Beyond Shame

Dallas grinned at Jasper, wound a hand in Lex’s hair, and jerked her head back so her tongue hovered just shy of Noelle’s body. “Ask again. And none of that bullshit about how he’s inside you. Tell Jasper you want him to slam his cock into your tight little pussy. Tell Lex you want her to suck your clit until you come on her face.”

Noelle whimpered and reached for Dallas’s wrist, trying to pull Lex back. He held firm, and she sucked in another pleading breath.

Jasper could hear her voice wrapped around the words already—the lilting, embarrassed hesitation over cock and pussy—and he had no idea how he’d last if she actually said them out loud. But even if it hurtled him over the dizzy edge into orgasm, it didn’t matter. Lex was there, Dallas, and either of them could fall on Noelle, lick and stroke her until she came just as hard as he had.

So he released her throat and gathered her arms behind her back. “Lex could suck me instead. And we could hold you right here, like this. Waiting.”

“Lick me,” she choked out, twisting desperately in his grip. “Please, please.”

Dallas laughed and rubbed his fingers between Lex’s legs, working her pussy while Noelle watched in tortured frustration. “You can do better than that, kitten.”

Noelle sucked in a breath and slammed her head back against Jasper’s shoulder, her entire body convulsing as the words burst out of her in a ragged cry. “Fuck my pussy, fuck it with your cock, I want it, I want to be fucked and—and sucked and please—”

He gave her one slow thrust as Dallas let go of Lex. “I go first,” the woman whispered huskily before lowering her mouth again.

Every exploring, teasing lick made Noelle jerk against Jasper’s chest. He held her still, and by the time Lex finally moaned and focused her attentions, Noelle had started rocking her hips, obviously desperate for a more intense touch, a specific sensation.

More.

Dallas swept up the lube and trickled it onto Lex’s ass without warning her. “Don’t be greedy, love. Give Jasper a turn.”

She kissed her way up the center of Noelle’s body, pausing to swirl her tongue around one hard, puckered nipple. “I am greedy.” Then she dropped her hands to grip Noelle’s hips and kissed her, driving her tongue past her lips.

Noelle whimpered, straining against Jasper’s grasp to get closer. When her head tilted, their lips slipped apart enough to show Jasper a flash of tangled tongues, Noelle chasing Lex back into her mouth with an aggression that would have been impossible to imagine a few short days ago.

He gritted his teeth, locked one arm around Noelle, and resumed his rocking motions. Deep but not easy, angling his hips with every thrust and grunting as her body clasped his, slick and hot.

The bed dipped as Dallas knelt behind Lex. He gathered her wrists, coaxing them from Noelle’s body. She broke the kiss, tilting her head to his as he cuffed her hands behind her back.

A laugh, heady and drunk, as Lex rubbed her cheek against Dallas’s. “I lied. Now it’s my turn.”

“Maybe it’s mine,” he rumbled, slicking his hand down to tease her clit. “Everyone’s had someone’s face in their lap but me.”

“You get cranky when you’re horny.” She closed her eyes and circled her hips under his hand.

With his other hand, Dallas reached out to pinch one of Noelle’s nipples, tugging at it until she cried out and jerked in Jasper’s arms. “Why don’t we let them fuck, then, and see what we can do about it?”

In minutes, the two of them would be too wrapped up to notice anything. Jasper pulled free of Noelle’s body and eased her to the bed, coaxing her onto her back. “Look at me.”

She blinked twice before her gaze focused on his, already reaching for him. She clutched at his shoulders and tugged, trying to draw him closer. “I don’t want it to be over.”

The night had to end. “We’ll just start again,” he promised, sliding into the cradle of her hips.

Her brow furrowed and her lips pursed as she lifted her hips, grinding her pussy against his cock. “You’re not inside me,” she protested. “Are you going to make me beg?”

As much as she seemed to like the idea, he shook his head. “I can’t right now.” He reached down and held her still as he drove into her again.

Noelle cried out. Her legs tangled around his hips, her fingers curled around his shoulders, even her lips wrapped around his name as her pussy tightened, her pleasure driving his. He hooked his arms under her legs, pushing her knees toward her chest, and began to ride her.

The first time he hit her G-spot she sobbed his name, her nails pricking his shoulders, and started begging. Not as coherent as the words Dallas might have demanded, but plenty filthy. She pled for his cock, begged him to drive it deep, to take her, fuck her, and each time he slammed home the words broke a little more, until she was making choked noises as she teetered on the edge.

His entire body pulsed with need, the kind that prickled over his skin and narrowed his world to Noelle. Jasper cupped her shoulders and moved faster, harder, ignoring the Siren call of release as he commanded her to come. “Now.”

“I can’t—” The protest died with his next thrust. Her eyes squeezed shut and she twisted, digging her head back into the bed as the first tremors of orgasm began with her clenching pussy.

One more thrust and she came, screaming.

A fucking earthquake couldn’t have kept him from following her in a rush of heat that scalded him from the inside out, stripped away the last of his defenses. He shuddered above her, in her, spilling as she contracted around him, milking his cock.

She kept shuddering even after he stilled, whimpering every time an aftershock shivered through her. Her lips moved, mumbling the same hoarse sounds over and over. “Oh, God… oh my God.”

Jasper let her legs down and rolled so that Noelle was on top of him. Her hair spilled across his shoulders as she panted openmouthed against his chest, every breath out accompanied by a twitch of her hips. “Jasper…”

“Shh.” Words were for other things, things that didn’t matter just yet. Right here, right now, they didn’t need anything else.

Chapter Fourteen

“Rachel!”

Dallas’s roar was so out of place in the afternoon emptiness of the Broken Circle that Noelle nearly dropped the glass she was wiping clean.

Next to her, Rachel sighed and slung her towel over her shoulder. “How can I help you, Dallas?”

Scowling, he dumped one of the most outdated computing tablets Noelle had ever seen onto the scuffed bar. The LCD screen was cracked at one edge, but Dallas’s ire seemed directed at the screen itself, which had locked down into the sterile Insufficient Access placeholder.

Dallas jabbed one wide finger at the tablet with a snarl. “You’re the fucking mechanical genius. How do I keep this thing connected?”

“Do we have to go over this again?” Rachel picked up the tablet. “Mechanical. Machines. I’m as shitty with tech as you are.”

“Smartass.” Dallas glanced at Noelle, and the tiny quirk of his lips was all it took to bring color rushing to her cheeks. He’d been long gone by the time she’d woken up in his bed that morning, but she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to look at him without blushing again.

From the smug look in his eyes, he knew it. He liked it. That pricked her growing pride just enough to bring up her chin. “Can I look at it?”

Rachel passed it over. “It’s better off in anyone’s hands but mine.”

Noelle flipped the tablet over and squinted at the model number before sliding her fingers along the edge to find the nearly invisible latch that released the back. “This is an older version that’s mostly been replaced by new tablets with better wireless integrity. The signal’s not really supposed to be broadcast outside of Eden, though, so