Jonas curses and then his hands are on me and he’s leaning forward to kiss my breasts. “That’s right. You’re a dirty little slut who needs her Daddy’s cock.”
“Yes,” I moan. “I can’t get enough.”
“I ought to chain you to my fucking desk.” He thrusts up as I sink down, impaling himself deeper yet. “I’ll keep this perfect pussy wet and ready for me all the time.” Another rough thrust. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Blake? To be my toy. For me to spend the day playing with you.” He kisses me hard. “If you promise to be quiet, I’ll let you ride my cock during work calls, just like you are right now.”
“I’ll be quiet,” I gasp. “No one will know that you’re about to make me come.”
“Liar.” The word holds none of the sharpness from before. “You’ll be screaming and I’ll have to explain that I need to go because my baby girl’s pussy requires attending to.”
“It’s not my fault.” I slam down onto him and circle my hips. It feels so good, I keep doing it. “You make me crazed. I can’t get enough of your cock. It’s so big, it fills me so good.”
Jonas loops an arm around my waist and lifts me up to set me on the desk. Papers go flying but neither of us care because he’s using the new position to fuck me. Long rough strokes that jolt my entire body with impact. He’s so deep, I don’t know where he ends and I begin. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I grip the edge of the desk to hold myself in place, letting him fuck me harder.
I come on the next stroke. My orgasm bows my back and Jonas drags me even closer to him, bending down to take my mouth as he drives into me. The pleasure feels too big for my body, as if it’s transcended the physical and put us on an entirely different level. I can do nothing but cling to him as he finishes, pumping me full of his come.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. “Maybe you should chain me to your desk because I could get used to this.” It’s just pleasure drugging my brain, removing the brakes that should be in place. There’s nothing to get used to because tonight is our last day together. The realization feels bitter in the extreme.
His chuckle vibrates through my body. Jonas turns his head and kisses my temple. “Fuck, Blake, but I can’t get enough of you.” He leverages himself off me, but he doesn’t give me a chance to try to sit up. He simply scoops me into his arms and carries me out of the office. I expect him to take me to the bedroom, but he sets me on the couch and pulls the blanket from earlier around me. “Give me a second.”
“Take your time,” I say faintly. “I can’t feel my legs.”
He moves into the kitchen. “You okay with scotch?”
“Yes.” It’s not my go-to, but I can appreciate a good scotch.
He rustles around and then comes back into the living room to press a tumbler with amber liquid into my hands. Jonas sits next to me and pulls me closer, until my legs drape over his lap and he’s got his arms wrapped around me. We sit for several long minutes, sipping our scotch. He finally sighs. “That was intense.”
That startles a laugh out of me. “Intense might be understating it.”
“Are you…” He hesitates. “Are we good?”
I twist so I can see his face. He actually looks a little worried. “Yes. A thousand times yes. I…” Now it’s my turn to pick my words with care. “I like how nothing’s off-limits with you as long as we talk about it ahead of time. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. I like the games we play. This one was more intense than before, but it was so hot.” I shiver. “I liked it a lot.”
“Me too.” He sets his glass aside and cups my neck. “Blake.”
This is where he lets me down softly. Where he very sternly, but gently, reminds me that this all ends tomorrow. A careful reestablishment of the boundaries we put in place yesterday. I’m not ready to come back down to reality. Not yet. I press my fingers to his lips. “I know it’s only the weekend. Can we just have this right now? At least until tomorrow?”
Do I imagine the disappointment in his eyes? I’m not certain. Jonas is so open in some ways, allowing me to the very heart of him, but when it comes to anything other than sex, he’s a bit of a mystery. I wasn’t lying before. From all the stories my father has told about him over the years, I feel like I know him.
That doesn’t mean I actually do know him, though.
Jonas finally nods. “Drink your scotch. It’ll put the bones back in your legs.”
“Maybe,” I mutter. But I settle back against him and take a sip. Being close like this feeds a completely different part of me than the fucking does. I’m a big cuddler, and I hadn’t realized how much I’ve been missing the contact with another person.
Or at least that’s what I tell myself as I finish my drink and set the glass down. I turn and nuzzle Jonas’s throat. “I don’t want to miss a moment of our time together.”
His chuckle rumbles against my nose. “You need some sleep if you’re going to be driving back to Seattle tomorrow.”
Another reminder of our limited time. It has panic fluttering in my veins. “I don’t want to sleep yet.”
“Blake.” There it is again, that tone that speaks of serious conversations and very clear boundaries.
My panic takes wings, spurring me into motion. I surge up and kiss him. We both taste of scotch, but it’s not the alcohol making my head spin. No, that’s purely Jonas. He allows the kiss for several long moments, but then he wraps a fist around my hair and leverages me a few inches away. Just enough to see the look on his face.
He looks…out of control.
As out of control as I feel.
He tightens his grip on my hair. “Problem, baby girl?”
“Of course not.” My voice is too hoarse, giving lie to my words. “Why would there be a problem?”
“That’s the question, isn’t it?” He moves before I find the words to answer, standing and tossing me over his shoulder. “We’re going to bed.”
“Jonas!” I cling to his waist as he walks through the living room and up the stairs to his bedroom. He drops me on the bed and he’s on me before I have a chance to get my bearings, using his bigger body to press me back into the mattress. Not that I’m complaining, not with panic still fluttering in my chest, my throat, on my tongue. There aren’t enough hours left in this weekend; nowhere near enough time to exorcise this man from my blood, my bones. This experience was supposed to be about getting him out of my system, but instead he’s in even deeper than before.
Jonas’s hands are in my hair, tugging my head to the side in a gentle, but unbreakable, grip. “You don’t want to talk about it.” His voice has gone low and rough. “You just want to fuck and pretend that it’s going to be easy for you to go back to your life tomorrow.”
His words lash me, making me want to sting him right back. “You said it’s only for the weekend. Don’t be pissed at me for sticking to that.”
“So logical.” He sets his teeth against the sensitive skin of my throat. “You always have a plan, don’t you?”
“Is that so bad?”
He mutters something, but surely I must be hearing him wrong because I could swear he said It is when you’re leaving me. That can’t be right, though. Surely he didn’t say those words. Jonas works his way down my body, lavishing my breasts with kisses, trailing down my stomach, and finally settling between my thighs. How many times has he been in this exact position over the last twenty-four hours? So many. It doesn’t matter. I can’t get enough.
I’m truly terrified that I’ll never get enough of this man.
He doesn’t speak again. He just starts eating me out as if he wants to imprint himself on every inch of me. Like kissing my pussy is for his pleasure even more than mine, and he doesn’t care how many times I come, he’s not going to stop until he’s satisfied.
I lose track of orgasms. They roll into each other like waves crashing in a storm, each one driven higher than the next, all propelled by Jonas’s mouth. By the time he lifts his head, I’m shaking so hard, I can’t do more than lie there as he crawls up my body and settles between my thighs.
I lift a trembling hand and touch his face. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“Good.” He kisses me hard. “When you go back to California and you’re going on polite dates with assholes who think they can argue their way into your pants, remember this moment.” He guides his cock to my entrance and works into me in short, rough strokes. “Remember how much you love coming all over my face. Remember how you crave being filled by my cock.” He gives one last thrust, sealing us together. “Remember me.”
He’s really trying to ruin me.
