Free Surrounded [Running to Love 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Allyson Young

shiver at the contact. He was so hard that he actually debated taking care of himself sooner than later, but if Jackie could hang on, so could he. He stilled for a moment. Where was the D/s in that thought? It was her job to control herself, his to teach her how to manage it. There was no need for equality, except there was. It was like being caught up in a stampede of conflicting thoughts and opinions, stripping away his hard-won control and careful routines like so much corn silk from the cob. He couldn’t say it was the most comfortable feeling, but it certainly thrilled him and made him feel so very much alive.
    He slid his other hand under her knees to stretch her shapely legs across his thighs and watched her eyes as the plug jostled. Everyone else in the room appeared intent on their conversations and plans, although he was fairly certain he and Jackie were being watched, however covertly. Alistair Frayne had joined the ranks of the fallen at long last. That fucking Max Brewster had indeed been hinting as much for the past while, and Alistair was going to have a word with the good doctor at some point. Maybe reward Max for his vision. His mouth drew up at the thought.
    “What’s that evil little grin about?”
    He pressed a kiss on her temple. “Nothing that concerns you, little one.”
    Jackie pouted, and again that plump bottom lip had him thinking carnal thoughts. He wondered if he would ever get tired of the way she tried to manipulate him, or get weary of punishing her for her efforts. Probably not.
    “I hope it was about me,” she said in a sweet, little voice.
    “It’s always about you,” he said effortlessly because in fact, it initially had been. Max just got caught in the fallout. He tamped down his tiny spurt of irritated jealousy and eased a hand under her skirt. She stiffened immediately and clamped her legs together.
    “We’re in public,” she whispered urgently. “There are rules.”
    “There are indeed, Jackie, and I set them. Now open.”
    She started to glance around, and he fixed her with a look. She was going to have to accept that he made these kinds of choices and learn he would never humiliate her or make this public because that wasn’t what she thought she needed. Not yet. She eased her legs apart sufficiently for him to move his hand to her sex. Dripping. The gusset of her panties was soaked through, and the tops of her thighs were wet with her excitement. Alistair slid a finger under the elastic and pushed it up inside her without any preliminaries, and she clamped down on him. He rotated it so that his thumb could rest over her clit and fucked in and out in tiny increments.
    “Stay still and don’t come.”
    Her eyes deepened to violet and beseeched him, her bottom lip now trembling. He kept the other members in his peripheral vision, both to ensure privacy until the time that his little nonexhibitionist became more in tune with what he expected, and to uphold those damn rules. His cock pushed urgently against his leathers, and he worked Jackie harder. Her hips hitched a tiny bit, and he growled under his breath at her, enjoying how she stilled instantly at his unspoken command. Her breasts began to lift with the increase in her breathing, and the nipples hardened into blunt little points against the silky stuff of her top. He felt the beginnings of her orgasm as her clit responded to the torment and her sheath fluttered. He carefully withdrew and hid a smile at the outraged look on her face. He put his finger to her mouth, and she obediently opened and sucked it in. He pulled it out and placed another kiss on her lips, his tongue snaking inside to taste her essence.
    “I’m going to close up now, darlin’. Hold that thought.”
     
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    She was going to expire with need. She sat without moving a muscle once ’Stair had set her legs away from him and left her to start shepherding people out the door, earlier than usual. She was afraid that there would be a wet