I stop teasing him and get to work sucking Jonas’s cock. I don’t want this to end, but he’s right—we have to have a conversation and the only way to get there is if he comes, too. The strange logic makes sense in my head and I wrap my fist around his base, working him in time with my mouth. Unlike me, he doesn’t seem interested in holding out for as long as possible. His grip tightens ever so slightly and then he asks in a rough voice, “Spit or swallow, Blake?”
I let my actions answer for me, picking up my pace until he curses and comes in my mouth. I drink him down eagerly. In fact, I don’t want to stop, so I keep at him until Jonas curses again and wraps his fist around my hair, pulling me off his cock. “That’s enough.”
“Is it?” I lick my lips and sit back on my heels. In the darkness of the room, this feels unforgivably intimate and strange. I’m still half-convinced that I’m in an orgasm-induced hallucination because there’s no way that Jonas is sitting here, staring down at me with his hair a mess and his cock still out. He looks at me with that same borderline-annoyed expression. I smooth my hands down my bare legs. What was I saying? Oh, right. “Is it really enough?”
Finally he growls. “Fuck, no, it wasn’t enough.” He doesn’t sound happy about it, but I don’t think Jonas ever sounds happy about anything. I kind of like that about him. He drags his hand through his hair and curses. “This is a mistake.”
“Probably.”
He shoots me a look. “You don’t have to sound so happy about it.”
“I just had your cock in my mouth, and that was after you made me come so hard, I drenched your bed. I’m incapable of sounding anything but blissfully happy right now.”
I love the way his brows lower at that. “You’re a pain in my ass.”
“We’ve already established that.” I am prepared to beg him to fuck me, but he’s obviously got something on his mind, so I force myself to be patient. Just like I force myself to keep my hands on his thighs instead of giving into the temptation to keep playing with his cock. “You said we’d talk.”
“Yeah, I guess I did.” He surveys me. “You want me. I want you. It was damned inconvenient six years ago, and it hasn’t gotten any less inconvenient since then. If Victor ever finds out…”
I snort. “You have a very strange idea about my relationship with my father. He doesn’t care who I’m with as long as I’m happy.” Jonas is ten years younger than him, and my father has made more than one comment about what a good man he is, if difficult. But then, Jonas isn’t asking for my hand in marriage. He just wants to fuck me, which I’m only too happy to negotiate around. “Regardless, it’s not like I run telling tales to him about my sexual partners. I don’t see why this would be the exception.”
He considers that. “Fair.”
I tug at the hem of his shirt I’m wearing. “This is separate from business, too. I’m not throwing myself at you in order for you to take this account. That’s not how I negotiate.”
“Good, because no matter how sweet your pussy is, I’m not saying yes.”
Strangely, it’s a relief that he’s so stubborn about this. I want to sleep with him, but bringing business into it will make the whole thing dirty in a way that isn’t sexy in the least. “So we don’t talk business tonight. We just fuck.”
“Blake.”
God, the way he says my name. As if I’m missing some very important point and he’s exasperated with me. “Yes?”
“Do you really think one night is enough?” Before I can answer, Jonas continues. “Stay the weekend. The storm’s supposed to last that long anyways, and it’ll be annoying to have this conversation again tomorrow when you realize you can’t leave yet.”
“Heaven forbid I do something to annoy you.”
He shoots me a look, but there’s a sliver of warmth in his blue eyes, as if I’ve amused him. “Now you get the idea.” He hesitates. “Things got a little out of control there. Are we good?”
I stare, but he’s obviously not joking. “Jonas, is there literally anything about my reaction that makes you think we’re not?”
“All the same, answer the question.”
I huff out a breath. “Yes, we’re good. The baby girl-Daddy stuff surprised me, but it’s hot as hell and I would like to keep using it.”
“Same,” he murmurs. Jonas looks like he’s fighting himself not to grab me and toss me on the bed, and it’s sexy as hell. “You have any hard limits when it comes to fucking?”
My brain skips and I can’t think of a single one, but he’s being so serious, I honestly try to think of something he could do that I wouldn’t be into. I swallow hard. “Um, no?”
Jonas’s eyes go intense. “So you’re saying that I can fuck any hole I want, any way I want?”
“Yes,” I whisper. The prospect has me feeling so hot, I’m surprised I haven’t burst into flames.
“You answered that awfully quick.” I can’t tell if that pleases him or not. “Surely you have some hard limit, Blake. Everyone does.”
“I want you to do anything you want to me.” Reckless. So fucking reckless, but this isn’t just any guy. This is Jonas Barnett. The man I’m not supposed to want. My father’s best friend. The specter in my fantasies that no real-life person can live up to. If I only get a weekend, I don’t want to have regrets. I want everything he’ll give me. Every single fucking thing.
He studies my face. “So if I want to call up my friend to show you off and have you suck his cock like a good little girl, you’re into that?”
My mouth moves, but no words come out. Am I into that? I have no idea. I’ve had plenty of sex with plenty of partners, and even a few threesomes, but there’s something about the way he poses this question that makes it feel different. “Is that something you want to do?”
“Maybe.” He’s still watching me intensely. “Does the idea bother you?” I can’t tell if he’s trying to push me away or if he’s pulling out fantasies so dark, I didn’t even realize I had them.
Honest. I can be honest. “No,” I say the word like I’m trying it out. “Not in general.” That’s not the full truth, though. “For this weekend? I would rather keep things between just us.”
“Good. I don’t mind sharing, but not in this situation.” Jonas holds out a hand and I take it easily, letting him pull me up to straddle him. He palms my ass, bringing us flush together, and then his voice is in my ear, as tempting as the devil himself. “I like the idea of that pussy belonging to me, Blake. I take care of what’s mine, and for this weekend, your pussy is mine.”
Holy shit.
The idea of being owned by him steals my ability to make words. It’s just a kinky fun thing the same way that the Daddy pet name is a game. It’s a game I desperately want to play. I whimper a little and rock against him. “Why is that so hot?”
He exhales a shaky breath like I’ve surprised him. Hell, I’ve surprised myself, too. Jonas cups my ass, stilling me. “Because you’re a little slut, Blake. You play the sunny princess, but what you really need is to be fucked dirty and put in your place.” His cock is already hardening again and he exerts the smallest pressure on my ass, guiding me to roll my hips. “Tell me it’s not true.”
“I…” I stare at him. “It’s not true. I want to be good.”
“No, you don’t.” He lifts a brow. “That’s why you’re rubbing your pussy all over my cock right now without permission.”
He’s right.
His hand goes back to my hair and he wraps it around his fist again, guiding my face to his until we’re kissably close. Unforgivably, intimately close. “If you change your mind at any point, you fucking tell me. Promise me that or this goes no farther.”
“I promise.” When he still hesitates, I run my hands up his chest. I wish he was naked, but there’s time for that. “I trust you, Jonas.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t.” His expression is almost tormented. “Maybe you shouldn’t trust me at all. The things I want to do to you, baby girl. I want to fucking defile you.”
