and tracing my belly button before stopping at my waistband. “Last chance.”
“What? The big bad wolf gonna eat me all up? I thought…”
I was being cheeky, but my words died as I saw his smile. It was hot and sly, promising me one thousand and one pleasures, if I just gave in. But those teeth were sharp, too sharp, and there were too many of them, white and shining in the moonlight.
“Jai?” I heard the waver in my voice, and so did he, my heartbeat running like a bloody rabbit’s.
“Shh…” he said, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my hips. I should have wriggled free, rolled off the bed, grabbed my gear, and ran, but when had I ever been sensible when it came to Jai? Instead, I spread my legs, inviting the predator in. And like any good monster, his eyes shone silver as he stared at his prey.
“So pretty…” he said, brushing the backs of his fingers along my seam, my skin roaring to life in response. The flesh he’d bruised so sweetly with his jeans clad cock flowered under his touch, swelling, slickening. I frowned at that, feeling a gush of fluid, but as if he’d anticipated that, his thumb slid slowly up the entire hood of my clit. My cunt spasmed weakly, as if expecting to be filled and somehow disappointed it wasn’t. With each contraction, I could feel another trickle of fluid.
“Jai…?”
I struggled to get up, some of the lovely, hot feeling washing away as I felt liquid dripping from me. Had I…?
“It’s OK, love. This is the way it’s supposed to be.” He brought his slick fingers to his mouth and licked them slowly, like they were some kind of high-end ice cream or something. He looked like a naughty little boy, caught with a treat and… Those eyes shone silver and opaque, like he was a monster that was going to eat me all up. “Fuck…” he groaned. “Your scent is deepening.” His hands went around my thighs, and he yanked me closer, spreading me wide. Part of me recoiled. This wasn’t my gentle boy under the gum trees. But I wasn’t a kid anymore either. He shot me one last look, giving me one final out, but my hand whipped out, pressing his head down.
“Yes, Shan…” he mumbled into my thigh, and then his tongue flicked out.
I had a love-hate relationship with being eaten out. It was the sweetest, loveliest of sensations that almost broke my heart with the right guy, but it was often not enough. I needed something more, harder, rougher to get off. Well, I needn’t have worried. His tongue was cunning and quick, flicking my sensitive nub until my poor, punch-drunk little clit started pulsing with waves of gentle pleasure that should have heralded a weak orgasm, but that wasn’t about to happen. His insistent fingers took over, sliding my hood back and forth, making the pleasure spike but not climax.
“Fuck…your taste,” he groaned before spearing his tongue inside me.
My fingers dug into the sheets as I writhed around on the bed. I felt full of his mobile, wriggling tongue, the pressure of his mouth, his lips, his nose driving me insane. I made inarticulate cries to dark gods, having no idea what they’d do for me. I had to be drowning Jai, as I could feel gushes of liquid pouring out of me, but he seemed to drink it down and come back for more.
When my cries had gone hoarse and ragged, he relented, pulling back and sliding a finger into me, followed by another, then another. Maybe there was more, I couldn’t tell. I was on fire, a scrambling, wild thing. I bore down on his hand as he thrust his fingers into me, something deep inside me needing the stretch.
“That’s it, Shan. Open up for me, love. Take me deep.”
There was something in those words, something I should have been paying attention to, but I didn’t. My brain was one big screaming cry for completion. I needed to come, my spine ached with it. I panted wildly, fighting for breath and… Jai felt amazing, but that wasn’t it.
“More…” I croaked out, but for what, I didn’t know.
But Jai did. His grin was wicked and sharp as he bent low over me. Another finger slipped inside me, the sounds they made as they moved making me cringe, but only for a moment. His lips closed over my clit, sucking it hard as his fingers curled