38. Coraline
38
CORALINE
Jasper Devereaux kisses me like a man starved. Like he’s searching for the eighth wonder of the world and has found it in me. How can I feel so cherished and aroused at the same time? And from a single kiss. It’s madness. Like this place has cast some kind of spell over me.
I sink my hands into his hair and hold him to me as he absolutely wrecks me. I thought my memory of him was tainted, fonder than real life. But I was wrong—so wrong. Because his kiss is everything. It feels so good, and I want more.
I need more.
I lift my leg to his hip, craving some friction between my legs. He palms the side of my thigh and tugs me into him. I give up the pretense of swimming altogether, wrapping both of my legs around his waist. I'm instantly rewarded with the hard bulge of his cock right against my clit. I gasp into his mouth, my hands flying to his shoulders. The size of him is a little alarming, but that's a worry for future-Cora. Present-Cora is going to enjoy every minute of this with him.
I roll my hips against him, a couple of slow, tentative movements. He wrenches himself back and lifts me onto the platform without another word.
Jasper’s hands glide up my thighs, his thumbs running a straight line along my inner thighs, tantalizingly close but not quite there. I widen my legs subtly, giving him more room to wedge himself between them. He pauses, his thumbs resting at the crease between my hip and pelvis, just outside the seam of my panties. The anticipation is electric, a sizzling tension that makes my heart race.
“And now? Does this feel fake to you?” His voice is low, a rough whisper that sends a shiver down my spine.
I channel my best stoic, unaffected expression, even though my body is screaming for more. “Yes,” I say, the lie slipping from my lips. I fight to keep my breath steady, even as my pulse quickens.
A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face. He drags the flat of his thumb right along my center, the only barrier between us is the thin layer of cotton.
The touch is light, almost a whisper, but it sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me. My body betrays me, arching into his touch. His smile widens as his thumb continues to graze against my center. My breath hitches, and Jasper’s gaze drops to watch his thumb make another pass, harder this time.
“And now?” he murmurs, his voice a husky tease.
I smirk, even though my eyelids feel heavy with lust. “I might as well be taking a nap.”
Jasper’s eyes darken, and he leans in closer, his breath hot against my skin. He pulls away his thumb, and I have to bite back the objection. He trails his fingers along the hem of my panties, teasing, barely grazing my skin.
The sensation is maddening, not enough to satisfy but enough to stoke the fire burning inside me. I can feel the plea pounding against the back of my teeth, but I refuse to give in, not yet.
“You sure, baby? Because you feel awfully wet for someone who doesn’t think this thing is real.”
I reassure myself that he can’t tell how turned on I am by a few light touches and drugging kisses. “Don’t get cocky, Jasper. I’m soaked from the lake.”
I breathe out a scoff when he slips a fingertip just under the edge of the fabric, the slightest graze against my heated skin. It’s a light, teasing touch, more frustrating than anything. My body responds instinctively, a soft sigh escaping my lips as I fight the urge to roll my hips into his touch. I want more, need more, but I can’t let him know how badly I want it.
Jasper chuckles, a low, dark sound that sends another shiver through me. He leans in, dragging his lips against my jaw. “Is that right?” His breath is warm, his words a soft, seductive murmur.
A heated blush crawls up my skin as his fingers disappear underneath my panties. He drags them slowly, torturously through my slick folds, and I can’t stop the soft moan that escapes my parted lips. His touch is electric, sending sparks of pleasure radiating through my body.
He teases me with featherlight caresses, never quite giving me the pressure I crave. My arousal pools hot and heavy, coating his fingertips as they dance along my sensitive flesh. I’m panting now, my nails digging into the platform beneath me.
My mouth parts in a soft exhale as he teases my entrance, circling it lightly before dipping just the tip of one finger inside. My inner walls clench around him eagerly, trying to draw him deeper. But he withdraws without a word.
My mouth parts in an exhale, a low noise of protest leaving me before I can swallow it down.
I look at him through the foggy edges of lust. My arousal coats his fingers as he pulls them apart. He gives me plenty of time to object or move or do anything. But I don’t.
I hold his gaze as he slides his fingers inside my waiting mouth.
“Does this taste like we’re playing pretend, baby?”
I wrap my lips around his fingers and clean them off with my tongue. The proof of my arousal taunts me from my own tongue, and somehow it only makes me hotter.
His eyes darken, pupils blown wide with desire as he watches me lick his fingers clean. His gaze is heavy and intense. The kind of thing I can feel searing into my skin.
He slides his fingers from my mouth, trailing them down my chin and to the base of my neck, leaving a glistening path in their wake. “Are you with me now, baby, or do you need more proof?”
I lean into his hold, widening my legs to get closer to him. Defiance pins my shoulders back and I look at him. I don’t know how to articulate what I need from him, so I silently beg him with my gaze.
His gaze roams over my face, his top lip curling into a smirk. “Alright, baby.”
With a gentle but firm pressure, he nudges me back onto the platform, his palm trailing down my body to settle right above my throbbing core.
I lay back all too willingly. The sun sears my eyes, and I slam them closed, throwing an arm over my face. A thought occurs to me then, one I’m surprised I didn’t realize earlier.
“Jasper?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Do you have, uh, neighbors here?” The idea opens up a deep well of arousal.
He chuckles as his thumb presses against my clit through the fabric. A whimper slips out before I can stop it. The sound of my own voice, needy and desperate, makes my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“And if I say yes?” He draws soft, slow circles around my clit, and my breath hitches inside my chest, trapped.
I widen my legs further, feeling that burn in my hips as I stretch them. The idea of people watching him play with my pussy turns me on like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
“What if I tell you they’re watching me touch this pretty little pussy right now?” His voice is low and rough, dripping with desire. “Watching you make a mess on my fingers.”
I gasp as his thumb increases its pressure, my hips rising to meet his touch. The thought of unknown eyes on my body, witnessing the way he touches me, sends a shiver down my spine.
I moan, the sound loud in the quiet summer air. “I want them to watch,” I gasp out, the words tumbling from my lips before I can stop them.
Jasper growls low in his throat, his free hand gripping my hip possessively. “Just remember, they can watch. But no one can touch you but me. You’re mine, Coraline.”
I swallow hard, my mind a haze of desire and frustration. I want to object, to deny his claim just to keep some semblance of control. But the truth is, I do want him. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
And maybe part of me wants to belong to him too. And the longer he teases me, the harder it is to pretend otherwise.
I push to my elbows and meet his gaze, my eyes blazing with a mix of defiance and longing. “Prove it.”
His eyes flare with victory, and he doesn’t waste a second. He pulls my panties aside, exposing me to the warm summer air. The cool breeze against my heated skin sends a shiver through me, and I suck in a breath, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.
His gaze drops to my exposed pussy, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “God fucking damn, baby. If this isn’t the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.” His words are hushed reverence, like he doesn’t even know he’s talking.
He drags his fingers through my arousal, once, twice, three times before he sinks two fingers inside of me.
I groan and collapse back onto the platform, my eyes falling shut at the sensation of being filled. His other hand comes into play, parting me and exposing my clit. I don’t understand how it feels like he’s everywhere all at once, but I don’t fucking care.
It feels too good to let my brain do its thing and overthink everything. My hips start rocking without my permission, rolling into him as he leisurely fucks me with his fingers.
The platform rocks gently beneath us, reminding me of how exposed we are. The thrill of possibly being caught only heightens my excitement, making my pulse race.
Pleasure races down my back, tingles in my toes and tightens my muscles. Jesus, Christ, I don’t remember it feeling this good. Why—why does it feel this good?
I curl up, my hand reaching out blindly, sinking into his forearm. “I need . . .”
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and seductive.
I struggle to articulate the words, a band of embarrassment still holding me back. “I need . . . more. I want your mouth, Jasper,” I manage to gasp out, my fingers digging into his forearm as a wave of pleasure crashes over me.
A low, satisfied chuckle rumbles from his chest. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with approval.
The heat in his gaze is enough to set me ablaze, and when his mouth descends on me, all thoughts of pretending are blown away. Jasper’s tongue moves with expert precision, teasing and tormenting, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“Goddamn, Coraline. You taste so fucking delicious,” he groans out.
His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he devours me. I moan, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure escaping my lips. My hands fly to his hair, pulling him closer, urging him on. He takes his time, savoring every moment, every taste, every reaction.
The pressure builds inside me, a tight coil ready to snap.
Time has no meaning right now. If I thought he kissed me like a man starved, it’s nothing compared to the way he devours my pussy. He licks, nibbles, and sucks on every single inch of me, leaving me utterly wrecked and ruined. And when he slides two fingers inside of me, curling them to hit that secret spot, I swear I see stars. Whole galaxies appear behind my closed lids as pleasure unlike anything else overwhelms me.
It seeps into my pores, barrels down my throat and expands my lungs until I can’t draw breath. He presses against my g-spot, hitting it over and over and over again as he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.
It’s a relentless assault. The kind of thing that could get a woman addicted. And there’s a tiny kernel of worry writhing inside of me, a deep sense of premonition that this man is going to absolutely wreck me.
I can’t hold back anymore. The pleasure is too intense, too consuming. “Jasper,” I gasp, my voice breaking. “I’m going to come soon.”
“That’s it, baby. Come on my tongue for me,” he mutters into my pussy.
I lift my head long enough to see his face just glistening with my arousal. It’s so goddamn hot, I don’t think I’ll ever forget the image for as long as I live.
His fingers thrust into me harder, faster, and I feel myself teetering on the edge. His tongue flicks over my clit, sending electric shocks through my body. The platform beneath us rocks with our movements, the water slapping against the sides in a soothing rhythm that contrasts the wild storm brewing inside me.
And then I’m falling, free-falling into the abyss of pleasure. My orgasm crashes over me, a wave of pure ecstasy that leaves me breathless. I cry out his name, my voice echoing across the lake, and I don’t care who hears. All that matters is this moment, this perfect, beautiful moment of bliss.
Jasper doesn’t stop. His mouth and fingers work in perfect harmony, drawing out my pleasure until I’m a trembling, gasping mess. When he finally pulls away, I collapse onto the platform, completely spent. My heart is racing, my skin flushed, a low, disbelieving laugh flowing from me.
I open my eyes in time to see Jasper pull himself from the water like some kind of sea god, all dark eyes and soaking wet. I sit up, and we meet in the middle, our mouths crashing together like we’re being pulled together by an invisible force.
I pull away first, my heart hammering inside my chest as an idea sparks. “Take me back, Jasper.”