Chapter 33 #2
My chest squeezed, and I sucked in a pained breath. I looked up at his dark lashes, which brushed against his cheek. There was a twinkle in them.
"You're not suggesting…" I trailed off.
"We were interrupted earlier, and I had to watch them get you off."
Jealous Beck was rearing his head again.
"I nearly passed out, Beck. I'm not sucking your dick."
Beck grabbed my hand and dragged me outside. I snatched it back and crossed my arms over my chest with a flare of heat.
"I'll help if you let me put my face between those gorgeous thighs right fucking now." Beck licked his lips.
A surprised exhale escaped me, and I muffled an incredulous laugh against my hands.
"Where would you do that?" I let him pull me along. A trickle of uncertainty faltered my steps as Beck walked toward Ray's car. "Beck, no. Beck."
"Those are my terms, Little Liar." Beck's jaw clenched. "They got an orgasm, so now I need one. Let me eat you out in front of them, and I'll make those pesky little cameras disappear and whatever else we need to clean up your loose ends."
I blew out a breath and rolled my eyes. A squiggle of disbelief wove its way through my stomach. He could have asked me for anything, but all he wanted was my pleasure.
"Fine. I need to ask Ray a question first."
I opened the door and slid into the back, while Beck took the other side.
"Are you alright?" Jonah asked, turning back to inspect me.
"We can take him out, volpe mia, just say the word."
"You could try," Beck was smug, like he could tell he'd already won.
Heat replaced the trembles in my body. How quickly I'd gotten used to being shared and watched. A sinister part of me echoed the desire.
Distract their suspicions with your body.
I shook it off and asked Ray. "How dark is the tint on this car? Can anyone see in?"
Beck laughed as Ray winked. "Who do you think I am? It's illegal, of course. Why do you—oh."
A jolt of heat rammed down my spine as I shimmied out of my shorts and underwear. Ray's mouth dropped open for a second before his entire face lit up with excitement. Jonah made a low noise in his throat as his heated gaze dropped to my pussy.
"This is not for you," Beck snapped as he maneuvered himself between my legs. "Move your seat forward."
"I can't see." Ray let out a dismayed noise, before the car shuddered as he crawled over the console and slid into Jonah's lap. The big man stiffened.
"What? You've got a better view." Ray shrugged, patting Jonah's shoulder.
Beck kissed my thigh, once with lips and once with teeth. "Keep your eyes on me, Little Liar."
He said the nickname with more bite, and my skin stung as he sucked it into his mouth to leave a hickey. It was absurd. It was dangerous. But adrenaline tasted sweet on my tongue, just like I did on Beck's. He nuzzled my wet folds with a muffled moan.
Even his fingers were possessive as they wrenched apart my thighs. This wasn't tender lovemaking. Like the mark on my thigh, it was a bold claim. Beck wanted the other men to watch, not for enjoyment, but to prove I belonged to him.
He slipped two fingers inside while staring up at me. "You can take more, can't you?"
I nodded, and he filled me with another.
The sensual stretch made my breath short, and when he ducked his lips to dance around my clit, I sighed.
Still sensitive from my orgasm earlier, but Beck didn't go straight to it.
He swirled his tongue in long, painterly strokes and curled his fingers inside me.
The sensations in the elevator overwhelmed me.
The crush of panic, how my throat dried and shrank.
Beck's tongue wrenched me back from a bitter edge.
He crushed his shoulders against my thighs, and the noises he made were obscene.
His entire face pressed against my dripping pussy, and his frequent moans vibrated my flesh.
"Lift your top up. Play with those pretty nipples," Ray urged, breathless.
His hand strayed to the bulge in his lap. Jonah clenched his jaw, and color crept up the thick column of his neck. I lifted the shirt, but Beck's hand landed on top. He gulped a heaving breath and leveled Ray with a sharp glare, chin glistening.
"This is my time," he snapped.
I let out a whimper as the glow he built faded, and Beck whipped his head back.
"You want my tongue, Little Liar?"
"Don't be a goddamn tease." Now it was my turn to snap.
Beck released my hand and winked at me. It was dark with desire.
"Play with yourself. Not because of them, but because I want it."
I lifted my shirt and cupped my breasts as his mouth swallowed my clit and sucked. I gasped and bucked against his face. He was determined to break me, and I would let him. Cramped in the car's back seat, Beck unraveled me until I panted out his name.
"Beck," I cried.
"That's hot," Ray whispered to Jonah, who managed a strangled groan.
Beck circled my clit and pumped his fingers until I writhed underneath him.
I wanted him to take me to the edge. Throw me to the other side, where none of my problems could follow me.
He obeyed my silent command. For his own selfish reasons.
But as his dark head moved between my legs, I wanted this for the rest of my life.
Beck. Pleasure. Ray and Jonah.
My skin was feverish, and Beck inserted another finger, four now.
God, what if he put his entire hand inside me?
My lungs stuttered, and with one final lave of his tongue, I collapsed.
The release stiffened my muscles, and I clamped my legs around his head.
Like I might keep him there and pause the dangerous reality that waited outside.
"There, now we're even." Beck licked the shine of my release from his lips.
"Yeah, you really showed us," Ray joked, climbing back over to the driver's seat. "There is no one else I would let sully my car like that except you, volpe mia. Now let's go. I'm taking you home."