39 Birdie #2
“Jasper, I’m so close. I need more—ah—”
Even with the tightness of my jeans, he manages to give my pussy a playful slap.
Leaning over me, he nips at my ear, his free hand tugging lightly on my nipple piercing.
“Keep telling me what to do, and I’ll start to wonder if you think I can’t please you properly.
” His voice has my core glowing white-hot.
“You said it yourself; your body tells the truth. She’s spilling all your secrets to me, whispering what you want .
. . what you need. Should I stop following her instruction and wait for you to give a guided tour instead? ”
I shake my head with a smile, biting my lip to keep from saying anything else he might take as direction.
He hums his approval, kissing the back of my neck.
“Good girl.” Then he slips his fingers back inside me.
“I feel your pleasure mounting right . . . here.” He strokes my front wall until I’m fluttering around him.
“I feel everything, Birdie. Feel these walls closing in, feel your heart racing.” His breath is hot on the back of my neck as he strokes the tip of his nose along my spine.
I fight a shiver, holding back a whimper too.
“I bet you’d choke the life out of my cock, wouldn’t you, sweet girl? Wanna feel it on my fingers first though. Get you nice and stretched.”
Apparently, Jasper Prescott is a dirty talker, and I am so fucking here for it.
Fisting my hair tight, he jerks my head back and kisses me with one hand tucked inside my pants, his fingers teasing my needy pussy. The other he keeps fisted tight in my hair.
“Fuck,” I cry, breaking our kiss. My legs are trembling. The edge is so close. I slap the cold granite with one hand, arching up on my toes as I ride his hand, shamelessly grinding my ass against his hips. “Don’t stop!”
“So demanding,” he taunts. “Soak my fucking hand.”
“Oh my god—” I think I’m shouting it, but it only comes out as a gasp.
His fingers pulse in and out, slow and steady.
He’s not rushing this. There’s no race to the finish.
It’s a build to a climax. “You want to shatter for me, don’t you?
You’re fucking desperate for it. Look at you, you’re trembling.
I can taste the heat of your sex on the air.
You wanna make this one really count for something, right? ”
I hate that he can read me so well. “Just don’t stop—”
Laughing, he keeps his left hand inside me while his right roves over my breasts.
He circles my throat again, pulling me back against his chest with firm pressure, but he doesn’t squeeze this time.
“You think I’ll give you one and just be done with you?
Is that how all the others disappointed you in the past?
Taken the edge off, only to leave you empty and desperate for more? ”
Smiling, I dare to tease him again, even as I rock with the motion of his fingers inside me, folding myself back over the counter. “In my experience, most men are useless. Give me a charged vibrator, and I’ll handle business myself.”
Jasper is too confident to be lured in by my bratty behavior.
As he said, he can feel how much I want him.
He nips at my ear, lowering his right hand away from my neck to tweak my nipple.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not most fucking men.
” Reaching around me, he grabs the wrist I have braced on the counter.
The heat of his palm is hot enough to burn.
“Ouch—what—” I stifle a cry as a creeping vine coils around my wrist. It slithers across the counter, wrapping around my other wrist. Then the bindings start to tighten, pulling both wrists together. “Wait—what are you doing?”
He laughs, not stopping his fingers from pounding into my pussy as he grabs my bound wrists and hauls me back against him, looping my arms around his neck.
“Oh, holy fuck—”
“Can most men do that?”
I’m riding a high of endorphins, lost in a frenzy of need and lust, but the proof of his magic still cuts through the haze. It makes me shiver all over. Sexy little bindings are a cute trick. But it only leaves me wondering . . . what else can this witch do?
I’m distracted when he shoves a third finger inside me, practically lifting me off the floor.
I’m on the tips of my toes, grinding against his hand, my naked back pressed against his chest. It’s a crime that he’s still wearing his shirt.
He adjusts his hold on me, letting his thumb give my clit the pressure it so desperately craves.
My orgasm blooms low in my belly. There’s no stopping it now.
The tingling sensation races down my limbs, all the way to my toes.
“I’m so close—”
He groans low in my ear, the sound so hungry and eager. His thumb presses down on my clit as his fingers curl up and in. “I feel you right on the edge—feel this tight pussy squeezing me like you can’t get enough. You’re shaking in my arms.”
I whimper with need, trapped against his body, pinned by his hands.
“There’s nowhere left for you to go,” he hums in my ear. “You’d leave a man on his knees all night, wouldn’t you? Fucking insatiable.”
“Please, don’t stop—”
He rubs my clit once more, swirling and pressing in. “Come for me, Birdie. Now.”
His command is a blessed release. My pussy flutters around his thick fingers as I come. It rocks through me. Eyes shut tight, I chase the waves. He keeps his hand tight against me, fingers pressed in deep, and just lets me writhe. I’m left a whimpering mess, sagging against him.
“Thank you,” I manage to say once I’ve finally caught my breath.
Disappearing the bindings on my wrists, he lets me drop down to the counter on my elbows. Leaning over me, he tucks my hair behind my ear, kissing my temple. “We’re not done.”
I nod dreamily, ready to sink to my knees and return the favor. But then Jasper slips his other hand free of my pants and grabs me by the hips, turning me to face him. “What—”
“Just a taste,” he says on a breath. “One taste of heaven.”
“Jasper—”
Gripping my chin tight with his slick fingers, he steals a kiss and the rest of my words. My gasp of confusion turns to a cry of surprise as he breaks the kiss and drops to his knees. Working my button and zipper loose, he tugs my jeans down my legs, along with my ruined panties.
I lean back, one hand bracing against the counter. The other weaves into his hair. I anchor myself to him, breath held tight in my throat as I wait for what happens next. Without hesitation, Jasper parts my pussy lips and sinks his tongue deep inside me, tasting my release.
My head tips back like my neck is suddenly boneless.
I choke on a laugh, twisting my fingers tighter in his hair.
Holding him against my needy cunt, I grind on his face.
He doesn’t care. He’s ferocious. And he doesn’t stop for air.
Doesn’t pause to look up between my legs with a sultry smirk and ask, “You like that, baby?” He knows I like it.
Knows I fucking love it. And he knows he has a job to do.
He somehow manages to tug my right leg free of my jeans, slinging it over his shoulder.
Pressing one of his big hands against my thigh, he opens me wider.
I’m half-perched on the counter, riding his face, as he sinks his tongue deeper inside me.
I’m trembling all over, another orgasm already cresting on the wave of the first.
“Oh, god—I’m gonna come again—wait—”
This one doesn’t feel like a warm, cresting wave that leaves me light and gooey.
This one shatters me. I break apart, flooding Jasper’s mouth with my unexpected release as I cry out again, curling forward around his head.
He takes it all, greedily sucking my pulsing clit.
My thighs clench, holding him in place as he works two fingers back inside me, curling them forward, teasing out my very essence as he swallows me whole.