The vague, disjointed thoughts are all I can manage right now as I struggle to hold onto what’s left of my sanity. I’m dimly aware that I’m spread out naked on the fucking bar and I can sense Jazz’s heated gaze roaming over my body as he looms above me, but for the most part my world has narrowed to the finger he’s currently torturing me with.
I love it when my taint gets a bit of attention, and it’s something I often incorporate when I’m jerking off. But the area farther back has always been strictly off-limits; until Jazz started sliding his finger around the edge of my hole and turned me intoa mindless wreck, incapable of anything but writhing around and moaning wildly.
I desperately need to come. My cock is fuckingaching, and I’m pretty sure if I don’t get some release soon there could be permanent damage. But as intoxicatingly pleasurable as Jazz’s teasing is, I know it’s not going to be enough to get me to my climax.
Which is probably the point.Sadistic fucking bastard.
“Please…” I groan desperately.“Please…need to come…”
“But I’m having so much fun watching you whore it up for me,” he taunts. “I’m not ready for itto end just yet.”
I shake my head from side to side. “Won’t end…”
He lets out a soft laugh. “It ends when you come, dirty boy.”
I shake my head again. “Always a whore.”
He smirks at me. “I’m going to remind you of that later, bunny.”
Before I can summon a response to that, I feel Jazz’s finger slip from the edge of my hole to the opening. He presses down firmly on my entrance as though it’s a freakin’ elevator call button, and the unexpected sense of pressure has my eyes rolling back as my thoughts are once again sent scattering.
As he alternates between skimming the edge and pressing against the opening I can’t stop myself from shamelessly bucking against him. Fuck, I need more. Hoveringat my entrance isn’t enough. I need him to push inside. I need more of that pressure.
“More,”I beg breathlessly. “Please…need more. Put it in me. Need it…”
Contrary as ever, instead of giving me what I’m sure is something both of us want Jazz pauseshis teasing. He takes a firm grip of my thigh with his free hand to put a halt to my frantic movements while his finger rests in my crease, just below my hole.
“No!” I groan in frustration, thrashing my head around and making a futile attempt to break his iron-like grip of my thigh. We’re pretty well-matched for size and strength, but the fact that I’m on my back while he’s standing upright puts him at a major advantage. Defeated, I slump back and hit Jazz with a beseeching look. “Please…I need it.”
He arches a brow at me, lips curved in a familiar smirk. “You need what, exactly?”
“Your finger…want it in me.”
His eyes gleam devilishly and the cocky grin grows wider. “Is the filthy whore begging to befucked?”
The questionprompts my face to flush furiously but I don’t hesitate with my response. “Yeah, that’s it—fuck me. Use me like a cheap whore. Want to be fucked so bad…” His grip on my thigh has relaxed a little and I take the opportunity to jut my hips up in brazen invitation. “Get in deep,” I ramble on a breathless gasp. “Make it hard and dirty…want to feel it for days…”
“Are yousure my finger is the appendage you want inside you, dirty boy?” Jazz taunts with a soft laugh. “I’d hate to leave you unsatisfied…”
My bodystills and I look up at him with a disgruntled pout. “You love leaving me unsatisfied. Fucking sadist.”
He snorts with amusement. “Well, I thought about trying the warm and fuzzy approach but then I remembered this is S&M and seeing as how you’re a masochistic creep who fucking loves being psychologically and emotionally tormented I figured I should probably stick to being a sadistic creep who’s uniquely skilled at tormenting you.”
“You forgot the physical and sexual torture,” I grumble.
His mouthcurves into a Cheshire Cat grin. “Oh, I could never forget that part, bunny—why don’t you tell me again how badly you want me tofingeryou,” he says, levity I can’t evenbegin to decipher dancing in his gray eyes. “This time don’t leave anything out.”
Fucking hell, he’s infuriating.“I didn’t leave anything out before,” I argue.
He quirks a brow at me. “Are you sure about that, dirty boy? I could have sworn there was something missing. Let me think…you wanted me deep inside you, fucking you hard and dirty—did I get that right?”
I toss my head back with a groan. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it—get in me. Fuck me like a dirty whore.” I’m barelyeven cognizant of the words falling from my lips, or of the way my hips are once again rocking shamelessly in my desperation; I’ve gone beyond breaking point now and I’m too wound up to care about anything except making this new obsession a reality. “Fuck,pleasejust put it in,” I groan. “I need to be fucked. I need to come. I need your cum in me…”
“Ah, there we go,” Jazz says, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. He grabs my jaw and forces my gaze to meet his, which is alight with undisguised amusement. “I’ll confess, my body is pretty miraculous and these hands are capable of some truly amazing things…”—he holds his free hand up and wiggles his fingers as if to demonstrate magical potential—“but not evenI’mcapable of shooting a load from my fingertips.”
My body stills and I feel my face burn hot with mortification and confusion as I mentally replay my most recent words. I begged for him to comeinme. And before that it really sounded like…fuck.
“I don’t?—”
