Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(129)

“Here,” Declan sighed, pulling my leg open even more. He angled his left arm so that I leaned even farther back. I was totally helpless, one hand clutching the granite counter and the other clawing Declan’s shoulder.

“Shhh, baby,” he whispered to me as my back arched and I tried to wriggle against Jackson’s tender lapping. Declan held my whole left breast in his strong, wide palm, kneading it firmly.

“You want more, don’t you?” he asked me. I nodded, yes.

“Tell him,” he whispered. “Tell Jackson what you want.”

“I... want more, Jackson,” I whispered in a breathy stutter.

“He can’t hear that, baby,” Declan scolded me. “Tell him louder.”

I took a breath to get a clear voice. Jackson’s tongue plunged deeper with every stroke between my lips but he was not yet licking my clit, and I wanted that so bad.

“Jackson,” I said, probably too loudly. “I want more.”

“Tsk, tsk, ask nicely.”

“Please!”

As if in answer I felt his tongue go hard and spear me two, three times in my opening, then retreat and rise to flick my clit over and over. The cry came out of my mouth so fast I almost choked on it. But then he stopped.

“That was good, baby,” Declan cooed. “Do you want him to finger you now?”

I nodded. Yes. I wanted him to do something. Anything.

“Do you want him to suck on your little pink clit?” he whispered hotly in my ear, pinching my nipple so hard I almost flinched. I nodded urgently. My hips ground in circles against the empty air. I couldn’t see how far away he was from me, but it might as well have been miles. I wanted him close, so badly.

“Then tell him, Margot.”

“Jackson, please… su-- suck on my clit.”

Suddenly there was a mouth on my lips and I felt him sucking lightly at my tiny, hard clit, then retreating slightly and flicking it with his tongue. After a few seconds of that, he sucked it some more, then flicked it in a different direction. Back and forth he went, alternating the two techniques.

My back arched and I submitted to Declan’s hand, holding my legs splayed open. I couldn’t care anymore about that. I wanted him to consume me. I wanted to feel him everywhere.

I felt the orgasm starting in my belly, swelling, filling up. The vision of it filled up my mind. I saw it like a glowing fruit, ripening in the sun. His tongue swirled in circles over my open lips, pulling at me, pushing, working the tiny nub until I thought I’d scream.

Declan pushed my hair back and kissed me, hard. His tongue pushed my teeth open and filled my mouth I sucked at him desperately until he pulled back.

“You want more? You want him to finger you?”

I nodded erratically, unable to control my body as the fruit grew to take over my mind. It was all I could think of, pulsing, throbbing, threatening to split but not quite ready.

“Stop, Jackson,” Declan said clearly.

He kissed me again as my legs twitched helplessly. Jackson’s warm tongue was gone and I was again open and naked, vulnerable. I wanted to cry as the fruit dimmed its bright light.

“You want to come?”

“Yes!”

He nodded, pursing his lips in a sympathetic pout. “I can tell, baby. I know.”

He covered my cheeks with kisses as my emotions swirled in confusion. Why was he teasing me? Naughty!

“I want you to come too,” he said, drawing my head up so I could look into his dark blue eyes. “But not until you have my cock in your mouth, OK?”

I nodded. What else could I do?

“Yes?” he said, as though I hadn’t already agreed. His tease was starting to become painful.

“Yes!” I half-screamed.

“OK, let’s go to your bed. I want to fuck you there.”

I shook my head. I didn’t want to wait.

“Yes, come on. I’ll carry you.”

I looked down at Jackson’s head between my knees. His eyes were closed and he was sweetly nuzzling the space between my lips and thigh.

I nodded wordlessly to Declan, not entirely convinced, but he scooped me up in his arms before I could take it back. We marched into my bedroom where he chivalrously laid me on the huge bed.

Jackson crawled up next to me immediately and held me in his arms. Any remaining qualms I had melted away as soon as his earthy musk washed over me. He smiled tenderly and kissed me, his mouth covering mine so gently it made my heart ache. I finally looked into his eyes, afraid to find him pouting or cold from our talk earlier. There was none of that. He stared into me with absolute affection and warmth. When he smiled, I could feel the emotion pouring through his expression.

“Kiss me again, Jackson,” I whispered.