Page 53 of Burn of Obsidian

“So, my rainbow girl likes that idea.” His thumb teased her in slow circles, getting closer and closer to the heat in-between. “Is your cunt wet for me?”

She gasped, head rolling back before he tightened the hand at her throat, making sure she remained facing forward. He moved lazily, her breath hitching every time he brushed against the damp fabric. He couldn’t see the lace from his position, but he knew it would be brightly coloured. A reflection of her.

“Definitely wet,” he growled, dropping his voice until she shivered. “Tip your hips for me, little thief.” She did as he ordered, giving him easier access to the place he craved to taste. To take. To fucking ruin for everyone else.

He slipped his first finger beneath the lace, groaning at how wet she was. She was fucking soaking as he found her clit, circling around it without touching. Thea stiffened, her hips chasing his touch. She whimpered, and he made sure she continued to face her ex, to show him who she belonged to.

“He wants to be me right now,” he whispered, maintaining eye contact with Leighton as he entered her with his middle finger. “But you’re mine.”

Chapter 20

Thea

Thea couldn’t control the moan, her body trembling even as Jax’s hand tightened around her throat whenever she made a sound.

She’d never been so turned on, and Jax had barely touched her.

She wasn’t sure what to think when he’d pulled her onto his lap, spreading her legs like a whore in the middle of a club. Except she wasn’t really on display, only those beneath the tables able to see anything. And that was if they were really looking.

She was embarrassingly wet, and she knew he could feel it when he finally dipped beneath the edge of her thong. She moaned, rocking her hips to get better friction. He was teasing, bringing her closer and closer to the edge with nothing but a brush of his fingers. He hadn’t even touched her clit, which was pulsating with such need she was sure to turn feral.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Except, every time doubt crept in, Jax brought her back into the moment with his touch and with his voice.

Fuck.

His tongue should be illegal.

She felt slight pressure against her clit, and Thea whimpered, watching how Leigh’s face thundered, his eyes pinging between her face and the shadows beneath the table. Him watching Jax bring her to the edge of pleasure was intense – fucking cathartic. She’d never been so turned on with the thought of being watched.

“He wants to be me right now,” Jax said, his teeth nipping at the curve of her shoulder. “But you’re mine.”

Thea nodded like an idiot, unable to drag her eyes away as Leighton stood there and watched her pant like a bitch in heat. A single finger pressed against her entrance, and she was lost to everything but the ache.

She was aware she was still in a busy club, the music loud enough to drown out the noise of her impatient cries. Everyone around them was oblivious to what Jax was doing, lost in their own conversations. Everyone except Leigh, who continued to watch while Jax pleasured her so effortlessly in public.

“Fuck,” Jax groaned. “You’re tight.”

Her nails dug into the back of Jax’s hand, needing him to take it further, to reach the orgasm that was building far faster than she’d ever had before. There was no more teasing, the fabric of her underwear cutting into her skin before they snapped under his strength. Jax groaned beneath her, his thick finger moving back in a languorous thrust that had her clenching around him.

“That’s it, little thief; show him what a good girl you are.”

She was so close, her body tightening as he teased another finger to her centre. He pumped both inside, thumb flicking against her clit before a third finger was spreading, stretching. She tightened around the digits as he forced her closer and closer to the orgasm she needed. She no longer cared about her ex or the club. Not when Jax held her entire attention.

“Please,” she begged, teetering on the edge. He was ruthless in his thrusts, his touch a possessive brand against her skin.

“Watch him,” Jax growled, fingers pinning her forward. “Let him see how fucking beautiful you are when you come for me.”

His deeply delicious voice was what finally pushed her over the edge, the orgasm rocking through her body like a violent wave. She didn’t know how she didn’t scream, his hand on her throat, constricting, only allowing the softest exhale of air.

He finally released his grip, only for his lips to crush hers, tongue sweeping in to steal all her moans.

She’d been aware of the sexual tension between them, but she didn’t think it would be anything like that.

Bloody hell, she wasn’t even sure if she liked him.

“Thank you for the pillow,” he said, his breath feathering along her wet lips. “I look forward to proving it wrong.”

Thea blinked, her cheeks prickling with heat as she came down from her high. She’d just experienced the strongest orgasm of her life. And it was in public. With Jax.