Dallas sank a hand into her hair, his fingers more gentle than commanding. “Come now, kitten. Lex didn’t teach you to be so prissy.”
No, Lex had lapped at him like a melting ice cream cone on a hot day. The image made Noelle laugh as she opened her mouth wider and swirled her tongue around the crown of his cock.
Jasper whispered her name, and she felt the careful brush of his hands pushing her skirt higher, up over her hips to her waist. Then he curled his fingers under the back of her panties and drew them down.
The whole room could see her. Jasper’s bulk might block some people’s field of vision, but others would see everything. Her bare ass. Her—her pussy. Just thinking the word felt wrong, even with one man’s cock under her tongue and another man pushing her panties down her legs.
Her cheeks burned, but the rest of her burned so much hotter that she prayed Jasper would touch her and put her out of her aching, frustrated misery.
He eased her legs apart, as far as they would go with the restraint of ruffled lace still around her knees. His touch strayed close, so close, to her throbbing clit…and vanished.
Then his palm descended on her ass with the sharp, stinging crack of flesh on flesh.
She couldn’t stop herself from squealing. The cry escaped her lips, and she tried to throw her head back, but Dallas’s hand tightened, holding her in place as she panted and squirmed.
Jasper’s handprint was burned into her skin, but somewhere inside her the sharp pain had twisted. She was twisted, a dirty, wicked girl who wanted this crude mistreatment, who craved it.
Maybe if he spanked her enough, he’d purge all the shame from her heart.
Dallas tugged at her hair, forcing her to look at him. His lazy gaze drifted over her features, and his lips twitched up in a smile. “Ah, Lexie my love. Your kitten’s a bad girl. You’ll have to make sure she doesn’t get distracted from my cock.”
“Dirty old man,” she muttered, sliding her fingers into Noelle’s hair. “Take him in your mouth, honey, and trust me. Yes?”
“Yes,” she whispered, savoring Lex’s touch. Different than the men’s. Softer but more direct, as if she knew just what it took to blur pleasure into pain.
She probably did. She probably knew everything, all that Noelle wanted so badly to learn. So she parted her lips and let Lex guide her head down until Dallas’s cock pushed into her mouth, hard and hot and deliciously demanding.
It was a good thing Lex was showing her what to do, because most of Noelle’s attention was focused on Jasper, on waiting for him to touch her again. Please, please spank me…
But it was Lex’s hand that drifted down her back and over her ass, her nails lightly scratching the reddened handprint Jasper had left behind. It sparked a squirming sort of pleasure, different from the fleeting pain of the slap.
Then she slipped her hand lower, over Noelle’s swollen, wet pussy lips, and immediately pressed deeper. Searching.
Noelle moaned. Whimpered. Her hips shifted on their own, rocking desperately, and it was Dallas who groaned as his cock seemed to jump in her mouth. “Goddamn it, Lex,” he growled. “I said keep her from getting distracted, not get her off.”
“Oops.” Lex moved her fingers, but only to spread Noelle’s aching flesh wide. Opening her.
And then she whispered something that sounded like Jasper’s name—a mere second before a beard grazed Noelle’s upper thigh. A second before his tongue, warm and rough, rasped over her clit.
Her thighs trembled as he licked her, the sensation so sinful she couldn’t concentrate on what she was supposed to be doing with her mouth. Every pulse in her body had centered on that one point, and she realized hazily that there must be more to pleasure than she’d ever known because this was what she’d always thought an orgasm felt like, but clearly, clearly there was more. Her body knew it. Strained for it.
Dallas hissed and jerked her head up with the hand still threaded through her hair. “Watch the teeth.”
“Sorry, s-sorry—” How could the mortification make her hotter? “Let me try again, I won’t—”
“Shh. Tell us the truth—have you ever come before?”
Were her cheeks as red as they felt? “I think so. Maybe.”
Lex nuzzled the spot under her ear. “Maybe means no, honey. Definitely not.”
Dallas reached down to rub his thumb over Lex’s lower lip before doing the same to Noelle’s. “You’re gonna miss a hell of a show down there, Jas. Don’t you want to see how big these eyes can get?”
Jasper locked his hands around her hips and lifted her off her knees. The world spun, and when she landed it was on her back, on the floor at Dallas’s feet.
Only Jasper didn’t slide down between her thighs again. Instead, he loomed over her, his gaze boring into hers. “I already know how big her eyes get.”
He blocked out everything, became her entire world. Noelle raised a shaking hand to his shoulder, barely daring to touch him as she drowned in the darkness of his eyes. “Please. Show me what it feels like. I’m dying.”
“Not dying. Waking up.” He kissed her, warm and firm, his beard brushing her chin and his tongue on her lips. She wanted to press them tight together so he’d lick them forever, but at her first gasp he was there, edging into her mouth, and she opened for him with a small sound that took all the air she had.
Her dress was rucked up beyond her waist, and the back of his hand grazed her stomach as he glided his tongue over hers.
More. She tried to say it, but it came out muffled against his mouth, a hungry noise that would have to be enough. No one had stopped her from touching him, so she slid her fingers down his arm until she encountered skin and edged one fingertip under his sleeve.
His muscles tensed, turning to steel under her touch, but his hand was gentle between her thighs as he explored, tracing the shape of her pussy, fold by fold, before delving deeper.
If her panties hadn’t been tangled around her knees, she would have spread her legs like a true harlot, anything to encourage him. She needed it so hard she spoke, whispering her plea against his lips. “I’m so empty I ache.”
He caught her lower lip between his teeth, caressing it with the tip of his tongue as he pushed one finger inside her, stretching untried muscles. Then he lifted his head with a groan. “Not empty anymore. Tight as fuck though, sweetheart.”
Overwhelmed, she dropped her hands to her sides, whimpering as her fingertips scraped across the smooth wooden stage. Nothing to cling to, nothing to anchor her as he stroked over places that shouldn’t feel this good, this much.
This had to be it. “I think I’m coming.”
“Getting there.” He moved his finger, twisting his hand so he could rub circles over her clit with his thumb too, and that was too much. Her back formed an arch as his touch sparked electricity, so sudden and wild she cried out and tried to pull away.
Soft hands, Lex’s hands, gripped her wrists and stretched her arms over her head, holding her in place. Jasper rocked his whole body, thrusting his finger deeper—and grinding his denim-clad erection against her thigh.
Noelle’s pulse expanded until her entire body was beating. A shudder welled up, shaking her as she clenched around Jasper’s clever, wicked finger, and then she understood what Lex’s words meant because all of that pleasure was a prelude to this. This moment where she screamed her relief because all the needing turned to hot, slick bliss.