He didn’t hesitate and delved his hand between them.She was so wet for him, and her clit was sensitive.Usually, it would take a lot of effort to get her off a second time this soon, but as Jarred’s fingers brushed over her lightly, she moaned and silenced the sound against his shoulder, biting hard through the shirt.
Jarred’s echoing moan just drove her higher.He wasn’t grinding against her, despite her feeling the hardness between them.His fingers focused on pulling more and more desperate sounds from her as she neared the edge that should not have been possible so fast.
“Such a generous mistress, gushing around my fingers,” Jarred whispered into her ear.His other hand made soothing circles over her lower back.“So kind, letting me make her come.You are going to come for me, aren’t you, mistress?”
“Oh, hells,” Wave moaned helplessly as his words stoked the fire inside of her.
“I think you are.Two orgasms in one day.I’m such a lucky pet,” Jarred kept murmuring.He zeroed in on her clit and started circling it quicker.Over and over and over.One finger on her clit, the other hand on her back.Wave trembled between them.
“Am I a good pet, mistress?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Wave hissed.
“Am I making you come?”
“Yeeeesh,” Wave’s hiss turned to a wail as the orgasm hit, turning her bones to jelly.Jarred immediately stilled his finger, but his other hand never stopped rubbing her lower back.
For a second, Wave wanted to cry from the warm feeling it provided.He was surrounding her everywhere, and she hadn’t felt cared for like this… ever.She buried her face against his throat and kissed every hickey.
“Good pet, very good pet,” she murmured.“Now let me take care of that aching cock of yours.”
Before she could move, Jarred rolled them again.He braced over her and shook his head.“No, precious.”
“But—”
“I need to feed you and get you into a shower.My cock can wait until you are more comfortable.”He gently pulled his hand free from her pants and kissed the tip of her nose.“If you want to reward me, take me shopping for that thing you are going to put on me.”
Wave groaned, flushed hot yet again, and groaned.
“Fine.Do you have a car?”
Jarred grinned.“Better, I have a Kawasaki Ninja.”
It turned out that it was a motorcycle that made Wave drool just a bit.It was black and blue, and Jarred had a helmet for her.Getting from Powerhouse to The Whitney House took only a couple of minutes when he remorselessly cut through the walkways.
Jarred waited patiently, or at least Wave didn’t hear him tapping his foot, while she showered and pulled on some actual clothes.Jeans, another tank top, and a cardigan that had, thanks to Chrissy, morphed from stained brown to an even black.When it came to clothes, that woman didn’t believe in hoarding her power.
She had told Jarred to pick a place to eat, and now she regretted it.She wanted burgers, preferably with triple cheese and crunchy pickles.Stepping out of her room, she tried to quell her stomach.
“Where are we going?”
Jarred was silent for so long that Wave looked up.He scrutinized her expression and then smirked.“You want something specific, don’t you?”
“No, I told you to pick,” Wave lied through her teeth.
“Spit it out, precious.”
“I don’t have anything to spit out,” she huffed.Jarred stepped closer and cupped her face between his hands.His thumb stroked over her bottom lip.
“Yes, you do.You have a very prominent pout going on in here.”
“No, I don’t!Now, where do you want to go?”
“Wayla, please, just tell me?I can’t enjoy my food if I keep thinking the whole time that you wanted something else.”
“Fine.But you tell me first what you chose.”
“Compromise, I can do that,” Jarred kissed her cheek quickly.“There’s this little café by the park in Riverbend.They do great breakfast food and a varied menu for lunch.Since the weather is nice, I thought we could sit outside on the terrace.”
