Page 115 of Guarded
Running his hands along the sides of my corset, he smirked suddenly. “I do think there’s one thing that might make it even better though.”
My stomach knotted. Oh no. Had I forgotten something? “What’s that?”
His fingers went to the sensitive skin hiding my wings, making me shiver. “If these were out. If you’re going for the angelic aesthetic, we should add the wings in too. I’m curious to know if you can come just from having them played with.”
The knot eased. “I’ve never done that before.”
Jem gave me a gentle kiss. “Well, we do love sharing firsts.”
I grinned at him as I let my wings free. It was a good thing my room was generously sized; their span was well over six feet. The tops rose above my shoulders, while the tips gently trailed on the floor.
“Beautiful,” Jem whispered, reaching out to stroke a feather. I bit back a whimper. Fuck, if a slight touch felt that electric, what would it be like when he felt them properly? “Utterly beautiful.”
“You have the same,” I couldn’t help but remind him. “I’ve seen them and I can promise that they’re just as beautiful.”
“Yes, but we’re not talking about mine now.” Jem idly stroked along the inside of my right wing. “We’re discussing yours. Now, let’s find out where you’re most sensitive.”
I leaned against the dressing table behind me as Jemstarted his exploration in earnest. He alternated between both my wings, teasing his fingers along various pathways until my breath was coming in fast gasps.
“Definitely sensitive,” Jem murmured, his tongue flicking out over his bottom lip. “I wonder how this will feel.”
He lowered his head and blew over the feathers. It shouldn’t have been arousing. I flew every day with the wind rushing over them and had never got an erection from it.
But from Jem’s mouth? For some reason, it had me hard as a rock.
As he used both his hands and his mouth to drive me crazy, I braced myself on the dressing table, the wood making an ominous creaking sound. I was beyond caring. I couldn’t think past what Jem was doing to me. How he was making me feel.
His touches grew faster, teasing countless nerve endings. My knees were shaking now. The pressure was building in the base of my spine. “Jem, I’m close. Oh, fuck.”
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, sweeping a hand down each of my wings. He seemed to have pinpointed the most sensitive areas, stimulating both at once. “Come for me, Noah.”
I cried out as I came. My head fell back as the waves of pleasure crashed through me. What was strange was how I felt them all the way down to the tips of my wings.
Fuck.That was unreal.
“We’re definitely doing this again,” I gasped when I was finally able to talk again. “Next time though, you’re the one we’re experimenting on.”
“Deal.” Jem’s eyes dropped to my lacy jock. “Whoops, we’ve made a mess again.”
I sighed. “Yeah, that’s the issue with little lacy garments. There’s not a lot of room for it to go anywhere.”
“As pretty as these are, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Jem said, sliding them over my hips. Rather than letting them fall to the floor, he lowered himself to his knees and removed them carefully.
“What are you doing?”
Jem shot me a faux innocent look. “Just cleaning you up.” I moaned as his tongue flicked out over my soft cock. “Delicious.”
It was all I could do to remain upright as Jem fastidiously licked the cum off my cock. By the time he was done, I was achingly hard again. “Jem, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Good,” he muttered, sucking my cock into his mouth. I whimpered as his head bobbed back and forth for a moment before lifting off. “There, all clean and ready to go again.”
“What did I do to deserve you?”
Jem looked up at me. “I think I’m the one who should be asking that question.” His fingers snuck into my crease, his eyes widening as they found the plug. “Oh my fuck. Did you prep yourself?”
I nodded as he tugged on the plug, fucking it in and out of me.
“I would’ve done it, you know.”
