CHAPTER TWENTY
Finn
her was like falling off a cliff and figuring out you could fly all at the same time.
A fierce possessiveness, like I'd never felt before — a sort of raw, animal desire — burst in my chest. I growled into her mouth, clutching a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back to claim her mouth more deeply. Somewhere outside of myself, I heard another noise, a growl much like my own, and I pulled back, wrenching my lips away from hers and looked over to see Jackson watching, fists balled at his side, his eyes wide and wild.
I knew what he was feeling, because I could feel it myself. He wanted her.
I wanted her.
But what did she want?
I looked down at her. Her eyes were half lidded, as if she were in a kind of drugged and sleepy stupor. She sagged against me, and the feel her body, soft and compliant in my arms, sparked something inside of me.
"Kiss him again," I heard myself say.
Her eyelids fluttered. Was it confusion? Or was it something else? I wasn't certain. I had no idea what I was doing passing her back to Jackson like this other than... Well...
I liked it.
When he took her again, pressing his mouth to hers, sliding his hand up around her neck, I could watch her face.
I couldn't see her face when I kissed her myself.
But this way, watching them, I could see her wild eyes and the way she let her shoulders fall back. I could see the way her hair brushed her shoulders, the way her hips arched forward in a sinuous line. I could feel her when I kissed her. I could smell her, taste her, hear her.
But I couldn't see her.
And somehow, even though I knew this was completely impossible, I wanted it.
Was impossible?
Because clearly it wasn't. It was happening right now. I had tasted her, and now I could see her. I could possess her with my mouth, and then devour her with my eyes as I watched her with Jackson.
It was the most amazing fucking thing I'd ever seen in my life.
"Kiss her," I said, barely recognizing my voice. "Harder," I told him.
She let out a whimper, which was answered by Jackson's angry growl. He yanked her hair back, pulling her in closer and sliding his hand down her back. I clenched and unclenched my hands, but they were still trembling as I watched this. My whole body was vibrating with the need for him to...
To keep going.
"Put your hands on her," I demanded.
"Where should I put my hands?" Jackson murmured against her mouth.
My fists opened and shut, tracing the lines of her body from way over here. "Touch her neck," I told him.
She gasped as he slid his hand around her soft neck, his hands drifting down to her shoulders. I groaned though my clenched teeth. "Now kiss lower," I said.
Bee let out a small squeak as he brushed his lips across the pulse that beat at her throat. She sucked in a shaky breath, looking first at Jackson.
And then she looked at me.
And then Jackson looked at me.
And then I knew...
They were both waiting for me to tell them what happened next.
Slowly I rose from my perch against the table. I was harder than I'd ever been before, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants, but I didn't care that they could clearly see how aroused I was.
Bee's parted lips, and Jackson's trembling hands told me they were feeling the same way I was.
I lifted my chin, sweeping my eyes over Bee. "You're wearing too many clothes," I told her, loving the way her eyes went wide and hooded at the same time. I turned to Jackson. "Take off her shirt."
Without any hesitation, he yanked her shirt over her head, and slid his hands down her naked skin with a groan. "Fuck," was all he said.
I sucked air in between my teeth when I saw her for the first time. The soft curve of her freckled shoulder. Her pretty white tummy with the most adorable navel I'd ever seen. And... my eyes swept back up again. "Let me see those tits now," I ordered Jackson.
The speed and skill at which he unhooked her bra would have made me burst out in laughter at any other time. Now I was only impatient.
When that lacy fabric fell away, and her full, ripe breasts spilled into view, Jackson and I both made the same sound.
Her breasts were perfect. Full and heavy, topped with peachy nipples just perfect for sucking.
Which was a damn good idea, come to think of it. "Suck on them now," I told Jackson. "Gentle. Just get her used to it. Get her liking it."
Jackson bent his lips to her breasts, and I almost didn't know which one of us had it better. Him touching his lips to those gorgeous mounds, or me who was treated to the sight of her bliss. "Move your lips down," I ordered, my hands shaking. "Lower. Down, kiss her tummy. Kiss that sweet little bellybutton." I paused to let the pulse racing in my ears slow back down enough so that I could hear when I said, "Now. Go lower."
Jackson growled, hoisting Bee up onto the table. He hooked his fingers into her waistband and yanked her pants down unceremoniously.
I was watching him, so I didn't realize it at first, but all the while he was undressing her, her eyes were fixed on me. Those big brown eyes were glued to my face. Even as Jackson started kissing up the inside of her thighs. I could see every little thing that he was doing to her, and the whole time her eyes were fixed on me, and it was better than anything I'd ever fantasized. The way her chest flushed, the way her lips parted, the way her eyes widened and then squeezed shut as his tongue found its mark? Watching her fall to pieces, all while I was directing what it was that made her shatter?
This was unlike anything I had ever even dreamed was possible.
Bee's breath caught her in her throat. Her full lips fell open, and suddenly I couldn't stand it anymore. I moved to her and my lips came crashing down on hers, and suddenly she was screaming against my mouth as Jackson's tongue pushed her over the edge.