the feel of your hot little mouth eating my cock.” He sweeps my hair aside with that familiar out of place gentleness that’s at odds with what he’s making me do to him. He gathers it in his fist, making sure everyone has an unobstructed view.
My sex slicks.
“Fuck, this is hot.”
Dex. The White Springs president, and he sounds like he’s standing by the bar. Dragon gives a growled hum of agreement. Shame eats me alive. My head stills and I once more try to clamp my jaw shut.
Spider curls his hand around my jaw, holding it open. “Don’t stop.” His other hand traps my head. “Suck me off until I come down your throat.”
It’s nuts, but the bluntness of his words, combined with the feel of his hands imprisoning my head and using my mouth, makes me so wet I would have stroked myself right there if I could have used my hands.
Weeks ago, I’d never have imagined using my mouth the way a woman uses her body could be this sexy.
I work my mouth up and down, and he growls, slowing me down, reveling in every heated, wet stroke.
“Use your tongue. Lick me.”
Another whimper escapes. He’s dragging this out. I lap at the tip of his shaft, letting my tongue flick around the length.
Spider puts head back, his grip on my head tightening. “Shit. Look at what you do to me. Sexy little thief.”
“Jesus,” Striker growls. “We’re going to have to get Rat to nab a copy of the recording of this.”
The words make me feel as if someone has splashed ice water on me. There’s a blasted camera in here, recording this. That thought hadn’t even occurred to me.
My stomach clenches at the notion, but absurdly, my sex gets even wetter. The thought of some pervy guy I don’t know sitting at a monitor getting off on what he’s seeing fills me with dread, and the idea of Spider’s friends being able to watch this debauchery as if I’m in one of those pornographic videos angers me, but beneath the humiliation, heat scorches my veins at the idea of Spider watching, reliving this moment whenever he likes. Of him letting his friends take pleasure in it.
“Don’t fucking stop.” He thrusts faster, his breathing ragged. I hadn’t even realized I’d stopped until his grip on my head tightened again.
I suck harder, and Spider grunts. “Fuck…”
His control snaps, and the next instant, he’s taking my mouth furiously, thrusting in and out, his hips jerking wildly up off the couch.
I cry out, choking a little, trying to jerk back again. Spider growls a warning and his fingers tighten on my head and jaw. Trapping my head in place and keeping my jaw open so that I can’t do anything but let him take his pleasure.
“Fuck, yeah… so fucking good!” His rough, ragged grunts stroke my clit until the tide almost takes me and I nearly come.
Then he jerks his hips back suddenly, and just before he lets loose, he jerks my head up. He fists his shaft, and then he’s pumping it hard and fast while he holds my head back, exposing my throat.
He gives a final growl and hot seed splashes onto my neck, spilling thick and warm down my chest, over my breasts.
Spider’s hands slide away from me, and he sits back for a moment, panting, running his fingers over my lips, wet with his seed.
The weight of what just happened slams home, crushing me. I know I should be on my feet, should be putting as much distance between me and this beast as I can, but I’m too numb, my legs too weak. Mortified, I slump onto my knees, eyes stinging, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Wow, that was intense,” Monica says. I can hear it; she got off on this.
“There’s going to be a lot of pussy pounding in the house tonight,” Striker says, and I hear the sound of a zipper. I have a terrible feeling he just got himself off.
Spider gives a breathless, throaty hum in approval of his words. Then he’s jerking my head up, forcing my eyes to his.
“May I go now?” I grit out, livid, letting my rage burn away the sting of the tears that threaten.
“Yes. After you tell me how wet you are.”
He knows. He knows I’m aching to the point of pain, that my sex is slick with need.
It’s a small relief that a lot of the men crowded in on us are now moving