Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour 4)

“I’ve never done this before,” she said, looking so beautiful on her knees that he was tempted to take a picture, blow it up to poster-size, and hang it on the underside of the bunk above his. “You’ll have to let me know if I find the spot or if I hurt you.”

He closed his eyes and nodded. Oh God, she was really going to do it. He’d fantasized about it for months. It probably wouldn’t live up to his expectations, but he was eager to find out.

His c**k entered the warmth of her mouth. The gentle tug of her suction as she bobbed her head made his balls tighten. Her hand touched the inside of his thigh, and he almost leapt out of his skin. His entire body taut, he breathed heavily to calm himself. Maybe the fantasy was better than reality. Maybe he should stop her now.

She cupped his balls and gently massaged the loose skin, driving him insane with desire. When he relaxed again, her hand moved from his balls, and he heard her squirt lubricant onto her fingers. She urged him to spread his legs wider by pressing on the inside of his thigh with the back of her wrist. He loosened his stance, but tensed when her cool, slippery fingers pressed against his ass.

“Wait,” he gasped. Too late. She pressed upward and slid a finger inside him. It felt weird. And somehow satisfying. He relaxed after he became accustomed to the sexy invasion. He grunted in protest when she pulled her finger free. Was she finished?

“I liked it,” he admitted, getting caught up in the tug of her lips on his c**k as she sucked him. He looked down and found her applying more lube. So she wasn’t done.

She slid two fingers inside him this time, filling him in a way he’d never been filled before. When she slid her fingers in and out of him—driving deeper, deeper—he began to tremble uncontrollably. “Oh God, Rebekah,” he groaned.

Her fingers moved inside him. Seeking. Pressing forward. He shuddered hard when she found it. “Right there,” he sputtered.

She sucked him hard then, rubbing against something inside him that made him come so hard he could scarcely stay on his feet. His vision blurred as she bobbed her head faster, sucked harder, rubbed and rubbed against a perfect little place she’d discovered. He couldn’t stop coming. Excited beyond comprehension, he grabbed the back of her head to hold her still while he spurt into her throat. After his fluids were spent, the pleasurable waves pulsated through the base of his cock, up his ass, and deep inside.

“You have to stop,” he panted. “Oh please, oh please.” With one hard shudder, he found he was coming again. Not ejaculating, but coming. “Rebekah?” His fingers tightened in her hair, and his back arched until the back of his head slammed into the door. And she kept him there, suspended in ecstasy for so long he thought he’d pass out. When his body stilled, she pulled her fingers free, leaving a strange, wet, inside-out feeling in their wake.

She released his c**k from her mouth, and he forced his eyes open to look at her.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

His response in the affirmative was no more than the flutter of his lashes as his eyes tried to roll into the back of his head.

“Did I do it right?”

He slid down the door, his feet sliding out from under him, and collected her in a tight hug when she came within reach. “Mmmm,” he murmured, his thoughts languid and body exhausted. “Love you,” he managed and landed a kiss somewhere on her head.

“Love you too. Are you finished for the night?”

He shook his head. “Give me a minute. That was f**king incredible.”

He held her as he caught his breath. After a long while, she pulled away and climbed to her feet. Looking at her in that hot little outfit, with those geeky glasses and her hair coming loose from its knot, had his c**k stirring with renewed interest.

“Get up, stand at the end of the bed, and don’t move,” she said. “I’m going to wash my hands, and then I’m going to show you how hot and wet my pu**y is for you right now. You are going to watch me make myself come as punishment for making me want you.”

Oh, hell yeah. She really had read his essay. Eric climbed to his feet and stood facing the end of the bed to wait. He squirmed. Still wet with lubricant, his ass felt really weird. That anal probe had totally lived up to his expectations. Wow. No wonder Brian had married Myrna.

Rebekah left the room. It felt like an eternity before she finally returned. Jace was with her. Eric’s heart skipped a beat. He’d participated in threesomes with Aggie and Jace. He’d mentioned them in his essay. Described how good it felt to have Jace’s c**k sliding against his while they’d both been buried inside Aggie. Shit. He wished he hadn’t mentioned that. Eric hoped Rebekah didn’t plan on hooking up with Jace. Eric didn’t care how hot threesomes were or how much pleasure a woman might receive when stuffed with two cocks. Eric was not sharing Rebekah with anyone. Not even his best friend.

Jace crouched at Eric’s feet and fastened a thick leather cuff around his ankle. Jace secured the cuff to the leg of the bed with a chain.

Eric scowled. “What are you—”

Rebekah cracked him on the ass with her ruler. “Quiet,” she demanded. “He’s helping me make sure you don’t participate while I pleasure myself.”

After both of Eric’s ankles were secured to opposite legs of the bed, Jace bound Eric’s wrists together behind his back. He secured Eric’s ankles together with a short chain and then fastened another chain behind Eric’s back to connect his wrists to the chain between his ankles.

“He won’t be able to bend forward,” Jace said.

Eric tried it. Just an inch of bending, and Eric’s shoulders and hamstrings protested in pain. “He’s right.”

“If he tries to squat, he’ll lose his balance and fall,” Jace said. “His knees and ankles will hurt like a son of a bitch.”

Eric would take his word on that one.

“And if he stands there like a good boy?” Rebekah asked.

Jace grinned, his typical cuteness overshadowed by the wicked gleam in his eyes. “He doesn’t have a choice.” He handed something to Rebekah. “Use these if you really want to drive him insane.”

Eric tried to see what they were doing behind him.

“How does this work?” she asked.

Jace leaned close to whisper into her ear. Eric could see him demonstrating something, but he couldn’t turn his head far enough to see much.

“Thanks, Jace,” she said.