foot in front of Noelle and Jasper, with Lex sprawled across his lap, her knees on either side of his and her face level with Noelle's.
Noelle licked her own lips with a husky laugh before straining forward to kiss Lex. "You didn't make me work for it."
"I tried." Dallas's hands were sliding up Lex's thighs, and she tried to wiggle away.
He laughed and hauled her back, splaying one hand across her belly as he lifted the other to Noelle's mouth. "Jasper?"
"His turn," Jasper whispered, and Noelle parted her lips without looking away from Lex, even as she swirled her tongue around Dallas's fingers until they were slick and wet.
Lex was still squirming when he dropped his hand and stroked her clit. "I told you you'd get a chance to ride my hand. Think you can come again before Jas fucks her over the edge?"
He knew the answer. Sometimes she felt like he knew everything--the only explanation for his raging arrogance. Lex spun around and crawled onto his lap, folding her arms tight around his neck. "You have to make me," she challenged, her mouth close to his. "Can you?"
Hunger tightened his eyes. And something else, too--a hint of danger. She'd challenged him, and he wouldn't back down. Not here, surrounded by his people. It wouldn't matter that most were glued to the spectacle of whatever Jasper was doing to drive those crazy, desperate noises from Noelle's throat.
Dallas O'Kane never let a challenge lie.
He gripped her bare hips and dragged her against him, aligning the unforgiving steel of his cock with her clit. There was nothing slow or easy about his movements as he caught her gaze, held it, and rolled her hips in even, brutally direct circles. "I could make you come so many ways."
"Not with a little dry humping," she lied. Her hands itched to slip between them, to open his pants and bare his cock and then ride him. "Noelle fucked me with her tongue. You have to do better than this."
He just smiled and leaned closer, until his lips brushed hers. "Noelle needed her tongue and Jasper's thumb. I don't. All I need..." He caught both of her arms and crossed her wrists at the small of her back before pinning them with his hands. "Just like this."
The silent, imperious command inherent in the position made her shiver as the ridge of his erection nestled between her pussy lips. Too much, too direct. If he'd been wearing denim, it would have hurt. But he'd donned soft, supple leather tonight, and she was wet, so wet. She took a deep, shaky breath, and even that was enough to slide her over the hard line of his cock through his slippery pants.
Her inhalation caught in her throat, turned into something low and hungry.
Dallas captured her lower lip between his teeth and teased his tongue over it. Nothing else--no movement, no rocking, just the tip of his tongue, sliding back and forth and back and forth, slick with suggestion even before he closed his mouth on her lip and sucked softly.
A taunt and a promise, and it wasn't fair that he could do this to her with the tiniest of touches. Lex trembled through another blinding spike of sensation and tried to free her hands.
He held tight.
She struggled without thinking, lightly but still enough to shift her on his lap. Wet leather stroked her clit, and she bit her tongue trying to hold back a moan.
His gaze held more than a hint of danger now. His cool detachment had shattered, leaving behind a hot-eyed man who bared his teeth in a feral grin. "You want to get away, love?"
Yes. "No." Both answers were true, but neither was quite enough.
He tightened his grip on her wrists and watched her face as if the rest of the room had simply dissolved. Even Noelle's throaty cries of release drifted away as he lowered his mouth to her ear. "But you want to try."
Telling, not asking. The words shivered over her, his voice like fingers on her skin. Truth, but he didn't understand. "I want you to stop screwing around."
"You are so fucking bossy." Rough words, but they came out edged with affection, and he started that steady rock again, grinding her clit against slick leather. "Ask for it. Ask me to get you off."
She wouldn't. She would not. Then the vise twisted, a tense ache that enveloped her. "Please," she ground out. "Please--"
He soothed her with low murmurs against her cheek and moved