Protege(70)

“I bet you did.” Brys’s legs twined with hers as his chest rose above hers. His hand delved between her thighs. “Open for me.”

She gasped and Jude scowled. That request was a little too close to her trigger, the one that immediately aroused her since her first time pleasuring a man, and now Brys would be reaping the benefits of Jude’s conditioning. The other man’s arm bent, working his fingers in and out of her sex.

Lea and Ezra were f*cking across the floor like rabbits. Jude’s attention returned to his sub, her face, the draw of her features. Her lips parted as small wisps of hair sprung from her bun and clung to her dampening flesh. Goddamn Brys and his attention to detail.

“You like that, kitten? Let me see how pretty your face flushes when you come.”

Her cries collided with the sound of slapping flesh in the distance, soft but pitched as Brys’s hand moved faster. Her head tipped back as her toes pointed and suddenly she trembled, her fingernails digging into the other man’s shoulders.

Brys leaned down and Jude frowned. He tried to kiss her mouth, a specific act he’d noted was off limits in his e-mail. But Collette turned away and whispered, “I can’t.”

Damn right she f*cking couldn’t. It was in the rules Jude had sent.

Brys nodded and spread her legs wide. Part of Jude’s insides twisted so tightly it was a challenge to stand. The other man suited himself with a condom. Jude swallowed hard as she lay open for him, * glistening, eyes dilated, nipples pebbled tight. He glanced at Brys, noting his cock lacked the girth she was used to.

As the other man climbed over her, Jude’s eyes locked with hers, a thousand objections ringing in his mind. The connection was lost when her head tipped back on a gasp as Brys penetrated.

Jude turned away, a crushing weight resting on his chest, as he returned to where he’d left his drink. The room echoed with sounds of colliding flesh and gasping bodies. His hand actually shook as he refilled his glass. Forcing his motions to steady, he took a sip and gritted his teeth, turning to watch as Collette’s legs folded over the other man’s back and she took what he gave.

Breathing harshly through his nose, Jude stilled. What the hell was he doing? She had every right to enjoy this evening. They were determining her likes and dislikes, providing an experience. All he had to do was keep her safe.

So what if she was enjoying it? There was a time when he also enjoyed such play. If this was something she wanted, well, all the more reason why she would eventually belong to someone else. He didn’t want or need that sort of headache in his life.

Sharing Tiffany had been an occasional treat, which later led to things he hadn’t planned. The day she left, he vowed that should he ever find himself in a committed relationship again—unlikely—sharing would be a hard limit he’d avoid. Casual sex was fine, and borrowing Lea tonight seemed appropriate, being that he and Collette were merely working together toward a common goal. Not only did she need to test her limits as far as being shared, she needed to recognize any limits she might have about sharing a partner as well. But in reality, he loathed the feelings associated with other men touching his woman.

She’s not your woman, though, is she?

Lea screamed as Ezra pounded her into the floor and she came hard. Brys was thrusting rapidly into Collette, which, as much as Jude realized he was being too territorial, he still couldn’t bring himself to watch.

He nursed several drinks while the night unfolded. Collette, eventually, was on her hands and knees sucking Brys’s dick while Lea ate her *, Ezra then eating Lea’s. It was really a bit redundant at that point for Jude to observe, so he stayed to the shadows and let them have at each other.

Collette’s voice drew him back again and again. Every crescendo, every hum of pleasure brought an ache of jealousy, the territorial beast inside him clawing to get out. Soon enough, Brys was spraying his load across her chest, and Jude had had enough.

His face was going to crack if his jaw tightened any more. Once everyone rested a bit, the girls stood and went to freshen up. The men sighed and stretched.

“You can definitely run my numbers against hers, Ezra,” Brys said, cupping himself. Ezra chuckled.

When the women returned, Collette was laughing, a soft flush still on her cheeks. Her nipples were darker than usual and her skin seemed to glisten. The moment her eyes landed on him, she stilled, her smile fading.

She noticeably swallowed and came to him, dropping to her knees at his feet. His chest tightened when her body folded over into a child’s pose, each notch of her spine showing as she waited for him to react.

His mind rallied as he braced himself, selecting his words carefully and minding his tone. “Did you enjoy yourself, peach?”

Slowly, she lifted, her eyes large and searching. She gave nothing away as she looked at him. And then she said, “Thank you, Sir.”

He nodded, hiding his disappointment, as unrealistic as it was. “You may go thank your guests.” Slowly, she stood and walked to the others.

Ezra sat on a chair beside Brys while Lea curled up on her husband’s lap. Jude watched as Collette slowly approached. He tried to imagine her and Brys as a couple. Perhaps they did make sense. Brys was a touch older, but he wasn’t an unattractive man. It was really a question as to whether the man could fulfill Collette’s needs—first and foremost—but his mind couldn’t seem to go there.