Chapter 7

The slow, sensual glide, the heat, made Annette’s head spin. She thought she’d fall over when Joanna lifted her onto the counter, but the woman effortlessly held her in place as she laved around one nipple, then the other with her tongue.

Women always gave her breasts the right kind of attention, knowing how every lick, suck, and bite felt themselves, but none had used that knowledge to torture her with such languorous ecstasy before. Her nipples hardened into sensitive little nubs, aching for each touch. Her breasts tingled with the onslaught of sensation, the light brush of Joanna’s lips traveling from the underswell where she found a spot that made Annette tremble and moan, straight to her clit. Every nerve between her thighs seemed to light up, like the attention to her breasts was the trigger to an electric pulse, growing more powerful every time Joanna grew closer to her nipples.

But she avoided them for the most part, and it was driving Annette insane. She wanted to rake her fingers into Joanna’s hair and guide her mouth to them. Make her suck on her nipples until she came. No one else had every gotten her to climax from nipple stimulation alone, but she’d managed it with herself once.

Just once, and she’d been wanting that again since.

Joanna chuckled the second Annette lifted a hand toward her. “That’s not how we play this game, sweet girl.”

Annette groaned, tipping her head back as Joanna resumed her torture, skimming her teeth around her areola. A current zipped down to her core. “Oh fuck… I can’t.”

“You can.” Joanna covered Annette’s breasts with her hand, which kept the sensations simmering so much Annette squirmed. An evil smile on her lips, Joanna began to message, while glancing over her shoulder at Connor. “You’ve been very well behaved. You deserve a treat. Join me.”

Oh god. Annette shivered as Connor rose, not sure she could handle another minute of what Joanna was doing, never mind adding him. Still fully dressed, Connor crossed the small space in only a few strides, but it seemed to take forever. The lust in his eyes, combined with a patience she wouldn’t have credited him with, had her clenching her thighs with need.

He wasn’t in a rush, wasn’t trying to get off as quickly as possible. Was Joanna setting the pace doing it, or was he always so contained? Annette wanted to push him a little. See him as desperate as she was becoming.

“Connor…” She wet her lips and his gaze locked on her mouth. “Do you like this?”

Inhaling roughly, he nodded. “I wanted you to enjoy your game.”

“Our game.”

“Yes.” He moved closer. “Seeing her control you is fucking hot. I didn’t know I was into that.”

Annette shuddered as Joanna cupped her breasts, drawing semi-circles under her nipples with her thumbs. “Neither did I.”

“You’re not the only one.” Joanna gave Annette a sly smile, then nodded to Connor. “Shirt off, pet. We could use some eye candy.”

Connor’s cheeks reddened, and his jaw hardened, but he removed his shirt without a word. Annette’s breath caught as she drank in every hard muscle of his chest, his arms, and the cut of his abs, which were more like an eight pack. Light golden brown hair trailed the center of his tanned chest, all the way down to the deep V of his pelvis where his jeans hung just low enough to make the synapsis in her brain stop firing.

What was it about that part of a man’s body that messed with a woman’s reasoning? She wanted to run her hands over him. See if his skin was as smooth as it looked. His muscles as hard. And that V? Fuck, she wanted to trace it with her tongue and watch him writhe under her as she drove him crazy.

“Very nice.” Joanna reached out, curving her hand around the back of Connor’s neck. “Now, distract her for me.”

Distract? Annette gasped as Connor closed the distance between them, raking his fingers through her hair and taking her lips. That composure she’d seen was gone. His kiss matched the urgency she felt in the racing of her heart, her panting breaths, her whimpers as Joanna’s mouth returned to her breasts.

His tongue tangling with hers didn’t distract her at all. The heat of his mouth intensified the hot suck on her left nipple. She brought one hand up to his shoulder to steady herself as her hips jutted forward. He dropped his hand to her side, taking a firm hold on her waist, lips never leaving hers.

Teeth lightly pressed against her right nipple and her whole body shook as pressure built within. Sharp little cries escaped her lips and she could do nothing but inhale and exhale with him as he rested his forehead against hers.

Circling her nipple with her tongue, then sucking lightly before circling again, Joanna brought her hand to Annette’s other breast. She rolled her nipple between her fingers lightly, increasing the pressure more and more until the zings of electricity set off like lighting striking a power line. Her whole body shook and she dug her nails into Connor’s shoulder as her core clenched down on nothing.

Before the violent pleasure faded, Joanna whispered something to Connor and he shifted out of reach, but only for a moment. He returned, and Annette found herself being laid back on a soft surface. A cushion on the counter. The counter wasn’t long, but Joanna had lifted her hips off them. Placing Annette’s knees over her shoulders, she ran her hands down Annette’s thighs as though to prepare her.

Then she flicked her tongue right over Annette’s clit.

Back bowed, Annette cried out as that evil tongue slipped between her folds, pressing into her, then travelling back up to her clit. Even though her pussy had gotten no attention before all the nerves seemed over stimulated.

“Fuck, oh fuck!” Annette’s eyes tears as she teetered close to the edge of another orgasm. But it was too soon. She wouldn’t come again this fast. “I can’t!”

Joanna laughed, licking her long and slow. “You will. I’m a patient woman, sweet girl.”

If what Joanna had done with her breasts had been torture, Annette had no words for this. A strangled keening sound escaped her and she trembled uncontrollably.

Connor took her hand, leaning over her and smoothing her sweat slicked hair away from her face. He smiled as he bent down to kiss her in a way that contrasted with the violent pleasure overtaking her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

Annette shook her head, sure her tears were making a mess of the makeup Kace had put on her. “All smeared up and falling apart?”

A finger penetrated her, curving up.

“Ah!” More tears and her lips parted as the tremors within build up and up, pitching her so high she tightened her grip on Connor’s hand. “Don’t stop!”

Another finger, sliding in and out, hitting that same spot.

Connor bent down, whispering in her ear. “Beautiful in every way. But there’s nothing like watching you come apart. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of seeing it. I don’t think I’ll be happy until I can put that look on your face. Until I can make you scream the way she does.”

The scream came as the world split in two. White spotted her vision and she bucked, almost dragging herself off the counter. But Connor held on to her.

Her climax came hot and wild, flowing through her with wave after wave of aftershocks. All her muscles tensed and her heartbeat seemed to fill the silence as she rode the pleasure until it drained her completely.

She was carried to a bunk. Not hers, but she didn’t care. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations that lingered long after she heard Joanna and Connor return to the lounge area.

When she finally opened her eyes she could see Connor on his knees, his head between Joanna’s thighs. Joanna had her hand fisted in his hair, and Annette could hear the soft wet sound of him finger fucking her as he used his mouth to pleasure her.

I should join them…Annette began to sit up, but her bones were liquid. And Joanna was already letting out a throaty moan as she came.

Standing, Joanna patted Connor’s cheek. Said something Annette couldn’t make out.

Then she fixed her clothes and left.

Annette pressed her eyes closed, expecting Connor to follow. Instead footsteps came across the bus, stopping by her side.

“Got room in there for me?”

Peeking up at him, Annette smiled. “You’re staying?”

“If you want me to?” He sounded uncertain. “I… Maybe I should go. We had fun, right?”

“I did. Get in here. I’m not done with you.” Annette scooted back. Then groaned as she spotted the River Phoenix poster tapped to the wall at the foot of the bed. “Figures I’d end up in North’s bed.”

Connor chuckled as he lay on his side next to her. “Does that bother you? He’s not here.”

It almost felt like he was, but Connor was right. This was just a bed. And only North’s temporarily. Maybe she should move to her bunk, but fuck it. Petty as it was, she still remembered a time or two when she’d found another woman North wanted a do-over with sleeping in her bed.

The asshole.

“Damn, he’s really fucked with you, hasn’t he?” Connor braced his head on his hand, elbow on the bed. “I’m impressed you still sing together so well.”

“The music is more important than the drama between us.” Annette wrinkled her nose, hating that they were talking about him after what they’d experienced together.

Well, what she’d experienced.

“Enough about him. You got nothing.” She rolled toward him, tracing her finger down his stomach. “Let me fix that.”

Catching her wrist before she could undo his pants, he shook his head. “I don’t want you doing anything because you think you owe me. Besides, Joanna gets all the credit.”

Annette frowned, meeting his eyes. “And you repaid her for me.”

“No. I wanted to taste how hot you’d made her. She was so close after making you come so hard.” His lips curved. Then his forehead creased slightly. “That didn’t bother you, did it? I wasn’t thinking at the time, but we were in this together.”

She cupped his cheek, grinning. “Are you asking if I’m jealous after you had to stand there and watch her with me for how long?”

“No. Maybe?” He shook his head. “And we’re not together, so I guess…” He held his tongue between his teeth, expression thoughtful. “But are you?”

Damn, he was sexy cute when he was confused. And she didn’t blame him for not knowing what to make of all this. Most women didn’t have random threesomes. Not that this really counted… Or did it? She’d had threesomes before. Sucked a guy’s dick while he ate out another woman. Or using her mouth on a woman while she was being fucked. Never two guys at once. One after another, but she hadn’t enjoyed that.

The only time she’d had regrets. Both she and North had gotten plastered while surrounded by groupies in his hotel room. She probably shouldn’t blame North for that, but how quickly he’d abandoned her had hurt. He’d been all sweet and seductive, then lost interest in her and the two guys he’d brought along. There were four or five sexy women she’d thought they’d share. He fucked them all. Fucked one of the guys.

She might as well have stayed in her own room. Instead she’d been practically passed out with one guy on top of her. Then another.

Her stomach turned and she forced the image out of her head.

“I don’t get jealous.” She chewed on her bottom lip. “I just…if we’re having fun, don’t forget about me?”

Hell, why had she said that? He hardly knew her. He didn’t owe her a thing.

But he stroked her hair and leaned in to kiss her. “Not sure that’s even possible.”

She laughed, because that was exactly what she wanted to hear, but she wasn’t stupid. “It really is. Sorry, I’m being all weird.”

“I don’t think so.” He rested his head on the pillow, close to her, eyes slowly drifting shut. “And this is a nice change for me too. I don’t feel like you’re done with me.”

Looked like she wasn’t the only one who’d felt used. She watched him as his breathing slowed, thick black eyelashes laying on his cheeks, his boyish face relaxed. For all she knew, he’d be a completely different man tomorrow.

But tonight all she could think of was his soft lips. How he’d been willing to play her game without judgment. How he’d danced with her. How he’d kissed her.

How he hadn’t walked away when the fun was over.

He wasn’t like any man she’d ever known. She liked having him close.

She reached out and gently brushed her hand over his soft, golden brown hair.

“I’m not done with you, Connor.” She lay her head on the pillow beside him. “Not even close.”