Chapter 21
Shivana
Fucking hell. Why was this so hot? My brain was completely clouded by the intense pressure between my thighs. In the back of my mind, my rational brain was trying to tell me something, but surely it wasn’t that important if I couldn’t figure it out.
His strong hands were at my hips, but all the blood in my body was rushing down and I was lightheaded. Wobbling a little, I gripped his shoulders, then squeezed. “These are so nice.”
“I got you, Lil Bird.”
Leaning down, he pressed his lips hard against mine. One arm was wrapped around my waist, his hand flattened on my back. The other thrusted into my hair, tipping my head back, giving his tongue deeper access inside. He moaned as he took possession of my mouth and wetness flooded my panties.
A few whistles came from the garage area, but instead of pulling away, he pulled me closer, dizzying me with his talented tongue.
I would probably have let him rip my clothes off there in the courtyard and do what he wanted, but he finally pulled away. “Let’s go inside.”
“I just need a minute.” I couldn’t walk. I almost couldn’t talk. Seriously, he was good at all the things.
Drawing in a deep breath, I started to get my bearings, but I yelped as my feet left the ground. He hoisted my legs around his waist. “I got you, Lil Bird.”
“You don’t always have to make a show of moving me from point A to point B, you know,” I said, all the while trying to stifle a silly grin. Why did I like this?
He didn’t answer me, instead he just smirked as he walked us to the door. Once back inside, there were a few whistles and some chatter, but nothing too obnoxious. Probably since it was the middle of the day.
I was impressed by his stamina. By no means was I ashamed of my thicker frame and extra curves, but I wasn’t a small person. Still, he carried me around like I was as light as a feather, and something about that was sexy as hell. I was always just a little taller than the other girls, a few sizes bigger than the other girls, even had bigger feet than most other girls. But next to him I was like a teeny tiny nugget of a woman and he acted like he could just throw me around. Well, it wasn’t an act; he already proved he could do just that.
The only time he seemed at all inconvenienced was when he was opening the door to the hall, then the door to his room. The whole way there, I stared at him like a psycho. But he was glorious to look at.
The hard planes of his face were sculpted so perfectly. He had a few fine lines around his eyes, but overall he didn’t really look his age. Lots of men had a little grey early, but it was always sexy. He had a slight dusting just at his temples and in his short, scruffy beard. His nearly black eyes were like the deepest part of the ocean that I could jump into and get lost in forever. His mouth looked hard and tough, but his lips were actually quite soft yet still powerful.
“What is it, Lil Bird?” he asked as he made it inside his room.
“I just like looking at you.”
A low rumble came from his chest as he placed me on the bed. He pulled his cut off and hung it up, then promptly pulled his t-shirt over his head. “Here’s a little more to look at.”
Eager to get moving since my pussy had its own pulse, I yanked my shirt over my head and worked my shoes off. Then I quickly shimmied out of my jeans, tossing them to the floor.
His eyes roamed over me, heating my skin everywhere they touched. The way he stood and stared made me squirm. “Well...”
“I like looking at you, too. Do you trust me?” he asked.
Intrigued, I answered, “Yes,” then bit my lip.
He tugged my panties down, then ran his hands up my thighs, then up my belly before pulling the cups of my bra down to expose my taut nipples. I gasped as he sucked one into his mouth, and his fingers got dangerously close to my clit, but not quite there.
I wiggled, seeking his touch, but he moved away, then before I knew it, I was face down on the bed with a yelp. “Well, hello,” I joked.
His strong hands grabbed my hips, pulling my ass up and positioning me on my knees. His hands made soft circles over the cheeks of my ass, and I rolled my hips, desperate for more. “Jackal,” I said on a moan.
Then, smack .
“Hey,” I said as I winced from the sting. That was much harder than before.
He gently rubbed the spot he swatted, then promptly smacked it again in the exact same spot.
I flipped my head around to look back at him. “That stings,” I pouted.
He leaned over my back, ass still in the air presenting like a wolf in heat for him. “Maybe a few more times and you’ll know how much your words stung the other day. Face down.”
“Wait, wh–”
Smack .
“Hey!”
He rubbed the side he had just popped as he gently blew on the other. I still didn’t move. My mouth was protesting, but my body was wanting to feel this out a little bit more. Somehow, my pussy was enjoying this.
My skin was warming everywhere, and while there was a bit of stinging, I shockingly wanted more. Leaning on one arm, I reached between my legs with the other for a little relief.
Smack . Smack . “Nope. I say when you come.”
Pressing my face into the bed, I let out a muffled scream. He laughed behind me, his hands rubbing the sensitive skin, then down my thighs, back up to my hips, over my back…everywhere but where I wanted them.
My hips wiggled, hoping for contact of something, anything against my dripping pussy. Another throaty moan escaped me as I became desperate. “Jackal, please.”
“Please what, Lil Bird?” he asked as he continued teasing his fingers close to my slit.
“I need to come.”
“Why should I let you?”
This guy . “Because I want to and you’re teasing me.”
“I don’t know that I like being used, Lil Bird.”
Well, shit . “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I wasn’t trying to use you.”
“But weren’t you?”
My fists balled the comforter. “I–I thought you’d want no strings. I thought I was giving you an out.”
His hands stopped roaming, squeezing my hips as he pressed his still clothed cock against me. “Maybe you shouldn’t assume.”
My eyes squeezed shut. I tried to keep my wits about me, but I also really needed him inside of me. “I’m sorry I assumed. Please,” I said, whimpering as I pressed back against him.
“And?”
My eyes popped open. And what? Shit. What else was there? “Annnddd I won’t do that again?”
“Say you’re mine, Lil Bird.”
Alarm bells were ringing in my mind, but I wasn’t really sure what they were trying to tell me just then. “I’m yours,” rolled off my lips.
Just like that, his face was buried in my pussy and my hips rocked as flutters whipped through my body. The sound of his zipper and a wrapper along with the wet sounds of his tongue attacking my clit filled the room.
I had already been needy and desperate, so it didn’t take long before my release began. Shoving my face into the mattress again, I wailed as I began to shatter with the force of my orgasm.
“Let me hear you, Lil Bird,” he demanded between licks.
Turning my head, I moaned and mewled, muttering nonsense between panting breaths as my hips moved with his mouth. With a final loud cry, my muscles loosened, and I plopped down on the bed, unable to hold myself up.
Before I could catch my breath, I was flipped, this time onto my back. He jerked me to the edge of the bed by my legs before spreading them wide, quickly shoving his hard cock inside with one thrust.
Crying out from the fullness I’d been desperate for, I rode the wave as he plowed into me hard and deep. His jeans weren’t even off, and the material rubbed the backs of my thighs.
One hand held my hip as the other gripped my shoulder. He pulled me down hard onto his cock as he pushed inside over and over. His hair whipped in and out of his face and he grunted, his mouth nearly turned into a grimace. My whole body bounced like a doll as he fucked me into the bed. I felt weightless as heat prickled over my damp skin.
“Come again.”
Like he was in control of my body, another orgasm crashed through me, squeezing his cock in pulses as the sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the room.
“That’s it. Milk me, baby. Eyes on me.”
“Holy fuck,” I called out as he took several more hard thrusts and my vision became an explosion of white bursts. I couldn’t see even if I opened my eyes. “I can’t see anything!” I panted.
“Whose pussy is this?” he growled.
“Yours. Fucking yours, Jackal.”
With another few pumps and a grunt, he pressed inside hard before he loosened his grip and slowly lowered over me. My vision was still fuzzy as his lips met mine and his tongue plunged into my mouth.
My arms wrapped around his hard body, and I whimpered as his cock slipped out of me. As if he could read my mind, he reached down and shoved two fingers inside, still kissing me deep and hard.
My hips didn’t move as the fullness was enough, for now. Still, he pumped them at a slow, steady pace as if he was keeping the engine warm for later. All of my senses were on overdrive but my body was completely relaxed.
He slowed the kiss, but then began moving his mouth down my neck, lightly suckling before making his way back to my breasts. He lazily lapped at one nipple, sending sparks of electricity to my clit before moving to the other.
“My God, you’re good at this,” I said breathily.
Taking my nipple gently between his teeth, he nibbled, sending a tremor down my body. I wasn’t sure I would even be able to come again, but as I lay there while this sexy as hell man paid attention to every inch of my body, a new wave of heat filled my core.
He worked his way back down, still using his hands, but then added his mouth, sucking my clit before rolling his tongue over the hardened nub.
I let out a deep, loud moan. “That is so good. Fucking hell.”
“You taste like mine,” he said. “I’ll eat this pussy anytime you want me to, Lil Bird.” Then he went back to his work.
It was steady and slow, like he was having dessert and savoring each bite. My hands went to my nipples, gripping them between my fingers and thumbs.
Peeking down, I could see he was watching me. He pulled back long enough to say, “Fuck yeah, play with my tits.”
I pinched and twisted as he watched me, and I watched him eat me in earnest. As the pressure of his tongue picked up, the pressure in my channel built as well.
He pressed another finger in as he sucked at my clit, and that’s what threw me over the edge a third time. But the only sounds I could muster were light mewls and pants. My pussy clamped around his fingers over and over. When the waves finally stopped, he gave another hard suck to my clit, and I tried to move.
But he sucked again. Trying to push his head away but not having any strength, I said, “Jackal, no more.”
With one more suck and a quiet grunt from me, he crawled back over me and gently opened my eyes with his fingers. “That’s enough. But don’t forget who’s in control. And don’t forget you’re mine.”
“Shut up and kiss me,” I pouted.
Emotions swirled within me. Now that I was out of orgasms, my senses were starting to return. I was still reeling from the physicality of everything, but confused about what just happened.
Did I just agree to be his ? His what?