“Oh?” I repeated.
One of her hands moved to cup me through my jeans. “You’re very hard. Killian and Renz were both hard when they were touching me, but…” She rolled her hand against me, making me shudder. “I’m not sure fingers are going to be enough now.”
“I’ll try my best.”
I slid my fingers through her soaked folds, pleased at how wet she was. I explored her slowly, watching her face as her eyes shifted to half-mast, her mouth dropping open. Her clit was already hard and swollen. I touched it lightly, and she jerked her hips, seeking more. I obliged, rolling the sensitive flesh between my fingers.
She shuddered against me, whimpering as she pressed closer. Her hands roamed over me, exploring every inch of me as I circled her clit. She was soon whining in wordless need, her hips rocking repeatedly. I pushed two fingers into her and ground the heel of my palm against her, but she only made a frustrated noise.
“Not enough,” she panted. “Need more.”
I pulled my hand free and rolled her to her back. I pinned her in place, spreading her legs wide around my hips. Jasmine let out a breathless laugh as she grabbed me and yanked my mouth to hers. She tasted sweet, like a mouthful of fresh spring water. I groaned into her, fucking her with my fingers. But she kept writhing, kept jerking like she needed more.
I broke from her mouth reluctantly and kissed down her front, shoving her shirt out of the way so I could lick first one taut nipple, then the other.
“Owen,” she panted. “What…what are you doing?”
I continued down my path. “I’m going to take the pain away, Jasmine.”
I moved back, half-falling off the edge of the bed as I got into position. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and kissed the inner crease where her hip met her thigh. Jasmine’s eyes were bright as she lifted herself to look down at me.
“Oh,” she breathed. “You’re going to…”
My mouth watered with the need to taste her, but there was something in her eyes. I forced myself to stop and looked up at her. “I’ll stop. We can go back to the others. What do you want me to do?”
She held her breath. And I held mine, too, waiting for her answer.
Chapter 13 - Jasmine
This wasn’t what I expected from Owen. I expected a cold, ruthless efficiency. I didn’t think he’d necessarily be outright cruel, but I thought he would set about the task and get to the end goal as quickly as possible, without a care for my feelings.
His breath was warm against my skin, his thumbs rubbing back and forth against my thighs. And he waited. His expression remained patient and calm, and the way he looked at me told me that he wouldn’t push one way or another. And somehow, it felt like something other than begrudging duty.
I realized I was holding my breath and let it out in a rush. “Do you want to?” I asked, half afraid of the answer.
“I do. I know how strange that sounds, but I do want to give you pleasure, Jasmine. I don’t want to just take away your pain. I want you to feel good.” A wry smile crossed his face. “It’s like you said. We might not have anything else, but at least we can have this.”
I nodded. He dropped his head and kissed my thigh, and I shivered, letting my head fall back. I clutched at the thin blanket beneath me, tingles emitting like tiny fireworks from the places his lips and tongue touched. He took his time as he explored me, starting on my thighs and lower belly, circling closer and closer to my sex.
Just his touch made the pain all but disappear. I wanted more, and that want made it difficult to think past the rivers of lava in my blood. But thoughts were still there, and they started to spiral. Was I being sexy enough? I should be moving, right? Saying encouraging things? Not just lying here…
When Killian touched me, I’d had Renz to cling to, to kiss, and to occupy my hands and thoughts. Between the two of them, I didn’t have the space for self-consciousness.
Now, though… “Should I be doing anything?” I blurted, cheeks hot.
“Just do what you usually do,” he answered, then nibbled at the crease of my hip and thigh.
I gasped, partly in pleasure, but also partly because of his words. “But I haven’t…”
Owen stilled. He pulled back, and the sharp pain inside of me increased with every inch. I whimpered, reaching for his shoulders.
“Don’t stop,” I begged.
He cupped my pussy with his hand, squeezing lightly, and the pain reduced. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, don’t stop,” I said, confused.
Owen shook his head. “When you said you haven’t. Do you mean specifically oral sex? Or are you a virgin?”
