Blood of Eve (Trilogy of Eve 2)

With that, he stepped into the hall and shut the door behind him.

Jesse rubbed his forehead and reached for the phone. “Don’t listen to him.”

“Too late.” I poked his ribs. “Tell me.”

He messed with the screen, and a moment later, set the phone above my head.

A shimmering percussion of xylophone scales tapped through the speaker, followed by the soft groove of falsetto vocals. The electronic beats dripped with sensuality, as if flowing aimlessly through a sexual trance.

I arched a brow. “Sex music?”

“Glass Animals.” His pelvis rolled against mine. “Gooey.” He whispered the song title on a warm breath, deeply and seductively against my ear.

With a fluid sweep of motion, he yanked my t-shirt over my head, leaving me nude and trembling for his touch. His eyes heated into molten copper, and his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.

When he settled on top of me, I wrapped my legs around his ass and stretched my neck to capture his mouth. Our tongues rolled lazily, the rock of his hips matching the tempo of our kiss and the melody drifting around us.

My body liquefied beneath the grind of his cock, my mind wandering back to the month Jesse and Roark spent together. “You let him watch you jerk off?”

The heat of his body enveloped mine, his lips distracting as they slid across my jaw and wrapped around my ear lobe.

I dragged my palms down the hard expanse of his back and dipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, gripping handfuls of his muscular ass. “Tell me about Roark watching you.”

He inched back, shifting his weight to his knees, his gaze falling on my nipples. He licked each taut peak, blew lightly against them, and watched them shrivel and tighten. Then he did it again, every stroke of his wet tongue and fanning chill of breath making my cunt pulse and heat.

“Are you embarrassed about it?”

His magnetic eyes slid upward, locking on mine, and he blinked. “No.”

I touched a finger to his mouth, slid it inside, and trailed the moisture over his lush lips. “Do you have any idea how much it turns me on imagining you two together? Please tell me.”

He grunted a short sigh. It could’ve been the hypnotic bassline throbbing through the speaker, but his expression seemed so soft and relaxed, almost dreamy, as he regarded me.

Lowering his chest to mine, he braced on his forearms and legs and molded his perfectly-honed body over and around me. “The first time, we were asleep in the van.”

The first time… I clenched my thighs around him. “Did you always sleep together?”

“Yes.” He smirked. “He’s clingy.”

“He’s adorable.” With my hands on his ass, I pulled his lower body against mine, shuddering against the drive of his hard length along my folds. “What happened?”

“I woke, thinking about you.” He buried his face in my neck, licking and nuzzling, his fingers twisting in my hair. “There wasn’t a second that passed when I wasn’t thinking about you, but that night, I was plagued with images of you naked, wet, and needy. I was so fucking horny, and Roark was the only other person in the van.”

He ground his cock against me, shooting electric pulses through my body.

“So you touched yourself?”

He nodded against my neck, his whiskers scratching my throat, as he shoved a hand between our bodies. Leaning back just enough to look into my eyes, he dragged a finger along my slit, teased me open, and stroked through my dampness.

The voluptuous cadence of the background music morphed into a new seductive rhythm, and our bodies pulsed and rocked to the sultry beat.

I held his gaze, panting with uneven breaths as his fingers slipped through my folds, soaked with my arousal, and lifted to rub tight circles around my clit. His touch grew heavier, rougher, fingering my opening, the heel of his hand grinding against my mound.

“Keep talking.” I clawed at the steel brawn of his backside, my body trembling with the need for more. More of his touches. More of his drugging twang.

He dragged two fingers through my slick flesh and sank them deep inside me, wrenching a moan from my throat. “I was fucking my hand, imagining the tight clasp of your pussy, when Roark woke beside me. I was too far gone to stop him.”

He watched me with hooded eyes as I flexed into each thrust of his hand, grinding my clit against his palm. Driven, seeking, reaching for that intoxicating release of pleasure, I fucked his fingers with abandon.

“You didn’t stop while he watched you?” Just imagining it arched my back.

He caught a nipple in his mouth, his fingers thrusting harder, faster. Then he released my sensitive bud, his tongue curling around it. “I didn’t stop him when he wrapped his hand around me.”

Ohmygod. I tangled my hand in his hair and pulled his head up so I could see his face. “He jerked you off?”