Glutton for Pleasure (10 page)

She gulped. Her spirits sank a bit with the reminder that this was only supposed to be a fun sexcapade. In the past few hours she’d forgotten herself and had so much fun with them. She had half convinced herself she was really out shopping with her boyfriend. Boyfriends? Stupid.

However, that didn’t mean she wanted to engage in a lewd public act. “Fine, we can go home and get in bed. Just give me ten minutes to get dressed and check out.” She spoke in a reasonable and placating tone, as if to calm a troublesome child.

He looked down at her body, clad only in a flirty A-line skirt. “Are you wearing panties under that skirt?”

Her face felt hot. “I knew I was going to try on clothes, so of course I am.”

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“That seals it, then. You disobeyed me twice.” He sighed, not bothering to hide the heat in his dark eyes. “So I’m afraid I can’t wait to get home to punish you properly.” He let go of her arms and unbuckled his wide leather belt.

Despite her fear, her nipples hardened to ready points. His gaze catalogued every inch of her arousal, missing nothing. Still, she tried again. “Marcus, please be reasonable. We cannot screw here. Someone could see.”

“We’re not going to fuck. Where would the punishment be if I fucked you? I get my dick inside of you and you come like the Fourth of July.”

His jean buttons slipped out of their holes with tantalizing slowness, until the bulge of his erection filled the widening V. He pushed his boxers down, and his cock was in his hand, hard and large and intimidating. He curled his hand around it and stroked roughly until the mushroomed head emitted a small drop of fluid. Devi licked her lips. “On the other hand,” he continued in a low voice, “you love to suck cock, don’t you? It makes you as hot as I get when I go down on you. Don’t be embarrassed, baby. You don’t know how happy that makes us. You’re one in a million. So that’s your punishment. You get me off here…and then wait for yours.” He pulled her unresisting hand to his penis and wrapped it around himself. The flesh was hot beneath her fingers, his pulse pounding.

“But what if someone comes in?”

“You’ll just have to hope no one comes in, if that bothers you. The faster you get me to come, the better it’ll be, right?”

He showed her how he liked it, tightening her fingers, lubricating her hand over each pass of his tip, until his shaft was wet and shiny with come and her hand slicked over every inch. He shifted until he could tilt his head back against the mirror and closed his eyes.

“Miss?”

Her hand froze on his dick, and her startled gaze met his heated one. Impossibly, he hardened even more. “Yes?” she said faintly.

He rested both hands on her shoulders and began a steady downward pressure. Devi shook her head frantically. His eyes narrowed and threatened if she didn’t obey.
On your knees. Now
, he mouthed.

“How are you doing in there?”

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tangled one hand in her hair and grasped his cock with the other. He pulled her closer and stroked her cheek with the velvety-soft head.

“Your boyfriend just left. He said he’d be right back.” She sighed, naked envy in the sound.

“He is so cute, if you don’t mind my saying so. His brother wouldn’t happen to be single, would he?”

His brother currently had his cock pressed against the seam of her lips. “Um, no.”

Marcus took swift advantage of her open mouth and thrust in, catching her off guard. He made a few shallow thrusts before tightening his fingers in her hair and forcing a deeper penetration. The head caressed the back of her throat, and the walls spasmed around his hardness.

He exhaled, just a breath of noise, his eyes almost black, fierce, as he stared at the length of his cock shuttling between her lips.

“…so sad.” A light laugh. “Well, you’re a lucky lady to have just one of them. Holler if you need anything, okay?”

She was even luckier to have them both. Marcus drew her off his penis long enough to answer. “Thanks.” The light footsteps faded away. “Lucky, my foot,” she mock grumbled.

He tugged her hair. “You love it,” he whispered.

God help her, but she did. He drew her mouth back to his penis and she became lost in the ferocious power of his need. No longer content with teasing thrusts, he sank both hands into her hair and held her steady for his taking, long, fast thrusts to the back of her throat. All she could do was hold on and concentrate on swallowing when necessary to fight her gag reflex. That had the added benefit of driving his arousal even higher, as he took her mouth harder and rougher.

Marcus shifted to the side, and she followed, turning her body and head. “In the mirror,” he whispered, and stroked the side of her cheek. “Look.”

She obeyed, and her stomach clenched with need at the sight that greeted her. He was fully dressed but for the hardness that glistened with her saliva as it slipped in and out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, she looked like a complete sexpot, hair tousled every which way, her mouth reddened and stretched with his fucking, her eyes dilated with desire. Her skirt pooled over her bent knees in deceptive demureness, while her bare breasts shivered with every forceful thrust of his hips.

As if he read her mind, he reached down with one hand and cradled her breast, his hand looking very tanned against flesh that never saw the light of day. His thumb stroked in circles over her brown nipple, the tip tightening to the point of pain. In his profile in the mirror, she 62

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could see the sly grin that curled his lips as he compressed the nipple between his thumb and forefinger at just the right pressure that shot bolts of sensation to her vagina.

Watching intensified everything she could feel, the stroke of his cock in her mouth, his hand in her hair, his fingers on her nipple, until she squirmed on the rough carpet of the dressing room.

She needed just a couple of strokes, a touch, and she could come and release all of that burning pressure inside of her. She closed her eyes and released his hips to press the heel of her hand down on her pussy. She was so close, she could even bring herself off without touching herself under her clothes. Would he give her other nipple the same attention he gave its twin?

In the next breath, it all stopped. His cock slipped from her lips, his hand fell away from her breast. She whimpered and opened her eyes in disbelief.

His chest rose and fell, and his cock looked ready to burst. “You don’t ever touch yourself without my permission.”

Oh please. “It’s my body,” she gritted out.

“No. For two weeks, it’s mine.”

She really was a pervert, since his statement only made her hotter. She tried a different tactic. “Please, Marcus?” She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the straining tip of his penis, delighting in the catch of his breath. She didn’t even care if anyone came in, if anyone heard them outside. She could deal with mall security after she got off. Nothing was more important than that in this moment.

“Don’t try to sway me.” He raised an eyebrow, and the arrogance just about melted the panties right off her. “Or you’re going to be without relief for a long time.”

Before she could argue, he put his hand on her head and thrust into her mouth again. “Or maybe you can convince me otherwise. Show me how good you are at sucking my cock, baby.”

She sucked hard, until her cheeks hollowed and caressed his cock with every thrust. “Yessss,” he hissed.

He came silently, with only a soft exhale of sound between clenched teeth. She swallowed every drop he gave her and kept sucking gently as he softened between her lips. Marcus finally leaned against the wall and disengaged with a pop of suction, her mouth was so tight.

He ran a hand over his face. “Fuck. That was amazing.”

She squirmed, feeling the wetness that had trickled down her thighs. She swiped the back of her hand over her mouth. “I’m glad you think so.”

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Marcus smiled down at her. “Don’t disobey, and you won’t have to deal with the consequences.”

“You and I both know that was a convenient excuse, nothing more.”

He gave a shrug and tucked himself back in. She almost mewled when he zipped up that amazing cock. “Get dressed. And maybe we can take care of you.”

Marcus walked to the door and reached down to pick up his bags, which she frowned over.

Marcus didn’t seem like the type to purchase quite so much. “What’s in those bags?”

His back stiffened. “Um, just some lingerie. I figured if we were ripping it from you, we should be buying it.”

“Wow. That was…very thoughtful.” He looked as though he had gone overboard, though, to pay her back for one pair of panties.

“Hell, it’s more for us than you. We’re the ones who’ll be seeing you in it.”

“Oh, well. Thanks anyway.”

“Yeah. Whatever.”

“Don’t let anyone see you leaving here.”

He snorted, but stole out on silent feet. Devi waited for shrieks of feminine outrage, but a full minute went by with nothing but the hum of the air conditioner and the discreet overhead music. She sighed and leaned against the mirror, cold against her overheated body. God, they were lucky no one had come in. What had she been thinking? They’d practically been speaking in normal tones there for a bit.

She turned her head to look into the mirror and her eyes widened. Well, hell. Devi Malik, shy little mouse, would never have done what she had done. But the topless jezebel sitting on the floor would have no problem blowing her lover in a public dressing room. In fact, she had almost lifted up her skirt—that still had a tag on it, for crying out loud—and begged him to take her right there for all the world to see.

She licked lips that felt stretched and swollen, searching for a small smidgen of shame. No, all she could feel was unfulfilled and empty. Dear Lord, surely Marcus wouldn’t make her wait too long for satisfaction. Right?

Jace saw Marcus slipping from the dressing room out of the corner of his eye and breathed a silent sigh of relief. He didn’t know how long he could have kept chatting with the bubbly and irritating salesgirl to keep her away. Thank God they had been relatively quick, and it was an 64

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unusually slow shopping day, or he would have had to chat up every matron and teenager who had looked remotely interested in trying clothes on.

Devi came out not five minutes later with a pile of clothes draped over her arm. As she walked closer to him, he noticed little details, like the mess of her black curls, her swollen lips, the flush on her high cheekbones and the glitter in her black eyes of unappeased desire.

“I’m going to kill your brother.”

He choked back a laugh, understanding by her crisp words that humor would not be appreciated. She sailed by and thumped the armful on the counter.

“Are you hungry yet? If not, we can walk around the mall for a while…” Jace shut his mouth when she wheeled around. The incendiary look she shot him had his cock sitting up to take notice.

“I want to go home right now.” She turned back to the cashier and fumbled her credit card out of her purse. Jace rocked back on his heels. He would have paid, but he knew she would have a problem with that. That was why he had already purchased those clothes she had deemed too expensive and stored them in the car. And a few pairs of shoes. And the odd handbag or two.

Jace didn’t mind at all that Devi wasn’t a fashionista. There shouldn’t be more than one of those in any relationship. He loved dressing her to show her off, watching her confidence bloom.

He had carefully steered her toward clothes that would let her natural beauty shine through, but still remain comfortable and suit her style.

Things were going well. The two-week time limit Devi had placed on their affair had thrown him there for a bit, but he remained fairly confident he could win both of them over. No way would Devi allow any man to stake his claim on her in a public dressing room unless she was too enthralled to complain. Though physical desire wasn’t love, it was something workable.

Jace watched her jerky movements as she stuffed her wallet back in her purse and felt a shot of fear at the thought that his brother wouldn’t come over to his way of thinking. He had just experienced one of the best nights and days of his life, thanks to the woman in front of him.

Would he be able to say goodbye to her if Marcus remained stubborn?

He couldn’t have a relationship with her by himself. The complex ball of guilt and love that had bound him and his brother together in the nightmares of their teenage years had pretty much destroyed any chance of a normal life with their own women.

But, God, what he wouldn’t do to come home to Devi at night. Her softness and sweetness were like a balm to his soul. He walked up behind her and inhaled her unique floral scent.

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“Ready?” Jace frowned at the soft chiffon skirt the salesgirl slipped into a bag. “I thought you didn’t like that skirt?”

If possible, her tan skin flushed a little deeper. “I changed my mind. You were right. I have to buy it now.”

Jace suppressed another smile. Something illicit must have happened while she wore it. Of course Devi would feel responsible for purchasing it, even if she never touched the skirt again.

She grabbed hold of both of her bags, and he promptly relieved her of them and held out his crooked arm. She slipped her hand through it. Her short unpainted nails clenched into the fabric of his shirt. “I really need to get home,” she said in a low voice.

He pressed a kiss to her soft curls. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. I think Marcus is already at the car.”

Devi released a shaky sigh. “Thank God.”

The sun shone off the silver of Jace’s car as they approached it, like a beacon to Devi’s sexually strained nerves. Every step rubbed her sensitive thighs together and she was all too aware of the points of her nipples under her dress and bra.