My heart skips a beat. I thought it was intense when I couldn’t see anything while the two of us were together, but seeing the slightly unhinged look in his eyes, seeing the sense of satisfaction he gets toying with me is next level. I’m not sure I’m going to survive tonight.
His fingers dig into the fleshy bit of my ass, and he lifts me, dragging me so my bare pussy is just inches from his face. “Don’t cum,” he warns.
But even his warning makes my pussy throb. My body is so heightened. Maybe it’s being outside, or just being able to see him, or the thrill of him chasing and catching me. Or a motherfucking combination of everything that is Jagger, but I already know I’m screwed because I can’t control if I cum or not.
He lowers his face and tastes me, his tongue sending a shiver over my skin.
“Jagger,” I warn him, so on edge already.
That only makes him laugh, and I feel his enjoyment vibrate right through me. He sucks my clit into his mouth, playing with me in the best way possible.
My bound hands grab at the grass, trying to find something I can hold on to as he eats me. The warmth of his tongue circling, licking, tasting me as he runs it over my pussy. He is some sort of pussy-eating champion. I have died and gone to heaven.
His hands dig into my thighs as he spreads them wider, then I feel him at my core, pushing two fingers deep inside me.
I cry out, not able to help it. The sudden fullness nearly tips me over the edge. “Jagger, you’re not playing fair,” I whimper.
He pulls back from me just a little, his teeth grazing my sensitive skin. “Did you, when you ran from me earlier?”
I gape back at him, knowing there is no way I can answer this question without digging myself a deeper hole. “Why can’t I touch you?” I gasp out instead, trying to give myself a second to calm down before he pushes me to the edge.
His eyes narrow, and I think for a split second he will answer me, but he pulls his fingers out of me then pushes them back deep inside, this time three of them, his thumb moving to roll over my clit. He watches my face as he toys with me, and all I can do is moan and pant and try not to tip over the edge.
“Asshole,” I grumble when it’s clear he won’t enlighten me. He’s impossible, and he knows it. My legs start to tremble, and sweat drips down my forehead. “Please, Jagger,” I cry, knowing I can’t do it for much longer. I want the explosion, the fireworks, the crazy, unbelievable way he makes me feel when I fall apart. It’s like nothing else, and as much as I try, it’s the only thing I can think about.
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum.” My voice shakes out of me.
More controlled pumps in and out of me as he watches me. His lips twist, and I think he’s going to let me, but then he pulls his fingers free. “Naughty brats like you, flower, don’t get to cum until I say so.” He brings his fingers up to my mouth and shoves them inside. “Lick them clean.”
They taste of me, and I know right now I should be mortified, but I’m not. This is hot. Tasting how turned on I am for him only makes me want him to take me further into his depraved world of fun.
When he’s satisfied I have cleaned his fingers for him, he pulls them free. They glide down my body. Taking two handfuls of my dress, he tugs it up and over my head. The soft silky fabric gets caught on my arms where he has me bound at the wrists, and he leaves it there all bunched up. He grins as his eyes rake over my practically naked body. Then, he reaches around behind me and unhooks my bra and drags it up my arms, stopping with my dress above my head, his warm hands cupping my breasts. I shiver as my nipples harden under his touch, the cool night air making my skin feel even more sensitive. His hands are rough and calloused but not unpleasant as he plucks at me. It’s a delicious torture, one that has my body begging for more.
“Why can’t I touch you?” I ask again to distract myself from what he’s doing to me as much as anything.
He hovers above me, all-powerful and loving it. His dark lust-filled eyes lock with mine in a way that disarms me and leaves me regretting my question. “Not every request has to have a reason as to why,” he responds.
“But this one does. I can tell,” I push, not ready to let this go. I’m desperate to know more about him, crave it even.
His lips form a thin line then he kisses me savagely. Not that I’m complaining, Jagger’s kiss is like no other and instantly turns myinsides to liquid. I kiss him back, opening my mouth for him as he plunges his tongue deep inside. He tastes like me in a way that makes me feel crazy. Then his fingers twist and pluck at my nipples, and I forget what I was supposed to be doing.
I cry into his mouth as my body convulses under his. My hips bucking off his jacket to meet his jeans-covered legs. I want more. I need more. My pussy is dripping with my arousal.
He slowly pulls back from our kiss, his teeth scratching my bottom lip as they sink into it. “So fucking naughty, aren’t you?”
I shake my head. “You’re just mean,” I snap back, my words trembling out.
A dark chuckle comes from him, vibrating through the night like the call of a wild animal. “You haven’t seen mean yet, sweetheart, but if that’s what you want.”
I shake my head faster.
He pulls back from me and helps me to turn over so I’m on all fours.
“Jagger.” I whisper his name as a plea, but the truth is, I’m so far gone right now, he can do what he wants with my body.
His hand comes down on my bare ass, and I jump and yelp, the sudden sting shocking me. Then, I feel his body pressing over mine as his lips come to my ear. “How’s your math?”
