Page 11 of Pervade Montego Bay

Thiswas true passion—what he was doing with the bow, the way he controlled each tilt, each draw of the strings that rippled along sensitized flesh, easing apart my folds to caress my clit, causing my back to arch.

James set the bow on the table to my right and leaned over me. “Stay like this. Don’t move. Keep that cunt on show.”

His words were depraved and yet my sex clenched in need because of them. James’ degradation was filling me with an aliveness I craved.

How long would he leave me like this?

Raising my head, I looked over at my underwear on the floor and considered hopping off and getting dressed before he came back.

Yet my body refused to move. That stickiness between my thighs revealing just how aroused I was. Those ripples within proving what I hoped might happen when he returned. My mind racing with what he and Xavier had done in this very room.

My gaze snapped over to the phone that was within reach.

And then James kicked the door open. He carried in an open bottle of Dom Perignon and two crystal glasses, giving a nod of approval when he saw I hadn’t moved from how he’d left me. He poured champagne into two glasses and set one of them on the table next to the bottle. I made a mental note not to thrash around and knock them over.

James took a sip of his drink and closed his eyes in appreciation. Then he dipped his fingertip into the bubbles and brought it up to my lips.

I suckled his finger, tasting the sweetness, my lips parting to let him press in further and trace along my tongue. Then he lifted his glass and poured a trickle of champagne over my chest and leaned in to lap it up, his tongue circling my nipple.

I watched him tip his glass and pour the entire contents over my sex. It splashed and went everywhere. He placed the glass down on the table and then grabbed my thighs to pull me toward him. Leaning low, he began suckling up what he’d poured and ravishing me with such an obsession that the pleasure felt overwhelming.

“Oh, God!”

“I’m your God.” James’ warm breath brushed over me.

“Did you do this to Xavier?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes, and then…” James stood up straight. “I fucked him on this table.” His finger explored my entrance and it made me jolt.

He unzipped his jeans and placed the tip of his cock at my pussy, easing the tip in a little. He reached for the second glass of champagne and sipped from it. With him tapping my vagina with his erection and sipping bubbly this was as decadent as it was arousing. I watched the way his mouth met the glass, the way he swallowed the sweet liquid, giving a small sigh as he did.

Remnants of the liquid trailed between my folds and then I felt the sticky dampness between my ass cheeks. One thrust and he was inside me. I gritted my teeth against the tension of his penetration, squeezing my muscles around the delicious length of him.

He took a sip from his glass, staring down at me with a curious focus. “Xavier knows I’m inside you.” His left thumb pressed my clit and circled. “I’m sure he’s also guessing that I’m preparing you for a good fuck.”

“Maybe it will turn him on,” I taunted.

“Undoubtedly.”

James shoved his hips forward and slid all the way in. “As Xavier remembers everything, he’ll be able to imagine what this feels like.”

“Only you fucked him in the ass.”

He set the glass down. “Of course.”

“It’s like he’s here,” I whispered.

James stilled. “Yet it’s my dick inside you, Emily.”

“I hope he finds me.”

“Let’s hope he takes his time.”

He looked even more dangerous…feral even, as he pulled all the way out then began a slow steady fucking. The fullness was almost too much to bear, the tension unyielding and yet blissfully sensual.

“Please…”

“Breathe, Em,” he said softly.