Nightbred(72)

She rubbed up against his back like a cat, turning to press her shoulders to his. He could feel her arms moving, and heard the slither of a zipper being released. She slid down him, her buttocks caressing the backs of his legs, and then curled a leg around his calves.

Her body arched with serpentine ease as she took hold of his belt and used it as a handhold to swing herself around to face him, and then pull herself up. He felt the buttons of his shirt being popped one by one out of their holes as her fingers inched over them. When he looked down, he saw she’d hiked up the skirt of her dress, exposing a long swath of thigh.

This is what he made you do? he couldn’t help thinking to her.

She stood on tiptoe, pressing her cheek to his. “No. He paid me to perform alone.”

His jaw tightened as he felt her lips against his throat, and his temper thinned as he heard the suggestions being called out by those watching them:

“Give it to her, boy.”

“Get on your knees and suck his dick.”

“Fuck that tight little ass.”

“Jerk him off.”

“No, jerk her off.”

At last he understood what Stryker had demanded of her. You need not do this.

“Forget about them.” She cradled his face with her hands, and looked into his eyes as her smile flashed, all bright and brilliant delight. “It’s just you and me. We’re not in hell. We’re in paradise, and this is for us.”

What followed tested Jamys’s self-control to the brink, as Chris used her mouth and hands and body in a slow, deliberate seduction. As she worked herself against him and around him, she managed to peel down her bodice and slip her arms free of her dress, baring herself to the hips. She brought his hands up to cover her breasts, rubbing her peaks in circles over his palms before she lowered herself again, this time nuzzling her way from his chest to his groin.

The torment continued ceaselessly, endlessly. With her mouth she toyed with him, with her fingers she stroked him, and just as he thought he could not bear another moment, she would move to his back. His shirt slid from his shoulders to the table, and he felt the blunt scrape of her teeth against his shoulder even as her fingernails lightly scored his chest.

Jamys reached down to tuck his arm under her bottom, and lifted her up until her thighs spread and she wound her legs around him. The small soft curves between her legs nestled over his erection, and he flexed his arm to work her subtly against him.

As she tried to speak, he covered her parted lips with his mouth and poured his hunger into her mind. Like this, I want you like this.

Chris latched on to his shoulders, her hips rolling as she used her body to stroke him. The fabrics separating their sexes added more friction as their movements came in sync.

He wanted to be inside her so much he curled his fist into a handful of her hair, and pressed her face against his neck, praying he would not rip the dress from her and sate his most desperate need. He heard his name rushing out with her short, rapid breaths, and then her body began to tremble violently. He splayed his hand across her buttocks, pressing her to him as she shook, and then jerked in response as the semen came jetting from his cock.

“Wow.” Her arm curled around his neck, and her damp, hot cheek rested against his heart. “That makes up for a lot of bad memories.”

He kissed her brow and the tip of her nose and bow of her upper lip before he looked into her dazed eyes. You are my every pleasure, Christian. All the wants and dreams and longings of my soul. I am yours, my lady.

The music swelled and ebbed, and finally drifted to its sorrowful end. Chris unwound herself from him, going to her knees before him, lifting her arms to press her hands to his thighs as she bowed her head.

Stryker stood up and clapped his hands together slowly several times. “How quaint and conventional.” He eyed the soaked material at the front of Jamys’s trousers. “At least someone enjoyed it. Now, Tian, perhaps after one final solo performance, for old times’ sake, we may—”

“Oh, so you think you’re going to welsh on us now?” Chris accepted Jamys’s hand as he helped her down, and gave him a small nod before she offered Stryker a cool smile. “Not this time.”

Sound and colors blurred around Jamys as he moved to Stryker and grabbed him by the throat. When his men moved in, Jamys snarled at them, and they slowly backed away. He then applied just enough pressure to see Stryker’s bloodshot eyes bulge before he eased his grip. “You wish to tell me the name and location of the man with the emeralds.”

“His name is Noel Coburn. He uses a jewelry store as a front for selling weapons.” After an extended coughing fit, Stryker wheezed out, “He had them in the safe at the shop.”