He rolled his eyes, sitting up and putting his feet on the floor. Before I could spit out another attempt at getting him to talk to me, a hand came down on my elbow.
Jacob took my drink away, leaning against me. The two of us bent over the back of the couch. “You know,” he said, petting my arm in all its delicate places. “Kite might be stuck pouting. It could be impossible to cheer him up. As for me...” The edge of his smile was wicked. “I'm more than willing to let you make me feel better, Marina.”
With slow insistence, Jacob cupped my face and brought his nose to mine. From my angle, I could see nothing but the centers of his pupils.
The heavy mood wasn't gone, it had just become tainted with Jacob's suffocating lust.
He pushed aside sadness and filled the gap with his electric existence. It was as naturally as the sun rising.
I had time to speak.
I didn't bother.
His lips came down, brushing over my own. Soft flesh rubbed together, the sensation buttery, making my knees quiver. It wasn't even a kiss. Overripe pleasure heightened my senses to a breaking point.
My small moan floated free. Jacob tensed, nails gliding up my arms and down again. He was exploring every bit of me that wasn't an obvious erogenous zone. His ability to leave me stumbling was frightening.
I loved that he knew how to do this to me. The power he had, it was so easy to fall into him and see the ways he could make my thighs clench together before even giving me a single kiss.
“Is that nice?” he asked, pressing his thumb to my bottom lip. He exposed the wet inside, licking across it. Soon, he inserted two fingers, grazing them over my delicate tongue.
I didn't want him to stop. Talking would get in the way.
Opening my eyes, I looked at him and begged with my stare. I saw his smirk, but near me, I saw something else.
Kite was sitting up, a mere hand's reach away and full of strained attention. Whatever black mood that had engulfed him was dimming. He, too, was quick to get lost in this carnal bliss. It was better here. No death, no loss.
We could explore our desires without wondering if tomorrow would even come.
Dropping my purse, I reached to slide my hands under Jacob's shirt. His fingers captured my wrists, pulling my arms to my hips. “Tsk,” he laughed. “Not so fast. I want to go slow. I want to savor every minute of this.”
I groaned at being foiled. My fanfare increased as he put his mouth on my throat. One hand held my wrists, the other tugged my hair until I was arching. His teeth scuffed downward, harmless but lifting prickles of desire.
It took forever for him to reach the indent on my shoulder. By the time he did, my skull was ringing.
“I have an idea,” Kite said. I was panting, eyeballing him as he got off the couch. To my delight, he removed his shirt. Kite walked around and joined us, but my joy was short lived.
There was a glimmer of something painful in his expression. He wasn't the smiling man I knew. Then everything vanished, his shirt wrapping around my eyes to serve as a blindfold.
Jacob breathed out, amused. “Good idea. Let's take this further.” His lips touched the vein pumping madly along my neck. He released me, leaving me stranded without sight. Cloth ruffled, my senses becoming more aware the longer I was blind.
Palms explored my stomach—I didn't know who they belonged to. My white shirt was ripped up and over, baring me to the room. I was disoriented, gasping nervously.
Silk grazed my arms. Tender, sweet... I knew it was Jacob's tie.
In one sharp motion, my arms were bound at the small of my back.
This was getting out of control. “Guys?” I said, turning my blackened vision side to side. I didn't know where they were, but their breathing was loud. “Okay. Listen. I've seen bondage before, but—”
“Shh,” Jacob said. He had moved behind me, one fingertip making an expedition down my spine. “Trust us.”
Trust them?
I still... couldn't.
Impeded as I was, I couldn't stop whoever had suddenly scooped me into their arms. We were moving, the solid body hugging me tight. That whiskey smell, was it Kite holding me?
Muscled arms set me down, my cheek rubbing on satin. Springs squeaked, everything that I touched was luxurious. This was Jacob's bedroom. It had to be.
Unidentified fingers slid my jeans down my legs. I could feel every thread of the expensive blanket that was under me. The mattress shifted from the weight of someone kneeling. With my hands knotted uselessly beneath me, I leaned towards where I thought the person was.
My hair was bundled up, guiding me until my cheek bumped the firm, warm flesh of what was obviously a thick cock. But whose? The owner was insistent, nudging the plump tip against my lips. The scent, the texture, it all went to my head and made me foggy.
Wetting my mouth, I nuzzled the length and felt it get firmer. My tongue ran in circles, gliding over every vein. Dipping my head, I let the shaft fill my mouth until I worried I couldn't handle it. Having no hands made this rough, it put me at the mercy at whoever held my hair.