There was no way in hell he and Avi would get out of this room without giving them something to appease their debauched little hearts.
Avi’s nervous trembling clued him in that she’d come to the same conclusion.
Ah hell. No matter how much he longed it to be otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to go through with it. Not how he wanted anyway, with his tongue buried inside her pussy and her clit pulsing beneath his stroking finger.
They were going to have to fake this.
He kissed her again. Caressing her temple, he locked her into his gaze. Trust me? he mouthed.
She nodded, her unconditional belief in him ripping him inside out. He reclaimed her lips with a ferocious craving that was far from counterfeit. When it came to his encompassing passion for her, he required no acting.
Getting into her role, Avi unclipped his leash, and hooking her finger through the loop on his collar, urged him up from his knees. She directed him to sit on the chaise. Inching her skirt up slightly, she straddled his lap. Her hands roved his chest, reducing his nerve endings to a quivering mass of sensation in her wake. She played with his nipples, the gentle rake of her nails prodding his groan and an insistent surge of his cock behind his fly. Her eyes devilish, she lightly pinched him between her fingers. “I think we should get these pierced.”
Over my dead body. Shuddering, he leaned in for another kiss. She held him off with a stern look and a finger pressed to his lips. “More topping from the bottom? I trained you better than that.”
Her assertive tone and temptress eyes were playing havoc with his equilibrium. Even while he battled the compulsion to toss her onto her back and show her who was boss, he was swamped with an equally intense impulse to sink into the cushions and let her have her wicked way with him as she’d done at Lover’s Knot. Thank gods she didn’t have a peacockian feather handy. He’d never survive it.
She snared his bottom lip with her teeth. Excitement and lust tripped through his veins. Her hand crawled down his belly and freed the snap on his pants. The leather submitted to her demands, and a moment later he was enveloped by the heat of her questing hand. He was too past the brink of control to give a rat’s ass that the entire room was ogling his cock. The only thing occupying his attention was the brain-frying, exploratory glide of her fingers along his shaft. She teased him with a corkscrewing motion that swirled from his base all the way up to his swollen gland.
Her tongue delving inside his mouth, she gave a whimpery moan. The need to touch her overwhelming all other thought, he grazed his fingers over the smooth skin he encountered just shy of her skirt hem. Venturing upward, he cupped her hips and hiked her closer. She settled on his aching cock with a gasp. The wet heat of her pussy tantalized him through the silk of her panties. A tiny adjustment of the damp garment and he could push deep inside the heaven he most longed for.
He stayed exactly where he was. Breath tight in his lungs, he clenched his fingers on her waist, knuckles cramping. A sliver of warning embedded beneath his skin. He’d pleaded with her to trust him, but here he was, his willpower at her mercy. If there ever was a time she held supreme control over him, it was now. Her virginity was a fragile, beckoning barrier easily sundered if she chose to rid herself of it once and for all. No force in existence would give him the strength to deny her.
Heart pounding, he waited for her next move. She gyrated her hips, her silken glide along his throbbing organ bleeding every thought from his brain. From the corner of his eye, he caught the blurred faces raptly taking in his and Avi’s world-class performance. Not a damn one of them mattered as he matched her swivel for swivel. Tangling his hands in her hair, he pulled her in for a soul-deep kiss.
Somewhere beyond the hypnotic spell Avi had enslaved him with, another sensation intruded. Voluptuous sensuality that held a sweeter edge than the raw, quick, lightning lust he was used to. It was like nothing he could have imagined. A rich complexity that flowed through him like decadent chocolate, dense and oh so intoxicating.
He didn’t know how it was possible—but he was immersed in Avi. Drenched in her pleasure.
His magic, as she’d claimed last night? It made no sense, but there was no other explanation for what he was experiencing. He nuzzled her neck, his senses swimming in her. She was an exquisite decadence he’d savor to the final drop. He sucked the sensitive spot on the side of her neck, and she arched in his arms. The pleasure crested within him like a relentless wave set to crash. He thrust faster against her softness, each satiny caress along his engorged flesh spiking his pleasure to the red-hot zone.
The impact of her orgasm sheared through him, a dizzying blaze of color and light. He rode the insane swell, chasing the tail end with his own mind-obliterating climax. Hit with that double whammy, all he could do was clutch Avi to him, his solitary lifeline in the crazy haze of pure sensation.
Chapter Nineteen
Somewhere during her free fall back to earth, Avily detected the sound of clapping. Struggling to catch her breath, she gasped and shuddered against Jerrick. She blinked, her vision taking forever to focus.
“Bravo!” the dark-haired Dom across from her commended with a grin. “I must confess, if I weren’t set in my ways, I’d gladly wear your collar, Mistress Scarlett.”
A weak growl issued from Jerrick. “If I had an ounce of energy in me, I’d kick his fucking ass,” he grumbled in a low tone meant only for her ears.
Francesca saved the potential bloodshed disaster by rising from her chair and approaching them. “You’ll be the talk of the club for days following that arousing performance.”
The mistress’s humor went a long way in easing a fraction of Avily’s embarrassment, but not all of it. Good gods. She’d had an orgasm in front of a roomful of people. And judging from the stickiness on her thigh, she wasn’t the only one.
So much for us faking it.
The thought threatening to make her giggle hysterically, she squirmed off of Jerrick’s lap. He quickly zipped himself up before stalling her with a look that warmed her to her toes. Clearing his throat, he glanced at Francesca. “Apologies if I’m speaking out of turn, but I’d like someplace private to attend to my mistress.”
“Of course.” Francesca inclined her head, indicating for them to follow.
Bemused, she allowed Jerrick to take her hand. She was relieved to note that the other occupants in the room were once again too busy with their amorous pursuits to pay her any mind.
They crossed the hall, and Francesca showed them to an opulent bathroom tiled in a multitude of tiny mirrored plates. Everywhere Avily looked, she was faced with miniature versions of her and Jerrick. He shut the door and led her to the gold-leafed basin. After wetting a cloth he’d fished from the available stack, he rucked up her skirt and gently swabbed her skin. His gaze held a wealth of concern when it again alighted on her face. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, unless you’ve got some toxic stuff in your junk that I don’t know about.”
He gaped at her, and she grinned.
Tossing the cloth into the bin, he shook his head. “I can’t believe you said that. And you call yourself a good girl.”
“I’m pretty sure that title’s been revoked after what happened in there,” she mused with a grimace.
“We damn well had no choice. They would have been suspicious if we didn’t provide them with something.”
“I know. I just hope that’s the end of the necessary awkward situations.” Her cheeks heated, and she gnawed her lip before giving a delicate cough. “Not that I didn’t enjoy the last few minutes there.”