Page 21 of Crown Jewels
“Fuck this.” He hissed in my face.
The next thing I knew, I was pushed back down on the recliner with my hands pinned above my head. It happened so fast, that I barely had time to catch my breath, before Vahn shoved his hand down the front of my shorts and swept his finger over my clit, causing a spark of pleasure to suck a sharp inhale down my throat.
It was so sudden and unexpected that I didn’t know what to do. Not that I could do anything. Vahn had a firm hold on my wrists, and was folded over me, blocking my means of escape. I couldn’t have gotten away if I wanted to.
What his finger was doing caused all logical thought to fade away. All I could do was glare into his dark navy eyes while gritting my teeth against the sensations coursing through my body.
“Feel that,” Vahn leaned in to purr in my ear, “that’s your clit Parakeet. It feels fucking good, doesn’t it?”
And how did I respond? Did I bite him, kick him, or try to fight at all? No. I simply snarled back, “I know what a fucking clit is.”
“Could’ve fooled me.” he growled then pinched my clit between his thumb and finger, hard.
It hurt, but it also felt good. So good that my back bowed off the recliner, and a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a wince rolled out of my mouth. And it didn’t stop there.
Vahn continued to wind me up like his finger was magic and he knew exactly where the button was, until I had to use every ounce of my strength to hold back my groans of ecstasy.
“You’ve never made yourself feel like this, have you Parakeet?”
“Fuck you.” I hissed, and clamped my lips shut before a moan could slip out.
Why did it have to feel this good? I hated him for this. Hated him for knowing my body better than I did, but I also didn’t want him to stop. My body was aching for it. I felt starved, as if I’d been looking for food my entire life and just found the juiciest, most delicious hamburger on the planet.
My senses were lit up. Everything was heightened. The warmth of his body enveloped me like a cocoon of desire, while his spicy scent caused the electric sparks zinging in my core to shoot across my body.
I experienced it all. The soft cushion of the recliner pressing up behind me. The feel of his hard body digging into my thighs. But mostly I felt the hand between my legs. And damn me to hell, but I wanted that hand. So much that I open my legs and undulated my hips, silently begging for more.
“How are you so good at this?”
“Because I know what I’m fucking doing.” Vahn’s breath wafted off my ear making me realize I said that out loud.
“God, I hate you.”Smug bastard.
I knew he was enjoying this. I couldn’t see if he was smirking. I wasn’t sure if my eyes were closed, or if my vision had given way to everything else, but I could feel his arrogance.
“You might hate me,” he let go of my wrists, grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “but you need this.”
Fuck him, I didn’t need this. I could live a life of frustration and unsatisfaction.
“You need to come so bad your pussy is begging for it.”
Oh god he was right.
The tension in my core wound tighter, as Vahn’s magic fingers continued their work. I could see the edge I’d been chasing. It was right there, so close I could taste it. And all I wanted to do was open my arms and fall.
That’s when it happened. A moan slipped out.
Something shifted in Vahn’s demeanor. I couldn’t see past the pleasure he was forcing on me, but I could feel it in the air and how he moved in, crowding me with his presence.
“You want to come, don’t you Parakeet?”
Yes, yes I did. I wanted it so bad. But I would never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. So, I bit my lip.
I was ready to jump over the cliff when his hand stopped moving.
“But you can make yourself come, right?”
He ripped his hand out of my shorts, leaving me hanging on that hot and needy edge.
