His cock so hard it hurt, he rose and unbuttoned his slacks, releasing his cock from the confines of his underwear.
Behind him, someone moved.
Jared recognized Dane Connelly by his hair, long enough to brush his shoulders and dark as night. Dane had shed his coat but wore his mask.
Best friends since high school, Dane didn’t wait for an invitation to join. He just cupped Belle’s breast in one hand and bent to take the nipple in his mouth.
Belle’s short gasp made Jared pause to watch her closely. If she freaked, he’d get her the hell out here.
She didn’t. After several long seconds, she closed her eyes and let another man suckle her breast.
Damn, she was beautiful, with her lips parted and a blush tingeing her cheeks. He’d never wanted a woman more.
Pulling a condom from his pocket, Jared covered his cock, watching as Dane worked her breasts with his mouth and his hands.
With her eyes closed and her hair spilling all over the desk, she looked like one of the paintings on the walls of the Salon. Abandoned. Wild. Lost in pleasure.
He wanted to feel her come all over his cock again. Once hadn’t been enough.
Sliding his hands up her legs, he waited until she opened her eyes. Glazed with passion, she stared at him, her mouth slightly parted, lips red from biting them. He saw no fear, no doubt, no unwillingness.
He stepped closer to the desk and rubbed the tip of his sheathed cock against the heat of her pussy. She tilted her hips, offering herself up while at the same time pushing her breast further into Dane’s mouth.
His cock pierced her lower lips until the head disappeared into her flesh. Molten heat surrounded him and he wanted to bury himself in her. At the same time, he wanted to draw this out, wanted her to lose all control and know he was the one who made her do it.
Pulling out, he watched her watch him, watched her eyes dilate just a little more as he pushed back in, a little further this time. Her eyes flickered shut briefly, catching on Dane for several seconds before lifting to reconnect with Jared’s gaze.
She reached for him, catching the tail of his shirt and tugging. “Take me.”
“I’m planning to, honey. Just tell me how you want it.”
Her gaze flipped to Dane again as her lips curved into an enticing smile. “Make me beg.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dane glance up at him. His friend had no idea who he was fucking but it wouldn’t matter. Dane was a pure sensualist. As long as it felt good, Dane didn’t care where the pleasure came from. And Dane knew Jared well enough to know how much he loved a challenge.
Jared let his own lips tilt just the slightest bit. “Be careful what you wish for…”
He pressed forward again, sinking into her tight sheath a tiny bit more, watching as her eyes closed.
“Oh, no.” He pulled out and her eyes flashed open. “You have to watch, baby. Don’t look away or you won’t get what you want. No matter what happens, you don’t look away from my eyes.”
Dane bit her at that moment, not hard but just enough, knowing it was exactly what Jared wanted him to do. Her mouth parted on a gasp but she kept her gaze locked to his.
He rewarded her by seating himself deep in one thrust.
Her blissful cry sent a sizzle of heat from his balls through his spine. Sweat popped onto his forehead as he started thrusting at a slow, deliberate pace.
His body wanted him to hurry, to pound into her and find his release. But Jared never let his body dictate his actions.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dane glance at him, questioning.
Did he want Dane to put his cock in her mouth?
No, he didn’t.
He shook his head once, just enough of a motion that Dane got the hint. He could play but she was Jared’s. For now.
Dane’s eyebrows quirked up in surprise, then he released Belle’s breast for just a second to grin at him. Dane would want to know why later and Jared didn’t know if he’d be able to explain.
He only knew he wanted her to feel only his cock, to know only his taste. Dane was only there to add to the pleasure. Not benefit from it. Dane could find his own woman later.
Just not his Belle.
He thrust harder and faster, sweat gathering at the base of his spine and coating his skin with a fine sheen.
Still staring at him, Belle sighed on each exhale, the sound both tortured and filled with bliss. He had the caveman urge to make her scream his name as she flooded his cock with her juices.
She shuddered, her body clenching around him tight as a fist. Heat radiated from her, soaking into his skin until he felt like he stood under a heat lamp.
He barely noticed Dane. He only had eyes for Belle.
And she looked transported. Her eyes glittered brilliantly through her slitted lids, just barely enough for him to see. One hand left her hip to smooth over her belly and down to her mound. His thumb brushed against her clit, once, twice, then pressed the hard little nub until she squirmed, causing his cock to twitch.
His release imminent, he rubbed her clit harder and thrust faster, watching her face.
She was trying to hold on; he saw it in the lines of her face. He wanted to rip her control away. He pumped faster and a little harder, watched her gasp as the base of his cock hit her clit on each inward thrust.
Almost there.
“Come on, baby. Let go.”
She bit her bottom lip, drawing it into her mouth for several seconds before letting it ease out, glistening with moisture.
The sight sealed his fate.
His cock twitched and he felt his release explode through him. Hot cum spewed into the condom and, at that moment, he hated being confined. Then she cried out, wiping his mind of everything but the sight of her face as she came.
Her eyes closed then and her back arched, pushing her mound hard against his groin. Her sex squeezed him, milking him, and he stood there, knees locked against the quiver in his legs, watching her and letting pure ecstasy pour through his veins.
His eyes must have closed because when he opened them, he noticed Dane had gone and Belle was staring at him.
Her tight pussy still held his dick, her breasts quivered with each breath, and her smile nearly blew his mind. Again.
“Belle. Are you okay?”
He realized he was holding his breath and forced himself to relax as he withdrew.
Moist towels were stashed throughout the room, including the desk drawer. He should clean up. He didn’t want to move but he forced himself to do exactly what he would have done if this had been any other woman.
He reached for the drawer and cleaned himself off discreetly. He did the same for her as she lay there, watching him with those bright green eyes.
Then she smiled and he swore his heart actually tripped over in his chest. “I’m fine.”
Giving her his hand, he helped her back up to a seated position, smoothing her skirt down over her thighs and adjusting the top, the pin glinted in the light. He had the almost overwhelming urge to hustle her out of here, take her to his room and keep her there, locked away all night. All to himself.
But he didn’t know that she’d appreciate that. She looked excited, ready to have fun. And that had been the whole point in inviting her.
Fun.
Her gaze darted over his shoulder and he heard the hum of a soft conversation behind him. Others had arrived and he hadn’t noticed.
“Do you want a drink?” he asked. “Champagne?”
Her gaze flicked back to his and her smile curved again. “I’d love some.”
He held out his hand. “Then come with me and I’ll show you around. We got distracted. I didn’t get to show you my collections.”