Page 27 of The Outcast
“Be quiet or the candidates might hear us,” she scolded me.
I still bent my legs, planting the soles of my feet firmly against the mattress. “I hate being tickled under my feet.”
“I wasn’t tickling you. Just touching.” Sparrow continued her journey upward, sliding a finger over my inner thigh. When she reached my balls, she let the side of her fingers brush the sensitive skin of my sack and cock without stopping to play with the eager guy. It was a good thing that I was an experienced lover who was capable of controlling myself.
Sparrow sniffed and licked my body all over, from my stomach to my shoulder, neck, and jawline. With her face close to mine, I kissed her lips and received a low giggle in return before she used her hand to turn my head and lick my cheek.
“Your stubble feels rough on my tongue.”
“I know a place on my body where the skin is soft and smooth,” I teased and closed my eyes as her soft curly hair rubbed across my face.
“You said that there’s nothing you haven’t tried before, right?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Keeping my left eyelid closed with her finger, she licked it and muttered low, “Did someone lick your eyelid before?”
“Nope, that’s a new one.”
“Hmm.” The sound of satisfaction from her made me smile wider and then I chuckled when she suckled my nose a little.
“You’re amazing, Sparrow. I didn’t think a woman could ever surprise me, but you’re doing a good job.”
“Ahh, but that proves that you’ve underestimated us Nwomen. You thought we were shy virgins, isn’t that what you said?”
“Because I know you don’t explore your sexuality like we do. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
Sparrow reached for her pile of clothes and this time she pulled out the hunting knife that we all carried strapped on our thigh as part of our uniform.
My eyes narrowed and my blood pressure rose. “What are you doing?”
Sparrow pulled the knife from its blade and placed the tip against the middle of my chest. While looking straight into my eyes, she slid the knife downward in a very slow movement. She didn’t press it and there was no blood, but the sight of a knife heading toward my cock made me nervous.
“Sparrow, be careful.”
“What is it?” She angled her head. “You seem a little on edge. And here I thought you had already tried everything.”
“I take that back. No one ever played with a knife on my body.”
“Hmm…” With a smug smile, she let the knife circle my navel and then she turned it and let the dull side of the knife run sideways across my hard erection all the way down to my balls. Sparrow had grown up using knives and it was clear that she felt comfortable wielding one. There was no blood still, but the power she emanated had me in awe of her.
All this time, I’d imagined how it would be to seduce her and introduce her to sex. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined she would take charge and blow my mind like this.
“Don’t move,” she said when the knife reached my feet. “I would hate to cut off your toe because you make a sudden movement.”
Even though I trusted her, I still exhaled with relief when she was done playing with the knife and put it away. Her little show of power had my pulse racing as she returned to investigate my body further. This time her interest took her back to my crotch. Using her slim fingers, she lifted my ball sack and spread my legs wider.
I grinned with a slight feeling of embarrassment when she lowered her head to study what was between my cheeks. It wasn’t that I was averse to using my back hole as part of a sex act, but no one had ever studied it the way she did.
“Do you enjoy being entered?” she asked.
“Sure. I’m open to most things. You know what I would beveryopen to right now?” I was so damn horny that I pulled down my tied hands and reached out for her.
Sparrow arched an eyebrow and pushed my hands back above my head.
“I want you to sit on me,ma chérie.”
“What did you just call me?”
