Wild - Jaci Burton Page 0,24

this, but admittedly, a part of him wanted this wildness all for himself, wanted her licking only his cock, fucking only him.

Tonight, though, was for Abby. Tonight, he had to share.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, lifting his hips to feed her. “Suck it deep.” He made eye contact with Mike, saw the way Mike gritted his teeth, and knew he was close. Seth didn’t think either of them were ready to come yet. Not until Abby had her turn again. He watched the movements of her mouth, mentally tamping down the urge to drive his shaft faster between the tight suction of her lips, then reached for her face, pulling her up.

“Enough for now.”

“I want you to come,” she said, her voice no more than a throaty whisper.

God, what she did to him. “I know. And I will. Later.”

Mike withdrew, too, and Seth stood, pulling Abby upright. “Don’t want you to get too tired or get your back in a spasm. We have all night.”

He pulled her against him and kissed her, driving his tongue inside to taste where his cock had just been. She tasted like rum and like him. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, the hard points teasing his flesh. He cupped them, rubbing his thumbs over her distended nipples, forcing himself to break the contact of their kiss just so he could watch her eyes when he teased the buds. She gasped when he rolled them between his fingers. He used her response as a guide. She liked a little more pressure, a little harder pinching.

She was so responsive with her sighs, her moans, her facial expressions, telling him without words what wasn’t enough and what was too much.

He was going to give her whatever she wanted. And even what she didn’t yet know she wanted. But right now he wanted inside her tight little pussy, wanted to seat himself in her heat and feel her wet cunt surrounding him. He lifted one of Abby’s legs, fitting it over his hip.

Mike had left the room. Seth didn’t know where he’d gone. Frankly, he didn’t care, wanted to take however much time he had with Abby alone. He fit his cock against her pussy, rubbing it against her clit, watching how her eyes glazed over. She twined her arms around his neck and lifted up, sliding her pussy over his shaft and impaled herself on him.

“Christ,” he murmured when he felt how tight she was inside. She pulsed, gripped him, and began to move up and down over him. He held her leg, squeezed her ass with his other hand, and powered upward, wanting to bury himself deep inside her. And he loved watching her, the look on her face. She captured her bottom lip between her teeth, concentrating as if she were holding back her own orgasm as she held tight onto his shoulders and leaned back. Now he could watch the movement of her breasts, see her clit each time she lifted off him. Her pussy was swollen, wet, the aroma of her arousal permeating the air around them. Her body was bathed in the soft light of the room, flushed pink with the heat of her movements. Her hair was tousled around her face, her lips swollen from sucking and kissing him. She was panting, little gasps escaping her lips as she rode his cock. With every thrust he made, she moaned deep in the back of her throat.

“Come for me, Abby.”

He wanted this time just for the two of them, without Mike in the room, wanted to have this experience alone. Selfish, he knew, but he didn’t care. A sense of urgency built within him, a need to have this moment with her.

He reached between them and stroked her clit—fuck, she was so wet—he rubbed her juices over the nub with gentle motions. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, and she had a pained look of sheer ecstasy on her face. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he powered his cock harder, faster, feeling the walls of her cunt squeezing him, her sweet liquids pouring over his balls.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “Do it for me. Come on my cock.”

She trembled, ground her pussy against his pelvis, and cried out. He felt the contractions surrounding him and held back as long as he could. He wanted to watch her face as she came. And she did, tilting her head back and screaming as she orgasmed, raking her nails across his shoulders and