Page 100 of Defiant
So, no, sharing was not something I was unfamiliar with. I’d seen it firsthand, but I just never thought it would be me.
Could I share Jaz? Could I really share her?
I guess I was about to find out, because there was only one thing on Dante’s mind as his wild, blue gaze ate her up.
“Even if you two are crazy,” Jaz started, running a hand down my chest and causing a heat to follow anywhere her hand went, “you’re my crazy.” She smiled against me. “What does that say about me?”
Dante grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap. “I hope that means you like it rough, princess,” he spoke with a smirk.
Jaz kicked off her heels, flexing her toes beneath her dark tights. “It’s queen, actually. Not princess.”
“My mistake,” he muttered, drawing a hand up her leg and bunching up her black dress to her thighs. Dante smirked at me, and I would bet any money he already had an erection hidden beneath the curve of her ass on his lap. “You don’t mind watching a bit, do you? I’m dying to make this queen squirm.”
Though the limo was still moving, not yet parked somewhere quiet, I found myself leaning against the door beside me, giving Dante and Jaz more space. I nodded once. A slow, quick nod, but a nod all the same.
It was all Dante needed. He practically tore the cheap leather jacket off her shoulders, tossing it to the floor of the limo. I supposed I could’ve gotten up and moved to one of the other seats nearby, let them have this entire row to themselves, but I found I could not move a muscle.
I wanted to be close. I wanted to hear every sound that escaped her slender throat. I wanted to see the sweat glisten on her tan, smooth skin.
“Careful,” Jaz murmured, talking about the crown as she was jostled on his lap.
“Oh, don’t you worry,” he told her, “I’ll make sure that thing stays on top of that pretty little head of yours.” As he positioned her how he wanted—with his knees spreading her legs apart and bunching up her dress to her upper thighs—he lowered his mouth to her neck, giving her a nip with his teeth.
Jaz practically turned to mush on his lap, sighing out a beautiful sound that made the heat gather someplace below the belt on me. I was getting hard again watching—though not from watching Dante. From watching her, from hearing her, from wishing I was there, holding her, touching her, doing all those things to make her swoon and give in.
It was impossible to be in her presence and not want to throw all caution to the wayside, but I would remain strong. The back of a limo was not where I wanted to be with Jaz for the first time. Not here, and not with Dante present.
No, I’d watch, let them have their fun, but as for me finding my salvation between those legs…
It would not happen tonight.
Dante’s greedy fingers pulled at the straps of her dress, shoving them off her shoulders. Jaz’s cheeks were already pink, her mouth open. He searched for a zipper on her dress, but there was none, so he let out a growl, desperate to have her chest freed from the confines of that fabric. With one more yank from him, her breasts spilled out, large and round, and he fit them in his hands soon after, kneading and grasping, his fingers pinching her nipples and making them hard. Making her squirm on his lap and cause him to moan.
“God,” Dante whispered against her neck, “that ass drives me crazy.”
Jaz turned her neck, and he responded by kissing her hard and fast, their mouths melding as he continued to massage her breasts. She ground her hips down, rocking her backside along his lap even though his knees were spread and held her legs apart. She didn’t have much in the way of a range of movement.
One of his hands left her chest, inching down, stopping only when it arrived between the apex of her legs. Her dress was so far up, I could see she wore a black, lacy pair of panties under her tights, but Dante seemed to be impeded by neither. He began to rub small circles along her, forcing her to pull her mouth away from his and let out a moan that echoed in the back of the limo.
Her sounds truly were something else. I could listen to them all day and all night on repeat.
“Let’s give Vaughn something to watch,” Dante suggested, flicking those blue orbs at me before yanking down the tights on Jaz’s body, all the way to her knees. The next thing that came down was her underwear, exposing that sensitive place to me as he opened her legs up wide once more. He ran a single finger along her slit, letting out a sound that was almost like a growl. “So wet already.”
I could only imagine how she felt, how slick that place was between her legs. My dick pressed against my pants, wanting to be freed, but I refused to make any moves, keeping my hands to my sides as I watched. Physical affection might come easily to some people, and others might just have years of practice like Dante—but me? I wouldn’t say I was insecure about my…abilities, but I was nowhere near as confident as I wanted to be.
The hand still massaging her breast moved to her throat, cupping it firmly as his other hand worked on her cunt. A finger dipped down along her before rising back to her clit, pinching it before rubbing more circles and applying more pressure.
Having his hand down there drove Jaz wild. I almost couldn’t recognize her with how crazed she looked, the half-lidded glint in her eyes one of pure hunger and lust. She wanted everything Dante was giving her, and I wondered if she acted the same way when she was alone with me.
When Dante pushed a finger inside her, she nearly lost it. Her body tensed against the hand holding onto her neck, and her eyes slammed shut. A moan that could silence any crowd rose from her throat, and her head fell back on Dante’s chest as he pleasured her like a pro, using his hand to both pump into her and to rub her swollen mound.
Soon enough she lost what little composure she had left. Pleasure ripped through her violently, and she trembled against his grip, a cry leaving her lips that was like music to my ears. My dick actually perked up even more hearing her cry out, listening to her orgasm.
Jaz was downright beautiful, even as undone as she was, her skin glistening in sweat, her mouth panting and her bare chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“Fucking amazing,” Dante murmured against her shoulder, though his eyes were on me. “Isn’t she?”
All I could do was nod, because he was right. There was no arguing with him there, no disagreeing with his statement. Jaz was fucking amazing, and I knew right then I could never let her go. She would always be mine, even if she was technically ours.
