Anita Blake 23 - Jason (14 page)

People joke about women tasting like fish, but Jade always tasted more like meat, red meat. I’d asked Nathaniel and he’d confirmed that I did, too, but he’d also said that some women did taste like fish. If you were willing to ask the questions you could learn all sorts of things.

I teased my tongue along the edge of her, between the tiny folds of skin. She shuddered for me, and I realized that because J.J. had already brought her twice I had a head start on the next round, but that was okay, I needed the head start. I was so damn good at oral sex on men that it had sort of hurt my pride to be less spectacular with women. It had been one of the things that had made me willing to ask the questions. I would get better, damn it.

I licked on the other side of her, mirroring what I’d done, and she shuddered again—nifty! I started licking from side to side, not directly over the center of her, but going lower, so that I didn’t lick over her clitoris, but below it. That would have driven me nuts, because I liked more direct contact, but Jade’s body began to shiver as I licked back and forth. Her hands convulsed on the pillow, and her breath got faster. I licked higher over her clit as I went from side to side, and her breathing sped even more, so that she started making little almost-sounds as she panted. I went back over her one more time and her body bucked, startling me, but I stayed on that sweet spot in the middle with quick flicks of my tongue, as fast as I could, like J.J. had showed me. It was a lot harder than it had looked, and I felt the beginnings of a charley horse in my tongue, so I switched to sucking, because nothing kills the mood like a muscle cramp at the wrong moment.

I sealed my mouth over her, drawing more and more of that small, happy bit of her body into my mouth, so that I was sucking it a lot like I’d suck a man, but totally different, it was just the only analogy I had. Her body bucked, up and down on the pillows and Nathaniel’s body. Jade slid off the pillows, and only my grip on her thighs and other things kept her from sliding off the other side of Nathaniel.

He cried out, wordless, and I thought for a second he’d gone, too, but if he had it was trapped under Jade’s body where I couldn’t see the mess we’d made of the red silk. I let the thought go and kept paying attention to Jade’s body, because once the orgasm started a woman could just keep going sometimes; nothing irritated me more than a man getting me to the orgasm and stopping before every last drop of pleasure was wrung from it. Until I tapped out, I didn’t want someone to stop on me, so I tried to offer Jade the same, but my grip on her thighs was an awkward hold to support an entire body while she writhed and bucked. I wasn’t sure I could keep sucking and change my hold, or keep doing it and not have her slide away from me on the other side of Nathaniel’s body. It was one of those real-world sex problems that no one ever thinks about when you plan the group sex.

Jason was suddenly on the bed, moving with that blur of speed the wereanimals were capable of, so that he caught Jade and moved her back onto the pillows. I was able to ease my death grip on Jade’s thighs and just concentrate on giving her as much orgasm as possible for as long as I could. It was the best one I’d ever managed to give her, and I wanted to make it last.

“God, you move so fast,” J.J. said, “I can’t wait to see what a choreographer could do with that kind of speed.”

I couldn’t see Jason’s face without moving, and I wasn’t going to do that, so I gave myself over to the woman at my mouth, under my hands. Her whole body started to shake continuously, and then a cry tore from her mouth. A cry of pleasure and release, and she collapsed boneless and motionless except for small twitches in one hand. If Jason hadn’t been there to catch her she would have slipped off the pillows again, but this time he had to hold her in place as if she were unconscious from the pleasure.

J.J. tapped my shoulder. “Enough, she’s done,” and she laughed.

I moved back from Jade’s body, my hands still on her thighs. I looked up to find Jason grinning down at me. I smiled back at him. He was cradling Jade in his arms in a way that she’d never allowed before, though she honestly might not know who was holding her right now.

J.J. gave me a one-armed hug. “That was awesome! You learn fast.”

“Being able to see and ask questions made a big difference.” I started to let go of Jade’s thighs, but looked up at Jason to make sure he wasn’t depending on my hold.

“I’ve got her,” he said.

I put a soft kiss on her inner thigh that made her twitch a little harder. When I rose up on my knees I could see her eyelids fluttering, not opening, but almost twitching like her hand. She was well and truly gone to her happy place. Yay, fucking, yay!

Domino said, “If I hold Jade, that frees Jason up to be with someone else.”

I looked at J.J. “He’s asking if you’re all right with it.”

“Sure,” she said.

He smiled and crawled across the bed and Nathaniel’s legs to take Jade from Jason.

“Please,” Nathaniel said, voice tight, almost hoarse, though he hadn’t screamed a single time.

I moved up to look into his face. His eyes were almost frantic. “Please, what?” I asked, smiling and stroking the side of his hair.

“Touch me,” he whispered.

“Touch you how?”

“Hand, mouth, pussy, don’t care.”

Domino said, “Are you saying when I move Jade, that . . . that you didn’t go?”

“Not yet,” Nathaniel said, in that strangely hoarse voice.

“Wow, just wow, no wonder Anita kept you.” He lifted Jade up, and Nathaniel was still long, straight, and so hard with need that he twitched involuntarily without anything touching him at all.

“I’ll second that, wow,” J.J. said.

“I’ll third it,” Jason said, and grinned. “I have good stamina, but Nathaniel puts me to shame when he wants to hold out.”

J.J. looked at Jason with wide eyes, and then back to Nathaniel, still tied and eager. “Well, um, that’s . . . impressive.”

Jason laughed.

Domino cuddled Jade to his chest. She was aware enough to curl in against him. Her eyes were open now, blinking heavy-lidded, and almost sleepy.

I stroked fingertips down that nearly vibrating hardness, the lightest of touches. Nathaniel cried out, body straining against the ropes.

“He won’t last much longer,” J.J. said.

“Don’t underestimate him,” I said.

She gave me a look. “Really?”

I nodded. “Really.”

She gave Nathaniel a speculative look.

“It’s okay,” Jason said, “he inspires me to be a better man.”

She frowned, clearly puzzled at Jason.

I said, “He means that when he and Nathaniel are having sex with me, he lasts longer out of competition.”

She turned back to me, eyes wide, and the beginnings of a smile quirking her lips. Her chin glinted dully in the light. We both needed to clean our faces, but first, I planned to get messier. No reason to clean up before I’d finished getting all dirty.

I started bending over Nathaniel’s body. His voice came almost strangled. “Oh, God, no, if you do that I’m not sure I’ll last.”

“Then don’t last,” I said.

“I want inside you.”

“You said hand, mouth, or pussy, you didn’t care which.” I smiled at him, and he would probably have called it my “I’m going to make you sorry for that” smile when I was topping him in the bedroom/dungeon.

“Please,” he said.

“Please, what?” I said, and trailed my fingertips oh-so-lightly over him again.

He cried out again. “Intercourse, sex, please!”

I kissed him, gently, where I’d just touched, and his spine bowed as if there were an invisible rope attached to the center of his body dragging him ceilingward.

His eyes had bled to leopard blue-gray when he looked back at me. His face was as frantic as I’d ever seen it during sex. He was usually so controlled, it was interesting to see him like this; I liked it, or maybe it was just different and I wanted to try the limits of it.

I bent back over him, intending to lick the length of him and then stop and do what he wanted, probably, most likely, but he did something he’d never done with just me.

“Hopscotch,” he said.

I raised up and looked at him. “You safeworded?”

“Yes,” he said, in a hoarse voice that held an edge of growl to it.

“I’ve never heard you safeword,” Jason said.

“I’ve only seen Asher make him safeword,” I said.

“Sometimes it’s not about pain, Anita. I want you, now, like this,” he said, his voice deeper with the edge of the leopard that filled his eyes. He had utter control during sex, during bondage, and with his beast; if he didn’t he couldn’t have stripped on stage and shifted to his animal form in front of a crowd of customers—read
potential victims
.

I stared at one of the loves of my life; something about the scene we’d just done had hit some major switch for him. I’d ask him later, but for right now, I’d respect his general safeword and do what he asked.

“Jade wants some privacy,” Domino said. He moved off the bed with her still curled small in his arms. I could see him tight and ready inside the red silk, but if they were leaving the room, it wasn’t my problem. They were lovers, just not usually without me in the room for Jade’s comfort. They’d work it out.

“Okay,” I said.

“Have fun,” J.J. said.

Domino smiled. “She already has, thank you.”

“My pleasure,” she said, and grinned.

His smile turned to a grin.

Jade murmured something to him, and whatever she’d said made him turn for the door like he had a purpose. I hoped she’d agreed to have sex with just him, but either way, not my issue. I had other fish to fry, or maybe sausage, something like that.

I looked down at Nathaniel. His eyes had bled back to their usual extraordinary lavender, but his face was still almost frantic with need. Later I’d ask him what about all of it had flipped his switch so hard, but right now I’d see just how long and how hard I could flip that switch.

N
ATHANIEL WAS ONE
of those men who was longer when he was at his most excited. He could gain two inches in length between “normal” erection and this, but he was also vibratingly hard, like wrapping my hand around rock wrapped in warm, velvet skin.

I was careful as I used my hand to slide him inside me, not just because with the extra length he would be deeper inside me, but because he’d told me when he got this hard that sometimes the sensations were almost too much, so that the pleasure of being touched bordered on a type of pain, and not one he enjoyed.

I’d had sex with Nathaniel more times than I could count, but he always felt different when he was this hard, almost like making love to someone different, no matter how much my eyes saw the familiar hair, the eyes, that face, the body all achingly familiar to me, and yet as I slipped him inside me it was like my eyes and my body were telling me two different things, so familiar and not.

I shuddered as he slid inside me, and my voice shook as I said, “God, you’re so hard.”

He nodded and closed his eyes, his breath coming out in a shuddering line that trembled down his body and into mine, as if his whole body had shaken itself. That small movement made me close my eyes and have to fight to find my focus. I was on top, he was tied up, I was in charge; it meant I had to hold my shit together and not get completely lost in the sensations.

I kept my eyes closed and started rocking my body slowly, getting the feel of him inside me this hard. I added a hip roll, like the real version of what belly dancing promises, that deep abdominal roll, with me gripping and releasing as I rode him.

He began to move his body with mine, so that he thrust up as I squeezed down, and we began that barely moving dance, rising and falling for each other, until I made a small sound for him.

I opened my eyes and found him staring up at me. His eyes held that intensity that only shows during sex, and sometimes violence. I think because both strip us down to the bare essentials, so that we can’t hide ourselves anymore, not from the person we’re with, or even from ourselves. When the sex is good enough, intimate enough, there is nothing like it. I was still Christian, but I understood in moments like this why so many other faiths used sex as a religious experience. You could bend your knees in church and lie, but face to face, naked with Nathaniel buried deep inside me, there were no lies. I loved him, well and truly, and wanted nothing more in that moment than to be as close with him as I possibly could. I bent over him, changing the rhythm of my hips so I could continue to move for him, and he continued to thrust, but eventually I was bent over his body so that we were touching from groin to chest and I was staring into his eyes from inches away. I had to change the rhythm from that invisible dance of muscles and deep body to thrusting my body over him, so that more of him came out of my body, and I shoved my body down the length of him. He thrust his hips up to meet my body, so that it became more intense as we both found a matching rhythm, and I pressed my mouth to his, so that we could kiss while we made love.

His tongue thrust into my mouth so that the kiss mimicked what our bodies were doing, all of us inside each other, over and over, again, until I had to tear my mouth from his and scream my pleasure. It made me fight my body to keep the rhythm going, because I knew there were bigger orgasms waiting if we could just both hold on for a few . . . more . . . thrusts.

J.J. crawled near the head of the bed. She was watching us with something close to the intensity on Nathaniel’s face; in that moment I knew she wasn’t kidding about voyeurism being one of her major kinks. Nathaniel noticed her, too, and we had a moment of looking at each other. It was a moment where one of us could have wanted more privacy, or less.

“I like an audience,” he said.

“I know you do,” I said, and smiled at him, and I kissed him again, so we could do that dance of eager mouths and bodies.

He pulled back enough to say, “Fuck me, Anita, please, fuck me.”

I smiled and sat up straighter, so that I was riding just his hips. He started thrusting harder, deeper, using the extra flexibility he had in his hips to force himself deeper than most men could get with the woman on top. The extra length meant he hit deeper than normal, and I had a moment where it made me close my eyes and stop moving, frozen on top of him, letting his body do all the work. I started moving back and forth this time so that he stayed buried as deep inside me as he and I could manage. My rhythm grew faster, almost frantic, and he stopped moving, letting me move over him, as I’d let him control before, but from one moment to the next the orgasm washed over me, through me, tearing screams from my mouth as fast as I could draw breath. I gave myself over to the frantic dance of my body over him, so that one orgasm spilled into the next, until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, so it was a long spill of pleasure.