I stretch a little, which has Jonas bracketing my thighs and pushing them wide in response. There’s a sliver of dim light shining through the curtains, but rain still hammers the windows as violently as it did last night. “What time is it?” I keep my voice low, not wanting to break the strange feeling that permeates the room. As if we’re in an alternate reality, population Jonas and me.
He gives my pussy another long lick and raises his head enough to say, “Early. Go back to sleep.”
“Oh, sure thing. I’ll get right on that.” I trail off in a moan as he resumes thoroughly kissing my pussy. It’s slow and decadent as if he has no plans to be anywhere else but between my thighs for the foreseeable future. I stretch my arms over my head. Better to simply enjoy this and let pleasure sweep me away than to think too hard about what today brings.
But then, I’ve never been good at being a passive partner.
He rubs the flat of his tongue against my clit. I reach down and slide my fingers through his hair. “That feels really, really good.”
“Tastes even better,” he murmurs against me. He shifts back and pushes two fingers into me, twisting his wrist until he finds my G-spot. “Are you going to stay the weekend, Blake?”
I stare down at the sight of him penetrating me. Obviously I’ve had sex with the lights on plenty of times, but there’s something about watching Jonas’s fingers move in and out of my body, already wet with my desire, that feels particularly filthy. “I said I would.”
“I’m asking again.” He keeps fucking me with his fingers, but there’s something almost like hesitation in his tone. “Last night was a lot.”
It’s very, very difficult to focus while he’s doing this, but I don’t want him to stop. I lick my lips. “Was it too much for you?”
“No.” He exhales slowly. “I am more than happy to spend the rest of the weekend playing games with you and this pretty pussy.” He seems to force himself to stop stroking me, but he doesn’t withdraw his fingers. “But with the power dynamic, you’ll forgive me for checking in.”
I like how he issues that as a command instead of request. Even when Jonas asks me questions, it’s like he already knows the answers. At least when we’re fucking. He’s watching my face far too closely for me to believe anything but that my next words matter to him. A whole hell of a lot.
“Jonas.” I like the way his fingers flex inside me when I say his name. So I do it again. “Jonas.” I tug on his hair a little. “Do you feel how wet I am?”
He doesn’t move. “That’s not an answer.”
I ignore the quiet censure in his tone and roll my hips. I can’t properly fuck his fingers like this, but it still feels good. “So wet.” I release his hair and drop back to the bed. He still hasn’t moved, but this is hot in an entirely different way. I cup my breasts, plucking at my nipples. “I like our games. I like pretending we’re doing things we shouldn’t, and I like it when you’re disappointed in me. It gets me just as wet as I am from your tongue.” I hold his gaze. “So, no, last night wasn’t too much. It wasn’t in the realm of too much. Nothing happened to change my mind about staying.” If anything, it made me doubt that two more days will be enough to get this man out of my system.
I can’t tell him that, though. It’s my problem if I can’t separate sex and my complicated feelings for Jonas. Just like it was my problem that I’ve spent countless masturbation sessions in the last six years thinking about him instead of literally any other person on the plant. My problem, not his.
If I tell him that, though, he’ll make it his problem. I already know him well enough to know that. No one who checks in as often as he does would be willing to go forward with this if he thought my heart might get involved at some point. He’s kind of an ass, but he’s not needlessly cruel.
He finally nods. “In that case, you’re going to come on your Daddy’s tongue, and then I’m going to fuck you awake nice and slow.”
I spread my legs even wider. “That sounds nice.”
“Mmhmm.” He descends back to my pussy, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. I won’t get off from this alone, but it feels so delightfully filthy to have him tongue-fucking me that I moan and keep playing with my breasts. Only to have Jonas shift back and nip my thigh. “Be quiet, baby girl. No one knows I spent the night in here.”
Desire flares even hotter. I bite my bottom lip. “Then…”
“Yes?”
“Shouldn’t you be under the covers?” I make a show of looking at the door. “You know, just in case.”
He gives me a stern look. “I won’t be able to cover your mouth. You have to actually be good this time.”
“I will. I promise.”
He pulls just the sheet up over his head, letting it pool at my waist. I can still clearly see the outline of his body, but that just makes me squirm more. Because we’re doing a shitty job of being sneaky, and I love that we can’t be bothered to do it properly.
Jonas keeps up those drugging kisses to my pussy. Fucking me with his tongue and then licking his way up my folds to rub his tongue against my clit. I bite my lip hard to keep my moans inside, but I can’t hide how ragged my breathing is. Who knew I had a shame kink? Not me.
My phone rings.
We both freeze, startled at the real-world intrusion into our fantasy. I gulp in a breath. “Let me silence that.”
“Answer it.”
I lift up the sheet to stare down at him. “What?”
“If you want to.” He holds my gaze and drags his tongue over my pussy.
Oh, I want to. I twist and manage to reach the nightstand without dislodging him. Not that Jonas is going anywhere. He’s too busy eating me out as if he hasn’t a care in the world. I look at my phone and cringe. It’s the guy I went on two dates with before I realized that there just wasn’t a spark. I already told him it wouldn’t work for me, but apparently he doesn’t agree. “I’m not answering this.”
“Why not?” An idle question.
“A guy who can’t take no for an answer.”
Suddenly, I have Jonas’s full attention. “He bothering you?”
“Yes, but not like you mean.” The call goes to voicemail, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “We just went out a few times. It wasn’t there for me, but apparently he thinks he can argue his way into chemistry. We’ve had the same conversation three times and I’m over it.” In my hand, my phone starts going off again. I glare at it. “I’m going to block his number.”
“Or you could answer.” He rubs his face against my thigh. “And, just for a few minutes, you wouldn’t have to be quiet.”
Realization rolls through me. “You want to make me orgasm while he listens?”
“It’s one way to get the point across.”
I can’t stop from smiling a little. “That’s a very asshole thing to do.”
“So is calling a woman who’s not interested in you two times in a row at seven in the morning on a Saturday.”
I can’t exactly argue that. The call ends…and he immediately calls back. That decides me. I settle back on the bed. “Make me come, Daddy.” I hit the answer button and toss the phone a little to the side. I can hear the guy talking, but I don’t care because Jonas’s mouth is back on my pussy and, this time, he’s not fucking around.
