Page 109 of Not A Whisper

I bite my bottom lip to keep from outright grinning. Instead, I roll my eyes and let my head flop back onto a pillow.

“Maybe I should say no. Remind you that you’re way too mad for?—”

Jason’s tongue slides through my folds, flat and confidently, in one long lap. I cry out. The heat from his mouth is on par with the heat beneath my skin. Jason repeats the motion, then circles my clit with his tongue. When he dives deep into my core, my legs clamp the sides of his head.

Desperate for release and as riled up as I am, my orgasm is already near. My body trembles. The relief of being home with my guys after a harrowing day that included a face-off with Garry and then the blaze he’d set at the Baniker’s shop, makes me almost lightheaded. My left arm shoots out and my good hand grips a handful of sheets.

Oh god, I’m going to cum and Jason’s hardly touched me yet. My breath catches, my heart skips a beat. Just as the tension between my legs is about to reach its breaking point, Jason pulls his face away.

I gasp, my hips jerking upward, toward his mouth, instinctually searching for the source of pleasure. “No, Jason. Don’t stop.”

His smile is still intact, but something flickers in those hazel eyes. Uh-oh… I know that look. I shake my head, my legs trying to drop from Jason’s shoulders as I scramble to sit up. He reaches up, grabbing them to keep them in place.

“Where are you going, dollie? Weren’t you just asking me to keep going?” He snickers, holding my legs up by his ears.

“Jason, don’t be mean. Not tonight. I just want you!” I whine.

He sighs and lets my legs flop off his shoulders. “Fine.”

I brighten immediately. “Really? Great!” I spread my legs wider for him to continue his perfect pussy-eating regimen. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get back to work, handsome.”

Jason’s smile shifts. Before I can react, his hand comes down and slaps my pussy. My yelp is loud. I try to pull my legs together to protect myself from another attack, but Jason uses his shoulders to keep them wide. His palm strikes me again.

It doesn’thurt. At least, the stinging doesn’t last long enough to consider it a true pain, but I certainly don’t enjoy it.

“Damn you—Ah!”

Jason’s face dives back down between my legs where his tongue slides through my folds once more. His tongue teases my clit and laps at the arousal that’s spilled out. My breath quickens. The frantic beating of my heart is from both excitement and terror. This isn’t going to be a sweet and tender moment between us. One where he rolls me into an orgasm only to pull me up into his body and makes love with me slowly until we’re both shuddering.

No, that would be too easy.

This moment is about teaching me a lesson. There won’t be anything pleasant happening tonight.

Still, my body coils as Jason works me back up. My breathing comes in sharp pants. The short huffs and puffs irritate my already inflamed throat. I cough slightly but try to push through the discomfort to revel in Jason’s tongue work.

Really, in what class do they teachthis? It should be listed as a top skill on a person’s résumé.

Just as I’m about to cum, Jason pulls away again. This time, he’s faster in doling out his punishment. Jason’s hand comesdown and swats my pussy and swollen clit. I get three strikes instead of two like last time.

“Shit, stop it!”

I struggle against Jason, searching for a way to free my legs. He grabs ahold of them and forces them open wide.

“Stop? But I’ve only just begun.” The cruel smile teasing at his mouth brings his dimples out to play.

“Please, Jason, no more!”

Rather than reply, Jason grips my legs tighter and pulls my lower half toward his face. Again and again, Jason works my body up only to deny me any relief. I struggle against his punishment. But the harder I fight him, the more Jason seems determined to torture me further. Eventually my thrashing and swearing become painful twitches and whimpers. Tears roll down my raw cheeks. Had I been uncomfortable earlier? Every inch of my body now vibrates with overstimulation.

My whimpers turn to sobs. My sobs subside only to become soundless gasps.

I’m not sure how long this goes on, but at long last, Jason brings me to the precipice then lets me fall over to the other side. The orgasm is short-lived and uncomfortably stilted. When he lowers my legs, I simply roll to my side, drag them up to my chest and stare at my wall.

The bed dips and rocks as Jason moves. I don’t pay him any attention. Too tired, sore, and overwhelmed, all I want to do now is go to sleep. The lights in the room turn off and we’re cast into darkness. I’m rocked as Jason climbs back onto the bed. A warm puff of breath hits the back of my neck as he lays down behind me. His thick arm wraps around my waist and pulls me close into his hard body.

Every inch of my body recoils from his touch. I stiffen before trying to lean away from his chest.

“Shh, there, there,” Jason murmurs, dragging me right backinto his chest. “Your punishment was necessary but over. You won’t run into another burning building again, will you?” he asks, his voice light and airy.

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