Authors: Calista Fox
His words sparked the kind of excitement that made her
nipples tighten and her pussy throb. She’d never been so in tune to her
femininity or her sexual needs until this evening. Yet she wasn’t experienced
with any sort of seduction—be it by her effort or someone else’s—so she had to
clarify one point.
“My blood? Or…me?”
His jaw clenched and his eyes flashed with a hunger that had
nothing to do with being ravenous for food.
“
Oh
.” The word left her mouth on an exhale of breath.
He didn’t even need to answer her question with words. He’d done it perfectly
with one very heated look. Her attention returned to Jane and she asked, rather
boldly, “What do you want from me?”
“It’s not what I want
from
you,” she was quick to
say. “It’s what I want
for
you.”
Before Shana could ask what she meant, Jane leaned forward,
stretching upward and brushing her lips over Shana’s.
It hardly qualified as a kiss. It was a mere featherlight
touch that almost didn’t exist, it was so delicate. Yet it was so deliciously
perfect in every way—mostly because it delivered another unspoken answer to her
questions.
“You’re breathtaking,” Jane said, her green eyes shimmering
in the soft glow of the chandelier and embers.
Her whole life, Shana had wanted to hear those words. To
hear them and
believe
in them, to be exact. And of course, she’d always
wanted to feel someone else’s lips against hers.
While her insecurities and self-consciousness wanted to
rebuff Jane’s words and actions, the awe in Jane’s eyes and voice could not be
disputed.
The tables instantly turned. She was no longer in need of an
invitation into their world. It became quite obvious to her in that instant,
they were awaiting an invitation into hers.
She gently eased her and Jane’s clasped hands from Jane’s
chest and pressed them against the skin exposed by her one-shoulder dress.
“You’re not cold to me,” she said, knowing now that was a touch-point with
Jane. Her own insecurity and vulnerability. “In fact, it’s refreshing. Because
I’m burning up.”
The confidence Jane had so easily exuded up until fifteen or
so minutes ago returned. She smiled and said, “You’re not at all what I
expected.”
“That’s because I’ve never felt so sure of myself until this
very moment.” Her head dipped and she swept her lips over Jane’s, mimicking the
earlier gesture.
Jane let out a soft moan. “So warm,” she mused. “And supple.
Cozy. Against my cold lips, it’s like snuggling under a thick down comforter on
a crisp autumn night.”
“I want something for you too,” Shana said. “To feel the
same heat I do.”
Jane stared up at her, gratitude in her eyes, mingled with a
realization that they were kindred spirits. Shana could think of no better way
to describe it and she wanted to strengthen the bond.
She bent her head again, and this time, she kissed Jane.
Really and truly kissed her. Their lips tangled for a few moments before their
mouths opened and Shana’s tongue swept over hers. The forbidden connotation
related to kissing another woman was sexy and enticing unto itself. Thrilling
because it was something she’d never imagined doing. Something she’d never
found appealing until she’d met Jane.
But the actual feel of Jane’s cool breath mingling with her
warmth and the way Jane let her lead the kiss—despite Shana’s lack of
experience—made her even hotter. Jane had a way of following along that made it
easy for Shana to explore her mouth with her tongue, twisting it with Jane’s
before delving deep enough to make the other woman moan again.
A sense of relief accompanied the sharp prickle of desire in
her cunt. Jane’s reaction to her was enough to make her let loose of her
inhibitions, because Shana felt the sincerity of it deep in her soul.
From across the room, Shana heard Drake let out a low groan.
She pulled away from Jane and turned her head toward him, finding him pacing in
front of the fireplace.
Jane giggled, an unexpected sound. “So jealous,” she
murmured.
Shana returned her attention to Jane. “Of us?”
“Of me, specifically. For being the one you kissed.”
She slid her gaze Drake’s way again. Shana wanted to kiss
him as much as she’d craved the intimate contact with Jane—more, actually. But
she refused to lessen the significance of her romantic moment with Jane by
going to Drake.
True, he looked tormented as he watched Shana release Jane’s
hand so Jane could flatten her palm against Shana’s bare shoulder. Drake’s
jealousy was evident as he rubbed the back of his neck and continued to pace.
But Shana was riveted to her seat, her desire sparking to life at that very
moment because of Jane.
When she turned back to the other woman, she leaned forward
to kiss her once more. Though, out of the corner of her eye, Shana caught Drake
stripping off his suit jacket and that made the fire inside her roar to life.
So much had been set into motion with one invitation, one
backstage tour, one dangerous admission of an existence Shana had never
believed in until she’d witnessed Drake’s unfathomable speed and his ability to
lift her with absolutely no effort when they were downstairs. Not to mention
the chill of Jane’s skin and the mystifying gift she possessed.
Shana wasn’t sure what had been the catalyst for her own
personal liberation—all of the above, she guessed—but she was also happy to see
Drake and Jane had found an outlet of sorts themselves, by way of being able to
reveal their true identities to her.
Though, that did little to relieve the torment Drake seemed
to suffer.
But Shana was, for the moment, fixated on Jane. Particularly
the way she slowly, but noticeably, took over the kiss, turning it more
passionate as she eased toward Shana, her lithe body pressing to Shana’s, her
tongue plunging deep in an erotic way.
Shana’s eyelids fluttered closed as the kiss deepened. The
fiery sensations already burning inside her were stoked by the expert way in
which Jane intensified their kiss without making Shana feel inadequate.
There was no mistaking she evoked Jane’s desire, despite her
virginal and inexperienced ways.
When Jane’s hand on her shoulder moved slowly down the
satiny material of Shana’s dress and cupped her breast, Shana tore her mouth
from Jane’s and gasped for air as her eyes flew open.
Jane gave the full mound, which her small hand didn’t quite
encompass, a gentle squeeze. So much more tender than she’d expected, given
Jane’s strength and the excitement that lit her eyes, but effective nonetheless.
Shana felt a titillating burst of erotic sensations deep in her pussy that
turned into a throbbing, pulsing need demanding to be satisfied. Jane’s thumb
swept over her already hard nipple and she sucked in a breath, the throbbing,
pulsing need intensifying.
“Electrifying, my foot,” Shana said in a strained tone.
“That’s downright mind-blowing.”
Jane flashed her a brief, albeit wicked grin before her head
dropped to Shana’s chest and she pressed her firm lips to the areola and
tongued the hard pebble through the material of Shana’s dress.
Shana’s head fell back on her shoulders and her eyes closed
again. “That’s just too delicious for words.”
She heard Drake come to an abrupt halt. Cracking one eye
open, she found him standing in front of the fireplace, his fists clenched at
his sides, lust blazing in his eyes.
“Bloody hell,” he ground out. “Is it your intention to drive
me out of my mind?”
Shana grinned, opening her other eye to stare at him. “If
it’s at all possible.”
He smirked at her. So she had a playful side. Shouldn’t
surprise him any more than the way she’d so assertively kissed Jane. A gesture
that had made him wild with envy, but which had also captivated him. The woman
had passion in dire need of being released, no doubt about it.
Unleashed
, as Jane had put it earlier.
He could see—and sense—something bold and daring lingering
beneath the surface of her carefully constructed shell. With every fiber of his
being, he wanted her to set herself free of her past demons and let all her
inhibitions slip away. So much so, he was willing to stand back and let it
happen with Jane. Yet he wanted her so desperately for himself, it was hell to
sit on the sidelines.
He did just that, though. In truth, he’d already agreed
earlier this evening that what transpired between the three of them was not up
to anyone other than Shana. And she was clearly interested in exploring her
sexuality with Jane, so who was he to intervene, really? Except that it was
near impossible to be a voyeur rather than a participant.
Shana had proved capable of bringing her own powers of
persuasion to the table, and the only thing keeping Drake from bringing this
whole convoluted seduction to a screeching halt before he completely snapped
was the fact that he sensed it was all part of the reassurance Shana needed.
The
proof
she needed that she was desirable and that she was alluring
enough to win over not only him, but Jane was well.
And, if he dug deep enough within himself, he’d have to
admit that watching the two of them together was hotter than hell.
So he said, “Have your fun. I’ll play along. Whatever you
want.”
Shana’s head cocked to one side. “Really?”
“I didn’t say it’d be easy,” he assured her in a dry tone.
“But it’s probably for the best.”
This caused confusion to flash in her eyes.
Jane spoke before he could, whispering in Shana’s ear. “He
already knows how difficult it’ll be for him to stay in control when he’s
inside you.”
Shana’s jaw dropped. Her breathing visibly picked up. Her
gaze locked brazenly with his and fire replaced the confusion in her eyes. For
him, the die had been cast months ago, when he’d first seen a photo of her on
the Internet. But he’d kept his secret obsession to himself, for the most part,
until tonight. The course they were about to take was now clearly set, because
she didn’t get up and walk away. The idea of making love with him was obviously
an appealing one. Her lusty expression and the wild beat of her pulse at her
throat spoke volumes—telling of her excitement and anticipation.
More importantly, her acceptance and acquiescence were
written all over her lovely features, confirmed by the shudder that ran through
her body and the way her back arched slightly, pressing her breast against
Jane’s palm.
In turn, Jane gave the large globe a heartier squeeze, making
Shana gasp and causing Drake’s cock to throb in crazy-wicked beats.
He forced himself back into the chair he’d sat in earlier.
Jane’s lips grazed Shana’s temple and she murmured, “You
want to feel him deep in your pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Shana’s response came quickly, with no hesitation, no
doubt in her voice. Nothing but sheer exhilaration and hunger.
Drake gripped the armrests at his sides, holding himself in
place so he didn’t fly across the room and take her right then and there.
Jane kissed her again, their tongues tangling in plain view,
taunting Drake and making him even harder. Despite the incessant urge to join
the two women—to taste Shana’s lips himself and feel her full, lush breasts in
his own hands—he watched with forced and pained patience, knowing it was best
that Jane took the lead. She was much more restrained than he’d be and she’d
help prepare Shana for him. Make her wet and in dire need of him. He could wait
for that.
Maybe
.
As he loosened his grip on the chair before he ripped the
armrests from the frame, he found the most comfortable position in which to
sit, his erection not helping matters. Jane’s hand moved from Shana’s breast to
the sparkly clip on her shoulder. With deft fingers, Jane released the
fastening and slowly peeled the satin material away from Shana’s chest,
exposing more smooth, bronze skin and deliciously plump breasts that were
accented by small, dusty rose-colored areolas and tipped with puckered nipples
that made his mouth water.
He licked his lips, anxiously anticipating flicking his
tongue over one of the taut peaks before drawing it into his mouth and sucking
hard until she moaned and writhed beneath him.
His groin tightened in a nearly unbearable way at the erotic
thought. His cock twitched behind his clothing and his gut coiled. He wanted
her in the worst way. Wanted to kiss her and touch her and make love to her.
No, it was so much more than that. He wanted to ravage her. Strip her clothes
off, taste the flowing juices between her legs, then thrust his cock deep into
her warm and wet cunt. He wanted to give her the sort of pleasure that would
make her squeeze him tight when she came and scream out his name.
Lust had never raged so strong and bright within him, not
even with Jane. It was a thrilling feeling, but also a terrifying one. Because
he truly would have to stay in control with her. He’d have to be very, very
careful not to—
“Drake?” Jane’s lilting voice brought him around. She
grinned knowingly at him over her shoulder as she asked, “Are you okay over
there?”
He’d probably growled or grunted, or maybe even said aloud
how thoroughly arousing the scene before him was without even realizing he’d
uttered a sound. It was impossible not to get worked up over the two women, and
Shana in particular as his gaze locked on her bare chest.
In all honesty, he said, “She could give a corpse a
hard-on.”
Jane giggled. “That’s not exactly a sexy image.”
He groaned. “Don’t expect me to be poetic while I’m quickly
going up in flames over here.”
Shana smiled softly. “I think it’s terribly sexy.” She
threaded her fingers through Jane’s blonde hair and said, “But he’ll have his
turn with me later.” Her eyes gleamed lasciviously and Jane seemed to revel in
their twinkly depths.