what was going to happen next. If she looked even the least bit reluctant, he was going to pull the plug on the whole damn thing, and he didn’t care if it pissed Ash off or not. This whole evening was ten kinds of fucked up. He didn’t want his best friend here, sharing his woman.
His woman.
Jace had already laid claim and yet he was about to let Ash fuck her. Again. Twisted didn’t even begin to describe this.
“Up on your knees and use your mouth on Jace, sweetheart. Don’t want to rush into this. I’ll take it slow and easy, get you worked up so we don’t hurt you.”
Her eyes widened and Jace’s senses went on alert. The hell he was going to let Ash run this show. They’d do this Jace’s way, even if it wasn’t what he wanted to begin with.
Jace shook his head, stopping Ash as he headed for the bed.
Then he simply turned to Bethany, kissing her sweet mouth, stroking his tongue inside. She tasted of the chocolate she’d just drank. Warm and delicious. Her breaths escaped in little gasps, bursting into his mouth. He wanted more. So much more.
“Going to work you up,” he said echoing Ash’s statement. “But going to do it my way. Want you hot and wet. And the way I’m going to make sure that happens is to lick you until you’re about ready to come.”
She shivered delicately, her entire body quivering with his words. She was so damn responsive and he liked to think she was that way just with him. He hadn’t imagined her being focused more on him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he was not wrong about this. Ash was there, yeah, but the connection between Jace and Bethany had been intense. No mistake there.
“Lie down and spread your legs for me,” Jace said, inserting an edge of command in his voice. She’d responded well to his authoritative voice earlier, and she did the same this time, her eyes darkening, her face going soft with submissiveness.
Forgetting about Ash—Jace didn’t even know where he was at the moment—he traveled down Bethany’s body, kissing and sucking at her neck, then her breasts, tracing a lazy trail down her flat belly to the soft curls between her thighs.
He inhaled, savoring her musky scent of arousal. She was already wet and glistening as he parted her plush folds. Pink and perfect, tiny and as delicately rendered as the rest of her. It was like opening petals to a flower and finding dew inside. He blew gently over her clit and watched as it puckered and strained upward.
Then he swiped his tongue over the taut bud, enjoying the instant jerk of her body. He lapped gently, taking care not to be too rough with her most sensitive parts. He explored every inch of her velvety heat, sliding downward to circle her opening with his tongue and then nuzzling it with his lips.
She twitched uncontrollably beneath him, arching upward to seek more of his mouth. He glanced up, wanting to know it was him she was responding to and was satisfied to see that Ash was only now taking position at her breasts. Ash hadn’t touched her yet. Her reaction belonged solely to Jace.
He returned his attention to her pussy, sliding his tongue inside her, fucking her with rapid, short strokes. She went wet on his tongue, the sweet rush filling his mouth. He could do this all night. He loved the taste of her. Loved the feel of her on his tongue. Soft. Silky. Like nothing he’d ever imagined.
He knew she was inching toward release. Her body grew more taut and her breathing sped up. He glanced up again to see Ash’s mouth close around one erect nipple and for a moment he watched. He may not like Ash being with this woman, but the sight of his friend sucking Bethany’s nipples was erotic as hell. It was a rush that never got old, watching another man pleasure the woman Jace was fucking.
“Do you like what he’s doing, Bethany?” Jace asked, his tone husky and gruff with desire. No, he didn’t want Ash here, but for the moment he could lose himself in the sheer eroticism of watching her react to having two men make love to her. “Do our mouths feel good on you, baby?”
“Y-yes,” she hissed out. “It feels so good, Jace. Nothing has ever felt better.”
Satisfaction gripped him. She may have had threesomes—kinky sex—whatever the hell she’d