Chapter Thirteen
Fannin
Watching him watch me is just as hot as when his hands and mouth were on me. He’s making it difficult to breathe. Never in my life have I wanted a man like I want Jasper, or if I have, I don’t remember. “I could say the same about you.” My voice is as shaky as my breathing.
Jasper shakes his head in disagreement or disbelief, I’m not sure which, his face nearly impossible to read as he toes off his shoes. In one swift movement he reaches over his shoulder and pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor along with what’s left of my clothes.
“I said the other day that you’re absolute perfection, but I had no fucking clue just how perfect you truly are.” As he talks, his eyes travel over my naked body. There is no desire for me to cover myself or shy away from his gaze. I want him to look. I want him to see me. I’m emboldened by it. By him. As cliché as it sounds, he’s everything I didn’t know I needed. With that in mind and with his eyes still on me, I let my hand roam over my breasts and down my belly until I reach the apex of my thighs, letting them fall open so that my fingers can slick through my wetness. Never have I touched myself like this in front of a man, and yet here I am, sliding over my clit rubbing in circles, still watching him watch me with not a trace of shyness. More comfortable with him than I was with Adam after two years.
“Let me see your fingers, Fannin.” Jasper’s voice is gruff, his accent and need making me smile.
Reluctantly I lift my hand away and hold it up for him to see. Before I have the chance to touch myself again, he kneels on the bed and snags my wrist.
“Is this for me, love?”
His eyes are on the glistening fingers in his grip. I can only nod as I watch him and wait, eager to see what he’ll do or say next. The dirty talking Scotsman has me at his mercy. When Jasper brings my hand to his mouth I suck in a breath, holding it. Afraid that if I breathe, I’ll come, and it will all be over. I’m so not ready for it to be over. Eyes on mine, he first kisses the tips of my damp fingers before pulling them into his mouth and licking me from them. It is hands down the most erotic moment of my life. A whimper slips past my lips that makes Jasper smirk around the digits he’s swirling his tongue over. I try to press my legs together, to find some relief, but his jean clad thigh is making it impossible. The moment he realizes what I’m trying to do is written across his face. There’s a wicked glint in his eyes as he moves forward, my hand still against his lips, pressing his muscled leg against my aching center, causing my eyes to roll back. It’s all too much and not enough. I need to come almost as much as I don’t want to yet.
“Open your eyes,” Jasper demands.
“Fuck me,” I volley.
“Open them, Fannin.” His voice sounds more strangled this time but just as forceful. Good. I want him to feel as out of control with need as I do. Slowly my eyes flutter open. “Good girl.” He brushes the damp strands of hair from my face. “I’m going to fuck you now. I wanted to take this slow, but you make it fucking impossible.” Shaking his head, I watch mesmerized as his hand falls to the waistband of his jeans and pops the button. Transfixed when he slides the zipper over the impressive bulge. “I need you to trust me though, because if you touch me right now . . .” His voice falls away. “Tell me you trust me, Fanny.” The use of my nickname brings a smile to my lips.
“I trust you.” Crazy. I barely know him. But it’s the truth. I do. I trust him to not hurt me, and I trust him to make me feel better than any man—or vibrator, for that matter—has. I don’t even care that he needs to ask me. I’ll literally let him do whatever he wants to me right now just as long as he promises to make me come.
“Thank you,” he says softly.
His pants falling away, he climbs over me, reaching into the nightstand table next to us. Expecting a condom, I’m a little surprised when he straddles my waist, careful to not put his full weight on me. His long, thick, beautifully rigid cock juts proudly, straining to get to me, it seems. Never taking his gaze from mine, he lifts my hands over my head, a cool swatch of silk wrapping tightly around them. Intrigued and more turned on than frightened, I watch his hands bind mine to each other and then to the wood and iron headboard. Never have I been tied up during sex. Never have I wanted to be. Until now. Tugging on my restraints to test them, I know there’s no way I’m getting out of this until he releases me. That should scare me. It doesn’t. And that makes me a little nervous.
“Okay?” Jasper asks, a hand passing over his silken head glistening with precum drawing my attention. My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip. I’m eager to take him into my mouth. I’ve never felt that urge. I’ve never even offered, just waited till I was asked. Now, here with Jasper, I’m almost desperate to feel him slide past my lips. “Stop looking at me like that, love. You’ll get your chance later. I promise. Right now I need to be inside your pussy, not that sassy mouth of yours.” With deft fingers he slips on a condom I never even saw him grab and slides in between my legs, parting them nearly to the point of pain. “Let me see this beautiful thing.” He groans. “Fannin. I’m taking you.” He doesn’t sound sorry. His tone is reverent, tinged with excitement. Now it’s my turn to groan. Only mine is a plea. I want him to take me. Need it. Ache for it. In one smooth thrust, I get my wish. Jasper goes from zero to all in. Deep. Heavy. Powerful. My hands pull against the silk holding them, my mouth opens in a silent moan. Before I have time to adjust, he slides out then plunges back in. My wetness coats my thighs as he looms over me, my legs draped over his thighs, his hands gripping the headboard, the muscles in his ink-covered arms straining.
“Again,” I pant. When he doesn’t give me what I want right away, I wrap my legs around his waist and lift up. Offering as much as I am demanding.
“You want it, love?”
Jasper leans back on his knees, wrapping his large hands around my waist, his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. He’s stunning. He looks like a feral beast as his hooded gaze locks on to where our bodies are joined. Again, watching him watch us is so fucking hot. I give an impatient roll of my hips, urging him to move. Never have I been so demanding in bed. Usually I take care of myself when all is said and done because whoever I was with didn’t get me there. That won’t be happening tonight. Jasper will make sure of that. As if he can read my mind he thumbs over my clit, causing my legs to tremble. Jesus. Seeing my reaction, he does it again, this time following it with a long, slow slide of his cock.
“Tell me you want it, Fannin, and I’ll make you come. It would be so easy.”
He presses down on my over-sensitized nub, rubbing in a counterclockwise movement before changing it up. The trembling in my legs is out of my control. I’m not sure if my reaction is because I haven’t had a man-induced orgasm in so long or if it’s that I’m bound and at his mercy or if it’s just the man in front of me. It might be all three. I don’t really care. Torturing me with another shallow thrust, I whimper.
“Make me come. Make me come all over you and then I want you to come all over me.” My words. My crazy, totally out of the ordinary for me words break a dam in both of us. With a grunt, Jasper let’s out a string of words I can’t quite catch, his accent thick. I don’t need to understand the things he’s saying—his body is telling me all I need to know. He has me pulled tightly against him, pounding into me with a fierce, rhythmic pace. Not allowing either of us catch our breath, it takes only a moment for me to fall right over into the abyss. Stars flashing behind my lids, I scream out his name, my body quaking and straining against him as I come with a power I’ve never experienced. Near the brink of passing out, he plucks at my clit at the same time he pivots his hips, hitting a spot inside me I wasn’t sure any man could reach, making another orgasm explode and chase after the first. Delirious with sated pleasure, I open my eyes as Jasper pulls from my still pulsing body and rips off the condom covering him.
“Open your mouth, love,” he growls, giving me no other option but to obey. Quickly he moves up my torso until the head of him is pushing past my lips and into the hot velvet of my mouth. With my hands still tied and Jasper all but sitting on my chest, cock down my throat, I’m close to coming again. Moaning around him as he fists his hand into my hair and guides me over him, his hips pump faster as he nears his own climax. He loses his rhythm, allowing me to take him even deeper, the scent of me on his skin tickling at my nose. When my throat begins to close around his length, he hisses between his teeth, retreating, but I follow as much as my restraints will let me, not allowing him to get far. “Fannin, I’m going to come and it’s either going to be all over your gorgeous face or in your wicked mouth. Make a decision. Now,” he orders in a pained voice. He’s a man on the brink of control and I brought him there. Opening my mouth wider around him, I suck him in deeper, harder. It’s the only answer he needs as he laces his fingers with mine on the headboard and explodes into my mouth. His warm come coats my throat in long spurts as I flatten my tongue against him, pulling and milking every last drop. With a shudder, he backs away, easing his cock from my mouth and untying me at the same time. Silently I rub my wrists to bring feeling back to them as he settles beside me.
“You okay, love? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” His lips brush against my shoulder, my chest, a still-taut nipple, and back to my mouth.
I sigh against his lips in contentment and shake my head no, brushing my fingers through his mussed hair. After the best sex of my life, I can’t muster up the energy that words require.
“Good. Get some rest. I’m only just getting started,” Jasper whispers into my ear, pulling me into his chest with one hand covering a breast and the other languidly finding its way between my legs.
“Really?”
“Aye.”
It’s a grunted promise that leaves me feeling giddy. Maybe Jasper will bring an end to the vibe drawer. Seeing the pink marks on my wrists, I smile. Then again, maybe not.