What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [48]
She almost snapped her thighs shut at the realization—but she stopped, forced herself to keep them open. She couldn’t tell Brent what she wanted, yet . . . if she could just keep her legs spread for him, well, that alone seemed like a victory right now. Seeking a distraction from her own thoughts, she took another large drink of wine, draining her cup—and like an on-call servant, Barbie was right there, leaning over Jenna in her pretty chiffon to pour more.
It was as Jenna took the first swallow that Brent’s caresses finally—finally!—advanced toward the juncture of her thighs. Oh God, yes! She parted wider, instinctively, hungry—so hungry—to be touched there. Her whole being ached and she took another large sip, this time trying to drown her need somehow, slow it, weaken it. But it made no difference—she needed sex like she’d never needed it in her life.
When Brent’s fingers finally sank into her denuded pussy, she let out a guttural moan. At last. At last!
Brent’s pleasure flowed through his lusty gaze. “Does that feel good, slave girl?”
“Yes. Mmm, yes.”
As he began to stroke her, she moved against his hand, never even thinking to squelch the urge. Yes, yes, yes.
“Keep watching my other harem girls,” he reminded her, and so she stared as the dark-skinned girl bent to eat the redhead from behind even as the redhead continued feasting on the blonde. Jenna thrust rhythmically at Brent’s hand, and she discovered she also liked looking down, seeing his large fingertips buried in her pinkness, seeing the wetness she left on his hand. She would come soon, so soon.
But then—oh Lord, damn it, no—he drew his touch away!
She instantly whimpered, to which he responded, “Relax, slave girl—I’m not going anywhere.” Thank God!
And already he was repositioning himself between her legs, stretching out on his hands and knees—after which he met her gaze to say, “Spread wide, so I can eat this pretty pussy until you come screaming.”
She sucked in her breath, but didn’t hesitate to do what he said.
And then came the hot joy that permeated her being. He licked her from bottom to top, slow, thorough, ending at her clit, which he sucked into his mouth briefly before letting it go. She cried out from the powerful pleasure bolting through her—then watched him do it again, again. Each lick produced a wild burst of heat inside her, so intense she could barely absorb it before the next arrived.
As her own moans mingled with those of other girls, she glanced from the beautifully obscene sight of Brent’s face between her legs, wet now, to the forbidden liaisons taking place all around her. She thrust at his mouth, hard. And then she grew aware of . . . other hands . . . soft, feminine hands . . . on her arms, shoulders. Like earlier, Sasha and Barbie were gently caressing her, adding to the myriad sensations already assaulting her senses.
And then one of those small, feminine touches slid to her breast and she glanced to see Sasha skimming the back of her hand across Jenna’s hardened nipple through the chiffon. She wanted to be appalled—instead she was thrilled. Her breasts ached, needing affection, and it didn’t seem to matter where it came from at this point.
When Jenna didn’t protest, Sasha lightly cupped her breast and stroked her thumb across the sensitive peak. Oh God—it felt different than when Brent or another guy touched her there; it was very clearly the touch of a woman. And it excited her to take pleasure in that, so much that she gushed with fresh moisture for Brent below.
More, please more. She needed more of everything. She couldn’t ask for it—still, damn it—but she needed it badly.
Soon Sasha caressed one of Jenna’s breasts while Barbie fondled the other, and finally, Sasha pulled aside the chiffon, sighing in delight. “So pretty,” she murmured, sweeping the other chiffon cup away as well.
Below, Brent’s licks sliced through her wildly, and their eyes met over