Page 46 of Guarded (Hopeless Blessed #3)

Noah

A fter dinner that night, I announced I was taking a shower. Alone.

Jem’s pout was almost enough to have me changing my plans, but what I had in mind required me getting ready on my own. It just wouldn’t happen if he was in there with me—our lust would take over.

Chuckling, I kissed his pout away. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

He grumbled but let me go. Some men might have found his neediness odd or off-putting.

Not me. After a lifetime of unrequited love, being wanted was the best feeling in the world.

That it was Jem who felt this way for me was indescribable.

He could be as needy as he wanted. I hoped he never stopped.

Because I’d never stop appreciating it.

When I was ready, I stared at my ensemble in the mirror. I had a new corset, jock, and stockings on, all of them made from white lace.

It was scratchy as hell, but I had to admit it looked better than I’d expected. I was a picture-perfect angel, ready for my demonic mate to dirty me up.

Running a hand through my hair, I tried to calm my nerves. I was less worried about bottoming. It was what I was familiar with, and I fucking loved it. Jem would make it good for me, I had no doubt of that…but it’d take a while to let go of my past trauma.

And that’s okay , I reminded myself. Jem knows what you’ve been through, and he’s respectful of it.

Pushing all thoughts of the past to the back of my mind, I gave my hair one final stroke. I’d left it loose in the hopes Jem would pull it again. Maybe wrap it around his hand while he fucked me.

I shivered. Fuck, I hoped that happened. I might come on the spot.

I’d prepped myself and popped in a plug. Not because I didn’t trust Jem to do it properly, but because it was freaking cute. It had a bright white diamond on the end. Not a real one—even with almost unlimited funds, that felt a bit overboard considering it was a butt plug.

It went with the aesthetic though. Never let it be said that I didn’t put my all into everything.

Heading for the door, I summoned my confidence. It was surprisingly easy to find, probably because I knew it was Jem on the other side of the door. I suspected I could’ve made no effort at all and he still would’ve been thrilled.

Steam billowed out of the bathroom behind me as I opened the door and posed for Jem. “How do I look?”

Jem’s jaw literally dropped. He swallowed a few times before managing to get some words out. “Holy fuck, Noah.”

I chuckled, my cheeks flushing slightly. Would I ever get used to Jem’s obvious attraction to me? Maybe it was shallow, but I’d spent so long being unappreciated that I was soaking up his attention like a sponge. “I’ll take that as a good sign.”

He got up and strode across the room towards me. “The very best sign. This look is very becoming on you.”

Running his hands along the sides of my corset, he smirked suddenly. “I do think there’s one thing that might make it even better though.”

My stomach knotted. Oh no. Had I forgotten something? “What’s that?”

His fingers went to the sensitive skin hiding my wings, making me shiver. “If these were out. If you’re going for the angelic aesthetic, we should add the wings in too. I’m curious to know if you can come just from having them played with.”

The knot eased. “I’ve never done that before.”

Jem gave me a gentle kiss. “Well, we do love sharing firsts.”

I grinned at him as I let my wings free. It was a good thing my room was generously sized; their span was well over six feet. The tops rose above my shoulders, while the tips gently trailed on the floor.

“Beautiful,” Jem whispered, reaching out to stroke a feather. I bit back a whimper. Fuck, if a slight touch felt that electric, what would it be like when he felt them properly? “Utterly beautiful.”

“You have the same,” I couldn’t help but remind him. “I’ve seen them and I can promise that they’re just as beautiful.”

“Yes, but we’re not talking about mine now.” Jem idly stroked along the inside of my right wing. “We’re discussing yours. Now, let’s find out where you’re most sensitive.”

I leaned against the dressing table behind me as Jem started his exploration in earnest. He alternated between both my wings, teasing his fingers along various pathways until my breath was coming in fast gasps.

“Definitely sensitive,” Jem murmured, his tongue flicking out over his bottom lip. “I wonder how this will feel.”

He lowered his head and blew over the feathers. It shouldn’t have been arousing. I flew every day with the wind rushing over them and had never got an erection from it.

But from Jem’s mouth? For some reason, it had me hard as a rock.

As he used both his hands and his mouth to drive me crazy, I braced myself on the dressing table, the wood making an ominous creaking sound. I was beyond caring. I couldn’t think past what Jem was doing to me. How he was making me feel.

His touches grew faster, teasing countless nerve endings. My knees were shaking now. The pressure was building in the base of my spine. “Jem, I’m close. Oh, fuck.”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said, sweeping a hand down each of my wings. He seemed to have pinpointed the most sensitive areas, stimulating both at once. “Come for me, Noah.”

I cried out as I came. My head fell back as the waves of pleasure crashed through me. What was strange was how I felt them all the way down to the tips of my wings.

Fuck. That was unreal.

“We’re definitely doing this again,” I gasped when I was finally able to talk again. “Next time though, you’re the one we’re experimenting on.”

“Deal.” Jem’s eyes dropped to my lacy jock. “Whoops, we’ve made a mess again. ”

I sighed. “Yeah, that’s the issue with little lacy garments. There’s not a lot of room for it to go anywhere.”

“As pretty as these are, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Jem said, sliding them over my hips. Rather than letting them fall to the floor, he lowered himself to his knees and removed them carefully.

“What are you doing?”

Jem shot me a faux innocent look. “Just cleaning you up.” I moaned as his tongue flicked out over my soft cock. “Delicious.”

It was all I could do to remain upright as Jem fastidiously licked the cum off my cock. By the time he was done, I was achingly hard again. “Jem, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Good,” he muttered, sucking my cock into his mouth. I whimpered as his head bobbed back and forth for a moment before lifting off. “There, all clean and ready to go again.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

Jem looked up at me. “I think I’m the one who should be asking that question.” His fingers snuck into my crease, his eyes widening as they found the plug. “Oh my fuck. Did you prep yourself?”

I nodded as he tugged on the plug, fucking it in and out of me.

“I would’ve done it, you know.”

“I know.” My eyes fluttered shut as he hit my prostate. “But it’s pretty and I wanted to wear it for you.”

Jem removed it completely and studied it. “You’re right. It is pretty.”

He chucked it onto the bed behind us and got to his feet. “I’m never going to complain about you wearing pretty things for me.”

I spread my legs wider to accommodate him. He didn’t strip off, just shoved his joggers down to release his dick. Fuck, that shouldn’t be as hot as it was. That he needed me so much that he didn’t waste time stripping down. “Are you ready, or do you need more prep?”

“I’m ready,” I panted, hauling him forwards by his shirt. “Fuck me, Jem. I want to feel you inside me.”

He groaned as he quickly lubed up his cock. He glanced back at the bed as though considering it, before shaking his head. “Too far.” With one hand, he lifted me and sat me on the edge of the dressing table. “Let’s find out how sturdy this is.”

He eased into me carefully—far more carefully than I’d thought I needed, but given how tightly my ring was stretched around him, perhaps slower was better. “Jesus, Jem. You’re massive. Fuck.”

Jem smirked as he pushed in deeper. “You sure are good for my ego.”

“Fuck your ego, I’m speaking the truth.” The final word ended on a moan as he bottomed out. “I’m so full. Oh, it’s perfect. So much better than my dildo.”

He chuckled, brushing his lips over my collarbone. “Just because you have the real thing now, don’t think you’re getting out of my live dildo riding show. I’ve been dreaming about that.”

I twisted to catch his lips. After kissing him until we were both breathless, I leaned back with a grin. “I would never.”

Our words died away as Jem moved inside me. I didn’t know if it was his size or the angle, but the pressure on my prostate was relentless. My arms went behind his neck as my hips chased every thrust.

For a split second, it was like I was outside of my body, watching us. Me in my corset and stockings, wings splayed wide open. Jem fully dressed between my thighs, too desperate to strip down completely.

He skimmed his teeth across my collarbone and I slammed back into myself. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I met his heated gaze. “Harder, Jem.”

Flames flickered in his eyes as he pulled back to the tip and slammed home. His demon was at the forefront as he nailed me so hard my teeth rattled. Heat surrounded us, a faint smell of smoke filling the air. I didn’t give a shit if Jem burned down the entire compound.

So long as he kept making me feel this good, it didn’t matter.

My orgasm was building rapidly. I’d never come untouched while bottoming before, but somehow, I suspected it was about to happen.

Just then, Jem did something to guarantee that it would. He reached behind me and gathered my hair in his fist.

And tugged.

I came so hard that my vision blacked out for a second. My hole clamped around Jem as he cried out his own climax, filling me deep.

Fuck, how I loved that feeling.

“Do me a favour?” Jem panted, kissing up my neck before taking my lips briefly. “Clench.”