Tonight he owned her on the dance floor just like he owned her everywhere else. His brand was on her for the world to see.
As the music swelled, he pushed her downward and she swayed her hips as she slid down his body. When she reached his groin, he held her in place as he mimicked fucking her mouth.
Around them the crowd went wild at the erotic sight. His fingers fisted in her hair as he held her in place. The ridge of his cock was hard against her chin. He stared down at her, his eyes glittering with harsh arousal.
After a moment he pulled her roughly back up, turned her around and pulled her back against him until her ass was cradled to his groin. With one hand he pushed at her head, forcing her forward and then he slid the hand down her bare back, over the tattoo and then wrapped his fingers in her hair once more.
This time he pulled so that her head came up but she remained bent at the waist. His pelvis ground erotically against her ass, just like he was fucking her from behind.
The air grew thick around them. The mood had changed swiftly in the club. Other couples were being more daring. More sexual. It was an intense and beautifully erotic demonstration.
Lucas straightened her but kept her tightly pressed to him. His hand splayed over her rib cage but then his fingers delved lower, underneath the waistband of the tight skirt she wore.
She sucked in her breath as he slipped past her panties, found her wetness and his finger circled her clit.
By now she was beyond caring who watched. She was only aware of Lucas. How he commanded her body. How sensual she felt, cupped to his body as music flooded into their bodies, forcing them to move in a timeless rhythm.
She reached both arms up over her head and circled them back around his neck so that it arched her chest forward. To her surprise, Jace moved in close, slid his hands up her belly underneath her top to cup her breasts.
Her eyes widened and she held her breath, caught between the two men, one her lover, the other someone she’d merely danced with.
“Breathe,” Lucas said in her ear. “He won’t go further than I’ve instructed. ”
Immediately she gave in. Sensing that any protest she may have launched had passed, Jace rubbed his thumbs over her taut peaks while Lucas fingered the ultrasensitive flesh between her legs.
Daryl and Matt were on either side of Ren so that she was completely boxed in by the four men. Not much was visible to the others on the dance floor but no one could possibly doubt what Lucas and Jace were doing to her.
And she didn’t give a flying fuck. She wanted to come. Here between these two badass men.
Lucas bent to nip sharply at her neck and then said loudly enough in her ear so she could hear, “Do you want his mouth on you, Ren?”
It was a shocking question, one she’d never imagine he’d actually ask. Lucas wasn’t the type to ask. If he wanted Jace to touch her more intimately, he’d simply allow it. If he didn’t, nothing she said or did would change his mind. Now she was unsure of how to answer.
“It isn’t a trick,” Lucas said. “Just answer the question. ”
His fingers stroked harder then slid lower to play at her entrance.
“Yes!” she choked out. “God, yes. ”
The warm chocolate of Jace’s eyes caught fire. He looked like he’d been granted the keys to the kingdom. His big hands moved with surprising gentleness over her breasts and then he simply lifted her top, pushing it higher as he knelt in front of her.
Oh dear God, she couldn’t believe this was happening in the middle of Lucas’s club and that she didn’t care. Lucas moved his hand to allow Jace access, and he gripped her hip, holding her solidly in place. As if she needed any urging to remain still for what was coming.
First Jace’s mouth touched her belly, right over her navel ring. Followed by the rough edge of his tongue. It rasped over her delicate skin, eliciting a moan too low for anyone to hear. But Lucas felt it. She knew he did.
Jace licked a path straight up her midline until he reached the area right between her breasts. He kept those big hands cupped on either side of her breasts to shield as much of her from view as possible, but even with the other two men standing on either side of her and Jace going to lengths to hide her, there was no way they wouldn’t be seen by the other club goers.
He drew away and then his mouth hovered just over her nipple. His hot breath danced across the puckered tip and she tensed in anticipation.
Finally his mouth closed hot and wet over her nipple and her knees nearly buckled. Lucas’s grip tightened around her waist to support her and his hand slid back into her skirt, down to stroke gently over her clitoris once more.
Jace alternated teasing each nipple. He’d lick, nibble and suck in turns until she was begging Lucas to let her come. Lucas kept her on the edge, stroking until she was ready to explode and then stopping to pull her back, allowing Jace to continue fanning the flames with his wicked mouth.
“Do you want his fingers inside you?” Lucas asked against her ear.
This time she didn’t even hesitate. She’d do anything at all to achieve release.
“Yes!”
She felt him nod in Jace’s direction and suddenly one of Jace’s hands slid up her leg, over her knee and to the inside of her thigh. He was up on his knees, his head level with her breasts. He brushed over the smooth lips of her pussy and then she felt Lucas use his fingers to spread them for the other man.
The action nearly had her orgasming on the spot.
She began to tremble. She shook from head to toe as Jace sucked her nipple strongly into his mouth again. His thumb found her entrance and plunged inside just as Lucas began fingering her clit again.
It was too much. The room spun around her in dizzy circles. The music was a distant roar. The lights twinkled like fairy dust, and she could no longer make sense of any of it.
Jace withdrew his thumb and then slid two blunt fingers inside her just as Lucas lightly pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger.
“Come, Ren. Come all over his hand. ”
She needed no further urging. Her body bucked violently. Daryl and Matt pushed in closer, their bodies adding support so she didn’t fall.
Jace’s teeth grazed her nipple, each touch sending more spasms of delight straight to her pussy. While Lucas bit into her neck, Jace nipped sharply at one nipple, their fingers performing magic in the most sensitive places on her body.
She was no longer capable of standing on her own. She went limp against Lucas, trusting that as always, he’d never let her fall. He held her closely, kissing and licking gently at her neck while Jace worked her slowly down from her orgasm.
She lay there several long seconds, slumped in Lucas’s arms, her breaths coming in ragged bursts. Then Lucas carefully straightened her clothing. Jace withdrew his hand from underneath her panties and arranged her skirt.
He stood to his full height again as the music and dancing continued on around them.
With Lucas’s help, she got her feet underneath her again and stood, though she still leaned into Lucas.
“You may kiss him and offer your thanks,” Lucas directed.
It was an outfit put together with access in mind. He wanted unfettered access to her.
He was distant though. And preoccupied. Whether it was business or something else entirely, she wasn’t sure, but he seemed restless and cagey and she knew from experience that he was harder and rougher when he was in such a mood.
He slid his hand down the middle of her chest and then impatiently pushed aside the material covering her breasts. He thumbed her nipple idly, almost as if he couldn’t quite decide what he wanted to do with her.
It was unusual for Lucas to show clear indecision and she wondered what could possibly be occupying his mind that he was so distracted.
Abruptly, he slid his finger between the band of her collar and her skin and yanked forward until she was leaning against him, her belly pressed to his crotch. He kissed her. Hard.