A Gentleman in the Street (28 page)

She didn’t look to see whether Remy obeyed. Who wouldn’t obey that sharp bite of command?

She knew people were watching her, and that only drove her arousal higher. Fuck yeah. She should be the center of attention.

“I want you to ride him,” Jacob instructed her.

Her breath caught. “What about you?”

His smile was sinful. “I’ll be inside you too.”

Weak, she turned and clambered on top of Remy, not concerned that her movements lacked grace. His cock was already encased in a rubber, ready for her. She straddled his hips, his face tightening when she sank down. He didn’t move, well accustomed to the mechanics of a three-way, but pulled her tight to his chest.

Akira rested her forehead against Remy’s collarbone and inhaled the scent of his expensive cologne. Foil crinkled. Remy slid his hands down her spine and opened her ass cheeks, and lube trickled between them. She hid her face in Remy’s neck, relaxing as Jacob worked his thick dick inside her ass.

A whimper escaped her as he seated himself deep, until he could lay over her, his sweaty chest plastered against her back. “Good?” he rasped.

“Yes. Dear God, yes.”

“I’ve never done this before.” His confession was for her ears alone, wondering and hot. “How have I never done this before?”

Good. Possessiveness roared through her. She wanted as many firsts as she could take from him. “Do you like it?”

“Like isn’t a strong enough word.” His hips pulsed, as if he were unable to hold still. “Are you full yet?”

She moaned when he ground a little deeper. “My mouth’s empty.”

He gave a wheezing laugh against her shoulder at her plaintive tone. “So fill it.”

Ty’s cock was right there, bobbing next to her face. She turned her head, and he eagerly stepped forward, holding himself steady so she could swallow him.

Now she was filled. Completely surrounded by pleasure and thickness and desire.

Jacob and Remy started to move, their motions so in sync, they could have been doing this for years. The pleasure of them filling her overwhelmed her so much that she had to break away from Ty’s cock, unable to maintain coordination. The man fisted his erection and jacked it, her saliva making the surface slippery. With his other hand, he pushed back the hair that had fallen into her face, stroking her cheek.

Love. Trust.

Acceptance?

No. She stiffened.

Jacob mistook her, halting, Remy following his lead. “Problem?” Jacob wheezed.

“No.” There was no problem. No problem at all. This was easy, and simple, and basic.

His hips resumed their motion. He used his grasp on her hair to jerk her head back, her neck arching. “You like this?”

The bite of pain made her pussy clench. Dear God. He was a natural. “Yes.”

“Say it louder.”

“Yes!”

“You like being stuffed with cock.”

She whimpered as both men powered deep, their cocks hitting all the right spots. “Yes.”

“Akira…” There was a depth of meaning in her name. He leaned in, until he could whisper in her ear. “I can feel him against me.”

The words were all she needed to explode, her pussy tightening and releasing in hard contractions. Remy stiffened underneath her, his hands going to her hips and grinding her down as he ejaculated.

Jacob withdrew from her gently, but her fingers still curled when he slipped out of that muscular ring. In marked contrast to his gentleness, his fingers were rough and hard when they wrapped around her arms.

She was so boneless, it was an easy matter for him to pull her off Remy and turn her around to face him. His jaw was set, eyes intense.

He tugged his condom off and gripped his cock, shiny streams of precome weeping from the slit at the tip. He pumped his erection, eyes at half-mast. “Where do you want it on you?” he asked, his deep, gravelly voice unrecognizable.

A no-brainer, when his eyes were tracking certain parts of her body like there were bull’s-eyes on them. “Tits.”

His face tightened, jaw flexing. One jerk, two, and he granted her wish, his streams of come dripping over her breasts and down her belly. White teeth flashed as he bit his lip to hold back his shout.

He sat back, his muscular chest rising and falling. The sharp bite of passion in his gaze had been replaced by hazy satisfaction, his face relaxed and open. His palm settled on her waist, and he tugged her closer to him, so he could run his fingers through the mess he’d left on her chest. He swirled his come around before grasping her breast, roughly massaging it into her skin.

The cries and ecstatic sighs of their audience filled the room. Ty contributed to the din, probably because Remy had recovered enough to tend to him. Akira didn’t look. She was too busy staring at Jacob.

“You didn’t need to be quiet. When you came, I mean,” she finally spoke, uttering the first thing in her head. She hadn’t thought much of it in the moment, but he had restrained himself when she and Jessie had gone down on him as well.

He hadn’t muffled himself when she’d gotten him off in his sensible Toyota last night, though. She’d heard every noise he made as his semen filled her mouth, from his muttered dirty curses and directives to his manly sighs and groans and grunts.

He bent his head to her breast and licked the tip that he’d just come on. She shivered. “Yeah I did. That’s personal.”

“More personal than fucking me in front of an audience?”

A vertical line appeared between his eyebrows. “Yeah. Weirdly, yeah.” Two fingers tilted her head up, so she could look him in the eyes. “Do you want that? To hear me?”

Now that she had considered it, yes. She wanted it more than anything. Her nod was perhaps too enthusiastic, which prompted a smirk she’d never seen him wear.

“Then let’s get out of here. Take me up to your place.”

The party was in full swing downstairs. They should be staying and availing themselves of all the skin and flesh they could handle, gorging themselves on every hedonistic delight.

Instead, Akira was climbing the stairs to the third floor, which housed her personal suite of rooms, with Jacob trailing behind her, the silence between them heavy with sensuality. Because he wanted her alone.

Pleasure was meant to be shared, but she couldn’t deny when he’d uttered those words her first reaction had been…yes. Absolutely. Please.

She shivered when his fingers curled around her hip, the touch steadying her. She was aware this action, taking him upstairs, meant she had succumbed entirely, her resistance and good sense crumbling in the face of short-term gratification.

Her impulsive nature wouldn’t allow her to do anything else. That voice in her brain was whispering words of false comfort, that she’d be okay, that this was just for one night, that she’d be able to work him out of her system by tomorrow.

That voice was a liar. Yet she clung to it like a monkey.

They entered her bedroom, and she turned on the lights, suddenly nervous. Observant as always, his sharp eyes missed nothing, taking in the sparse furnishings and decor. Her living space wasn’t fussy or opulent like the rest of the home, a conscious decision made to satisfy her various moods. Her bed was a well-made but functional king-sized four-poster, flanked by matching nightstands. Bookcases lined two of the walls, filled with her favorite titles, the ones she didn’t want to bother going downstairs to hunt when she was sleepy. The only indulgence was the silk pillows and sheets. She did like the kiss of the cool fabric when she was in bed.

This wasn’t something she’d share with him, but no other person had climbed into that bed with her. Not that she hadn’t invited lovers into her home. They’d remained downstairs. Where they belonged.

Jacob took it all in in a single glance, and his gaze came back to her. She expected him to say something about the room, but he had other things on his mind. He dropped his jacket and shirt on the floor, and his hands went to work on the fastenings of his hastily donned pants.

“I want a shower,” he said, his voice rough.

“Bathroom’s right over…here.” Her breath hitched when his pants hit the floor. She hadn’t had a chance, as of yet, to fully appreciate his cock. It was thick and large, rising out of a nest of dark brown curls, each vein making her eager to follow those trails with her mouth.

She wanted to devour him whole, worship him with her body.

His mouth curled, as if he could read her mind. “You need a shower too,” he crooned.

An uninhibited Jacob was a potent Jacob.
Her body grew wet anew at his heavy-lidded gaze sweeping over her loosely tied dress. “You think I’m dirty?”

“I know you’re dirty. I want you in the shower so I can make you filthy.”

Don’t mind her. That was just her knees going weak.

He gestured for her to turn around. It only took a couple of tugs for the dress to fall to the floor. He held her elbow in an oddly protective gesture. “The shoes too.”

She obeyed, stepping out of her high heels.

His thumb caressed her palm as he led her to the bathroom, courteously allowing her to pass before he entered. Her bathroom was the largest in the house, but it suddenly felt too small when he came inside and closed the door behind him.

“Into the shower,” he directed softly.

Dumbly, she obeyed, shivering from the quiet command in his voice. She had known he would be wonderful at growling out orders. Her fantasies hadn’t been able to comprehend how good he would be.

He stepped in behind her and turned both showerheads on. He winced at the initial coldness of the water, but didn’t move away. Only a few frigid droplets landed on her skin. He was shielding her with his body.

Too good for you.

The night. That was all she wanted.

It’s all you need,
came that sly voice in her head. Was this what addicts heard when they were staring at temptation?

Jacob didn’t have to stretch far to adjust the showerheads, and hot water hit her front and her back. He grabbed the bar of soap from the shelf and brought it to his nose. “Is this what makes you smell so good?”

“Maybe. I don’t know what I smell like.”

“It’s close, but…” A frown crossed his face, and he lathered up the soap, running his hands over her breasts and belly and back. As the water sluiced the suds off, he leaned down and buried his nose in her neck, not budging when she gave an uncharacteristic giggle and shoved at him.

He inhaled deeply before straightening, his hands tracing a lazy pattern over her stomach. “Ah. Yeah, that’s it. It’s the soap and…you.”

His fingers traveled lower to delve between her thighs. She flinched, and his touch instantly gentled.

“Sore?” he questioned.

“In the best possible way.”

He gave her that cute, lopsided smile and continued, his hands running over her skin quickly and methodically. When she was sparkling clean, she took the bar of soap from him, using it on his front first.

Like him, she was efficient and brisk, though he gasped when she ran her lathered hand over his cock and balls. She pushed at his side, having him turn around so she could work on his back.

Akira sank to her knees, the better to appreciate the view. “I love your ass,” she murmured, focused on her chore. These sorts of compliments could be uttered tonight.

He huffed out a laugh. “So you’ve said. Um. Thanks.”

She ran her hand over the swell of his firm buttocks. “Hasn’t anyone but me ever told you how glorious your ass is? I assure you, you were being checked out tonight.”

“No. It’s never come up in polite conversation.”

She tapped him with the flat of her palm, loving the way the tight muscle didn’t budge. He made a muffled sound but didn’t stop her.

Unable to resist, she leaned forward and bit one cheek. This time, the noise he made was louder, half aroused and half disbelieving. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Your ass is so bitable.”

She did it again, her hand smoothing over his hip to find his cock thick and hungry. She wrapped her fist around him and jacked him lazily until he was fully erect, nipping at him when he attempted to get away.

He gave a groan and pivoted. She looked up the expanse of his body, loving the massive muscles of his belly and chest. His eyes were dark as he studied her. A trickle of water ran over her cheek, and she licked it away.

He shook his head, reaching past her to turn off the shower. “Bed.”

Her hair lay wet on her back. The steam kept them warm for the moment, but that would fade. Still, she was too impatient for the short walk back to her bed. “Or here.”

Large hands grasped her arms. She wasn’t accustomed to being manhandled, but Jacob lifted her easily until her toes dangled off the tile. He touched his nose to hers. “The next time I get inside of you,” he said deliberately, “I plan on being there for a long, long time.”

She licked her lips. “Bed it is then.”

Though he had her agreement, he clearly wasn’t taking chances. She gave a shrieked laugh as he hauled her up in his arms and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t get away.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“So you say.” Wet skin slid across wet skin. He grabbed a towel from the towel rack and rubbed it over himself halfheartedly before running it over her ass. He dropped the towel on the bathroom floor as he walked out, and slipped his palm over her bottom.

“And you say my butt is spectacular.” His hand came down on her ass, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to warm. She gave a yelp that was abruptly cut off when his hand lingered, stroking the red mark he had left behind. “You like that?”

She wanted to smile but controlled it, fearful he would see it and think she was laughing at him. There was a hint of pleading in his question. He was hoping beyond hope that she liked his palm smacking her, because he clearly liked it very much.

She stretched her hands down over his back and scraped her fingernails over his ass, which clenched in reaction. “I adore it,” she purred.

The room spun around her as he tossed her on the bed, and then he was there, a couple hundred pounds of aroused male bending over her, bracketing her smaller body. “Really?”