Chapter 225: 225 | A Lesson in Sensation
I kissed her inner thigh, soft and slow, and felt her leg twitch under my mouth. The skin there was warm and smooth, and I took my time exploring the sensitive flesh, working my way higher with each press of my lips.
"Jace," Naomi whispered, her voice already shaky.
I glanced up at her face. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her bottom lip caught between her teeth like she was trying to hold something back. The shell necklace from her mother sat crooked against her collarbone, rising and falling with each rapid breath.
I closed my eyes and just savored her. The taste of her skin, the way her muscles jumped when I hit the right spot, the scent of vanilla body wash mixed with something that was just Naomi. This girl who’d been the first person to look at me like I was worth something, who’d trusted me when I was dying and desperate, who’d let me drink from her body without flinching.
My conscience tried to rear its ugly head, reminding me that I was still playing a game here, still building a network, still counting points and days. I told it to fuck off. Just for tonight, I could pretend this was real.
I pressed a kiss right at the junction where her thigh met her center, and she made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.
Belle shifted on the bed beside us, and I heard the wet sound of her hand moving between her own legs. She’d spread herself out against the pillows, one hand working her clit while the other gripped the sheets. Her amber eyes were locked on us, watching every move I made with that calculating stare of hers.
"Don’t stop," Belle said, her voice husky. "She likes it when you tease."
I smirked against Naomi’s skin. Of course they’d discussed this too. The Managing the Milk Vampire group chat was apparently a wealth of tactical information.
I kissed higher, my mouth getting closer to where Naomi needed me most. Her hips shifted, trying to bring herself to my mouth, but I held her thighs down with firm hands.
"Patience," I murmured against her heated skin.
"Jace, please." Her voice cracked on the word.
I finally gave her what she wanted, dragging my tongue through her in one long, slow stroke. She tasted sweet and clean, and the sound she made was pure desperation. Her back arched off the mattress, and her hands flew to my hair, fingers digging into my scalp.
I did it again, slower this time, using the flat of my tongue to maximize the contact. She whimpered, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. I could feel her trying to hold the sounds in, her whole body going tense with the effort of staying quiet.
"Let it out," I told her, pulling back just enough to speak. "Nobody’s gonna hear you."
"The whole hotel’s gonna hear her," Belle corrected, her hand still moving between her legs. The wet sounds of her touching herself created a rhythm in the background.
Naomi’s blush spread from her cheeks down to her chest, turning her brown skin darker. "Belle, stop."
"Make me," Belle shot back, then moaned as her own fingers hit a good spot.
I returned to my work, sealing my lips around Naomi’s clit and sucking gently. She made a strangled noise, her hips bucking against my mouth. I used my hands to spread her wider, getting better access, and felt her entire body shudder.
"Oh god," she gasped. "Jace, I—"
I flicked my tongue rapidly against her, and the words dissolved into a high, desperate sound. Her fingers tightened painfully in my hair, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to fall apart. I wanted to feel her come against my mouth and know that I’d put her there.
I slipped two fingers inside her while keeping my mouth on her clit, curling them upward to find that spot that made her see stars. It didn’t take long. She was already so wet, so ready, her body primed from watching Belle earlier.
"There," she gasped, her voice breaking. "Right there, don’t stop."
I didn’t. I kept my fingers right where they were, applying steady pressure while my tongue worked her clit in quick circles. Her thighs started shaking on either side of my head, and I knew she was close.
Belle was watching us with heavy-lidded eyes, her own breathing ragged as she touched herself. "She’s about to come," Belle observed, her voice rough. "Look at her face. God, that’s hot."
Naomi’s eyes flew open, meeting mine over the plane of her body. The connection sent electricity through me. She looked wrecked, desperate, beautiful.
"Come for me," I told her, my voice muffled against her skin.
That did it. She came with a cry that started quiet and built into something louder, rawer, her whole body seizing. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around my fingers, and I kept working her through it, drawing out every aftershock until she weakly pushed at my head.
"Stop, stop, too much," she gasped, her legs still trembling.
I pulled back and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Naomi lay boneless against the pillows, her chest heaving and her eyes glazed. Pink and black hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, and her lips were parted as she tried to remember how breathing worked.
"Your turn," I said, looking at Belle.
She’d stopped touching herself to watch Naomi fall apart, and now she smiled at me with those sharp amber eyes. "I want it different."
"How?"
"On my back," she said, already shifting position. She sprawled across the mattress, her blue hair fanning out around her head like she was posing for some kind of depraved photoshoot. "And I want you to use that Sensory Hijack thing."
"What do you want me to make you feel?" I asked, moving between her legs.
She bit her lip, actually looking uncertain for half a second. "Surprise me."
