“Fuck you!” I grumble. “Let me fucking go!”
His grip on my neck loosens momentarily, giving me a false sense of hope as I lift my head. But then his laugh reaches my ears as he slams my face back into the dirt. “I don’t fucking think so, princess. You’re not going anywhere.”
A full-body shiver runs through me, my body viscerally reacting to his words. They’re spoken with malice. I love it.
He spanks me once more, harder than the first time, and I can’t help the way my hips thrust into the ground, desperately needing friction. I’d be embarrassed to admit how fucking hard I am already because of this if I didn’t know how wholly fucked he is too.
Using his one free hand, he spreads me open, and for a moment, he does nothing. I wish I could look back and see what he’s doing… how his face looks as he takes in my hole.
Does he like what he sees?
What does he plan to do with it?
Is he going to be rough?I sure as fuck hope so.
Something hot and wet slides through my crack. His spit.
Fuck,I could almost come already. A pathetic moan claws its way up my throat, and Caspian chuckles when he hears it. “Such a fucking slut, aren’t you?” His finger slides through the wet mess, the pad of his thumb circling my entrance. He’s not pressing in, or pressing at all, really. Just teasing. “Tell me, how fucking bad do you want this right now, Rowan?”
Shaking my head the best I can, I spit out, “Not at all, psycho. Get off me!”
“Aww,” he says in a very chastising tone. “But where’s the fun in that, little one?”
Gosh, his accent is coming out thick right now. It’s fucking sexy.
Then he’s shoving through the tight muscle, no warning. I gasp.Loudly.
“You’re so fucking tight for me, baby,” he coos, more to himself than anything. He doesn’t insert more than the tip of his thumb into me. It’s maddening. “Gonna have to loosen you up a bit if you’re going to take the cock I plan to give you.”
Fuck, yes, please.
In a quick move I don’t anticipate, he shifts himself at the same time his hand leaves my neck, only to replace it with his knee.
His fucking knee is on my neck.
It’s obvious most of his weight is on his opposite leg since I can still breathe, but I probably should be concerned about the position I’ve been put in. More than that, I should be concerned by how much I’mnotconcerned. In fact, I’m probably more turned on than I’ve ever been.
With the new position, he leans down, holding me open with both hands now, nose right in my crack as heinhaleslike I’m the best goddamn scent he’s ever smelled. My cheeksflameat the sound, the act so fucking filthy. There’re birds chirping in the distance, the leaves swaying on the trees, the feel of them crumpling below my half-naked body. It’s scratchy and rough. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on my other senses as I allow myself to get lost in his touch, no matter how minute.
Caspian’s nose tickles the skin along my cheeks, down my crack, circling around my hole. I cry out as his sharp teeth sink into my flesh, my hips bucking, dick throbbing. The way he has my shorts shoved down, my groin is still covered, only my ass exposed. After what feels like an eternity, the flat of his tongue swipes along my taint, making me cry out.
“You taste so fucking good, princess.” The words are spoken against my skin, barely loud enough for me to hear. His voice is like top shelf whiskey poured over my desire—smooth, rich, and so goddamn intoxicating. With the blood roaring in my ears, I’m surprised I even can. His knee is still pressed down on my neck, his fingers dug into my cheeks with a bruising hold. The tip of his tongue licks and probes me with featherlight strokes; it’s nearly too much and not enough at the same time.
Ineedmore, desperately so, but I won’t beg. Not yet, at least.
He continues to explore every inch of my most intimate parts—well, the ones visible right now—with his fingers and his tongue and his teeth until I’m practically sobbing. He groans from time to time, as if he’s enjoying this as much as I am, the sound vibrating through my lower half. My dick is throbbing and painfully hard, and so fucking deprived of attention. I can’t handle it.
“Please…please,” I cry out, my mouth centimeters away from the hard ground.
He chuckles darkly. “Please what?”
Not wanting to beg, I press my lips tightly together, but not before a whimper comes out. My whole body feels lit up, like it’s one huge thread of live wire. I’m dizzy, and I can’t tell if it’s from arousal or the way his knee will sometimes cut off some of my air supply depending on how he’s leaning, or maybe it’s a little bit of both. Insides tingling, a molten type of heat pools low in my gut as he inserts a single, long finger into my hole.
I gasp, the intrusion unexpected but needed. He doesn’t go easy, doesn’t take his time, sliding in to the third knuckle in one swift go. Crooking the digit, he brushes against the spot inside of me that has stars erupting behind my closed eyelids.
“Oh, fuck!”
A sound that can only be described as a deep, primal type of growl rumbles from deep in his chest, but he says nothing.
