Fever (Breathless #2)(13)

“Up on your knees and use your mouth on Jace, sweetheart. Don’t want to rush into this. I’ll take it slow and easy, get you worked up so we don’t hurt you.”

Her eyes widened and Jace’s senses went on alert. The hell he was going to let Ash run this show. They’d do this Jace’s way, even if it wasn’t what he wanted to begin with.

Jace shook his head, stopping Ash as he headed for the bed.

Then he simply turned to Bethany, kissing her sweet mouth, stroking his tongue inside. She tasted of the chocolate she’d just drank. Warm and delicious. Her breaths escaped in little gasps, bursting into his mouth. He wanted more. So much more.

“Going to work you up,” he said echoing Ash’s statement. “But going to do it my way. Want you hot and wet. And the way I’m going to make sure that happens is to lick you until you’re about ready to come.”

She shivered delicately, her entire body quivering with his words. She was so damn responsive and he liked to think she was that way just with him. He hadn’t imagined her being focused more on him. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but he was not wrong about this. Ash was there, yeah, but the connection between Jace and Bethany had been intense. No mistake there.

“Lie down and spread your legs for me,” Jace said, inserting an edge of command in his voice. She’d responded well to his authoritative voice earlier, and she did the same this time, her eyes darkening, her face going soft with submissiveness.

Forgetting about Ash—Jace didn’t even know where he was at the moment—he traveled down Bethany’s body, kissing and sucking at her neck, then her br**sts, tracing a lazy trail down her flat belly to the soft curls between her thighs.

He inhaled, savoring her musky scent of arousal. She was already wet and glistening as he parted her plush folds. Pink and perfect, tiny and as delicately rendered as the rest of her. It was like opening petals to a flower and finding dew inside. He blew gently over her clit and watched as it puckered and strained upward.

Then he swiped his tongue over the taut bud, enjoying the instant jerk of her body. He lapped gently, taking care not to be too rough with her most sensitive parts. He explored every inch of her velvety heat, sliding downward to circle her opening with his tongue and then nuzzling it with his lips.

She twitched uncontrollably beneath him, arching upward to seek more of his mouth. He glanced up, wanting to know it was him she was responding to and was satisfied to see that Ash was only now taking position at her br**sts. Ash hadn’t touched her yet. Her reaction belonged solely to Jace.

He returned his attention to her pu**y, sliding his tongue inside her, f**king her with rapid, short strokes. She went wet on his tongue, the sweet rush filling his mouth. He could do this all night. He loved the taste of her. Loved the feel of her on his tongue. Soft. Silky. Like nothing he’d ever imagined.

He knew she was inching toward release. Her body grew more taut and her breathing sped up. He glanced up again to see Ash’s mouth close around one erect nipple and for a moment he watched. He may not like Ash being with this woman, but the sight of his friend sucking Bethany’s ni**les was erotic as hell. It was a rush that never got old, watching another man pleasure the woman Jace was f**king.

“Do you like what he’s doing, Bethany?” Jace asked, his tone husky and gruff with desire. No, he didn’t want Ash here, but for the moment he could lose himself in the sheer eroticism of watching her react to having two men make love to her. “Do our mouths feel good on you, baby?”

“Y-yes,” she hissed out. “It feels so good, Jace. Nothing has ever felt better.”

Satisfaction gripped him. She may have had threesomes—kinky sex—whatever the hell she’d been into before, but those men had never given her the kind of pleasure he would. He’d make damn sure of that.

He rubbed his thumb over her clit and then placed an openmouthed kiss to her entrance, shoving his tongue roughly inside, giving her a little more edge. He wanted her close. He wanted her senseless before they took her at the same time. Hurting her was not on the agenda. He liked pain. Ash liked pain. Liked inflicting pain. With the right woman. Not that Bethany wasn’t that woman. There was a whole lot Jace ached to do with her and to her. But not tonight. Tonight was all about simple pleasure. Not the kind that accompanied the sharp, heady pain when inflicted in just the right manner.

There’d be plenty of time for that later. And there was definitely going to be a later. This wasn’t a one-night thing for him. He’d have Bethany back in his bed. Tomorrow night, in fact. But it would be with him and him alone. No Ash. No one else. Just him and Bethany, exploring the many, many ways he wanted to f**k her.

He sucked one last time at her clit and then rose up on his knees, his hands holding her knees to steady her shaking.

“Here’s how we’re going to do this, baby. Ash is going to play with your ass a little while. Ease you into this. You’re going to use your mouth on me while he plays. He’ll get inside you, make sure you can take him that way. Once we’re certain you’re with us, then you’ll get on top of me and I’ll get inside your pu**y. Then Ash will get inside your ass. You still up for this?”

Ash drew away so Jace could see her face. Her eyes were glazed with passion. Hazy, a little drugged, but burning with need.

She licked her lips and then nodded.

“The words, baby. I want the words. I have to be sure you’re with me on this.”