Too Hot to Handle (Romancing the Clarksons #1)(63)

“No,” Rita whispered, holding on to the swing for balance, because, yeah, Jasper was definitely blowing warm air along her dampening flesh. Oh, Christ, who knew that could feel so good? It was as if he traced her with a single fingertip. “I’m thinking about how you talk to me. Wishing I c-could get away with saying things like that.”

Jasper smiled against the inside of her knee before trailing his tongue higher, toward the core on which his eyes were so intently focused. “Ah, beautiful. You’re welcome say whatever comes into that head of yours. But I reckon there will be consequences.

So close. He’s so close. A little farther. “What kind of consequences?”

Rita grappled to hang on to the ropes when Jasper threw both of her legs over his shoulders, grabbing her backside and yanking her to the swing’s edge. “Why don’t we find out?” Locking blue eyes on her, Jasper delivered a long, stiff-tongued lick, starting off an electric buzz between her ears. “Let’s hear what you have to say while I’m going to work”—another devastating slide of his tongue—“on this delicious pussy you’re showing off for me.”

Concentration was not a viable option with Jasper’s hands squeezing and releasing the globes of her backside, with his determined tongue wreaking havoc on her every sense. Her every nerve ending. The ropes creaked inside her hands, her heels finding purchase in the flexing muscles of his back. “Oh, please. Oh…can you…?”

“Can I what?” Jasper paused midlick to growl. “Ask me, goddammit. I’m on my knees giving you head, beautiful. That means my mouth is at your service.”

Rita struggled to inhale. “I just…I love your fingers and—”

“Ahh, Jesus.” He dropped a kiss on top of her clit. “This pretty thing remembers me from before, doesn’t she? Misses being filled up, poor girl.”

“Yes,” Rita gasped, then louder, “Yes,” when Jasper pumped his middle finger into her, flicking his tongue against her tingling bud, attention on her all the while. His eyes were glazed over, his sounds of masculine pleasure rippling over her flesh. Did she taste as good as Jasper made it seem? Because wow. Wow. Had he just snarled against the slight entrance to her body? Jasper was just as desperate for her as she was for him, and that assurance imbued her with breathtaking confidence she’d never experienced before. It toppled her barriers and let words overrun the ruins. “You were so big in my mouth this morning. I wanted you to keep going…wanted to taste you.”

Rita’s confession ended in a scream when Jasper bent his finger inside her, attacking a spot she’d always sworn was a mythical location. “Consequences, Rita,” Jasper breathed against her, his cheekbones more prominent from what appeared to be rampant desire. Brought forth by her words? Yes…

“When y-you asked me if I wanted you to touch my breasts…”

His tongue slipped inside her, causing her to trail off with a moan, but Jasper slapped her outer thigh with a resounding smack, putting her back on track, even as he drove his tongue in and out with an efficiency that made her dizzy.

“I wanted to ask i-if you would…” He sucked on her clit, drawing hard, forcing the rest of her confession out on a rushed exhale. “If you would put yourself between them. My breasts.”

Jasper’s guttural exhale, coupled with the pull of his mouth on her most sensitized flesh, pushed Rita past the point of return. The thighs slung over Jasper’s shoulders shook, totally out of her control. His crooked finger was joined by a second, those skillful digits combining forces to exploit Rita’s G-spot, while he quite simply feasted on her. Jasper’s tongue licked around the bases of his fingers and over her clit, never stopping, never easing up. Making a meal out of her.

Just when Rita thought she couldn’t take another single second of the perfect torture, Jasper shoved to his feet, wrapping an arm around the back of Rita’s hips. Their lips went wild against each other, tongues thrashing inside Rita’s mouth, then Jasper’s. When he finally pulled away and allowed her to take in a hefty drag of oxygen, ripping Rita’s shirt over her head, the sex in his eyes sucked that air right back out. “You wanted me to fuck your tits, is that right?” He plowed his available hand through her hair before bringing his open mouth down on hers for a kiss so carnal her thighs widened without a command from her brain. “Slip my cock up and down in your sweat. Right in front of your gorgeous face. Fuck. You know how hot that would make me? Watching you watch me thrust, up close like that?” As if picturing the scene, Jasper bent down and sucked at the swell of her right breast, cheeks hollowing. “That would have ended with me dripping off your nipples.”

Rita released one of the ropes to grip Jasper’s tight backside, pulling him closer, his body heat, his touch now a necessity. “I would have loved that.”

There was no way to prepare for Jasper’s entering her body. One moment, they were french-kissing like the two most sexually charged people on the planet, Jasper covering himself with thin latex…the next—ahhh—she was filled to stretching with his arousal. “Consequences,” he grated right into her ear, seating himself more firmly, curling Rita’s toes with the zap of sensation. “Christ, beautiful. You didn’t start slow with the dirty talk, did you? Telling me you wanted me to flood that sexy mouth. Telling me new places you’d like to feel me.”