JENETA'S POV.
As we reached the bedroom, his hand stayed firm on mine, tugging me forward with no room for hesitation. My back hit the bed with a soft thud, the coolness of the sheets shocking against my heated skin. A gasp escaped my lips as I instinctively tried to crawl backwards, but his grip on my ankles was hard.
With a swift pull, he dragged me back to the edge of the bed, and before I could protest, he spread my legs wide.
The rawness of the moment left me breathless.
My heart raced wildly as my gaze darted to his face, and I knew, God. I knew he had seen it. The wetness between my thighs, the shameful evidence of my arousal under the dim bedroom light.
His eyes darkened as they locked onto me, and the intensity of his gaze sent another warm pulse straight down to my core. I tried to look away, desperate to shield myself from his attention, but my eyes betrayed me.
They landed on Nonso.
He was sitting right there, across from me, watching everything. His face was unreadable, but his presence made my shame burn hotter, my body trembling under the weight of his silent judgment. I couldn't bear it. My gaze snapped back to Jinhai instead, the lesser of two evils or maybe not.
He leaned in closer, his face hovering between my trembling thighs, and panic slammed into me.
"No, wait!" I stammered, my voice shaky as I reached out, my hand brushing against his shoulder.
He paused, his breath warm against my skin, his face so close to my most vulnerable spot that I knew he could smell me. The thought made my cheeks burn hotter.
I tried to close my legs, my thighs trembling as I fought against his hold, but his hands snapped them back open with ease, pinning me in place.
"What is it, darling?" he asked, his tone smooth and indulgent, like he was toying with me.
My pussy clenched under his gaze, the betrayal of my body making me want to scream. God, help me!
"I said no heads," I managed, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a shaky whisper. His piercing brown eyes made it nearly impossible to speak, they stripped me bare in ways even his hands hadn't yet.
He smirked, the corner of his mouth curling into something wicked. "You're still negotiating with me, beautiful?"
His words sent shivers rippling through me, goosebumps racing down my arms and legs. The way he called me beautiful, the way he said darling.
It pulled me deeper into something I couldn't escape. Nonso never said things like that, never made me feel like this.
Before I could respond, he leaned forward, his breath hot against my skin. He inhaled deeply, deliberately, and the sound of it made my thighs twitch involuntarily.
And then, he licked.
One slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue, and it was like lightning had struck me. An electric thrill roared through my body mercilessly, leaving me gasping for air. My legs trembled, shaking against his shoulders as I fought to keep them steady, but it was no use.
The heat inside me burned hotter, my insides screaming with hot, desperate lust. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, to push him away, to pull him closer, all at once.
Why am I enjoying this? I screamed internally. God, why?!
The wetness between my thighs grew, rolling down between my ass, pooling beneath me in a shameful mess. I tried to stay still, to control myself, but my breath was uneven, hitching with every flick of his tongue.
And Nonso—Nonso was there.
He was sitting right in front of me, watching everything. I couldn't see him clearly anymore, but I could feel his presence. The thought of him witnessing this should have mortified me, should have made me push Jinhai away, but instead, it only heightened the heat pooling in my lower belly.
Jinhai moaned against me, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me. My body twitched involuntarily, and I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out.
I gripped the sheets beneath me, my knuckles turning white as his tongue plunged deeper into me. He wasn't just tasting me; he was devouring me, savouring every bit like I was a five-star meal.
Nonso had never done this to me. He hated giving me head, always complaining about how wet I got, but Jinhai? Jinhai seemed to love it. The messier I was, the more he wanted.
This was my favourite foreplay, and the one to give it to me was him?
One of his hands slid up my trembling body, finding my breast and pinching the hardened peak of my nipple. My back arched off the bed, my hands gripping the sheets even tighter as I fought against the overwhelming sensations.
I was losing control.
Something inside me was simmering, building faster than I could stop it. I recognised the feeling. God, I recognised it.
It was the same feeling I got when I touched myself late at night, alone in the dark, chasing the release that Nonso never gave me. He always finished too quickly, leaving me unsatisfied, but when I did it myself, the orgasms were explosive and uncontrollable just like what I was feeling.
No.
No, this couldn't be happening.
My body betrayed me as the pressure built, hot and fast, threatening to consume me. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, and warmth spread through my core, pooling deep, ready to break free.
"Please," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my ragged breathing.
Jinhai didn't stop. If anything, he grew more deliberate with his tongue moving with ease. His fingers pinched and teased my nipple in time.
I couldn't hold it back.
I couldn't stop shaking.
My vision blurred, my breath coming in shallow gasps.
The moment I clenched around his tongue, he looked up at me with a demonic smile, as if he had me exactly where he wanted. His eyes gleamed with a dark satisfaction that made my stomach flip.
Then, without warning, he slipped a finger into my cunt then another. They curled inside me, finding that spot that made my legs tremble, while his tongue moved to my clit, teasing and circling it with maddening precision.
My body gave out beneath him. I was shaking uncontrollably, but he held me down, his grip firm and unyielding. My insides screamed, overwhelmed by the sensations ripping through me, and before I could stop myself, I was coming hard on his tongue and fingers.
It had never happened to me before.
The pleasure was too much, too intense. My back arched off the bed, my body twisting and jerking as I tried to hold back the scream squeezing my throat. I bit down on my lip, trembling, a mess of raw nerves, but his fingers stayed inside me, curling again and again, dragging out every bit of my orgasm.
I grabbed his wrist in desperation, trying to pull him away, but he wouldn't let go. He was determined to see me break, and the worst part was that I wasn't even fighting him anymore.
"Beautiful, darling," he murmured, roughly. "Even when you're trying not to fall apart."