Explosive (The Black Opals) (15 page)

Jayce’s gaze skimmed lower, over the thin line of curls to the juncture of her legs.
Her thighs parted just enough he glimpsed the dewy pink flesh that was swollen and ready. Against his thigh, his cock bobbed, and the fierce hunger that filled him tightened his balls. He had to taste her. Rising, he moved between her legs and dusted his mouth over the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

McTavish knelt beside the couch and pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder.
That whisper of a touch pulled a ragged whimper from her parted lips. She bent a knee, lifted her hips closer to Jayce’s mouth. He answered her quiet demand with a slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue through the wet folds of her flesh.

Alyssa moaned.
She dropped a hand to the crown of Jayce’s head and pressed his mouth more firmly against her. He let her have the instant of control, let her guide him where she wanted him. Just for a moment. Then he swirled the tip of his tongue around her engorged clitoris and ripped that control out of her hands. Her fingers loosened. She melted into the cushions, opening herself fully to the play of Jayce’s tongue.

He chanced a glance at her face.
Watched rapture steal over her expression as McTavish bent over her breast and drew her nipple into his mouth. She looped her arm around his shoulders, curled her fingers into the base of his skull.

Determined she wouldn’t become caught up in McTavish, Jayce blocked the scene by closing his own eyes and dipped his tongue into her soaked opening.

“Oh, God,” she cried softly as she bucked against his mouth. “Jayce.”

Sliding his hand beneath her flexing buttocks, he lifted her so he could possess her more deeply.
His fingers bit into those tight muscles, gripping her tight as he claimed her hard and deliberately. Her sultry flavor assaulted his senses, making it damn near impossible not to forget himself and become lost in the sound of her ragged breathing. But Christ, it was difficult to maintain emotional distance. He needed this woman like he needed air.

“Jayce.”
Breathless, she called out again, quieter now, almost like she confided some soul-deep secret.

Something cracked inside him then.
The anger and frustration gave way to unspeakable tenderness that twisted his heart painfully. He eased the harsh grip of his fingers, slowed the thrust and glide of his tongue. No matter what she said, no matter how she pushed him away, he had always loved her. And the unhesitating way she surrendered her body was a gift he refused to abuse.

He tuned McTavish out and stretched out more comfortably between Alyssa’s legs.
Slowly, he licked her. Edged his tongue in and out of her wet depths. Coaxing her to that high plateau where passion engulfed her and he could glimpse the woman he had promised forever to. Her throaty moans gave way to impassioned pleas, and her body began to move against the steady thrust of his tongue. He felt the clench of her inner muscles, drank down the sweet cream. Gradually, the hand that rested in his hair began to grip more tightly. Her hips moved more demandingly.

His body was on fire, desire blistering through his bloodstream.
His cock was painfully hard, and each undulation of her body only filled him with the agonizing yearning to feel the sweet soft flesh nestled against his mouth slip around his erection. To slide within her more deeply. To possess her completely.

As his own need became unbearable, Jayce eased his mouth away and replaced his tongue with his fingers.
His gaze latched onto her face, dimly registering the way McTavish toyed with her nipples, and Jayce watched, spellbound, as he pushed two fingers inside.

“Oh.”
The soft, gasping utterance tumbled from her lips as her pussy clenched around him. She drew in a ragged breath and held it, fighting the release that pulsed around his fingertips.

He couldn’t take it any more—the tightening of her muscles made his yearning unbearable.
Before he could stop the confession, it slid free. “I want to be inside you, Alyssa.” He pushed in again, slow, purposeful. “Here.”

“Yes,” she exhaled.
“Yes, Jayce.”

He blinked, momentarily stunned by her acceptance.
Then, her words crashed around him, threatening to send him over the edge and push him into immediate release. He glanced to the coffee table, suddenly aware of the fact he didn’t possess a condom.
Fuck.

He cast a questioning gaze on McTavish, hoping to God the man was more prepared.
With a look of regret, he picked up an open packet from somewhere beside his knees. “Bathroom,” he murmured.

Right.
Bathroom. By the time he got back, Alyssa might change her fucking mind. Son of a bitch.

With a harassed sigh, Jayce eased to his knees.

“No,” she murmured, clutching at his hand. “Don’t stop.”

“I’ll just be a minute, baby.”
He brushed a quick, chaste kiss to the top of one lean thigh and set a foot on the floor.

Alyssa’s fingers twined through his.
“Jayce.” Wide brown eyes latched onto his, full of some familiar conveyance he couldn’t fully recognize.

In the next heartbeat, understanding threatened to knock him flat on his back.
Two things collided in his head. The first, Alyssa had never liked condoms. The second, McTavish had used one the night before, and already had one donned, which led to the logical supposition it was routine. Oh, holy hell, surely he was reading too much into things.

Fuck.
He didn’t care. And the peaceful acceptance that shone in her silent gaze erased all discomfort about McTavish’s presence here. Jayce bent over Alyssa, captured her mouth in his, and drew her into his arms. Leaning back into the cushions, he took her with him, glorying in the feel of her body weighing down his.

He felt the cushions give near his feet, spread his ankles to make room for McTavish, and ignored the insignificant encounter with his fingers as Jayce glided his hands over the rounded curves of Alyssa’s ass.
Her wet folds seared heat into his cock. He nudged her higher, edged the wide thick head of himself into her slick opening. At the first clench of her muscles, his lungs locked. He pulled in a sharp breath through flared nostrils and shuddered.
Oh hell, yes. Fucking heaven.

Jayce allowed her to take him inside slowly, the grip and squeeze of her pussy pulling him deeper, inch by inch.
Ecstasy enveloped him. Combined with the heady pleasure of her eager kiss, he couldn’t think straight. Then, he was buried as far as he could go, and everything locked into place. This was where he belonged. Where he’d longed to be for ten long, fucking years. God, she felt right.

E i g h t e e n

A
lyssa trembled at the feel of Jayce’s cock pulsing deep inside her. He stretched her wider than she remembered, tight enough she could feel the unsteady beat of his heart where they connected. More perfectly than any man had ever connected with her. And the lack of any barrier between them only added to the overwhelming intensity of sensation. He had been the last man she willingly accepted without protection. Even Brice, for all their closeness, hadn’t known her this intimately.

Brice’s hand smoothed down the curve of her spine, blending with the comfortable grip of Jayce’s fingers on her ass.
His fingers dipped into the crevice between her rear cheeks, stroked the sensitive rosette there. She twisted her hips at the spike of pleasure, taking Jayce a hairsbreadth deeper. And the kiss became too much. She couldn’t breathe like this, couldn’t
think
through the haze of sensation. Desperate to ground herself, she pulled away from the intoxicating heaven of Jayce’s mouth and lifted to her hands.

Her gaze connected with his for a heartbeat.
Luminous onyx eyes filled with affection that threatened to strip away her hold on reality. How easy it would be to get lost in him all over again, to pretend nothing distanced them. Oh, it had been foolish to let him take her this way, to put herself in the position of confronting everything he made her feel.

Desperate to escape the full measure of truth in Jayce’s gaze, she bent forward and teased her teeth across the silver barbell in his nipple.
A breath hissed through his teeth. Against her rear, his fingers clenched more tightly. Delighted by his easy response, she gave in to a smile. Yes, like this, it didn’t matter what burned behind his gaze. She held the upper hand. Maintained control.

Warm, moist heat swept across the base of her tailbone.
She gasped against the sudden shock of Brice’s wicked tongue. A surge of sensation swept over her, and her elbows collapsed. She tumbled against Jayce’s chest, instinct arching her hips backward, closer to the flick of Brice’s tongue. As her thoughts threaten to spiral beyond her grasp, she snatched at them frantically. No. She couldn’t let go. Couldn’t yield completely.

Compounding her growing sense of panic, Jayce pushed her higher, until he captured one distended nipple between his lips.
The shifting of her body caused his cock to stroke her deep inside, and pleasure flooded her awareness. She rocked her hips against Jayce’s, only to encounter the searing sweep of Brice’s tongue once more as it slid through the narrow crevice between her buttocks. Fighting to rise above a firestorm of ecstasy, Alyssa whimpered.

As if Jayce instinctively understood what she craved—or perhaps what she most feared—he braced a foot on the floor and shifted their position.
The sofa gave behind her as Brice eased to the floor. His calloused hands scraped delightfully over the back of her calves, her thighs. His mouth followed, making her squirm between one blissful torment, and that of the firm hard pulls Jayce dealt to her nipple.

She trembled, knowing where Brice’s tongue would wander.
When it did, when he eased into her tight rear channel, and that devilish tongue flicked, she let out a sharp cry. Too much—it was too damned much. Jayce filling her up, his beautiful eyes dragging up intimate secrets, and the sheer pleasure of Brice’s mouth were going to crack her into pieces. Alyssa pushed against Jayce, desperate for air.

Instead, his arms came around her.
He drew her gently into his embrace, gave her the faint promise of safety in his arms. “Easy, baby,” he whispered roughly. “Don’t fight it. We won’t hurt you.”

And for a moment, she believed.
Jayce Honeycutt had never hurt her, and Brice wouldn’t push her further than she could go. She drew a long, deep breath of air, and closed her eyes, allowing her body the freedom to enjoy the pleasure these two men wove around her. She rolled her hips against the thrust of Brice’s tongue. Lifted up on Jayce’s hard cock, then eased back down to take him fully again.

When she braved looking at him again, a smile pulled across his sensual mouth.
He slid his hands down her sides, fitted them at her waist, and guided her body into motion. Slowly, he withdrew. Slower still, he possessed her again.

Behind her, Brice timed his thrusts with Jayce’s steady, easy cadence.
Delving deep when Jayce retreated, pulling back as Jayce filled her up. Just as he had last night, only now, the flick of his tongue added another layer of ecstatic torment.

Yet it wasn’t enough.
She needed more. The burn of pleasure, the frightening height she was oh so terrified to climb but craved all the same. And she missed Jayce’s words, the raw honesty of his need for her that haunted her dreams.

But those she would never hear again.
He kept them locked behind tight lips, and she sensed he would never release them with someone else involved in their love play.

As a wave of sorrow swept through her, Brice eased away.
His large palm curved around one buttock, and she felt the warmth of his body brush against the backs of her thighs. Against the tight wet flesh he’d abandoned, she felt the press of his cock.

Instinct drove her to latch onto Jayce’s gaze.
To hold onto him in whatever fashion she could as sensation splintered her apart.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Brice murmured.
“Relax against me.”

“I… can’t.”
No, she was too close, too on the edge. Jayce thrust in deeply, sparking stars behind her eyes, and she shook her head. If she let Brice possess her, what little hold she held over her world would snap in half.

“Alyssa, let go.”
The subtle command in Brice’s voice spoke of releasing far more than her arousal. She knew what he meant, but could she? Could she orgasm looking down at Jayce? Could she survive watching the ecstasy that filled his features as he came? With nothing between them?

Brice leaned into her, the wide head of his cock spreading her tight entrance as Jayce eased himself against her very core.
Heat blistered over her skin. Her body convulsed with a suffocating wave of pleasure.

“Baby,” Jayce whispered.
“Look at me.”

She couldn’t stop herself—her eyes lifted to his.
Those fathomless dark depths held her prisoner as he withdrew in one never-ending stroke and Brice pressed more deeply inside her rear. Her breath caught. Fear slid away. Sensation blanketed her, lifting her up, up, up to that high plateau that somehow didn’t seem so terrifying with Jayce beneath her, waiting to catch her as she fell.

There was no slow build up of ecstasy.
It crashed around her like a torrential rain, pelting beneath her skin until she could take no more. Alyssa let out a strangled cry and rapture stole through her. She floated. Dizzy. Numb. Lost to sensation. Dimly she heard her name tear hoarsely off Brice’s lips. Deep within her, she felt the pulse of Jayce’s cock as he spilled himself.

Then, she collapsed against his broad chest, shaking from the enormity of it all.
Limp and exhausted, she felt Brice’s warmth leave her. Heard the rustle of his clothes as he dressed. Jayce’s fingertips traced the ridge of her spine, his uneven breathing filled her ears. It filled her heart too, for in that moment, she realized she still wanted forever with this man.

Yet, forever was lost to her.
To have it meant confessing things she couldn’t bring herself to speak of. It meant reliving a nightmare that brought physical pain and more sorrow than she knew how to cope with. Worse than the nightmares was the shame. The horrific, insurmountable shame of confessing she couldn’t stop three men from brutally attacking and raping her, and causing the death of their child at the high school party Jayce had asked her not to attend.

She blocked the rise of suffocating emotion, rubbed her cheek across his chest, and let exhaustion seep into her awareness.
As she drifted off, she felt Jayce twitch beneath her. A smile drifted to her lips. They were still connected. Just like they had been the last time she fell asleep in his arms.