"Okay. I'm ready," she quipped as she played with her hair. "Put on a show on me."
Boy did this guy know how to put on a show. Armaan had the kind of body and charisma which horny, rich women would pay millions to get a feel of. Both figuratively and literally, she thought cheekily as she watched him run a hand over his chest while his other one wrapped around his impressive cock and pumped slowly.
There was something about watching a guy as sexy as him touch himself, knowing he was doing it because he was horny for you...
Thanks to him, Jasmine had discovered it was one of her biggest turn-ons.
"Take your jeans off," she told him slowly.
He found it hot too when she instructed him this way because his eyes turned a deeper shade of blue and his expression became almost ravenous.
Once he was completely naked, he went back to his task with a vigour and enthusiasm that made her eyes go wide. Her panties were almost drenched now and she had no idea what to do about it. She'd never pleasured herself before and wasn't sure how to go about it without feeling awkward. So she just watched.
"You don't want to-?"
"No," she interrupted quickly because she knew what he had been about to ask. He could probably tell she was horny from the way she was eating him up with her eyes.
"So what...you just do it later or...? I mean, you don't have to show me anything."
"Don't talk," she ordered him, observing the movement of his hands. "And go faster."
Armaan stopped and she could see the sheen of sweat all over his god-like body. Without taking his eyes from her face, he brought his hand up and spit on it before holding his dick again and stroking it faster and harder.
She watched his face then, the way his expression screwed up as he gave in to the pleasure and moaned. This was her favourite part. The part when he began to lose control, the part where he mumbled incoherently and kept making those mouth-watering sounds. God, she was so fucking turned on this time, it wasn't even funny.
His fist made wet, slippery sounds as it slid up and down his cock which was now leaking pre-cum. His legs were spread and head thrown back so she could look her fill without feeling self-conscious. Forget porn. This was a million times better.
"Oh, my god," he hissed and groaned as if he was in agony. Then he pierced her with a hot look and rasped, "I'm going to cum, Jasmine. Do you want to see that as well?"
What she really wanted most at that moment was to be right there on that couch with him and kiss him firmly on that mouth of his the entire time he screamed his orgasm and surrendered to her. She'd kissed him only once before in that elevator and still hadn't forgotten the taste of him.
"Jas," Armaan jerked out in exasperation and she blinked at him before nodding.
She'd studied all of his facial expressions over the past several nights and knew exactly how to tell when he was close to his release. "Go ahead," she said, frowning at his dick. "Cum for me."
It was like he had been waiting for her command before he gave himself over to the climax. His cum spilled out, some of it over his fist and some on his abdomen, as he cried out in that uninhibited way of his, closing his eyes and milking his cock for all it was worth.
Her jaw dropped and she didn't bother closing her mouth as she witnessed the most erotic thing ever. Another memory tried to invade her lust-fogged brain, another man who had made her participate in a similar act a year ago. She firmly pushed the reminder away.
She'd never felt this attracted to anyone in her entire life. Everything Armaan had just done had been undeniably sexy and had pleased her beyond anything. She felt like thanking him for it but she held her tongue. He was the slave. There was no need to thank him for his services.
Armaan let out a heavy sigh at the end of it all and slowly opened his eyes to look at her. He licked his lips a little, not because they were dry but because his face was all sweaty and then he grinned at her, appearing so handsome and boyish that she didn't know how to respond. No one had a right to be this attractive, she thought and gave him a tight smile.
"I better go clean myself up," he murmured, still grinning at her. "Are you okay? Like, that wasn't too much, was it?"
Yes. It was. But in a way that was too awesome to be described with words. Which was saying something because words were things she played with and mastered on a daily basis.
"I gotta go," Jasmine said abruptly and snapped the laptop shut because she didn't want to deal with all the intense feelings bubbling to the surface at that moment.
She knew he wouldn't be offended by her dismissal and she also knew that he would be waiting for their next call like the eager beaver he was.
Jasmine lay down on the pillows and closed her eyes, letting out a breath.
"Until tomorrow night, then," she said to herself, trying to banish the image of his sweaty but satisfied face from her mind. Then she smiled softly and added, "Aaru."
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Book 1 Teaser (Three’s A Crowd)
Jasper
I underestimated her. Severely. She was not going to back out. And I thought her body was hot but damn, she had a mouth on her too. Sassy. Stubborn. Taunting. It made me want to stuff something
