Page 78 of Final Approach

“Permission granted,” I breathed.

His lips descended on mine and he walked me backward until my back hit the wrinkled bark of a mango tree.

“Ambrose, either join in or fuck off,” Nikki murmured between kisses as his lips trailed a path down my neck. I shuddered when his tongue pressed against my pulse point with practiced deliberation.

Ambrose. I’d almost forgotten he was there. Almost. Was it indulgent to want him close to me, so I didn’t risk losing him, too?

How would it feel, being between two men? When those two men were Ambrose and Nikki?

A rustling of leaves was the only response, and then I could no longer feel Ambrose’s presence, just my jellied body caught between two hard surfaces melting in a puddle of horny goop. I ignored the tiniest flicker of disappointment in my gut. Of course, it wasn’t going to happen. And who was I to possibly want more than Nikki in this moment?

“Good.” Nikki smiled against my neck. “I was just being polite. I want our first time to be just us. He can join later, if you want that.”

My skin had to be a deep shade of violet—every patch of exposed skin burned at the thought.

Nikki’s hands cupped my heavy breasts over the fabric of Madman’s T-shirt and his thumbs swirled over my nipples in gentle circles that sent a shockwave of need down my spine and straight into my pussy.

“Right now, I just want you.” I slowly traced my index finger down his solid shaft. His body wracked with spasms of pleasure and he grunted and thrust harder against me.

His hands traveled to the waistband of my shorts and he slipped inside the cotton, trailing teasing fingers down to my pubic bone.

“I’ve dreamed of being inside you for years, baby girl,” he groaned, thrusting his erection into my clit in emphasis, and I nearly came from its proximity.

So had I. And I wasn’t waiting another second. I tugged my shorts and panties off my hips and slid them down to my feet, stepping out of them while he continued to play with my nipples.

“Don’t dream, just do,” I whispered into the shell of his ear, and his responding growl made my toes curl in anticipation. Deep and resonant, like I was his possession.

He shoved his shorts down to his knees, and a thick, purple cock rimmed in metal sprung free and bobbed against his flat, muscled stomach. My mouth watered as I looked at it. It wasn’t my first time with a piercing, but it was the first time with so much silver.

“Have you had a pierced cock before, baby girl?” He gripped his tightly in his fist and stroked slowly upward, shuddering when he palmed the tip and tugged on the Prince Albert jutting out of the end. As he stroked himself again, the eight metallic bobbles of Jacob’s Ladder blinked back at me.

“Not this many,” I admitted, staring at it with wide eyes. “I want to know how it feels.”

Nikki’s eyes fluttered close and he licked his lips as he leisurely stroked upward again.

“Baby girl, I’m desperate to take your body and fuck it senseless until you’re delirious, but I’m afraid I’m not going to be as gentle as I’d like. Please forgive me.”

He swept me up into his arms like lifting me was effortless. I wrapped my thick thighs around his hard waist and he lined himself up to my entrance. His length brushed against my sensitive clit and I nearly bucked out of his hold.

Staring into his eyes, into his soul, I told him how I really felt.

“Nikki, fuck me. Fuck me.”

Permission granted.

He sheathed inside me in one full-length thrust that drove me so hard against the tree its ridges scraped my skin through my shirt. It was nothing compared to the stars I was seeing, and he hadn’t even moved. I seeped around him, the feeling of fullness so satisfying I could hold him between my thighs all day.

I wouldn’t get the chance though, because he pulled back out in such agonizing slowness before thrusting back in, so deeply and with just the right pressure against my clit, my walls fluttered around him in a choke hold.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, baby girl.” Nikki’s croon hitched, and I looked up to see the pain-filled eyes of violent lust burning brightly in the hazel. “I want to enjoy you, but I’m desperate to see how you look when you come.”

Another spasm, stronger and tighter. The mouth on this man. The same mouth closed over mine in a frenzied kiss as he rocked up into me, again and again. His pubic bone worked my clit into a tailspin, every bit of Jacob scraping along my walls as the Prince massaged my G spot.

Holy fuck, Nikki was good at this. His hands still played with my nipples, shooting pinpricks of pleasure down to my pussy every few seconds, spurring my pending orgasm even higher.

Every muscle from my toes to my jaw tensed, coiling with an electricity begging for release. My ankles locked around his waist as I shoved him deeper into me, and I turned so stiff from pleasure there was nothing left to do but snap.

“Nikki!” I whisper-screamed his name when I finally fell over the cliff, entirely weightless, boneless, and mindless.