Thank God he’d gotten the message from her not-so-subtle suggestions last night because she wasn’t sure what she might have done if she’d arrived at the wedding today to find him ignoring her entirely.
He’d done nothing of the sort. In fact, when she’d first spotted him among the crowd of groomsmen gathered outside the church, he’d smiled at her. Confident. Knowing.
Her heart had fluttered from that moment on. Thousands of glances later, with no words spoken between them, he’d finally taken her hand and led her to the dance floor near the end of the evening. “You promised me a dance,” he’d murmured as he began to rock her back and forth to the slow song.
His hands had been everywhere, sliding up and down her back, over her ass, around to stroke the sides of her breasts. Anyone paying attention would think they were an item. It had been raw. Heady. Exciting.
After three dances in which they’d exchanged only a handful of words, he’d lifted a brow. “Take five minutes to say goodbye to your friends.”
Her panties had melted at those words. Not a question. Not even an inquiry. Just a firm demand. She’d shuddered and then licked her lips. “I don’t need to. I’ll see them tomorrow.”
He’d smiled slowly before spinning her around and angling her toward the ballroom exit. “Purse?”
“Nope.” She’d left everything in her room upstairs. The one she was sharing with Christa. Their other two friends, Bex and Shayla, were in the adjoining room. The four of them, along with Destiny, worked for the same airline, Open Skies. That’s how they’d met several years ago.
All of Libby’s friends were fully aware of her intentions for the night. She’d waxed on and on about wanting to have sex with a military man for years. This was her chance. She was taking it.
She had no doubt the three of them would spend plenty of time teasing her both behind her back tonight and in the morning. She didn’t care. This was going to be one of the best nights of her life.
Jason drew her thoughts back to the present when he stroked his thumb over her bottom lip. “Open for me, Libby.”
She shivered as she parted her lips, letting his thumb slide inside. Every syllable coming from his mouth made her hotter. Her damn traitorous nipples had been hard all evening under the silky material of her black evening gown. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and that heightened her awareness.
None of them had worn a bra. The dress had two straps that tied at the base of Libby’s head but her back was completely bare all the way to the top of her butt.
As he had on the dance floor, Jason slid one hand away from her face to flatten it on the small of her back, angling her body closer to his, pulling her a few inches from the wall. “Suck.”
She moaned around his thick thumb and he fucked her mouth with it, letting her tongue glide around the tip and down the length, her gaze never leaving his.
Jason’s eyes heated and his grip tightened, his fingers pressing against her back, slipping lower to reach a few inches below the edge of the dress. “That’s so fucking hot.” He stroked her butt cheek with his fingers. “Your skin is so smooth. I can’t wait to run my tongue along it. You ready for that?”
She gave a garbled response around his thumb, nodding slightly.
He smiled. “You’ve been ready all night, haven’t you, little one?”
She swallowed around his thumb as he pressed it deeper. There was no need to respond, but she shivered again when his hand slid up her back slowly until he reached the knot at the back of her neck.
He held her gaze as he easily worked the silky material loose. The moment he released the knot, the dress shimmered down her body and hit the floor, leaving her in nothing but her black lace thong and gold heels.
Her nipples puckered further than they had been all evening as the air hit them. Seconds later, Jason cupped one small breast and squeezed, his thumb and finger finding her nipple and pinching it.
She rose onto her tiptoes as the instant sting washed through her body. Her thong was soaked, and every movement caused the lace to rub against her clit.
Jason held her gaze for long seconds before lowering his face to her breast. After releasing the grip he had on her nipple, he thrummed the swollen bud with his thumb. “Gorgeous. I love how your nipples react to my touch.” His thumb popped free of her mouth as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
She didn’t have a moment to think before his enormous palms held her torso while his mouth descended to her nipple.
Libby gasped, her mouth falling open. She set her hands on his shoulders and then slid them into his thick, short hair. It didn’t escape her attention that she was nearly naked while he was still fully clothed.
For a moment, he twirled his tongue around the swollen, tight bud, making her whimper, but then he suddenly sucked it into his mouth. Hard. Almost too hard. Just exactly hard enough.
Libby had craved an evening with a military man for years. Nothing had prepared her for this. Already she knew she was going to be ruined for other men. She’d visualized his hardness, his firm body, a thick stiff cock, but not this heady dominance. The kind of thing she thought only existed in books. The kind of thing she’d craved but never expected would happen in real life.
It snuck up on her, and she fucking loved it. If someone would have asked her an hour ago if she was submissive, she would have laughed them out of the ballroom. But
