Black Light: Rocked
Excerpt By Livia Grant
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“Please, what, baby?”
His question was deceivingly soft in her ear.
“You know... I need...” she stammered.
“Tell me. What do you need?”
“You. Inside me,” she replied breathlessly.
“Now? In public?” She heard his uncertainty.
“Anytime. Anywhere.” In that moment, she meant it.
He sprung to his feet in a rush, scooping her up and placing her boots on the ground long enough to unfasten his own jeans and free his cock.
Sami turned towards him as he pulled her closer, fumbling to help push her pants down her legs. She couldn’t stop her giggles as they frantically worked to free her from the confines of her too-tight jeans, almost toppling over several times.
Finally naked, save her socks, Jonah urged her as he pulled her back towards the plush chair, “Back on my lap, Sami. I’m gonna take you for a bit of a ride while you watch the show.” She followed his directions just as she heard Emma’s cries, begging to be allowed to come when Chase’s cock left her mouth to let her breathe.
Sam collapsed into his lap, expecting Jonah to guide his shaft into her body. She was surprised when he took the time to situate her so her back was against his shirt so she faced the scandalous scene playing out mere feet away. He reached forward and pulled her legs as wide apart as they would go, looping each knee over their corresponding leather arm rest and exposing her completely to anyone who dared look their way.
For the first time since she’d arrived, Samantha took a minute to really take a look around her. She’d expected to find the crowd riveted to the threesome on the platform, but was uneasy to find at least half of the eyes of the room were on her and Jonah. It reminded her that the man who was Jonah to her was also the A-list celebrity, Cash Carter, to the rest of the world. Sexual excitement mingled with embarrassed reticence, creating a cocktail of emotions she’d never felt.
Jonah’s confident voice talking against the shell of her ear helped her stay connected to him when her nerves might have failed her. “Eyes on Emma. Place your hands on your legs. Leave them like that.”
Only as she moved to follow his directions did she realize she’d self-consciously covered her sex with her hands to shield herself from the voyeurs in the room. A new thread of excitement shot through her as she moved her arms to obey Jonah’s command. It was absurd that her heart physically fluttered at his “good girl” in her ear.
It was hard to focus on the scene in front of her when Jonah’s hands began their trek across her body, starting by squeezing her breasts until they almost hurt before moving lower to alternately pinch and stroke her pussy. It was unclear if it was his touch or the smoking hot sex happening only a few feet away that was responsible for her dripping wet condition. Her core clenched, desperate to take him inside her again.
She was transfixed by watching the two alpha men fucking each end of her friend in a coordinated choreography. She was so lost in the moment, she missed Jonah’s hands finally clamping into her hips and lifting her up high enough to line her up with his protruding shaft. Precisely at the same moment Chase and Jaxson leaned in to begin making out above Emma’s back was when Jonah pulled her onto his rod, impaling her deeper than he’d ever been.
Sweet pain mingled with overwhelming pleasure, making Sam feel more alive than ever before. Her body was beginning to get sore from the unfamiliar intimate attention certain virginal body parts were getting, yet Sam surrendered to the soreness, grateful for it because it proved to her that this wasn’t just a dream. Jonah was there. He was inside her. They were finally one.
He was strong, lifting her entire body up off his shaft again and again before releasing her to let her weight fall onto his erection. Each thrust brought her ecstasy like nothing she’d ever felt. She collapsed against him, her back against his hard, muscular chest while her head rolled back to lean against his shoulder. She couldn’t resist sticking her tongue out and licking a line along his scruff filled jaw.
I licked him. He’s mine.
Jonah’s gravely growl in her ear told her how close he was to coming. His thrusts into her as he lifted and dropped her were becoming erratic just as the trio in front of them lost their choreographed rhythm when the men’s kiss turned almost brutal as they stilled, buried inside Emma’s mouth and pussy until she began to gag and sputter.
Jonah’s hard pinch on her clit came as he ordered her to,
“Come for me!” Her core hugged his steel-hard rod deep inside her, tipping her into the strongest orgasm of her inexperienced sexual life.
His question was deceivingly soft in her ear.
“You know... I need...” she stammered.
“Tell me. What do you need?”
“You. Inside me,” she replied breathlessly.
“Now? In public?” She heard his uncertainty.
“Anytime. Anywhere.” In that moment, she meant it.
He sprung to his feet in a rush, scooping her up and placing her boots on the ground long enough to unfasten his own jeans and free his cock.
Sami turned towards him as he pulled her closer, fumbling to help push her pants down her legs. She couldn’t stop her giggles as they frantically worked to free her from the confines of her too-tight jeans, almost toppling over several times.
Finally naked, save her socks, Jonah urged her as he pulled her back towards the plush chair, “Back on my lap, Sami. I’m gonna take you for a bit of a ride while you watch the show.” She followed his directions just as she heard Emma’s cries, begging to be allowed to come when Chase’s cock left her mouth to let her breathe.
Sam collapsed into his lap, expecting Jonah to guide his shaft into her body. She was surprised when he took the time to situate her so her back was against his shirt so she faced the scandalous scene playing out mere feet away. He reached forward and pulled her legs as wide apart as they would go, looping each knee over their corresponding leather arm rest and exposing her completely to anyone who dared look their way.
For the first time since she’d arrived, Samantha took a minute to really take a look around her. She’d expected to find the crowd riveted to the threesome on the platform, but was uneasy to find at least half of the eyes of the room were on her and Jonah. It reminded her that the man who was Jonah to her was also the A-list celebrity, Cash Carter, to the rest of the world. Sexual excitement mingled with embarrassed reticence, creating a cocktail of emotions she’d never felt.
Jonah’s confident voice talking against the shell of her ear helped her stay connected to him when her nerves might have failed her. “Eyes on Emma. Place your hands on your legs. Leave them like that.”
Only as she moved to follow his directions did she realize she’d self-consciously covered her sex with her hands to shield herself from the voyeurs in the room. A new thread of excitement shot through her as she moved her arms to obey Jonah’s command. It was absurd that her heart physically fluttered at his “good girl” in her ear.
It was hard to focus on the scene in front of her when Jonah’s hands began their trek across her body, starting by squeezing her breasts until they almost hurt before moving lower to alternately pinch and stroke her pussy. It was unclear if it was his touch or the smoking hot sex happening only a few feet away that was responsible for her dripping wet condition. Her core clenched, desperate to take him inside her again.
She was transfixed by watching the two alpha men fucking each end of her friend in a coordinated choreography. She was so lost in the moment, she missed Jonah’s hands finally clamping into her hips and lifting her up high enough to line her up with his protruding shaft. Precisely at the same moment Chase and Jaxson leaned in to begin making out above Emma’s back was when Jonah pulled her onto his rod, impaling her deeper than he’d ever been.
Sweet pain mingled with overwhelming pleasure, making Sam feel more alive than ever before. Her body was beginning to get sore from the unfamiliar intimate attention certain virginal body parts were getting, yet Sam surrendered to the soreness, grateful for it because it proved to her that this wasn’t just a dream. Jonah was there. He was inside her. They were finally one.
He was strong, lifting her entire body up off his shaft again and again before releasing her to let her weight fall onto his erection. Each thrust brought her ecstasy like nothing she’d ever felt. She collapsed against him, her back against his hard, muscular chest while her head rolled back to lean against his shoulder. She couldn’t resist sticking her tongue out and licking a line along his scruff filled jaw.
I licked him. He’s mine.
Jonah’s gravely growl in her ear told her how close he was to coming. His thrusts into her as he lifted and dropped her were becoming erratic just as the trio in front of them lost their choreographed rhythm when the men’s kiss turned almost brutal as they stilled, buried inside Emma’s mouth and pussy until she began to gag and sputter.
Jonah’s hard pinch on her clit came as he ordered her to,
“Come for me!” Her core hugged his steel-hard rod deep inside her, tipping her into the strongest orgasm of her inexperienced sexual life.