Page 47 of Enticed
“A little souvenir,” she stated before slowly making her way back to the bed, swaying her hips seductively. She was putting on a show, a damn good one. “Now what?” she asked, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“Crawl across the bed and lie on your back,” I instructed. She did so slowly, on all fours, giving me a front row view of her perfect ass. Then she stretched, arching her back and lifting her ass in the air as she pressed her chest to the mattress and spread her arms out over her head. It opened her up completely for my perusal. The chair rattled, and I growled a series of expletives that would make a sailor blush at the sight of her glistening pink pussy, her lips swollen and begging for my touch.
She turned over on her back and peered down at me, trying to suppress a pleased grin as she held my rapt attention. “Spread your legs,” I demanded, and she let her legs fall open. “Touch yourself.”
“How?”
“Play with your clit.” Her breath hitched, and her gaze heated at the harsh demand.
So she liked being told what to do in the bedroom and nowhere else.
Dragging her hand down her stomach, she slipped her fingers over her center and dipped them inside before dragging them back up to circle her clit.
“Yeah, just like that,” I encouraged. She continued to work herself over until her stomach began to tighten. Just before her orgasm crested, I stopped her. “Dip your finger back into your pussy,” I instructed. She wanted to disobey me and finish herself off. I could see it in that hint of defiance in her eyes, but that wasn’t the point of this game. She was giving me control while also allowing me to hold firm to my no touching rule.
She did as I asked, moaning when her fingers slipped inside, and waited for further instruction. “Now fuck your fingers,” I said, my voice growing more strained with every word. My cock swelled to an almost unbearable level as she thrust her fingers in and out, moaning my name.
“I’m imagining your fingers inside me instead of mine,” she confessed, and I nearly lost it.
“Fuck, Jasmine,” I groaned, my voice a desperate plea. “I want to taste you.” She pumped her fingers in and out a few more times before withdrawing them and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “What are you doing?” I asked as she stood, my voice tinged with panic. If she touched me, I would snap. I was barely hanging onto my control as it was. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” I said, trying to inject some authority into my tone. She didn’t care. She was hell-bent on torturing me.
“You said you wanted a taste,” she said as she approached. My throat bobbed as she lowered herself onto my lap, her knees straddling my thighs. I drew in a sharp breath when she liftedher fingers. “Do you want this?” she asked, trying to ensure I was okay with what was happening.
“Yes,” I breathed. She rubbed her drenched fingers across my bottom lip, and my tongue darted out to lap up her arousal. It was intoxicating. I needed more. I wanted to savor her taste. Wrapping my lips around her fingers, I drew them into my mouth. Her lips parted on a gasp as I licked them clean before letting them pop free. Every muscle in my body went taut, and my pulse ratcheted up several notches. That was quite possibly the hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
“That was just a sample. You can have a taste of the real thing,” she proposed. The leather of the reins creaked as I flexed my hands, fighting the urge to beg her to release me so I could finally touch her. My finger brushed her thighs, and she moaned from that tiny bit of contact.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded, “and don’t stop until you’re coming in my lap.”
She brought the fingers I’d licked down to her clit again, whimpering when they met her needy, swollen flesh. Bracing one hand on my shoulder, she worked herself over while I watched with rapt attention, whispering words of praise as she rose higher and higher. My balls drew up tight, and a tingling started at the base of my spine.
My forearms strained against the reins, and the leather creaked so loud that for a moment, I thought they might snap. I had just enough leeway to brush my fingers over the outsides of her thighs. They trembled beneath my touch as she brought herself to the brink. Her warm skin beneath my fingers, the sight of those glorious tits in my face, and the wet sounds of her fingers sliding against her dripping pussy had me hurtling toward it with her.
“I’m so close,” she breathed, her eyes falling closed, and her thighs clamping down on mine.
“Come for me,” I demanded, my voice gruff and thick with desire. She cried out and her hips rocked forward, the motion involuntary and purely instinctual. It was too much. The sound of her coming, the smell of her arousal and the taste of it on my tongue, the feel of her soft, warm skin, and the view of her naked body spread out over my lap. It sent me tumbling over the edge. I released a guttural moan as her fingers slowed, and she rode out the final pulsing aftershocks of her release.She pressed her forehead to mine, and her hair fell around us in a curtain, cocooning us in our own private bubble for just a moment.
We were both breathing hard by the time she stilled. She pulled back and opened her eyes. They were glazed over with satisfaction.
“That was … you were … fuck,” I panted as I tried to catch my breath. She preened, a blush staining her cheeks. I squirmed beneath her, suddenly painfully aware of the situation in my pants. Noticing my discomfort, she began to lift off me but paused when she glanced down at my lap where there was a noticeable wet spot. Fuck, I’d hoped she wouldn’t notice and I could slip off to the bathroom to take care of it. It was wishful thinking.
“My, my, what have we here?” she asked, and my face heated. I stiffened as mortification washed over me. She hadn’t even touched me, and I blew my load like a horny teenager finding his dad’s dirty magazines under his parents’ bed.
My reaction caused something in her expression to shift, and she blinked up at me with worried, innocent eyes. Then she climbed off my lap and hurriedly dropped to the floor in front of me. I immediately began to harden again at the sight of her on her knees at my feet. Then she touched me, and I hissed in a breath. She slid her hands up my thighs slowly, lifting her hungry gaze back to mine. The breaths sawed in and out of my chest, and my blood heated as my dick stirred to life again. It wasobvious how much I wanted this, how desperate I was for her touch.
“I’ve made a mess of things,” she said in a sultry, breathy tone that drove me wild. “I should probably clean it up,” she added, licking her lips like I was her favorite dessert and she was about to devour me whole. Her hands trailed up higher, and anticipation mixed with fear tightened my gut. I wanted her touch, wanted her hands and mouth all over me, but if I let this go any farther, I’d likely do something I couldn’t take back.
“Don’t.” The desperate plea fell from my lips, coming out harsher than I intended. She froze and hesitantly lifted her gaze to mine like she feared what she would find. Her throat bobbed with a heavy swallow, and she quickly withdrew her hands from my legs as though she’d been burned.
Regret coursed through me at the hurt on Jasmine’s face. I hadn’t meant to snap at her, but I worried if she touched me, I'd lose all self-control. Her mere proximity scrambled my brain. When she’d proposed licking me clean, I nearly came in my pants again. The thought of her wrapping those pretty pink lips around my cock was the exact image I had made myself come to in the shower last night.
I tried to ignore the sweet smell of her skin and the scent of her arousal as she hastily untied me. She backed away immediately, folding her arms across her chest to conceal her naked body, her guilt addled expression causing my heart to plummet to my feet. Rubbing at my arms, I stood and closed the distance between us. Her worried gaze connected with mine as I bent to grab the blanket off the sofa bed. I would never be able to look at it the same after this, and I secretly hoped no one washed the sheets so I could bask in her scent the next time I slept in them.
“I just need a minute,” I croaked, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders. I wanted nothing more than to throw heronto that bed and get another taste of her sweet pussy before burying myself deep inside her. And that was exactly what I would do if I didn’t get away from her.
Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away, grabbing my duffle on the way to the bathroom. I leaned against the sink and stared at my reflection in the mirror. “What are you doing, man?” I asked, frustration lacing my tone. I wanted her. I wanted her so bad it hurt, but if we crossed that line, there was no going back. I couldn’t un-fuck my best friend’s daughter.
Swiping a towel off the shelf, I cleaned myself up and changed into fresh clothes. It took me far longer than it should have, but images of Jasmine pleasuring herself kept flashing in my mind, and every time I thought about her, I got hard again. Once I was finally dressed and had regained my composure, I emerged from the bathroom. The space was empty, and everything was put away. The only indication Jasmine had been here and the whole performance hadn’t been a figment of my imagination was the blackberry and vanilla scent that lingered in the air and the reins piled haphazardly in the chair.
