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“Do you get turned on by watching?” I joke, and he turns pink. “You kinky fucker!” I laugh at him squirming. The mighty, arrogant Linden has a weakness! I decide to have a little fun with him.
I wink at Rowan, and he gives me a smile to show he’s on board before slipping his arms around my back and pulling me close. Finally, finally our lips touch and my breath is stolen from me for all the right reasons this time.
My arms snake their way up to allow my fingers to tangle in his soft hair. I love how it isn’t long, but there’s enough for me to gently pull and tug. I sigh, opening my mouth and allowing Rowan to deepen the kiss. His tongue slips in to dance with mine and I pull him even more tightly against me, plastering him into my curves, moulding him to fit me. His wings brush against my arms and I shudder with pleasure at their feather-light touch. My reaction seems to push a button, giving him the green light to turn things up a notch.
What I’m not expecting is for him to remove my shirt. I blink, and it’s done, but before I can process his lips are back on mine, devouring me, while his hands cup my bare breasts. My white skirt is removed next and I can just about form the thought that it’s not fair.
“You...too...many...clothes,” I manage between kisses. There’s a burning desire building in me that’s manifesting as a frantic impatience to have Rowan crawling under my skin. He breaks away and allows me to tug his shirt off, and when our bare chests collide, the heat is searing. I run my palms over every inch of bare skin and quickly follow suit with my lips. I hear Rowan undoing his belt and the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down…That. I want that.
I drop to my knees and help him shuck his jeans. I don’t hesitate to remove his dick from his boxers. He has an impressive length, a perfect girth. I should be able to manage that.
For a moment, nerves strike, because it has been a while, but then I wrap my hand around the base and slowly begin to pump. Mouth watering, I lean forward and tentatively lick the small bead of pre-cum off his tip. Flavor unlike anything I've ever tasted before explodes on my tongue, and I groan. So much for taking it slow. I fall upon his cock, licking and sucking like I’m in a popsicle eating contest, all self-doubt erased from my mind as I attack him with fervour. Rowan must approve of and appreciate my technique because he groans and fists his hands in my hair, helping to set the pace.
I grow bolder and take him deeper, faster, pushing him to the edge to get my reward. I can tell he’s close when his thighs start to tighten and his grip on my hair becomes almost painful. He’s so close.
“Fuck,” Rowan hisses through clenched teeth and I take that as my cue to flick the tip of his cock with my tongue. “Jas—” he warns, and I bite back a smile.
“Stop!” A second voice growls, causing me to jump. My jumping triggers Rowan’s orgasm and I hastily swallow every mouthful as he floods my mouth unexpectedly. I’d completely forgotten we had an audience. Fuck.
“Fuck you,” Rowan groans. I’m hoping that’s aimed at Linden, not me. “Fuck, Jas, that was amazing.”
I smile up at Rowan, loving the compliment, and allowing him to pull me to my feet.
He gives me a kiss and pulls me in for a hug. Which is lovely, but...needs. I have ‘em. I squirm.
“I’m gonna take care of you,” Rowan promises. “Where’s your room?”
“Upstairs,” I groan. He chuckles.
“Which room?”
“Any!” I give not one fuck where we do this, so long as we’re doing it in the next ten seconds.
“Oh!” I gasp as Rowan scoops me into his arms, then suddenly I’m weightless as we’re freaking flying up the stairs toward my bedroom. Oh wow, fuck. Wow. Fuck. We land in my room, Rowan gently laying me down on the bed.
“That was amazing,” Rowan tells me. “Let me return the favor.”
“You did! I just freaking flew!”
He grins down at me and for the first time I see a wickedness in his smile that reminds me of Linden. “No foreplay necessary,” I tell him. He laughs.
“I don’t care if it’s necessary,” he growls. “I’ve been dreaming of tasting you since you hit the pavement in that little white summer dress and flashed me.”
Oh fuck. He covers my body with his and slowly kisses his way south. When he reaches my lace panties, he removes them with one hand, without tearing his eyes from me. When his tongue makes contact with my clit, I shudder.
“Row, please,” I beg. I’m too impatient.
“Let me, Jas,” he murmurs against my heat. I love the vibrations it creates. He inserts a finger into me and slowly pumps it in and out. He’s going so slow, it’s torture. I want to tear my hair out, but I’m not about to ask twice. Can I fake it? Just to speed things along a little?
“Don’t even think about it,” he growls against me. Damn it, did I say that out loud?
“Yes, you did. That too. Now shut up and let me concentrate,” he harrumphs.
Can’t help but think a real man would be able to pull this off with a brass band playing in the room, but hey ho, my lips are sealed.
Rowan chuckles against me and picks up the pace a little. I’m just relaxing and getting into it when there’s an almighty banging on the bedroom door. It’s very distracting. As my bedroom door flies open, I have just enough time to mutter a shielding spell under my breath, so that when Linden tries to cross the threshold into the room, he hits an invisible barrier and is sent backwards with a zap of bright blue electricity.
“Oh, real mature, Jasmine,” he snarks.
