Mosaic Moon

Chapter 2-2

“You worry too much,” Emma teased softly. Her hand was suddenly back on his arm, and though the contact was gentle, the shock that jumped from her to him was not. Jess barely had time to register the emotion she was transmitting before her lips touched his, this kiss a little more firm, a little less platonic than before.

Jesse knew he had a choice to make. How ever he responded would entirely change the course of their relationship. But there wasn’t a single part of him that wanted to stop. He brushed the tip of his tongue across her lips, testing her, seeking access. When she parted them, he probed deeper, gradually deepening the kiss, but giving her the chance to pull away.

It was the heat of her that made his head spin. Literal heat. After so many months with only Gideon as a partner—or even all the vampires at Sangre—Emma was a swelter of sensation, her tongue fiery as he caressed it with his own, her soft breasts searing through his thin T-shirt when she leaned into his body. Her hand skimmed up his arm, over his sleeve, along his shoulder, coming to a stop at the ribbing of his collar. Tentative fingertips grazed over the small puncture wound that was exposed, and behind her, Jess heard Gideon’s sharp hiss.

“Finally getting your taste,” Gideon murmured. The leather creaked as he slid off the couch, and his hard frame pressed into Jesse’s side. “Was it worth the wait?”

Jesse could only whimper in response. It was worth the wait. He pawed at her shirt, desperate to feel her hot, smooth skin beneath his fingers. Even though he only brushed against the small of her back, it was enough to send tingles up his arms. A small voice in the back of his mind kept reminding him that this wasn’t right, but she felt right. She was right, and she felt good, and Gideon was sitting right there, allowing this to happen, allowing Jesse to deepen the kiss until their tongues were winding against each other, and that made it better.

Her hand slid around the back of his neck, her nails scratching along his scalp. “I’ve wanted to do this since we painted you,” Emma confessed between kisses. “I was so afraid you’d feel how much I wanted you then.” When his teeth caught her full lower lip, she shuddered, a strangled cry coming from her throat. “I would have done anything you’d asked then. I still would.”

Jesse’s c**k jerked, a thousand images suddenly filling his mind. Is this what Gideon felt like when Jesse promised he would do anything the vampire asked?

“No,” he murmured, drawing his mouth down her jaw. Her skin tasted different than what he was used to, sweeter, saltier. He could smell the light perfume from her soap and shampoo—something floral and intoxicating. He skimmed his teeth over her throat, then covered her neck with soft kisses. “All I could feel was how much I wanted you.”

Emma tilted her head back, baring the slender column of her neck to him. Her breath was quickening, coming in heavier and longer pants that made her breasts rise and fall against his chest. “I locked myself in the bathroom and got myself off after that. I was so wet, so ready…it didn’t take any time at all.”

At their side, Gideon chuckled. “I told you that’s what she was doing,” he teased.

Gideon’s soft words sent a chill down his spine—it wasn’t what he said, it was his familiar tone. The tone that triggered several immediate, unconscious responses in Jesse every single time. He moaned softly, acknowledging that Gideon had been right.

Jesse brought his hands around and slid them up her body to cup her breasts. They were heavy against his palms. He massaged her until her n*****s hardened, his mouth never leaving her neck. His c**k pressed against his pants painfully, and each time she shifted her weight, she pushed against his erection, sending sharp slivers of pleasure through his groin.

“You made me crazy at the museum,” he admitted against her skin.

Her chin came back down, eyes that were nearly black meeting his. The hunger that gleamed there was so familiar, softer than Gideon’s but just as hypnotic, and her swollen mouth was practically begging him to start kissing her again.

“Because I was touching you?” she breathed. She let him go, dropping her hands to his waist in order to slide them beneath his shirt. Though her fingertips barely grazed over his skin, the minute glances were enough to make his breath hitch every time they came into contact. “Is that what you want? Tell me.”

“Tell her.” The rumble of Gideon’s coaxing was like thunder on a hot summer night, rolling through Jesse to command his immediate attention. “She’s asking, after all.”

Jesse swallowed hard, his eyes darting to Gideon before returning to her face. He wasn’t accustomed to telling anybody what he wanted—that wasn’t his style. Hinting, asking, begging, but telling? But he wasn’t opposed to the idea at all.

“Yes, that’s what I want.”

He gently pushed her back, putting a few inches between them. He moved to pull his shirt over his head, but her eyes caught his, and he paused. Grasping her wrists, he guided her hands to the hem of his T-shirt. His hands covered hers, and she curled her fingers into the material and pulled it over his head.

Jesse buried his hand in her hair, palming the back of her head. “Take off your shirt.”

A sudden trembling settled in her fingers as she extricated her hand from his. Without tearing her eyes away, Emma began undoing the tiny buttons that ran down the front of her V-neck sweater, revealing inch after inch of flawless skin. Her simple bra molded over her lush breasts, drawing his attention downward, and when she slipped the top from her shoulders, her hands came up to the front clasp.

“May I take this off, too?” she whispered.

Jesse could only nod, his breath lodged in his throat. She worked the clasp free, exposing her perfect breasts. His mouth watered at the sight of her hard n*****s. He wanted to pull each one between his teeth and bite until she screamed. But everything that he wanted to do to her could wait.

“Touch me.” He took her hand and lifted it to his mouth, kissing each finger, and then placed her palm over his heart. “I want you to show me how much you want me.”

Her fingers curled into his skin, her nails creating sharp crescents that made Jesse hiss. She didn’t loosen her hold as she leaned forward, and her hair fell over her cheek when she bowed her head to draw the tip of her tongue over Gideon’s bite. The contact was fleeting, but enough to send frissons of pleasure through his blood. Letting his head fall back, Jesse closed his eyes as she drew a torturous path from the pulse point in his neck to the one in his wrist, all the while never easing her grip over his heart. He had never considered his arms an erogenous zone, but when she scraped her teeth over the heel of his hand, he decided he needed to rethink that assessment.

She ran her tongue over his palm and down his fingers, licking him delicately. He moaned, surprised by how good the simple act felt. His eyes flew open as she drew one finger into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it. She looked up, meeting his eyes boldly as she lavished his finger with her tongue, and his c**k twitched and throbbed. His lips parted as he watched her grip his hand and pull his finger out of her mouth, scraping her teeth along the rough skin, before sucking it back in.

So focused on what she was doing with her mouth, Jesse only became aware of her other hand when he felt the scratch of her nails across his lower stomach. His chest tightened as she traced first the elastic waistband of his sweats, then down, over the cotton, to outline his straining c**k. Emma didn’t stop there, sliding between his thighs to find his heavy balls, and cupped them through the fabric with just enough force to make him gasp.

She dipped her tongue in the valley between his fingers one last time before drawing back, biting at the callused tip. “I’d rather it wasn’t your finger in my mouth,” she said, her voice husky.

Jesse looked over to Gideon, who was watching them both with rapt attention. He inclined his head slightly, a small sign of encouragement. Jesse took a deep breath, every inch of his body tense, desperate to feel her mouth.

“Get on your knees,” he murmured.

She was swift to move, almost clumsy as she let him go to get into the position he demanded. Jesse rose as well, standing out of her reach to push his sweats down his hips and off his legs. The cooler apartment air was a welcome relief on his heated skin, but it was the sight of Emma, cheeks flushed, eyes glittering as they fixed on his c**k, that prompted him to reach down and fist his length, remaining out of touching distance.

She licked her lips. “Don’t make me wait. Please. Let me taste you, Jess.”

Every word sent a new wave of pleasure down his spine. The hungry light in her eyes made him shudder. From the corner of his eye, he saw Gideon shift and then unzip his pants, revealing his obvious arousal. It all combined to make him lightheaded, but it was the realization that she would wait for his word, the way he’d always wait for Gideon’s, that made fresh liquid gather at the tip of his c**k.

Gripping his c**k just below the head, he guided it toward her lips. “Have your taste, then. Lick me.”

As Emma opened her mouth, her breath fanned over him in short, hot bursts for long seconds before she dragged the flat of her tongue over the dripping tip. A groan filled the room, but Jess didn’t know if it was hers, his, Gideon’s, or maybe all three. It didn’t matter. Because she did it again, swirling her tongue around the head before going back to the end and dipping its tip into the slit.

“More,” she whispered. She looked up at him through her lashes, her mouth poised and positioned. “I need more.”

Jesse slid his hand further down his c**k, revealing less than an inch of his shaft. He guided it to her waiting mouth, knowing that he was doing nothing but tormenting both of them. He should move his hand and push his c**k down her throat, and she would take it. But he wanted her to beg for it. Unfortunately, the second her lips closed over his c**k, he almost forgot his resolve.

If he had thought the heat while kissing her had been extreme, it was nothing compared to the fiery suction now wrapped around the head of his c**k. Lifting her hands, Emma braced her palms along the top of Jesse’s thighs as her tongue curled around the sensitive tip. She stretched her thumbs to stroke along the smooth crease between his balls and his inner thigh, never easing up on the dance of her tongue around and around and around the crown. Every once in a while, she would glance across the slit, capturing the pre-come collecting there, and he would see her throat work as she swallowed it down.

“You could keep her like that for hours.” He had never even heard Gideon rise, but now the vampire stood behind Jess, his mouth at Jesse’s ear. “Look at how much she wants it. I haven’t seen greed like that since that day I asked you out for our first date. Remember? You couldn’t get on my c**k fast enough.”

Jesse did remember, very, very well. He reached around with his free hand and gripped Gideon’s hip, pulling him closer until Gideon’s c**k pressed against his ass. He had been excited, thankful, tense, eager, and he saw all of those emotions reflected in Emma’s eyes. Was it possible that she wanted him as much as he wanted Gideon? As she increased the suction, he thought the answer was yes.

“Do you want more?” Jesse asked.

Before Emma could reply, Gideon was crouching slightly behind him, lowering just enough for his c**k to slip between Jesse’s thighs. It rubbed along his balls, and Jess spread his feet to accommodate his thick length.

“Not yet,” Gideon said. “I want to see her suck on both of us first.”

Emma’s eyes widened, but the speed at which she reached through Jesse’s legs to grasp Gideon’s c**k was only rivaled by how quickly she’d gotten on her knees. With his pulse thundering in his veins, Jess changed the angle of his hold, tilting his c**k down and twisting his fingers so that the underside of his shaft was exposed to the cool skin of Gideon’s. Emma’s hand was shaking as she held them close together, dropping her jaw even further to suck both heads into her hot mouth.

The pressure against his balls from Gideon’s c**k and the amazing heat from her mouth made him throb. The small sounds of pleasure from Gideon and the soft moans of hunger escaping Emma’s throat intensified the ache. But the past year with Gideon had been more than enough to teach him about self-control, and he could ignore the impulse to do whatever it took to come.

“You know why I wanted her to do this, don’t you?” The hush of Gideon’s query was followed by his tongue swiping across Jesse’s ear. “Because in just a bit, you’re going to bend her back and f**k her face, and I’m going to use the slick left from her mouth to split your ass, boy. I can’t wait to watch our girl clean my spunk from your hole. You think her tongue feels good now? Just wait until it’s buried in your ass.”

Jesse gasped and shuddered. He couldn’t wait any more. “Swallow my c**k,” he said hoarsely. She released Gideon’s c**k, and pulled back, looking up like she expected more from him. “All the way.”

Her eyes darted over his shoulder, but before he could see what Gideon was doing, a small smile curved Emma’s mouth. Grasping Jesse’s hips, she pulled him gently forward, forcing him to follow as she leaned back against the couch. His knees came to rest on the edge, trapping her between his legs. Sliding her hands further back, she cupped each cheek of his ass and spread them wide as she tugged him the rest of the way down, opening her mouth to accommodate his c**k long before the tip touched her lips.

“That’s it,” Gideon hissed.

He pressed tight to Jesse’s back, coiling an arm loosely around his throat. It closed his airway the smallest of fractions, but that didn’t matter because Jesse lost all capability of breath at the sudden influx of sensation. Emma’s hot mouth sliding down his shaft. The blunt tip of Gideon’s c**k breaching his ass. Everything burned, from his groin to his back to his lungs.

Jesse pushed forward until Emma’s nose brushed against the root of his c**k. Her mouth was smaller than Gideon’s, and so soft. She swallowed, her throat constricting around his shaft, drawing a strangled whimper from him. Her tongue worked its way over and around his c**k. He rested his hand on the back of her head, holding her in place. It felt like he was right on the edge of exploding, and he didn’t want her to move until he knew he wasn’t going to shoot at the slightest friction. She didn’t resist him, and his c**k seemed to absorb her warmth.

He finally relaxed his grip on her head, and eased backward, pushing himself onto Gideon’s c**k slowly, each inch burning through Jesse’s body. The tip of Jesse’s c**k brushed against Emma’s mouth once Gideon was completely buried in his ass, and she caught it with her tongue, then swallowed him once again.

Jess felt like he was being torn in every direction, from the tight suction of Emma’s mouth pulling at his c**k, to the bruising strokes of Gideon’s shaft in his ass, to the growing desperation for air as Gideon tightened the hold around his neck. There was no room to make noise, but both Gideon and Emma made enough for him, groans that rocketed through his body to leave him trembling. He wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the harder he thrust into her willing mouth, the louder and more impassioned Emma got, until her nails were slicing into his skin from how hard she was gripping him.

Gideon’s mouth raked across his shoulder. The sharp sting was all Jess needed to know that he was no longer wearing his human mask.

“We’re going to have so much fun training her,” Gideon murmured. “Think she bleeds as pretty as you do?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. He simply buried his fangs deep in Jesse’s neck.

The world turned red. His own blood flowing into Gideon’s mouth, and forming in the crescents she pressed into his thigh. The image of her blood rolling down her perfect skin in long rivulets, the drops pooling together and glistening. The edges darkened as Gideon took more, and Emma moved faster. He opened his mouth to gulp for breath, but Gideon didn’t even allow that. Both hands went to the back of Emma’s head and he drove her forward on his c**k one final time before shooting his load down her throat.