Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Draven’s hand drifted down her spine, fingers tracing the zipper at the back of her dress. Would he take it off her? If he doesn’t do it soon, the fabric might burst into flames against my skin .
Flushed, she breathed heavily as his fingers closed around the zipper and gave a little tug. Not far enough for the dress to slip from her shoulders.
She squeezed at his pectoral muscles, egging him on. Tug . The zipper slid down further.
The moment her dress slipped down her arms to reveal her lack of a bra— thank you, B cups —Draven froze. His gaze fastened onto her bare breasts and puckered, pink nipples, as if he were a man frozen in ice who saw and felt the sun for the first time in years.
His chest shuddered from a broken inhale. Draven slowly cupped her waist and pressed his face into the crook of where her neck met her shoulder. He breathed her in, a pained expression on his face as if he grappled with his self-control not to maul her and ravish her right on the couch.
Seeming to summon droplets of control, he pulled back and stared darkly and possessively at her breasts and the tight tips reaching out for him, whining for his mouth. His tongue dabbed out to wet his lips again.
Flicking his molten gaze back to hers, he pressed his thumb to his plush bottom lip then hovered the digit a hairbreadth above her tender nipple.
His eyes shimmered with a question. He made the motion again, signing in his own way, “ Can I kiss them? ” the same way he asked to kiss her lips. He circled his palm over his chest, “ Please .”
Having a man like Draven ask if he could please suck her nipples was quite possibly the hottest experience of her life.
“ Please ,” he signed again.
Shivering, she nodded.
Draven hissed and ran his palms up and down her waist. His hands curved around her sides, slipped under her dress, and palmed her ass. He bunched up her panties as he held her firmly against him. His head leaned down, mouth hovering above her taut nipple, as he tightly gripped her ass and kneaded the flesh there.
Lust and heat rippled down her spine, blossoming low in her stomach.
His hands guided her lower body, grinding her over the bulge at his crotch just as he dipped forward and sucked her entire breast into his mouth.
She squawked, and he grinned at her. The sentiment clear: I want to swallow you up . Devour her whole. Gulping, she watched as he burrowed his face in her chest and vibrated the skin there as he groaned.
His tongue flattened and dragged over a tight nipple. The rough, smooth, wet sensation was more than she had ever felt.
He expertly swirled and circled his tongue, pebbling the tips of her breasts as they tingled. Every stroke of that merciless tongue sent her nerve endings on a fritz.
There must have been actual electrical wires connecting her nipples and clit because each time he sucked or grazed his teeth over her, she felt the same tight, all-consuming feeling between her legs.
Massaging her ass, he tilted her, changing the angle as he rotated her hips. Rapture . Her choked moan told him he moved right against her throbbing clit.
Tugging and laving and suckling at her sensitive nipples, Draven studied her the entire time with hooded eyelids. When she ground against him harder, he smirked around her breast—the sight of which had her pussy contracting and begging to be filled by the wicked, talented man.
Heart thundering, she clutched him, fingers digging into his toned back. God, could he feel how wet she was for him? Her panties were soaked. Dampening his briefs.
She kept bearing down on him, rocking and wiggling and twisting as her clit scraped over his rigid bulge. His mouth grew more insistent on her breasts, leaving scalding kisses all over her delicate skin.
Tearing his brazen lips from the tender peaks, Draven lifted her off his lap and had her stand up between his legs in front of the couch. Dazed, she whined in alarm, fearing he put a stop to this. Instead, he jerked her dress down her legs as if it offended him.
Before she had the chance to step out of it, he lifted her by the hips, leaving the fabric on the floor, and turned to position her until she sat with her back against the arm of the couch, her legs folded and spread.
His nostrils flared. His expression ignited into one of mindless need as he saw the damp spot on the center of her thin panties. Her clit pulsated with each galloping heartbeat. Panting, she bucked her hips toward him as he sat back on the couch between her legs.
He pushed his thumb to his lower lip, then he drew that same thumb down between her breasts, down her hallowing stomach, down, down, to lightly swipe over her swollen bud of nerves.
Her head fell back before she remembered he tried to ask her something.
At the loss of her attention, he began anew. The thick atmosphere of the living room was charged with sexual tension. She held her breath in anticipation as he touched his bottom lip, lightly grazed the top of her slit over her panties, and circled his palm over his chest.
“ Please ,” he signed.
The man was asking if he could “please” kiss her between the legs.
Nodding rapidly, so emphatically it might have been embarrassing, she widened her pose, spreading her legs as much as she could. Hell, she threw her left leg over the back of the couch to provide him with all the access he could ever need.
She gestured for him to please begin, her expression communicating, “ Bon appétit .”
His savage grin reminded her of a sexy villain finally getting everything he ever wanted.
Draven fought the magnetic pull of her pussy as long as he could, cherishing the sight of her splayed before him. Crawling up so he could balance on his elbows and align his face with her panties, he raked his nose up and down her slit.
She smells like pleasure . Softly, he laid a single kiss on her clit. The edges of his lips curled at her shriek.
“You want me to eat this pretty pussy, Thea?” he asked, laying another barely-there kiss over where she ached.
Whimpering, she threaded her fingers through his long, dark hair and guided him to use more force.
A guttural rumble of approval shook his chest. “What if I tell you that once I lick it, it’s mine?”
More pushing at the back of his head.
Kiss. Press. Suck. Lift . He teased her. His cock wept for her, but he took his time. Ignoring the brazen throbbing between his legs, he dragged his tongue over the center seam of her, hardly able to taste her through the thin fabric.
Okay, maybe patience was overrated.
He grabbed at the top of the panties and ripped them into two shreds of material, baring her glistening pussy to his face. Merciful God . His cock lurched under the briefs, pointing and pleading to explore her.
Her fingers yanked at his hair, and he glanced up at her angry expression. She glanced at the shredded fabric and scowled at him.
“I’ll buy you another pair,” he promised. “Better quality that won’t rip.”
She pursed her lips at him.
“You caught me. I lied. I’m only buying you edible underwear from now on. Maybe they have matching pairs for couples.” His cock twitched at the idea of her licking candy off it.
Her glare remained, but it weakened as he moved his hands up to lay on her inner thighs. Her breath caught as his thumbs separated her lower lips, spreading her and leaving her utterly vulnerable. Wet heaven.
“Fuck, baby, can I live here?” he muttered to himself as he bit his lip and examined the soaked pink flesh. “Aw, look at that little clit, all swollen and slick for me.”
His gentle fingers eased the hood back to reveal the little hypersensitive bud. “Did I just find my new favorite toy?” he purred.
He flattened his tongue and swept it over the bundle of nerves. Sick, twisted satisfaction filled his lungs as Thea’s glare melted off her beautiful, flushed face. Her mouth dropped open; the sound escaping it made a surprised “ puh ” sound.
“This is called a French kiss,” he told her, leaning in to perform a wet suction technique as he tongued her. Suck, lick, swipe, swirl . She trembled violently at his erotic talent. “Mmm, my girl likes the French.”
Bucking, she closed her eyes, but the lids fluttered back open as he blew on her clit, demanding her attention.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” He gestured for her to keep watching him. Settling back in for more of his new favorite treat, he delved his right hand under her while his left kept her spread.
Long, thick fingers pet her entrance and swirled the sweet wetness around. Gotta spread the love . His cock panged and pined, jealous, as he delved the tip of his index finger inside her.
He cursed, his own hips jerking forward on instinct as he felt her tight heat squeezing his finger. He could imagine it—that pussy wrapping around him, a vice-like grip.
Not tonight , he reminded himself. Tonight was about her.
There was also a greater chance that if he didn’t have penetrative sex with Thea, Wren might not throw him out of the band. After all, he said not to have sex with her. Loophole? What was a little tongue play and fingering between two good friends? No way Wren could get upset over that.
Draven winced when he thought of Wren’s reaction. I am going to hell. Thea’s pussy clamped around his finger, pulling him back into the moment. He dismissed his previous thought. I hear it is warm there .
“Now, let’s see if I can…there it is.” Curling his finger just right, he caressed her hidden ribbed flesh. Hello, Thea’s G-spot. Nice to formally meet you .
She threw her head back and weakly wailed as he licked and suckled her clit while fingering her. The sounds of her wetness grew louder under his manipulations. How soaked can I get this girl ? He wanted to know. He wanted to know her body better than anyone else in the world.
He sped up his mouth and fingers, pushing her toward orgasm because he had to see it. He had to. He had to watch ecstasy break across her face, watch her cheeks and breasts turn pink, and hear the sounds she made.
“Give it to me,” he demanded as he fingered her with a precision and speed that had her body quivering so bad, it vibrated the damn couch. “I want it,” he whispered between leisurely laves and desperate sucks on her swollen clit. “Give it to me. Be a good girl, and come on my tongue.”
She gave him everything.
She came with a broken, husky scream. Her eyes rolled back as her body tightened and spasmed with release. He lapped her up like a cat with cream.
Don’t fuck her; don’t fuck her , he chanted in his head as she arched her back and thrust those pretty hips against his hand, riding out her orgasm.
His dick ached so painfully now that he knew he needed to either jerk off or cut that damn appendage from his body. When she calmed, laying back on the couch with her legs stretched, her panting slowed to semi-fast breathing.
Easing the fingers from her, he watched her entrance shine and practically beg for more.
Leave right now, or you won’t be able to resist her .
Jolting away, he rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door.