Jagger jerked back, the belt in his hand. His face creased in consternation, and then he dropped the belt and pulled her into his chest, enfolding her in his arms. “Shhhh, sweetheart. I would never do anything you don’t want me to do.”
She buried her face in his shoulder, gulping in her breaths as she tried to slow her hammering pulse. “I didn’t know I didn’t want you to do it until you did.”
He stroked her hair, soothing her fear, but not her fire. “You’ve never been restrained before?”
“Not with a belt.”
“I’ll make sure to cross that one off the list.”
She looked up and smiled, her panic fading in the face of his humor. “You have a list?”
“A long one. I add to it every day. It’s called, ‘Things I want to do to Arianne.’”
Her smile broadened. “What else is on the list?”
He kissed her, then caressed her breasts, rolling and pinching her tender nipples until the last vestiges of her fear had disappeared beneath a need made more fierce for having been denied for even those few minutes.
“Tasting you.” He leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth. “Licking you till you come in my mouth. You want my mouth, Arianne?”
Arianne cried out softly as his heat burned her tender flesh, her core tightening with every rasp of his tongue. “Oh, God. Yes.”
“Good girl. Like to hear those words.” He tugged the shirt over his head, and she leaned forward and kissed his scar.
“Do I get to find out what this is from?” She smoothed her fingers over his naked torso.
“You gonna tell me why the belt made you panic?”
“No.” She bit her lip as her cheeks flushed.
“Then we’ll both keep our secrets a little bit longer.”
The heat in his eyes made her smolder inside. Every minute she spent with him made it harder to imagine walking away.
He eased her back on the rough wooden surface of the table, positioning her feet on the lip, then slid his hands along her inner thighs. “Spread your legs for me.”
Her mouth went dry. Too intimate. Too vulnerable. “Someone might come out.”
“Texted Wheels when I got here.” He settled in the chair in front of her. “Told him to make sure no one comes out. And Zane’s at the front gate. He knows no one comes in. No one will bother us.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows. “Why didn’t you just tell them you were planning to seduce me and fuck me on the porch?”
“Not their business. They do what I tell them to do. Now, relax, sweetheart. I want this. I want you. And I want to hear you come.” Pressing her legs apart, he leaned in and licked along her folds.
Arianne groaned and fell back on the table as he tortured and teased. Any hesitation she might have felt disappeared. Every flick of his tongue heightened her need until her thighs trembled beneath his palms. “Can I scream now?”
“Soon.” His tongue slid inside her as he parted her labia and stroked his thumbs along her sensitive inner walls. Her hips bucked against him and she cried out at the intense sensation.
“I love your body,” he murmured. “Wanted to taste you this way since the day we met.” He lapped at her clit as his thumbs stroked deeper, drawing her closer and closer to her peak. She’d never known pleasure like this, never been with a man who understood her body and could give her what she needed.
A cool breeze ruffled her hair, soothed her burning skin, and a bird chirped overhead. She felt at once cherished and dirty, outside in the dark, spread open on the rough wood surface, with his mouth licking her pussy as his brothers partied only a few meters away.
He alternated soft flicks of his tongue on her clit with the firm pressure of his thumbs against her sensitive tissue until she was coiled so tight, her body shook with need. Threading her fingers through his hair, she pressed his head down and moaned. “Make me come.”
It took only one more lick. Arianne covered her mouth to stifle her scream as she arched off the table, her orgasm zinging through her body, making every nerve ending overload. But he didn’t stop. He lapped at her clit and thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them to press against her sensitive spot, a relentless stroking that made her buck and writhe on the table. She didn’t know whether to plead for him to continue or push him away.
“I want you inside me.” She panted her breaths, only a heartbeat shy of begging.
“And I want to watch you come again.” His eyes glittered in the dim light. “Come all over my hand, and you can have my cock.” He bent down and drew her clit between his teeth, nipping with the lightest pressure.
She almost forgot to stifle her moan, covering her mouth seconds after the orgasm hit, a deep pulsating sensation unlike anything she had experienced before.
With his gaze firmly fixed on her, Jagger grabbed a condom from his pocket and sheathed himself. “Gonna fuck you now,” he said. “Hard and fast over the table while I imagine my mark—the Sinner mark—tattooed above your ass.”