32. So, you like a little pain, do you? #3
Whatever scant restraint we had in that alleyway never made it back through the planes with us.
We were nothing but soft gasps and clacks of teeth as I fought to dismantle the puzzle that was Jasper’s jacket, and he was too busy nestling his body between my parted legs.
My need to feel his bare flesh had become inarguable, but a fucking labyrinth of hooks and ties I didn’t have patience for separated me from my bounty.
“Take this off before I rip it off you,” I practically growled, and the low chuckle he let out sent a rush of heat to my core.
Intent on torturing me, Jasper paused, kissing a slow trail down my throat before he sat back on his heels.
A charged crackle of magic saturated the air, and he pulled his jacket through his body, discarding it on the floor with the haze of shadow that seemed to cling to it.
His shirt came next, and I’d forgotten entirely what I’d been thinking about.
Jasper’s torso was littered with scars that hadn’t been there a lifetime before, including that damned brand I refused to linger on, but he was sculpted like a masterpiece too.
As a mage of his talent, he didn’t need to pad himself with bulky strength, but there wasn’t an inch of his torso that wasn’t a long line of lean muscle.
I couldn’t wait to explore it all, preferably with my mouth.
“Who’d have known I’d render you speechless,” he mused, that moss-green eye studying me like I was the one who was a work of art.
“Who’d have known,” I breathed back with a chuckle as I reached for him.
But Jasper grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. “Always in such a rush.”
His other hand settled over my chest, and the air grew charged again, sending a shudder up my spine. My shirt and vest pulled away as easily as his, landing somewhere behind him, and cool air washed over my bare chest.
“Fuck,” Jasper murmured with a shake of his head.
As if I were anything to be in disbelief over.
His hand cupped my breast, and he skimmed his thumb over my peaked nipple, sending a wave of aching warmth down my body.
It increased tenfold when he dipped his head and treated me to the sweep of his tongue and a testing graze of his teeth.
I couldn’t help the breathy groan that tore out of my lungs, or how I tangled my fingers in his hair, gripping tighter every time he treated me to the edge of pain with a well-placed nip.
How he knew exactly what I wanted was beyond my comprehension.
Jasper drifted across my chest, treating my neglected breast to the same level of worship as he soothed the other with gentle touches, and I was left writhing beneath him.
If I’d had any confidence in my ability to speak, I’d have told him how close he was to making me come just like that.
Or maybe I was a fool for thinking it wasn’t obvious, with how he slowed every time I sucked in a breath, letting me fall back from the edge I was growing desperate for.
“Do you know how incredible you look when you’re needy like this, Nor?” Jasper’s attention flickered up for just a second before he trailed his mouth down my sternum and pulled away my skirt with his magic. “So desperate for my touch.”
I cared very little about how I looked then, but Jasper’s attention drifted back up, and he cocked a brow, so I shook my head.
“Well, that’s a shame.” He ran his fingers over the arousal-soaked fabric of my underwear, drawing an unabashed moan from my lips. “Maybe I’ll fuck you in front of a mirror next time so you can see how breathtaking you are.”
Next time. Goddess. I was too busy thinking about how far away this time felt, with how Jasper kept teasing me, forget a next time.
Another sweep of his fingers over my clothed sex had me shuddering and my body clenching around nothingness. “Maybe,” I gasped, “you should focus on fucking me this time before you make your grand plans.”
He grinned. “There she is.”
My underwear fell away without another taunting word. Jasper’s infuriating mouth met my stomach again, trailing down to my hip, before he gripped my thighs and hauled them over his shoulders.
Little prepared me for the unraveling sweep of his tongue.
My hands landed in his hair, tugging on the messy ivory strands, as he ate me out like a starved man blessed with a final meal of salvation.
Licking. Sucking. Nipping. Groaning like he could feel every ounce of the pleasure he was inflicting. And when his fingers joined the masterful work of his mouth, filling me one by one until I just couldn’t take another, I was done for.
“I’m so close,” I whined, and, goddess, did he listen.
Jasper crooked his fingers, sweeping them against the spot in my body that ravaged me, and rolled my clit between his teeth.
I cried out, tensing against the tidal wave of release that pulled me right under, painting my vision with starry haze.
He didn’t let me ride out that consuming bliss easily either.
His tongue and his fingers worked tirelessly at their reverent worship until my legs trembled.
“Fuck, Jasper,” I groaned as I guided him off me with a weak tug on his hair. “No more.”
He sat back on his heels, looking as smug as I’d ever seen as he wiped the slick of my arousal off his face.
He didn’t say a word as he removed his belt and tossed it over the bed.
His strained laces came untied next, and when he tugged his pants down his hips, my pussy clenched in eager anticipation.
Thick, veined, and flushed a gorgeous glistening red, his cock bobbed proudly between his legs as he gave himself a slow stroke and his eye slipped shut.
He sighed with relief, palming his full length again with a squeeze, and I was captivated.
If it weren’t for the empty ache of my body demanding otherwise, I could’ve watched him bring himself to release gladly.
I sat up and reached for him, barely wrapping my hand over top of his, slowing his pace.
His eye flickered open, hooded and lust-dark, as I cupped his nape too, drawing him back down with me.
My legs fell easily to either side, ready to welcome every hard inch of him, but Jasper slid his hand up my throat, tilting my face and fixing me in place with that moss-green eye.
“If you are going to be moaning any name in my bed, I don’t want to hear Jasper, understood? Only here, and only from you.”
I swallowed against the faint squeeze of his fingers and nodded.
“Good. Now, ask me nicely to fuck you.”
Goddess, he really was going to be my undoing.
“Please, Kieran.” No two words had ever felt so sinfully right coming out of my mouth. “Will you just fuck me already?”