I Spy a Wicked Sin by Jo Davis Page B

harsh sounds breaking in her throat.
    Not good enough. He wanted her mindless, all her control lost. So he fastened his mouth to her sex and began to suckle, ate her like a five-star banquet, relentless.
    She began to vibrate in his hands, writhing. “Oh, shit! Jude, yes!”
    He didn’t let up and she bucked wildly, screamed so loud his ears rang. Salty- sweet cum splashed over his tongue and he devoured all she had to give.
    “Fuck me!” she cried. “Please, fuck me!”
    Lowering her once more, he groped for the foil packet, tore it open, and covered himself. Then he hooked her legs over his shoulders and impaled her in a single smooth glide.
    Tamara was beyond coherent speech at this point, just what turned Jude on the most—a lover who was totally under his control, his to play with, fuck without mercy. Whatever he desired.
    And Lily was still there. Riveted. He couldn’t say how he knew, he just did. Her presence was palpable, the air supercharged. He could almost smell her arousal, and it brought out the feral male animal in him. Mastering one lover while another observed, hidden in the shadows.
    He pumped his slick length into her with steady strokes, holding back his orgasm as long as possible. His cock was on fire, balls tight and on the verge of detonation.
    “Fuck,” he muttered. “Goddamn! Can’t hold back . . .”
    Giving in, he hammered into her, plunging deep. The storm built, the familiar buzz starting at the base of his spine. His balls drew up and he exploded with a shout, filled her with his cum. He held himself seated to the balls until the spasms receded, leaving him empty. Satisfied.
    And boneless, too. Smiling, he lowered her to the bed again, leaned over, and ran a hand up her arm, to her shoulder. When he found her face, he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
    “Thank you, Tamara. You are amazing.”
    “Me? No way. You fucked me stupid.” A yawn punctuated the statement.
    “Stay for a while longer? Take a nap?”
    “Then go for round two?”
    “Give me a bit to recuperate, and you’re on.”
    He sat up and removed the condom, tied it off, and tossed it in the direction of his clothes. He’d take care of it, and any others, later.
    Much later. Spooning to Tamara’s back, he realized he no longer sensed Lily’s presence. Irrationally, he felt a little disappointed that she hadn’t stayed. Maybe even joined them.
    Good grief, give the woman a break! Her first day here and she walks into a lion’s den.
    He ought to consider himself fortunate that Lily was sexually open and hadn’t already packed and run for the hills.
    She wouldn’t, either. He knew she was intrigued and would stay to build her place here.
    And one day soon, she wouldn’t be on the outside looking in.

    Lily stood riveted, entranced by the sight of Jude’s big body quivering over Tamara’s. His thick cock buried in her pussy, the woman’s long legs dangling over his muscled back.
    He pulled out of his lover and Lily retreated into her room, hand over her pounding heart. She’d never witnessed anything so . . . so raw . Untamed.
    And completely unrepentant. He’d known Lily was there. She’d made a noise and he’d turned his head slightly to the side, lips curving into a wicked smile. He hadn’t faltered. Instead, he’d ravished the other woman like a starving man, with double the fervor.
    Over and over, Lily’s mind replayed Jude undressing her. Sucking her nipples. When Tamara had gone down on him, Lily longed to be the one taking his cock into her mouth, deepthroating him, pushing him to the edge. She could practically taste his earthy flavor, the salt and musk of him.
    And when he’d spread the other woman wide and feasted on her . . . Lily shivered. In all her travels, all her dealings, she’d never played the voyeur before today. Spied on people who were breaking the law, yes. Not on people having sex. Never cared to because, to be honest, most of the men she ran across during her assignments just