13. Lynx #2
I knew I was pushing my luck. That she might have been testing out what kissing me felt like, but I couldn’t stop from finding the tiny gap between her T-shirt and skirt.
I slid my hands along the bare skin of her belly, her bump giving me a second’s pause because the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her or the baby.
But it was Nyah who pushed my hand lower. Guided it straight between her legs, so I was cupping her through her underwear.
I groaned at how wet her panties already were, and I rubbed my fingers over her clit, leaning back just a little so I saw the way her eyes closed, and she rocked her hips, chasing more of the feeling.
I caught Luca’s eye over her shoulder, and the heat there was incinerating. His gaze had a touch all its own, and it joined with Nyah’s, stroking over my skin, building a flame in my blood that couldn’t be quenched without more.
I flipped her down onto the bed and reared over her, arms braced either side of her head. I waited to see fear in her eyes. She’d watched me lose control before. She had to be scared.
And yet there was nothing but lust and maybe a tiny bit of surprise in her eyes.
Part of me desperately needed to ask her what this was.
I liked Dax, and she was having his baby.
She loved him. And yet a bigger part, the part of me that lived inside, in a place I couldn’t control, knew I couldn’t give her up.
She was here, in my bed, of her own free will, and I was too selfish to question why or how.
I just kissed her until my brain shut up. Until all I could feel and see and think and smell was her.
“Fuck, I’ve waited so long to taste you,” I murmured.
She just dragged my head down again, tongue stroking on mine, hot and needy, her body yearning, lifting toward mine, seeking out friction.
I lifted one of her legs, holding her beneath her knee and creating a space for me to lay.
My lips trailed off the side of hers, and down her neck, across her collarbones and the swell of her cleavage.
I licked and kissed her there, rubbing my hand up and down her leg from ankle to thigh, my body keeping her legs widespread beneath me.
I knew where I was going.
I drew back just enough to lift her T-shirt, exposing the rounded belly I couldn’t get enough of. My palms roamed every inch of her skin, my touch featherlight but insistent, learning the curves and planes of her body. I slid down the bed enough to kiss all over her.
It was Nyah who took off her shirt, and call me a greedy fuck, but I couldn’t wait for her to get her bra off. It had no wire, it was just an elastic cropped top of some sort so it was easy enough to push up, so I could get my hands on her tits.
She moaned, dropping her head into the pillows and arching her back so her tits molded into my hands. “God, Lynx. Yes. More.”
But I needed to taste her. Could smell the sweet scent of her arousal, and it was driving me wild.
My dick tented my pants so hard I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an indent in the mattress beneath me.
I knelt between her legs and slid her skirt and panties off, leaving her naked from the waist down.
I didn’t waste a second. My head was between her thighs as soon as I had her bare. I pulled her legs up around my ears, letting her feet rest on my back.
I devoured her with the enthusiasm of a man who hadn’t gotten to do this in years, because he’d been locked up behind bars with only a fading recollection of what it felt like to have a woman’s softness wrapped around your head.
Nyah bucked her hips as I slicked my tongue through her center.
“Fuck,” I mumbled at her core. “You’re so wet, baby.”
She moaned and dove her fingers into my hair, a slight pressure on the back of my head, encouraging me to go further. Faster. Harder.
I did. I touched my open mouth to her pussy and alternated between driving my tongue into her opening and flicking it at the little bundle of nerves at the top of her slit.
I stared up her body and memorized every changing expression on her face, every noise she made, every breathy gasp that fell from her perfect lips.
Just in case this was the only time I would get to do it.
I wanted to remember every second so I could play it over and over in my head when she realized it was actually Luca she wanted to play bad girl with. Or when she walked away and raised this baby with Dax.
I didn’t fit in this equation and I knew it, but she was giving me this. I wasn’t stupid enough to say no. I couldn’t even if I had wanted to.
All I could do was watch her and the way her body reacted so damn perfectly to every place I touched.
So I saw when Luca crossed the room and put one knee on the bed. And I watched him pull her elastic bralette over her head and drop it on the floor.
“Luca,” she moaned.
And fuck, my dick kicked so damn hard. Maybe I should have been jealous she was moaning his name, but it was impossible to be when her legs were around my head and it was my tongue that had her writhing, on the brink of an orgasm I could practically taste in the way her pussy flooded my mouth with fresh waves of arousal.
Luca looked at me, and when I didn’t complain, he gazed down at Nyah. “You want me to touch you, princess?”
She said nothing, her eyes closed, her soft breath falling from parted lips.
Luca ran his thumb over them, then pressed it into her mouth.
Her eyes flew open, connecting their gazes.
“Suck,” he commanded.
And fuck, it shouldn’t have been hot, him bossing her around. But it was.
Her lips closed around his thumb, and when he popped it free, he dragged it down her chest, in between the swells of her tits, leaving a hot, wet trail everywhere he touched. He circled one of her breasts, edging closer and closer to her nipple with every pass until she was whimpering.
“Say you want me,” he whispered.
Defiance flashed in her eyes, and she said nothing.
I licked two fingers and thrust them up inside her, stretching her pussy around me easily because she was already so wet from my mouth.
“Oh God!”
She was loud, and after listening to Dax make her moan all night, the sounds of her cries were music to my ears. I wanted more of it. More of her moaning uncontrollably. More of her screaming my name as loud as she’d screamed Dax’s.
“Stop fucking playing with her,” I said to Luca, who was still refusing to touch her properly, even though her nipples were so taut and needy it was driving me to distraction.
He just smirked at me. “Not until she says please.”
“Please, Luca,” she moaned.
“Was that so hard?”
God, he was such a fucking prick. It pissed me off that I liked him as much as I did. I had a feeling Nyah felt the same way.
But there was no doubt Luca knew what he was doing. He lowered his head to her nipple and sucked one into his mouth.
She practically flew off the bed, with the combination of his mouth and hands working her breasts and my tongue and fingers filling her pussy.
Luca watched me, timed his movements with mine, the two of us working together to build her up until she was right on the edge.
I added a third finger, and with Luca’s lips wrapped around her nipple, and my fingers deep inside her, pressing on her G-spot, she fell over the edge.
I felt it in the pulse of her core, squeezing my fingers tight, and in the gush of arousal that coated them. She cried out my name, her heels digging into my back and her thighs like a vise around my head.
I could barely breathe, and I realized instantly I wouldn’t care if I never did again. I could happily suffocate right here, with my face buried in her pussy.
I licked and sucked and stroked her until she was a shivering, trembling mess.
Eventually, her legs fell away from my shoulders, and she lay back, floppy and sated.
Again, my brain whispered this was temporary. That I’d been given a gift tonight, one I wouldn’t get again, so I had better make the most of it.
But fuck, I wanted this woman in my bed every night.
I stared at her for the longest moment.
So long that Luca eventually said, “You going to fuck her?”
Nyah gazed up at me through hazy, well-satisfied eyes and whispered, “You can.”
But I could see how tired she was. How she’d already been given everything she needed and anything else I did now would be for me and not for her.
So I just scooped her up like she was a baby and walked her into my bathroom.
And kicked the door closed, locking Luca out.
I heard his laughter as I turned the water on to clean Nyah up and then the door close when he left my room.