Lex opened her eyes and met Noelle’s gaze. Then she jerked the chain harder and smiled. “She’ll find out soon enough, won’t she?”
“Why wait?” Dallas fixed his hypnotic stare on Noelle, and she felt as trapped by his eyes as she was by the chains and rope, by the bulk of Jasper’s body pressing down on her.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw him raising his hand, but she couldn’t tear her gaze from his until he lifted his slick finger to her lips with a growled command. “Suck it.”
Noelle almost hated herself for how quickly, how eagerly, she obeyed. Then again, all she did was part her lips and Dallas was there, plunging his finger deep, working it back and forth between her lips with an obscene thrusting rhythm that her hips tried to match. Her inner muscles clenched around nothing, intensifying the ache of being so empty.
She licked the oddly addictive taste of Lex off his finger with quick, obedient strokes, each one a silent plea he ignored, except to growl again. “If you’re half this enthusiastic with a cock in your mouth, it’s a fucking miracle Jas ever puts his pants on.”
Jasper bit the back of her shoulder. “Tell him about the last time you sucked my dick.”
The last time had been the first time, the only time, and it was only natural that the realization led to the fantasy of Jasper circling the bench to thrust his cock into her mouth, into her throat, though she still hadn’t learned how to take him that deep without choking and God, right now she wouldn’t care.
Dallas slid his finger free with a soft pop and caught her chin. “What happened last time you sucked him off?”
It was getting easier to say the things she never could have imagined before, even if her voice wavered and cracked at the most embarrassing moments. “He came on my face. And my neck. And my—my breasts.”
Laughing, Dallas released her and reached for the string of beads. “I guess that’s another way to get a pearl necklace. These look gorgeous wrapped around Lex’s throat and tits, but not as good as they’re about to.”
He echoed Lex’s earlier movements, rubbing a few of the smooth spheres against the woman’s skin, low on her abdomen. She trembled under his touch and locked her fingers around his arm, her nails digging into his skin. “Please, Dallas.”
Quiet but needy, close to begging.
Noelle knew how she felt.
But Lex’s torment was nearly at an end. Dallas used one hand to part her folds—No, corrected Ace’s voice, mocking even in Noelle’s imagination, her pussy lips—and used one finger to nudge a long loop of pearls inside her body, the soft click of the beads knocking together undercut by Lex’s harsh groan.
She twisted, thrusting her hips toward him. “More.”
Noelle held her breath as he repeated the process again and again, pumping his finger in and bringing another few inches of the long strand with him each time. “This is what we’ll do, Noelle,” he said in a hoarse voice, speaking over Lex’s whimpers. “Everything Jasper wants to do to you, I’ll do to Lex first. And if you want it, you wrap your tongue around the dirty words and you beg him to give it to you.”
Noelle whimpered, too, shifting her hips as much as she could. “I want it. I want that.”
“Uh-uh.” Dallas rocked two fingers into Lex and flexed his wrist, doing something to the pearls inside her that made her entire body jerk. “Tell her you want the details, Jas.”
Jasper straightened and moved his hand from her hip. For the longest moment, he didn’t touch her at all—and then his hand fell heavy around the front of her throat. “Say it, sweetheart.”
Before Noelle could speak, Lex sucked in a breath and released it with a curse. “Fuck. Fuck.” The chain rattled again as she dug her teeth into her lower lip and struggled against both men’s restraining hands.
Lex’s pleasure turned her own arousal sharp enough to cut. Noelle squeezed her eyes shut and forced out the words, each one slicing through her self-consciousness until the plea tumbled from her lips. “I want the pearls in my pussy. Please, Jas, please let me have them, please let me come.”
Instead, his touch vanished again.
Noelle bit off a panicked moan as her heart slammed into her throat. He’d lied, he’d lied and he was going to leave her like this, begging and wanting and always empty, always starving—
Dallas caught her chin and lifted her head. “Easy, love. He went to get something. We’ve got you.”
Jasper stared at her as he walked back to the bench, a small bottle in one hand. “She doesn’t trust me yet,” he muttered.
“I do,” Noelle protested weakly, but Dallas pressed his thumb over her lips before she could say anything else.
“Don’t lie,” he told her softly. “It’s not just something you do, it’s something we earn. Let us earn it tonight, kitten.” He used his grip on her chin to turn her face toward Jasper. “Look at him. Look him square in the eyes. Don’t think about forever, think about tonight. Can you trust him to take care of you tonight?”
Still ashamed by her weakness, she nonetheless lifted her gaze to Jasper’s. His eyes were dark, endless, and there was a wariness there alongside the hunger. Even lashed to a bench, physically helpless, she had the power to hurt him. Not only with words, but with something as visceral and silent as a moment of fear.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. The next words were harder, because she had to say them knowing that a wrong one might end the night, like it had before. She had to take the step over the edge of the cliff, blind and willing to shatter if he stepped away and let her fall. “I promise to trust you.”
The words rolled over him, relaxing a little of the tightness in his eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t yet, since I’m not giving you what you asked for.” When he stepped behind her, his slippery fingers skated over her pussy but didn’t linger. He touched her ass instead, probing between her cheeks. “Not exactly.”
His fingertip pressed against her back passage, stretching the tight ring of muscle with a painfully pleasurable jolt that startled a cry out of her. Her gaze found Lex’s, and she whimpered a question she hoped the other woman could understand.
Her leg was still propped high against the middle of the bench. She lowered it a little, reached up and brushed the back of her hand over Noelle’s jaw. “Relax, baby girl. He’ll make you feel good. All you have to do is let it happen.”
Noelle panted as his finger pushed harder, and this was pain, the kind she wasn’t supposed to like but couldn’t stop craving. Her clit pulsed with every slow twist of his finger, and she caught herself rocking mindlessly against the leather padding, reveling in the friction against her nipples.
There was only one thing to say. One thing to beg for. “More.”
Her name melted into a pleased rumble as Jasper gathered the second strand of pearls and drew them up the inside of her thigh. “I’m going to put them in your ass, darling. Should we let Dallas decide what I put in your pussy?”
She was so distracted by the sensation that the truth tumbled free, the naïve, silly truth. “I never knew there were so many possibilities.”
“Everything you ever wanted,” Lex whispered, slipping her fingers into Noelle’s hair just as Jasper pressed the first of the pearls into her ass.
It was impossible to define the feeling of intrusion, impossible to narrow it to only one feeling at all. She seesawed between the giddy burn of the tight muscles resisting to the heady relief each time he pushed the widest part deep enough for her body to do the rest.
She lost count after three. It could have been only a few more or a hundred, she only knew that she felt full and empty at the same time, and when the next little sphere popped into her body, she moaned and tugged against Lex’s grip in her hair. “Tell him what to put in my pussy,” she whispered, not even stumbling over the word. “Anything, anything, please, just something...”
“Like what, kitten?” Dallas bent and licked the corner of her mouth with a teasing laugh. “Do you like steel? Something long and hard? Or do you li
ke the way those little round pearls feel pushing inside you? I have a second set of big brass balls, you know. Lex screams when I fill her up with those.”
“You’re an impossible bastard,” Lex rasped as she released Noelle’s hair and scratched her nails over Dallas’s chest.
“Mmm.” Dallas caught her hand and bit the inside of her wrist. He trailed his other hand between her legs and ground a doubled-over string of pearls back and forth over her clit.
Lex cried out, shocked and sudden. Her skin flushed, and her hips jerked up with every rough caress. Noelle had never been this close to a woman in the first grip of orgasm. It looked agonizing—Lex’s entire body tensed, muscles taut and face fixed in an openmouthed grimace. It could have been mistaken for pain if Dallas hadn’t driven another round of cries from her throat with a twist of his wrist.
“You like watching her.” Jasper’s breath tickled Noelle’s ear as he parted her pussy wide and slipped two fingers teasingly over her entrance. “You could make her come that hard.”
Noelle squeezed her eyes shut and tried to chase his hand with her hips. The rope around her thighs had no give, but spreading her knees wider gave her enough slack to rub against his fingers with a pleading noise. It didn’t embarrass her anymore, not when need had burned away everything else. “I need to come, please let me. Please.”
Those two fingers pushed just inside her and rubbed in a slow circle. “You don’t have to beg, sweetheart. Not for this.” A little deeper, but before she had time to focus on the delicious stretch, Jasper tugged on the string of pearls.
She squealed when the first popped out, triggering a shudder of pleasure that swept up her spine and was still rocking her when the second slipped free and sent her spinning into release. Her toes curled and she jerked at the chains, desperate for something to cling to as her inner muscles spasmed around his fingers in short, sharp clenches, each one releasing a wave of liquid heat that flooded her limbs.
He slid his free hand down her back. “Shh. Just ride it, Noelle.”
Somehow, Lex was on her knees now, her lips pressed close to Noelle’s ear as Dallas stroked her back with the same soothing possessiveness alive in every touch of Jasper’s fingers.
There was no choice for Noelle but to ride it, to tremble as the waves gentled to rolling swells, and the spasms came farther and farther apart. Her head drooped, but Dallas wrapped his hand in her hair and tugged gently, guiding her chin up until her neck was arched under Lex’s lips. “She’s ready,” he murmured, looking past her to Jasper.
She wet her lips. “Ready for wha—?”
He growled and moved his fingers again, pumping them in slow, sure strokes. “For this.”
Pleasure, which had been a lazy, sleeping thing, roared up, dragging her right back to the edge. Dallas tightened his grip in her hair. “Does Lex have permission to leave marks?”
Lex made a soft noise and nipped at Noelle’s earlobe. “If Jas doesn’t want me to, he’ll have to stop me.”
Jasper groaned and thrust his fingers home—hard and fast. “Do it.”
Noelle didn’t have time to ask what they meant. Dallas guided Lex’s mouth to her throat with a rumbled, “Bite her,” and Lex’s teeth closed tight on her skin as Jasper twisted his fingers deep in her pussy. Pain and pleasure crossed paths somewhere in between and melted into hollow, blind need.
She had time to anticipate it, time for her muscles to tense. Time for her body to teeter on the brink as she strained and panted and scratched her fingernails helplessly on the leather bench. Please was the only word she remembered, and it didn’t matter if Jasper expected her to beg.
She couldn’t stop chanting the word, not until he eased another finger into her pussy and curled all three against her G-spot as he began to slowly pull the rest of the pearls out of her ass.
If she could have gotten free she would have squirmed away after the first stroke. It was still too intense, more jolting sensation than pure pleasure. But every touch built on the last, and he had a sadistic sense of timing. Stroke. Tug.
Stroke. Tug.
Stroke—
She cried out when the third pearl jerked free, cried out as her entire body drew taut in the prelude to something massive. She closed her eyes and strained toward it, strained until she was stretched in all directions, trembling with a tension that would kill her if it didn’t snap.
Jasper pulled the finals pearls free, one after another, and she catapulted past bliss into oblivion.
Lex lit a cigarette and watched Jasper as he stroked Noelle’s hair. “Is this how she was with you and Ace when she got her tattoos?”
“Close.” So close, but even that couldn’t compare to the open way she’d embraced ecstasy this time. Jasper had felt the difference, the absence of any sort of walls or space between them. “She’s perfect.”
“Mmm.” Lex took a deep drag from the cigarette and passed it to Dallas. “If I’d known, I would have tried to fuck her already.”
Dallas leaned against his massive mahogany headboard and eyed Jasper with a shake of his head. “You’re a dumbass if you still doubt whether she’s into it.”
“I never doubted that.” It just wasn’t that simple.
“If you say so.” Dallas dragged Lex up against his bare chest and offered her the cigarette again as Noelle murmured something and rubbed her cheek against Jasper’s shoulder.
Dallas’s grin widened. “You coming back to us, kitten? You came so hard you passed out.”
Noelle made a grumpy noise and nuzzled her face against Jasper’s neck. “I’m not a kitten. Or a princess.”
Lex nudged her with one bare foot. “Or a baby girl, huh?”
Noelle huffed, but Jasper felt her smile against his collarbone. Whatever else, she liked the teasing, and the genuine fondness Lex obviously felt for her stirred his banked desire. Noelle had made passes at Lex while she was drunk or craving touch, but how deep did that attraction go?
Lex caught his look and grinned. “Watch it, Jas. She needs to pace herself.”
“Pace myself at what?” Noelle twisted in his lap.
Jasper drew the tip of his finger around her nipple. “Too much, too fast. You need a break, or you really will be finished...and I haven’t kept my promise yet.”
She shivered, her nipple tightening under his touch, but she reached down, her fingers splaying across his cock. “What about you? Do you need to pace yourself?”
Yes. The word tripped up on his tongue, and he guided her hand over his cock, a firm pressure that left him thrusting against her touch.
Noelle smiled and peeked at Lex from beneath the tousled fall of her hair. “Can we have another lesson?”
Lex’s gaze was dark as she studied both of them. “If we both suck Jasper’s cock, he might not be able to fuck you later. You gonna let Dallas do it instead?”
Jasper growled and opened his pants. “I’m not a kid, Alexa, and I’m not Dallas. I won’t blow just because you put your tongue on me.”
Dallas leaned over to snuff out his cigarette. “I don’t know which one of you to spank.”
Jasper freed his cock, stroked it slowly, and watched Noelle. “What do you think?”
She twisted to straddle his knees, flushed and beautifully naked and, for once, seemingly oblivious to it. She wrapped both hands around his shaft and studied it with adorable seriousness. “If you come now, will it be hard to...to get hard again?”
Just that bare touch made his balls tighten. “Right now? Hell, no.”
Her fingers trembled as she traced them up to the crown, then circled her thumb around the head. “How do I take him deep, Lex? How do I take all of him?”
“I’d show you...” Lex leaned over and slipped her thumb into Noelle’s mouth before slicking it over the head of his cock. “But I don’t think he has a healthy appreciation of my talents.”
Jasper ignored the pleasure skating up his spine and wound his hand in Lex’s hair. “Behave yourself, and you might end the night
with a healthy appreciation of mine and Noelle’s talents.”
“Don’t waste your time, Jas.” Dallas slapped Lex’s hip. “She doesn’t behave. Do you, love?”
“For nobody but you.” She stretched out on all fours, her ass high in the air. Dallas smoothed a hand over it and smiled at Jasper, looking pleased with himself and the world in general.
Noelle seemed pleased by Lex’s proximity too. She left one hand wrapped around Jasper’s cock, but the other touched Lex’s cheek as Noelle leaned in to kiss her. “Teach me,” she murmured against the other woman’s lips. “I want to make him come.”
Lex’s dark gaze went soft. She wouldn’t do it for anyone but Noelle, and the thought of that link aroused Jasper. The three of them could fuck without Noelle, but it wouldn’t be the same as coming together to teach her, to show her the pleasure to be had under the right hands and mouths.
“Suck me,” he whispered, slipping his fingers from Lex’s lips to Noelle’s.
Lex licked Noelle’s mouth, all the while guiding her down toward the head of his dick. “Put your tongue on him first.” Lex demonstrated with a long, slow draw of wet, pink tongue up the underside of his shaft.
Jasper’s breath caught, and he held it as he waited.
Noelle’s gaze flicked to his, and she smiled softly and licked the other side of his cock without tearing her eyes from his.
He gritted his teeth as they ran their tongues over his rigid flesh, sometimes tangling together in an openmouthed kiss, but never stopping. When his cock glistened, wet and slick, Lex wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and pushed Noelle’s head down.
Noelle didn’t hesitate. She slid her lips around the head and suckled a moment, her eyes glinting with mischief, before she pushed lower, taking another two inches.
Even in the hot grip of her mouth, Jasper found himself distracted by the sway of her ass in the air. Lex caught the direction of his stare, smiled slowly, and spanked Noelle hard enough to drive his dick deeper into her mouth.
Oh, hell yes.
Vibrations from her helpless moan fluttered her tongue against him. She flailed for a moment, hands groping wildly for something to cling to before finding his forearms.
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