Brooke, Leah - Panthers' Prey [Black Panthers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (14 page)

The low timbre of his tone almost made her come on the spot. Her clit throbbed at his erotic threat as though he’d already touched her there. She could clearly imagine that same tone as he reached for her in the dark, the husky need it in vibrating deliciously over her skin.

Lifting her, he turned and placed her on the desk, shoving everything aside to make a place for her.

He ripped open her jeans, making short work of stripping them and her panties down to her ankles.

“James!” Being exposed turned her on even more, especially at a time and in a place she hadn’t expected it. Even though she knew no one could see them, seeing and hearing people just on the other side of the glass mirror added a level of danger that excited her.

Not wanting them to hear her cries, she bit her lip at the look on James’s face, a look that said he wouldn’t be denied. That determination combined with the look of tender affection in his eyes proved to be irresistible. Her heart melted at the slight smile he gave her as he adjusted her to his liking.

He ran his hands over her thighs, squeezing slightly as though testing the feel of her.

“Soft and firm, with a little tremble that tells me that I’ve managed to shake you up a little. Let’s see if I can shake you even more.”

Arching in invitation, she tried to smile, but didn’t quite manage it when he ran a hand down her abdomen to her mound and tugged the curls there.

“Do your worst.”

With a slow smile, James slid his hands higher and tugged both of her nipples simultaneously, grinning when she cried out and arched higher to relieve the sharp pull.

“This isn’t the time or place for my
worst,
honey, but I’ll do my best to hold your attention.”

Her clit felt as if it might explode as he emitted another of those sexy-as-hell growls, her excitement and touch of fear at his almost animalistic hunger driving her own need even higher. She cried out at the ease with which he lifted her legs high and wide and buried his face between them. His wide shoulders kept them spread, her ankles effectively tied together by the material bunched around them.

“Consider this a little down payment on what I’m going to do to you as soon as I get the chance.” Parting her folds, he lowered his head, his hands tightening on her hips to hold her when she squirmed.

The feel of his hot tongue on her clit nearly sent her through the ceiling.

The friction of the rapid series of flicks of his tongue over the delicate flesh proved to be so intense, she froze for several breathtaking seconds as her body and mind struggled to absorb the sensation. The sharp pleasure hit her fast and hard, so extreme that she’d already started coming before she could get over her shock enough to move.

The pressure exploded, washing over her in wave after wave of sizzling heat that burst from her clit outward, showering her in sparks that seemed to touch her everywhere. She thrashed on her desk, grabbing handfuls of his hair in an attempt to hold on to something solid as her body arched, tightening so much that it made her movements jerky and uncoordinated.

Her orgasm went on and on, the low growls coming from him adding to the incredible excitement. She shuddered beneath him, her cries becoming desperate whimpers when he showed no signs of slowing.

He seemed determined to lick every drop of her juices from her, even as each flick of his tongue created more.

Through it all, those low growls hummed through her, adding an excitement all their own. Overcome by his own obvious pleasure in her, she closed her eyes, surprised at the sharp tug to her emotions.

The ensuing vulnerability hit her hard.

His tongue stabbed repeatedly into her pussy, stroking her inner walls and setting off another string of sizzling jolts that made her pussy and bottom clench. The awareness in both openings never failed to disarm her, the incredible naughtiness of it something she’d only experienced with Marc and James.

He licked her clit again, the shock to the too-sensitive bundle of nerves making her jump so hard she would have fallen off the desk if not for his hold.

“James, oh God. I can’t take any more. Take me. Come here, damn you.” She fought to sit up, hoping that while he took his pleasure, she would lose the alarming defenseless feeling, but he merely lifted her hips higher, holding her thighs in an iron grip and refusing to let her up.

Lifting his head slightly, he slid two fingers into her pussy. “I want more. Come again.”

The deep dominance in his tone had her pussy clenching as a series of mini orgasms rippled through her.

Alarmed at her own response, she pushed at him, shaken by such intensity during sex.

His seemingly endless hunger for her stirred up her own, and even before the last shimmers of her orgasm had the chance to fade away, she found herself climbing again.

She didn’t know herself like this. She had no idea pleasure could be so all consuming. It scared her on several levels that he and Marc both seemed to be able to release something inside her she never even knew existed.

Her clit pulsed beneath his tongue, her skin tingling everywhere his hands and mouth touched, the electric sizzling making it impossible to concentrate on any one sensation.

Heat filled her, surrounded her, his magical tongue and lips in constant motion as though he wanted to get every single drop of her juices, while his attention there kept her body constantly giving him more.

The growling sound rumbling from him provided a delicious vibration against her clit that nearly sent her through the roof.

The effect proved to be even stronger than her vibrator, sending her soaring into orbit. Tugging his hair, she cried out in alarm when her vision blurred.

“James. Take me. James. I mean it. Fuck me, damn you!”

Her sharp tug to his hair seemed to bring him back to the present. Shaking his head, he groaned, staring down at her, his lips shiny with her juices.

“Fuck, Bailey. I can’t stop. I want to eat you alive. I can’t get enough. I need more.”

Lifting her from the desk, he sat in her office chair and pulled her down to straddle him, her feet tucked immobile behind his back, leaving her wide open.

His ragged breathing and the barely restrained tension in his tone made her feel only marginally better. “I should have known that once I touched you, I was finished. God, Bailey.”

The desperation in his voice got to her, as did the combination of her own need and the cock pressing against her slit.

Not about to be denied, and practically naked, she pressed herself against him, fisting her hands in his hair.

“Don’t you dare think about walking away from me now!”

James cupped her face, his eyes going dark and mysterious, holding hers.

“Something tells me that’s something you’re never going to have to worry about.”

Every part of her body became hypersensitive, the need inside her growing like never before, a hunger that demanded to be satisfied. Her arousal had grown to the point that tears stung her eyes, her body so desperate for his possession that she would have fucked him in the middle of the crowded bar to get relief. Needing to feel his naked flesh against hers, she started ripping at his shirt, popping buttons in her haste to get near him.

She’d never felt so primitive before, so wild and hungry for physical pleasure. She rocked her hips, unable to stay still.

Her insides clenched, her body so tight and hot it made her weak and clumsy. She rubbed herself against him, unashamed of her hunger.

“Damn it, James. You’d better fuck me. Oh, hell. Please tell me you have a condom.”

His lips moved over hers, his hands digging into her bottom cheeks and pulling her slit against his cock as he lifted her to the hard surface of the desk again.

“I was coming to see you. Of course I have condoms.”

His hands moved over her, caressing and squeezing, his mouth hungry on hers. “Christ, I want you. Wait.” He straightened, groaning when she clung to him and followed. “Wait, honey. Damn it, Bailey, be still a minute so I can get it out of my pocket. Fuck. My cock’s going to explode. God, you feel good. When I get inside you, I’m never fucking leaving.”

Bailey went still when he produced a condom and reached for the fastening of his jeans. Her pussy clenched, releasing even more moisture to coat her thighs. It amazed her how close she was to coming again, the first warning tingles making her clit pulse and swell even more.

“James, hurry! I need to come again. How the fuck did you do this to me?”

The door to her office opened, startling a cry from her. Seeing it was Marc sent a thrill through her she didn’t have time to assimilate. Her pulse leapt and desire exploded.

To her further surprise, James made no attempt to cover her, caressing her in front of Marc even as he looked up.

“You joining us?”

Oh, God. Yes!

Marc took a deep breath, a storm brewing in his eyes, one that she wanted to meet head-on.

“I didn’t think you’d heard it. Take her upstairs. There’s trouble.”

That got her attention.

Bailey fought her way out of James’s arms, having to pull off one of her pant legs in order to stand. Cursing, she ran to the other side of the desk, almost tripping on her pants, and looked through the two-way, furious to see that those troublemakers had come back to her bar.

Her limbs still trembled, and although she would never have admitted it, she was thankful for James’s support as he came up behind her and tugged her shirt and bra back in place before wrapping his arms around her.

“Sons of bitches. I’ll show them. They think they can come in my bar and cause trouble. Let’s see how much trouble they’re going to cause when they’re on the receiving end of my bat!” Trying unsuccessfully to pull her arm from James’s grasp, she tried to kick him, but only ended up tangling her pant legs together. More kicking sent her panties and jeans flying, leaving her naked from the waist down.

“Let go of me, damn it. I’ve got to get out there.”

Marc’s eyes darkened to midnight, his face going hard. His gaze lowered, lingering on her mound, making it nearly impossible to stand still.

“You go out in the bar like that, sweetheart, and James and I will have to start killing people. Go upstairs.”

Blinking at his arrogance, Bailey put her hands on her hips, trying to look as intimidating as possible while naked from the waist down.

“Go fuck yourself.”

His smile fell, one dark brow going up. “Now. Don’t push me on this.” He turned and left, the quiet click of the door behind him more threatening than a slam would have been.

That formidable control turned her on in ways she didn’t want to consider, and she stared in stunned disbelief at the closed door before turning back to James, trying to come to grips with the arousal still humming through her even now.

Straightening, she cleared her throat before attempting to untangle the mess she’d made of her jeans.

“I’ve had about enough of your friend’s arrogance.”

James appeared distracted, keeping an eye on the bar while keeping her steady by holding on to her shoulders.

“Come on. Let’s get you upstairs.”

It took some fumbling, but she finally managed to get dressed again, her hands trembling due to arousal and anger making her clumsy.

She couldn’t believe those assholes had come back. The ringleader’s uncle owned the only other bar in town, and they resented the competition. She’d known before she bought the place that it was the reason the other owner sold to her, but the price had been right and she’d been determined not to let them intimidate her.