Page 55 of Defying Ella
His focus shot back to my face, and he narrowed his eyes on me. “What are you playing at?”
“What do you mean?” I asked, playing hard on the innocence while I rolled my nipple between my fingers.
Everything happened so fast, I honestly couldn’t say if there was any order to the chaos before I found myself flat on my back on the solid wood table. Pieces still rolled over the edge, clattering against the floor,
“What was your plan?” Jared’s intense gaze fixed on my face while his hands skimmed from my hips to my feet, taking my leggings and underwear with him.
“I didn’t have one,” I gasped, totally lying through my teeth.
“Liar,” Jared growled as he leaned forward and nipped my hip. “Was this what you wanted?” He licked away the sting and my nerves buzzed at the contact.
“Maybe.” I giggled.Definitely.
“Or this?”
He worked two fingers in and out of me, hooking them at just the right moment to make my toes curl.
Just as I started panting, his touch vanished.
“Jared, no,” I whined.
Fabric rustled and then the best kind of heat pressed against my opening.
“Or did you really want my dick?”
He dragged the blunt head of his cock back and forth until I squirmed, my back bowed, and I danced on the edge of an orgasm. All the while his fingers caressed my inner thighs, both holding them open and teasing me.
“Oh fuck! Please.”
The pressure vanished and I nearly cried at the loss. Then chair legs scraped against the ground and he sat between my legs. With any kind of rational thought lost to the fogs of lust, my mind spun at all the sensation changes.
Frowning, I propped myself up on my elbows to get eyeson him. His fingers continued to rub circles against my inner thigh but otherwise, he just stared at my bare sex. I tried to close my legs but he held them apart.
“What are you doing?”
His gaze flicked to me for all of a second before gliding back down. “You wanted to torture me…” His fingers grazed over my clit with zero warning and my hips jolted forward. “So I’m returning the favour.”
“I’d really rather you just fucked me.”
“Too bad, Sparky.” Jared smirked. “You’ve got a lesson to learn, and I’m going to enjoy taking my sweet,”—his head lowered—“sweet time.”
He lapped at me, and any strength I’d possessed faded. I collapsed back on the table, giving in to him. He could do whatever he wanted as long as he kept up the mind numbingly glorious pressure.
I have no idea how long he used that talented tongue on me. Sweat beaded my skin and my body shook by the time he edged me back from an orgasm for the fifth time.
“Stop… torturing… me,” I panted.
He hummed against my hip. “But I’m having fun.”
My stomach dropped and my clit pulsed almost painfully.
“I’ll give you anything, if you just let me come,” I said, not bothering to mask my desperation.
“What if I don’t want anything but you squirming, muttering my name?” He dragged his nails up my thigh, sending a shiver straight through me.
“Please, Jared.”
“Just like that,” he whispered, his voice deepening with pure satisfaction. He chuckled as he trailed kisses down my thigh and I settled in for another round of torture. Then he stood, both shocking me and making my body tense.What now?
