17. Jasmine #3
“Shouldn’t what?” I interrupt, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes.
I can see the conflict there, the way she’s trying to rationalize this, to find some reason to stop.
But I also see the heat , the undeniable hunger that’s burning beneath the surface.
“You’re the one who said you wanted me to show you how to thank you properly. I’m just offering to show you how.”
Her lips part slightly, and I can see the moment she gives in, the way her body relaxes and her hands slide up my thighs.
I grin, triumph and arousal mingling in my chest as I lean in again, this time capturing her lips with mine.
The kiss is soft at first, exploratory, but quickly deepens as Brooke responds, her mouth opening to mine with a low moan.
I feel her hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, and I can’t help but smile against her lips.
“That’s more like it,” I murmur before breaking the kiss and leaning back slightly.
My eyes drop to where her hands are clutching the hem of my shirt, and I reach down to the hem of her dress that has bunched up around her waist. “Why don’t you let me take care of you, Brooke? ”
She hesitates for a moment, then nods, her eyes locked on mine as I slowly pull the dress up her torso.
I can see the way her chest rises and falls with each breath as I pull the fabric over her shoulders, revealing the soft curve of her breasts encased in a lacy white bra.
I toss her dress to the side, my hands tracing the smooth skin of her stomach as I lean in to press a soft kiss to the tip of her nose.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against her skin, my lips trailing down to her neck as my hands slide up to cup her breasts.
I feel her shiver again, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I tease her nipples through the fabric of her bra.
“And you were so good…taking care of me like such a good girl.”
Her hands are in my hair now, gripping tightly as I lean down to take one of her nipples into my mouth through the lace.
She moans, her hips bucking slightly as I suck and tease, my tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
I can feel her hands tugging at my hair, urging me on as I switch to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
I feel her hands move to my shoulders, pushing me back slightly, and I look up to see her flushed face, her eyes dark with desire. “Jasmine,” she breathes, her voice trembling with need. “I want?—”
“Shh,” I interrupt, pressing a finger to her lips.
“I know what you want.” I reach behind her to unhook her bra, letting it fall to the floor as I lean in to take one of her bare nipples into my mouth again.
This time, I’m not as gentle, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin as I suck hard, eliciting a low moan from Brooke.
I slide my hands between her thighs. Her panties are soaked, the fabric clinging to her skin. “Are you soaked for me?”
She nods, the words stuck in her throat as I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down over her hips. She’s bare now, her skin flushed and hot, and I can’t resist the urge to press a soft kiss to her inner thigh, my tongue flicking out to taste her.
“Come sit on my face, babydoll.” I order, leaning back onto the couch. Like the perfect eager girl she is, she stands up and hesitates looking at me.
“Jas, I don’t think--”
“I didn’t ask you to think, babydoll.” I tsk, fully reclining onto the couch. “I told you to sit on my face.”
“But you have that cut, and I am pretty--”
I feel my skin chill as I narrow my eyes on her. “If you say you are too big to sit on my face, so help me Brooke, I will spank your ass fire-truck red. Now come ride my face.”
She slides her bottom lip between her teeth, a small nod as she walks over to me and sits on my salivating tongue.
“Jasmine,” she gasps, her hands tightening in my hair. “Please?—”
“Please what, Brooke?” I ask, my voice dropping to a husky whisper as I look up at her. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” she breathes, her eyes locked on mine. “I want you to?—”
I don’t let her finish, instead I lean in, and allow my tongue to trace the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as my right hand snakes around her thigh and lightly plays with her clit.
“Oh my, J-jasmine--” she shutters and I giggle into her pussy. I lean into her and press a soft kiss to her folds, my tongue flicking out to tease her. She moans, her hips bucking slightly as I continue to tease her, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her still.
She tastes like honeysuckle. Like fucking heaven. Like the first lick of a sof- serve cone on a hot summer’s day.
“Shit, you taste fucking delicious, Brookie.” I growl as I speed up the pace of my fingers on her clit.
Her body trembles above me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I continue to tease her, my tongue flicking out to trace her sensitive skin. She’s so close, I can feel it in the way her body tenses, the way her hands clutch at my shoulders.
“Jasmine,” she gasps, her voice trembling with need. “Please?—”.
“You’re going to come all over my tongue,” I murmur against her skin, my tongue flicking out to trace her sensitive flesh. “Understand?”
“Y-yes,” She moans again, her hips bucking slightly as I suck on the ball of nerves between her thighs, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her still.
I can feel her body trembling above me, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I continue to tease her, my tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
“Jasmine,” she repeats, her voice trembling on the verge of release. “Please?—”
“You are so perfect,” I murmur against her skin, my tongue flicking out to trace her sensitive flesh. “My perfect good girl who’s going to fucking suffocate me between these perfect thighs.”
“Oh my god,” she heaves, her body grinding on my tongue faster and faster. “Jas…I’m going to…shit!”
Her body tenses, her breath hitching as she finally lets go, her hips bucking slightly as she comes, a low moan escaping her lips. I continue to tease her, my tongue flicking out to trace her sensitive flesh as she rides out her orgasm, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
She leans back on my chest with a sigh, and I look up at her from between her thighs. “Did I just hear you curse, babydoll?”
Her cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink—soft and glowing in the low light—as she bites her lip and nods at me with a giddy little smile.
“Yes. Sorry,” she says breathlessly, voice all sugar and sin.
I shake my head, eyes glinting. My grip tightens slightly on her thighs as I dip my mouth again.
“No sorry, baby. I just want to do it again.”
“Jasmine—” she squeals, voice cracking into a giggle as my tongue strokes over her slick center, and then?—
BANG. BANG. BANG.
We both freeze. Jasmine looking at me with wide eyes.
The front door shakes under the force of the knock, followed by a familiar, exasperated yell that splits through the night like a gunshot. “Peach! You are in so much trouble, love!”
“Shit,” I mutter, pulling back and staring at the ceiling like it might spare me as Brooke jolts upright like she’s been electrocuted, scrambling backward off the couch, limbs flailing, curls wild.
“Shoot!” she gasps, grabbing her dress as she stumbles to her feet, eyes wide.
I groan, dragging a hand over my face, then sit up, wiping my mouth like I didn’t just have the best meal of my life.
Brooke is already halfway across the living room, trying to fix her bra and pull on her dress at the same time. “Oh my God, he’s going to think we were—well, I mean we were , but?—”
Another knock. Louder this time.
“You have exactly ten seconds before I break this door down!” He growls.
I groan again and flop dramatically back onto the couch.
“Landon,” I hiss loud enough for him to hear. “You are a fucking pussy blocker .”