To add a little fuel to the fire, Kimber wiggled her ass and moaned, closing her eyes and licking her lips.
“Now, Kimber.”
She opened her eyes. Blinked. That commanding tone came from Luc? The usually gentle encouragement on his face had been replaced with something severe and impatient.
His fingers wrapped around her thighs—not lightly.
“Now!”
When his entire demeanor made her wet and the edge of fear zipped through her to create a thrill she didn’t quite understand, what choice did she have? Canting her hips forward, she lowered her hand to her sex and rubbed her clit.
Usually, when she was alone, she started in leisurely circles, spinning some fantasy in her mind. Tonight, she had no need to dream up any sexual circumstance. She was living it. And those slow circles? No way. With two sets of burning eyes roaming every inch of her flesh, caressing hard ni**les, smoothing over her abdomen, probing her pu**y, slow circles were not possible.
Sensation mounted hard and fast as Kimber manipulated her clit. The burning pressure became an ache as she watched Luc’s c**k bob with every harsh breath he took. Deke leaned in.
He tried to peer closer, then sniffed. “Oh, hell, I can smell how close she is.” Luc gave a shaky nod. “Stop.”
Pleasure bubbled inside her, thick and roiling. Kimber heard Luc speak. He said something she didn’t want to hear, so she ignored him.
“I said stop.” He grabbed her wrist.
She whimpered at the loss of stimulation but ceased because he forced her to.
She blinked once, twice. Twin flags of color flushed his face. His long, artistic fingers gripped her wrist with startling force.
“Don’t push me,” he warned, looking unrelenting. “I’m close to my edge.” In other words, if she didn’t want to be sating him with her ass for the next three hours, she’d better back off.
“Okay,” she whispered.
He released her and nodded, his expression looking grateful. “Slide off the sofa, knees on the floor in front of me.”
Kimber didn’t even think of teasing him. She simply complied.
“Good,” he praised as he gripped her hips and turned her away from him. Then she felt his palm between her shoulder blades giving her a gentle push. “Lean forward and brace your elbows on the sofa.”
Oh, God. This was happening. Really happening.
She could say no. Kimber knew she could. But it wouldn’t serve her purpose. And she ached for what Luc could give her now, for what Deke would see and be aroused by. There was no stopping tonight.
Swallowing hard, she did as Luc demanded. The scents of leather and her own cream wafted around her. Luc handled her, caressing her hips, lifting her skirt, stroking her ass.
“You’re beautiful here.” He smoothed his palm over one of her cheeks. “Round, firm, pale. And right now, all mine.”
She moaned. His words, his touch, aroused her even more.
“This will work like the vibes, only I’m flesh and blood. And larger than the last vibe you took.”
Yes, he was larger, and not by just a tad. “Will it hurt?”
“I’ll ease in, minimize the pain.”
“It’s best this way. Luc’s got the patience, kitten. I’m going to love hearing you scream.”
Deke.
Frowning, Kimber turned to him. Those denim eyes flared with passion, yes, but now tenderness also lurked. His face said that he feared he would hurt her if he tried to be the first to take her anally, but he was right there with her, hadn’t abandoned her. And she saw longing. He wanted to be in Luc’s place.
Her mind raced as she heard Luc ripping foil behind her.