"But no, you just couldn't wait, could you, Aaru?" she queried in a silky, soft voice. "You had to take matters into your own hands and then piss me off."
I hissed when she jerked my cock roughly and her other hand travelled under my t-shirt, grazing my pectoral muscles.
"Mmm," she murmured, satisfaction in her voice. "I like what you've been doing with yourself, baby."
Through gritted teeth, I managed to say, "I'm not your baby."
Her eyes grew stormy at my defiance and she responded by bending her head and closing her wet, red-stained lips around the head of my cock.
I cried out at the sudden sensation of her mouth on me.
"Fuck, Jasmine," I groaned and my head fell back as I surrendered to her. "Fuck."
"Do be quiet," she told me as she paused in her task. "I know how much you like to scream but we don't want your family to hear now, do we?"
I whimpered a little, turning my head to the side and bringing my hand to my mouth to bite on it, my breaths escaping in shallow bursts through my nose.
She sucked me off so good. So thoroughly. Not once did I make a move to touch her. I knew she didn't want it. Didn't want me to push her head down during blowjobs. She needed me to just lie back and take it.
"Oh God," I grunted when she fondled my balls while licking the precum. "Oh, fuuuuuck."
"You're being loud, Armaan," she pointed out coolly and I let out another whimper, unable to bear her teasing anymore.
"Please, Jasmine" I begged her, sweat breaking out on my skin, my muscles straining with the effort it took me to refrain from touching her. If I did, if I tried to dominate now, she'd leave me. She'd leave me lying here with a hard-on while I furiously tried to jerk off to get a release. I didn't want that. I wanted her.
"Mmhm." Her mouth took me in all the way down to the base and absently, I wondered where she'd learned to deep-throat because she certainly hadn't done that with me. But I didn't dwell on it too much. That would cause unnecessary drama when I was in such a vulnerable state.
"Jasmine, I need to come," I groaned, looking at her while she teased and tasted me like she had all the time in the world. Bitch. My cock was so swollen and straining against her pretty mouth.
"Do you now," she drawled, smiling up at me sweetly.
I clenched my jaw. She knew I was dying to snap at her, tell her to hurry the fuck up, demand that she make me come.
But I just said, "Please, baby. Please let me come. I'm begging you."
I tuned my voice to sound exactly how she liked it when she had me at her mercy and Jasmine gave me a slight grin before moving to finish the job with enthusiasm.
"Aaa," I cried out once more and then shook my head a little, reminding myself to be quiet. It was hard. I didn't know the first thing about being quiet in the bedroom.
My climax was approaching. I could feel my balls tightening. Her mouth, god, her wet, hot mouth working all over me.
"I can't. Fuck, I can't," I gasped and I felt her reach up before a pillow landed on my face.
My arm closed over it, muffling my voice as I screamed into the pillow when my cum shot out of me, draining myself into her mouth and whimpering as she finished licking it all off me.
"Oh my God," I moaned shakily, trembling slightly in the aftermath, my breathing constricted, limbs relaxed and brain all sluggish.
Only Jasmine Khan could do this to me, render me so helpless, so weak. I hated her for it. I fucking hated her.
When she was done, Jasmine removed the pillow from my grip and looked down at me, her lips swollen, eyes glazed with desire. We stared at each other for a long time, my breaths still uneven and skin so heated. Jasmine touched her lips to mine gently, capturing them for a tiny heartbeat before withdrawing from me. Then she straightened and stepped back from the bed while continuing to study me and I realised how much I had missed that look. That serious, assessing gaze. Like she was staring into my soul or something.
"I'm gonna go get some of my stuff from the library," she finally uttered in a low voice. "It won't take long." She paused before looking me up and down. "It was a pleasure making you scream again, Armaan."
Then her lips quirked slightly and she winked at me before turning to exit the room.
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Chapter Nineteen
Jasmine
When I reached the library, I locked the door behind myself and walked over to a corner to empty a box full of books. I was going to use it to take some of my stuff back. I hadn't really needed them all this while but considering I wouldn't be coming back to Pavia anymore, I guess I shouldn't just leave them here.
It was mostly all my research and some incomplete manuscripts, a few favourite books in special editions and some legal documents. His drawer was locked so I felt around for the key in the bookshelf he always used to hide it. After opening the drawer, I stared at the sketch pad. I shouldn't look but...it was so tempting, I couldn't help myself. Picking it up, I smoothed my palms over it and flipped through the pages. They were empty. Not a single sketch.
I slammed it down on the table. Why was I torturing myself? I'd done what I had come here to do today and
