Page 161 of Stick It
“Fucking soaked.”
He groans, diving in to claim her lips in a hungry, frantic kiss. I never thought I’d be into watching, but with my girl pressed up against me, and feeling how hot he gets her, how her hips buck and a gush of excitement coats my fingers, I’m fucking hypnotized. Entranced. The only thing hotter would be if she were clenching around my dick instead of my fingers. One day. Soon. Very fucking soon.
Releasing her lips, Jax drags his mouth down her neck. Her head drops back against my shoulder, and she whimpers. Her eyes are glazed over, lids at half-mast, and cheeks rosy as she trembles against me, completely wrecked between us.
I feel Jax’s hand brush mine as he moves to circle her clit, and she practically comes apart.
“Tell Jax the rules,” I murmur in her ear. She blinks up at me, dazed. “Who owns this orgasm?”
“You do.” Her voice is barely a whisper.
“And when do you get to come?”
Her lips part, but instead of words, a moan rips free, hereyes falling closed as she arches her back. “Please,” she whimpers. “I need to come.”
“Not until I tell you,” I growl, bending to nip at her earlobe. She yelps at the bite of pain, a sound that soon transforms into one of pleasure as Jax continues to rub her clit and I stroke the raw bundle of nerves inside her. “You’ll come onmyfingers. Withmyname on your tongue.”
“Say his name, D,” Jax coaxes, finger moving faster against her clit.
Her breath catches. “Griffin…”
“Louder,” I demand, scraping my teeth along the sensitive skin of her neck and making her shiver. “You’re not ashamed to take what I give you—whatwegive you—are you?”
“No—Griffin.”
Her voice is loud enough to have a few heads turning our direction, but a glare from Jax and me has them quickly looking away.
“That’s right,” I purr encouragingly. “This body belongs to me. Every moan. Every fucking drop of you. Don’t forget it.”
“Fuck, Griff, she’s so close,” Jax says, his voice all dark amusement. “She’s about to come.”
“Not yet,” I snap, slowing my pace just enough to draw a strangled moan from her throat.
Jax chuckles, seeming to enjoy this form of torture as much as I am.Interesting.
“You’re starving for it. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” My words are barely more than a possessive, wild growl, my chest vibrating as she clings to both of us. We’re the only things holding her up. She is so close to the edge that I can feel it in the way her thighs twitch, the way she tries to grind down on us like she’s forgotten we’re in a public place.
“I need—Griff—Jax—please?—”
I bite back a groan. My free hand grabs her jaw and turns her toface me. “You gonna come for us, right here in this fucking club? Let the music drown out the sounds you make when we ruin you?”
“She’s about to make a mess all over your hand,” Jax warns.
“Let her,” I snap, thrusting my fingers hard. Jax matches my relentless pace until she shatters between us, silent and staggering, held up only by our arms. Her body spasms, helpless and beautiful, and her nails dig into my neck as I smother her gasps with my mouth.
Jax watches her fall apart like he’s addicted to it.
We both are.
When she finally sags boneless between us, I pull my hand from between her thighs, slick with her. I raise it to my mouth, sucking one finger into my mouth as I watch her pupils expand and her cheeks blaze red. “You taste like fucking heaven,” I tell her.
Before I can lick her essence from the rest of my fingers, Jax’s hand snaps out to grab my wrist. Bringing my hand to his mouth, he doesn’t hesitate before wrapping his tongue around my middle finger and sucking the juices off it. “Divine,” he murmurs, savoring the taste of her.
Glancing around, Dylan’s eyes go wide, reality breaking through as she brings a hand up to smother her gasp. “I can’t believe we just did that in a club.”
I shrug, not giving one iota of a shit. “Considering I wanted to fuck you right here in front of everyone, I think we showed incredible restraint.”
She gapes at me. Jax just laughs, shaking his head as he pulls her close and kisses her cheek.
