Connor lifted his head. “No, I think he was just whining. He’s always been good at that.”
“Oh look, Jessa.” Alex rolled toward her. “You’ve got some liqueur on your bra. Let me help you take it off.”
Jessa didn’t expect him to reach over and unclasp the thing. But he did. It fell open, spilling her breasts into the open. Jessa blinked stupidly in surprise as Alex dropped his half-empty bottle of liqueur to the floor, palmed her breast, and popped her nipple into his mouth.
Time froze briefly as Jessa watched, fascinated, while Alex hungrily devoured first one flushed areola and then the other. Still dazed, she turned her head to search for Connor.
He was stretched out along her other side. His black eyes sought hers and held. It was odd, but Jessa sensed he was letting her decide. That this was her choice and he would let it go until she decided it was enough. But there was something else in that gaze as well. An unknown stirring that told Jessa in no uncertain terms that there would be a point where Alex might cross the line and Connor would vehemently voice his objections.
“So fucking sweet, Jessa,” Alex murmured against her belly as he followed the trail of alcoholic residue.
Connor stirred at Jessa’s side. He slowly reached out to unfasten the button and zipper on her slacks. His eyes never broke contact with hers. One large hand slid maddeningly beneath the waistband and rested on her mons.
Jessa had the odd sensation that Connor was subtly defining boundaries. Because while Alex ran his hands and tongue all over her breasts, belly and neck, he never once ventured lower.
“Get a move on, Connor,” Alex murmured hoarsely, her nipple still clenched between his white teeth. “I want to see the whole package.”
Connor lifted her hips and slid her slacks and panties further down her legs. Aching for his touch, Jessa’s legs fell open immediately. Her eyes sought his again, pleading for him to satisfy her one more time.
She would always need one more time with Connor.
“She’s begging for it, Connor.” Alex groaned. “Touch her.”
Connor’s long fingers slid between her labia and dipped deep inside her creamy center. Jessa arched back, thrusting her nipple further into Alex’s mouth as Connor finger fucked her sopping wet pussy.
She’d never been so turned on. Connor’s clever fingers drew magic circles around her clitoris and Alex’s mouth tormented her taut nipples. It was a short trip to her first rocking orgasm.
“C’mon, I want to smell her. Let me taste her just once, Connor.”
“No.” His answer reverberated around the bar and reached through Jessa’s pleasurable haze.
The intense satisfaction Jessa received from Connor’s possessive nature tossed her instantly into another orgasm. She writhed on the tabletop and began convulsing around Connor’s hand while whimpering and pushing her heavy breasts into Alex’s face.
“Then fuck her, Connor,” Alex demanded in a strained voice. “I want to see her cum again.”
Connor stood up and pulled Jessa roughly away from Alex to the edge of the table. He tugged her into a sitting position before her panties and slacks slid to the floor in a little pile over her discarded shoes. He hastily pulled his cock from his trousers and without further preamble, Connor buried himself to the hilt in Jessa’s hot slit.
Jessa was on fire. Connor’s thick, fully engorged cock stretched her pussy beyond limits. Every inch of her vagina was screaming from the sudden invasion. He had always begun with his fingers to make her ready for his huge shaft. Jessa sensed on some level that Connor was making a bold statement with his abrupt claiming. But she was too swept up in the passion to make sense of his reasons.
Alex crouched behind Jessa. He used his hands to knead her swollen breasts before sliding them lower to grasp her hips. Rocking with the pace set by Connor’s cock inside Jessa’s pussy, Alex dry humped the cleft of her ass. Murmuring erotic nonsense into Jessa’s ear, his desperate cries thrust Jessa into another climax.
A primal hum from deep inside Connor rattled Jessa’s bones. Hands clutching his biceps, she felt his muscles bunch before he lifted her off the table and away from Alex.
“Finish on your own,” Connor ordered in a low growl.
Jessa didn’t have time to linger on Alex’s dazed expression before her back was slammed against the wall. She automatically wrapped her long legs around Connor’s waist as he braced himself and began to fuck her in earnest.
“Look at me, Jessa.”
She tried desperately to focus on his face.
“Who’s fucking you?”
“You are.”
“Say it!” he roared.