargo shorts and a snug-fitting T-shirt. And damn, the man looked good—all tawny skin and tightly packed muscle, his dark features a reverse image of Jace’s light ones. He gave her a wicked smile, and the embarrassment she’d felt began to morph into something else, something far more pleasant than shame.

“Ah, you like Andre looking at you,” Jace observed.

Her focus snapped back to him.

“Stand up, pet.” Jace put a hand under her elbow and helped her to her feet. “If you enjoy Andre seeing you like this, then maybe you should give him something to watch.”

“Wait, what?” she asked, her heartbeat thumping in her ears.

Jace stepped behind her and walked his fingers along her spine until he reached the hook of her bra. With a flick of his hand, the strap unhinged, and he slid the bra down her arms, exposing her breasts to the night air and to Andre.

On instinct, her hands lifted to cover herself, but Jace caught her arms and tucked them behind her back. His mouth went to her bare shoulder and teeth grazed her skin. “Tell me, Andre, you think my little sub likes you seeing her beautiful tits.”

She bit her lip, feeling vulnerable, but unable to deny the effect the exposure was having on her body. Every part of her ached to be touched, licked. She was so slick with heat she was sure both men could see it soaking her panties.

Andre sat up on his elbows, the reflection of the hot tub lights flickering in his brown eyes. “I would say those nipples are begging to be tasted. They’re so tight and pink.”

Jace stepped back around her and let his gaze roll slowly over her. “I think you’re right. Hook your arms around the railing behind you, pet, and keep them there.”

She followed his instructions, the movement causing her small breasts to jut out further. Jace’s hands gripped her waist then slid up and over her ribs until he plumped both breasts in his palms. Her breath quickened at his firm touch. She arched back, needing more.

“Tell me what you want, Evan.”

He’d used her real name for the second time, but she no longer cared what he called her as long as he gave her some relief. “Please. I need your mouth.”

“But Andre will see,” he pointed out, his tone filled with feigned concern.

“Let him,” she gasped. “Just please.”

His head dipped down and his mouth closed over one of her nipples, causing her to cry out. He sucked and licked on one side and used his hand on the opposite breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers and sending shots of pleasure straight to her core.

“Oh, Lordy,” she murmured, her head lolling back.

His teeth grazed against the hardened nub, then bit. She jolted at the sharp snap of pain, but then pleasure, hot and wicked, chased the sensation. Holy shit. Her nipples had always been wonderfully sensitive, but hell if she wasn’t on the verge of coming from that stimulation alone.

A sound akin to a growl rumbled low and deep from Jace as he lifted his head. “You like being watched?”

“I . . . I don’t know.”

He smiled and rasped a thumb over her nipple. “I think you do know. How wet did you get for me that day on stage?”

She shuddered at the low, coaxing tone of his voice, the devil inviting her to take his hand for a little walk.

“You know what I think? I think if the lights hadn’t gone out, you would’ve let me slide my hands up the rest of the way under that dress, would’ve let me fuck you with my fingers while your fiancé and all those people watched.” His hand traced down her belly and teased at the band of her panties, but his eyes never left hers.

“I wanted you to,” she whispered.

His gaze turned hooded as he moved his hand beneath the triangle of silk and found her wet heat. She hissed, so ready to tip over the edge. Just a few glides over her clit would do it.

“That night I stroked my cock, remembering the sweet scent of your pussy, all slick and ready for me. Imagined how good you would feel coming around me.”

She tilted her head back and whimpered as he dipped two fingers inside her. “Shit. Sir, please, I’m so close.”

“Well, now, look how nicely you asked. You’re a quick learner.” In one swift motion, he yanked her panties down and off, leaving her fully naked against the railing. The cool air licked at her freshly shaven skin. She’d made the last-minute decision the night before to shave herself bare, and suddenly she was very, very happy she had made that call. Jace went to his knees, grasping the backs of her legs and lifting them. “Just hold on, baby.”

She locked her arms more tightly around the railing behind her, her muscles straining, but she was far beyond feeling pain. Jace spread her thighs wide and guided her legs over his shoulders, putting his mouth centimeters from her sex. Using the tip of his tongue, he traced the delicate folds as if he had all the time in the world, teasing her, making her writhe against him. His hands clamped down hard on her thighs, holding her in place for his painstakingly gentle assault.

“Mmm,” he said, kissing the inside of her thigh, so close to where she really wanted his mouth. “You taste so good. I may just do this all night.”

She groaned. “I won’t survive it. I . . . It’s been too long.”

The words tumbled out before she had time to think them through, and she wanted to smack her forehead when she realized what she’d said.

Jace’s lips paused along the trail he was kissing up her thigh. “Baby, if that boyfriend of yours isn’t worshipping this beautiful cunt every chance he gets, he deserves to have some other guy fuck you because that’s a goddamned crime.”

His words were coarse, dirty, but the heat behind them had her temperature climbing as high as the steaming hot tub behind him. No longer in teasing mode, Jace ran the flat of his tongue along her pussy, sending tremors through her entire body. Then he locked his lips over her, sucking her clit into his mouth.

The sharp cry that ripped out of her was unrecognizable to her own ears. Jace hummed his approval against her skin, moving his mouth and tongue over her with the skill of a man who knew his way around a woman’s body.

Another wave of hot moisture flooded her sex, and the erotic sounds of his mouth licking and sucking against her skin had her mind buzzing and her body quivering. Pleasure, fast and fierce, lashed at her, driving her higher and higher. It had been . . . so . . . damn . . . long. No matter how much she had tried to convince herself, masturbation had nothing on this—nothing on a real man whose sole intent was to send her into oblivion.

One of Jace’s hands left her thigh and two fingers dipped inside her. Her inner muscles clenched around him, her body’s need turning desperate. Oh, my. She arched up, but Jace didn’t lose his hold on her. His fingers pumped inside her, while his lips and tongue paid homage to every inch of her sex.

She tried to hold off for another moment, not ready for the mind-blowing sensations to end. But when he sucked her clit back between his lips and nipped at her with his teeth, every cell inside her seemed to split open.

“Oh, God. Jace!” Keening cries passed her lips, and her hips rocked against his mouth as her orgasm overtook her. She didn’t care that they were outside, that someone was watching, or that the sounds coming from her throat were probably broadcasting her climax for anyone in a one-mile radius. In fact, she kind of liked the exposure—spread and open to this man—offering her pleasure to him. To Jace.

Sweat slicked her body despite the cool evening, and as the remnants of her release coursed through her, her arms begin to slip from the rail behind her. She quickly tried to adjust, grasping for purchase, but her arms trembled and gave out. “Oh!”

She winced, expecting to hit the ground, but her back landed on something hard and warm. Two arms. “I got you, bella. Easy.”

She blinked, her eyes focusing on Andre, who stared down at her, smiling. He eased her upper body to the ground as Jace gently grabbed her thighs and slipped out from under them. The two of them set her down on top of her discarded robe.

Jace pushed a lock of damp hair off her forehead as Andre stepped away. “You okay, pet?”

She gave him a tentative smile, suddenly feeling shy about her very vocal display. “I can’t feel my arms, but I’m pretty fantastic otherwise.”

He laughed and leaned forward, capturing her mouth with his. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her hands immediately laced in his hair. This kiss started off soft and gentle, but soon his tongue parted her lips and took possession of her mouth. His spicy flavor mixed with the taste of her own arousal, which still clung to his lips. Despite the rocking orgasm seconds before, desire, hot and heavy, rose anew. Good Lord, the man could kiss.

Just as she was about to be bold and let her hands travel to more than his hair, he pulled back. “I’m going to stop before I haul you off to fuck you without feeding you dinner.”

“Maybe I’m not that hungry.”

Amusement crinkled the corners of his eyes. “It’s my job to take care of you right now. And I know new subs are famous for skipping meals their first day here because of nerves.”

She looked down guiltily. She hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast.

He ran a thumb over her lips. “Don’t worry. The night is young.”

With that, he climbed to his feet, bent down, and swept her up into his arms. She let out a little sound of surprise. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going in the house to take care of a few things. You are going into the hot tub to relax and eat something.” He cocked his head to the side. “Andre, I’m putting you in charge of her. Make sure she eats.”

Before she realized what was happening, he lowered her into the bubbling tub. The heated water enveloped her naked body, and her gaze shot to Andre.

Jace ran a hand over her hair. “Are you okay staying with Andre alone?”

She didn’t feel any threat from Andre. In fact, just looking at him made her want to praise God for creating the male form. But what was her role? Was she supposed to please Jace’s friends, too? The thought sent a surprising jolt of desire through her. “Yes, I just—”

Jace gave her a reassuring smile. “Andre is one of my best friends. I’d trust him with my life, so I trust him with you. If at any point you want to touch him this weekend, you have my permission. But he won’t touch you unless you ask him to. You understand?”

She couldn’t tell if it was the temperature of the water or the mind-blowing dynamic Jace had just laid on her, but she felt a bit lightheaded. She nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Now, chill, eat. I’ll be back for you in a little while.”

She listened to Jace’s retreating footsteps as Andre leaned forward and propped his forearms on the side of the hot tub. “So, gorgeous, mind if I join you in there?” ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">