Seduction

11

Jesse watched the two women carefully. He’d had a feeling, years ago, that Terrie could more than match his desires, but he’d be damned if he ever expected this.

Tally. Hell, he had suspected she was a wildcat, but he couldn’t profess any driving desire for her. He had to admit she was damned pretty, though. Just a few inches shorter than Terrie, her skin a dark contrast to Terrie’s creamy flesh. Her long black hair rippled down her back, her dark eyes glinted with amused desire.

“You owe me, boss,” she murmured as she moved along his side, her lips whispering along his ear as Terrie moved to the other. “Big time.”

A whiplash of scalding lust seared his body as Terrie’s lips feathered over his neck. The twin sensations were stronger, more powerful than he had expected. He tugged at the restraints, his fingers curling into fists with his need to touch now. Two hands stroked over his chest, his abdomen, raising his blood pressure and his arousal level past heights he would have never dreamed it could.

Both hands were soft, silky and warm. Yet Terrie’s held a heat, a gentleness he would have known anywhere. She stroked him as though her pleasure came from the touch of his skin alone. Not that Tally didn’t know how to use her hands. Damned if she didn’t. And her nails. Every muscle in his body clenched when she used them across his nipple. Shit, that shouldn’t feel so damned good.

“Terrie,” he growled her name as his gaze darkened with the spiraling pleasure.

It felt as though lips, tongues and seductive fingers were everywhere. His nipples, his chest, his abdomen. A wash of silken heat as Terrie’s lips feathered toward his, Tally’s drifting to his chest.

“Do you feel good, Jesse?” Terrie breathed against his lips, her eyes dark in the candlelight and filled with emotion.

“Kiss me, Terrie,” he growled. “Before I go insane for your taste.”

She smiled. A slow tilt of her lips that had his cock jerking in response. It was an erotic, captivating smile and had him groaning in sensual frustration. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his arm, his chest. The gold nipple ring taunted him as he glanced down, glowing against the rosy peak as she raked it across his chest.

Her lips touched his, her tongue stroked. His body bucked as Tally’s lips moved to his chest, her tongue lapping at his nipple. Dammit, that wasn’t supposed to feel that good.

But Terrie’s kiss fried his brain. He struggled against the cuffs, desperate to touch her. He needed to touch her, to run his hands over her body, to show her with his touch, with his kiss, what she meant to him.

There was no escaping the bonds. No escaping the hot ecstasy moving over his body. Terrie’s lips were silken fire on his as his head raised to get closer to the teasing kiss. Yet she was always just a breath away, licking at him, taunting him with the need for more.

Silken hands were like brush strokes of flame on his body when she finally came to him. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, her broken moan whispering around him as she took what she needed from the kiss. Deep, hungry, her tongue thrusting past his lips, tangling with his, stretching his senses on a rack of exquisite lust.

He groaned at the loss of her touch when she pulled back, his eyes opening, his gaze darkening as her teeth nipped at his jaw, then began to move lower. The scent of heated female need was like an aphrodisiac to his senses. It drifted around him, tightening his body to a flash point of sensitivity that was nearly painful.

“Feel good?” she breathed at his ear as her body began to move lower.

“You’re killing me,” he gasped, feeling Tally’s lips and tongue stroking his abdomen, her hot little hands smoothing over his thighs.

“I’m loving you,” she denied. “All of you, Jesse. Just let me love you.”

Her lips stroked down his chest, his abdomen. He groaned in mounting pleasure, his cock throbbing, jerking, as they drew slowly closer to the center of his thighs.

Terrie was like a sleek little cat moving around him, her tongue licking at his skin, her teeth scraping sensually at his flesh. His body arched as their lips moved to his thighs. Hot, blistering with sensual delight, lips and tongue tortured his flesh, coming close to his desperate erection then moving back.

He was certain they were determined to drive him mad. Then he felt soft lips moving up the inside of one thigh, a quick adventurous stroke of a tongue on the smooth flesh of his scrotum.

“Terrie.” He fought to arch closer as Terrie’s tongue joined the game, licking up the shaft of his cock, swirling around the bulbous head.

He could feel his release nearing. His scrotum tightened with it, his body becoming electrified. It was so damned close, he knew he was within seconds of coming from the sheer eroticism of the act alone.

He looked down along his body to see Terrie laying beside him, her breasts brushing his thigh as her mouth moved slowly, adoringly over his cock. The tight, heavily veined flesh glistened from her saliva, jerked from the heated lash of her tongue. Her eyes were closed, her enjoyment in his response clearly written in her expression.

Below her, stretched between his spread thighs, Tally was busy torturing, tormenting his tightened scrotum. She licked and suckled, her teeth scraping erotically, her tongue laving him with brilliant heat.

Control was a thing of the past. Jesse existed only in the pleasure, the overriding exquisite torment the two women practiced on his restrained body. He fought the chains, his body bucking, rough, guttural growls sounding from his chest as he fought for his release.

Then Terrie’s mouth tightened on him, drawing him deeper into her mouth, suckling the head of his cock with a deep, rhythmic flexing of her mouth and tongue that proved to be too much when combined with Tally’s mouthing of his scrotum below.

His hoarse shout was torn from his chest as he felt his release explode through his body. His head arched back, grinding into the mattress beneath him as his hips arched higher to Terrie’s tormenting suckling. Destructive quakes of sensation ripped through his body, his testicles, shooting his semen from the tip of his cock as though it were the first release of his life.

“Terrie. Son of a bitch!” His cry was torn from his very soul as the pleasure rocked him, shuddered through him, left him gasping in an aftermath so intense he wondered if he would ever truly recover.