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His head came up and their gazes connected, snatching her out of this moment and tossing her headfirst into something much darker and needier. Passion ruled here, and the man soothing her with long sweeping kisses along her neck couldn’t compete with the man at her feet.
The tumble all the way into love was fast, the ground flying up to meet her. She couldn’t have stopped it if she tried.
Spencer lowered his face to her again and she rocked her hips, her eyes sliding closed when the silken heat of his tongue drove deep. Vaguely she registered Paul’s hands closing over her breasts. He circled his palms, providing welcome friction to the sensitive tips.
She wanted to keep this going, to somehow stave off the liquid pleasure coiling in her belly. Because if she didn’t, Spencer would stop and this unbelievable wordless connection between them would break. If she could only hold on just a bit longer, if she could manage to still her quaking thighs and subdue the furious pounding of her clit, she could make it last.
Spencer sealed his lips around her aching flesh and pulled, shoving two fingers into her sheath at the same time. The hurricane inside her exploded. She fell back against Paul, her breath escaping in a soundless scream, her nails dragging along Spencer’s scalp as she struggled to keep him right where he was.
“Don’t. Don’t leave me.” The words fell from her in a senseless heap, tangling in her rush to get them out.
He was already rising, his face constricted with longing. And something else much more alarming. Possession. The kind that didn’t brook sharing, no matter the reason.
The light flashed over him, highlighting his wet and used mouth. But it was his expression that made her whimper as his gaze dropped to Paul’s hands, still manipulating her breasts. Then he looked at Paul. He didn’t need words, because his look conveyed a clear warning.
Back the fuck off.
Chapter Eleven
Even in the darkness of the club, Paul got the message and released her.
Momentarily.
After aiming a narrow-eyed glance at Spencer, he turned her around to face him and captured her lips. They stung from the force of her teeth biting them but Paul’s mouth was warm and comforting. Familiar. He tasted of Wrigley’s gum just as he had years ago and she soon found herself wrapped in his arms. He kissed her deeper and she relaxed into his embrace, still reeling from her climax.
Still reeling, period.
She’d never thought sex could work like this. Not for her. But here, she knew which man she wanted beyond tonight and she still responded to Paul. He was a good kisser and her body was so wet, so ready, it was as if she’d been primed to sensation. Any sensation, coming from any direction. And she liked Paul. He was a decent guy.
Plus there was that whole really horny thing.
Part of her expected Spencer to haul her away from Paul as if he were a child grabbing back his favorite toy. Or turn on his heel and march out, though he was the one who’d gotten her into this scene in the first place. But he didn’t. He came up behind her and drew her back against his hard, muscled frame, rubbing his prominent erection over her ass. She moaned, caught between them both, aware that Paul’s hands had started roaming again and so had Spencer’s, though this time he was the one to claim her breasts.
Spencer’s breath sifted through her damp hair. “We can take this as far as you want. Once more.” He sucked her lobe into his mouth, used his teeth. “Then you’re mine.”
She shivered and closed her eyes. He’d do this again—all the way, probably, if she wanted it—but it was for her. The question was, what did she want?
Her eyes flew open again as Paul’s fingers walked up her inner thigh, hesitating only briefly before rocketing upward into her cunt. She swallowed, sure she had to be gushing, her certainty increasing when Spencer twisted her nipples. The link between her breasts and her sex sent desire flashing through her like a forest fire, hungry and all-consuming. She moaned again and the sound broke into Spencer’s mouth as he dragged her head around for a wild kiss.
Their tongues thrust and sparred and she soon lost track of where—and whose—hands were touching her. They seemed to switch places, the texture of their caresses changing. All she knew was there were fingers inside her pussy, palms abruptly squeezing her breasts, and the dual assault hazed her mind with lust.
Paul picked that moment to drop to his knees and use his mouth for something else entirely. Stubble brushed her inner thighs, tantalized her sopping flesh. And then his tongue was inside her, his breath steaming as it rushed over her aroused center.
“God.” It was too much. She’d just come. Her clit was still sore, but she was revving up again with a tingling that seemed to spread all the way to her womb.“I can’t.”
“You can, and I’m going to watch you,” Spencer murmured between kisses. It was as if they were alone, his gaze burning just for her. He stroked her throat, his touch laying claim. “But this time, I won’t only watch.”
Kelly quivered, both from Spencer’s hot encouragement and Paul’s newly ratcheted-up attack. Fiery suction seized hold of her swollen labia, her engorged clit. The only thing keeping her standing was Spencer’s arms, and his sexy whispered praise against her cheek when she ended their kiss to breathe. She fought to maintain her stance even as her vision blurred and perspiration ran between her shoulder blades. Fuck, she felt like a torch, blazing for everyone to see.
She’d never been able to have multiple orgasms, not back-to-back like this. With a while between, sure. But this was too fast. Except it wasn’t, and the telltale tightening in her core heralded her impending implosion. It built swiftly, riding the edge between pain and extreme pleasure, until Paul’s fingers thrust inside her at the same moment Spencer shifted to close his mouth around her nipple through her dress. As he drew on the taut peak she shot over the brink into bliss. A hoarse cry ripped from her throat and her release pulsed from her body in thick waves of cream.
Overcome, she let her body sag, hoping someone would be there to support her. Thankfully they were.
“Turn around,” Spencer said, his hands doing the honors for her when she couldn’t coordinate her limbs enough to manage it. She heard the sound of his zipper, jolted from the feeling of the head of his cock pressing against her sensitive pussy. “We’re going over to that couch,” he said against her neck.
Kelly nodded, docile and spent and more cooperative than she’d been…well, ever.
She almost mentioned Paul. It wasn’t right to leave him out. She knew Spencer would make sure he was taken care of, but she owed her ex-boyfriend at least a hand job for that incredible orgasm. And tonight she didn’t want to pull away, as he’d pulled her away from Dan.
