Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Okay.” My voice came out all breathy. I didn’t immediately get any louder, but when Jonas returned to licking and sucking my nipples while stroking my sides, some of that babble escaped. “God. Why does this feel so good?” Not waiting for an answer, I rubbed my cock more deliberately against his thigh and moaned. “So good. Jonas.” I’d never been harder without shooting. “It’s too good.”
“No such thing. It’s okay, baby.” He rocked back, giving me even more friction against my aching cock. Feeling his hardness against my hip bone was another level of turn-on. “Let it feel good.” His voice was gruff now, and I loved knowing I was affecting him as well. “If you come, you come.”
“Want it to last.” I made a frustrated noise because I was torn between wanting it to last forever and wanting to come. And the more Jonas played with my nipples, the more wound up I became. He’d said I could come, but I remained maddeningly one breath away from orgasm, body rigid, cock painfully hard, fingers and toes clenching. “Touch me. Suck me. Something.”
“You want me to suck you?” Continuing to tweak a nipple with his fingers, Jonas started kissing his way closer to where my cock stuck out of my waistband.
“Yes, yes. But keep touching my nipple like that.” Giving him orders and knowing he’d do his best to comply was heady fucking shit. Better than pounding shots of Jack. “God, I wish you had two mouths.”
That earned a loud chortle. “Me too.”
Yanking my boxers down, Jonas freed my cock at last, greeting it with a series of long licks that felt better than anything he’d done so far. Considering how the nipple play had almost transported me to another realm, which was saying something, Jonas was undeniably skilled at oral. More than skill, he brought heaps of sexy enthusiasm, making hungry noises as he licked and teased my cock. When he started sucking in earnest, my back arched and my ass clenched, my body right on the edge again.
“Jonas. Want you to come too.” I’d never heard myself beg like this, but as with moaning, letting myself go felt good. Right. “Please come with me. Please.”
“I will, baby. Promise.” Jonas thrust harder against my leg so I could feel his erection. Damn. I didn’t have to see or touch his cock for it to turn me on like crazy. His voice was rough, reassuring me he was enjoying himself. “Don’t worry about me. I’m in heaven.”
“Me too. God, I need—” I cut myself off, reflexively holding my breath as the inevitability of my orgasm took over. The first wave hit like the perfect double jump, floating high through the air, no terror, no worries about the landing, only flying. Flicking my nipple with his thumb, Jonas pulled back to work my cock with his other hand, directing my come onto my stomach as he panted and groaned.
“I’m there, baby.” He ground harder against me, his obvious pleasure enough to coax out one last spurt from my cock. “Coming.”
“Yes, yes, yes.” I celebrated his orgasm, dampness against my leg included, like a goal in a soccer game. I’d gotten him off, and I hadn’t had to do a damn thing. A miracle. “You really came?”
“And how.” Jonas was breathing as hard as me, both of us sweaty and shuddering. He wriggled higher on the bed, dropping kisses on my stomach and chest on his way north. Rolling to the side, he retrieved a small towel from a cabinet near the bed. “That was…”
“You say mistake, and I’m gonna punch something.” I mustered the energy to glare at him.
“Please don’t hurt yourself.” He kissed my shoulder as he mopped up my stomach. “More sex wasn’t my brightest idea, but I wouldn’t call it a mistake because hell if I can bring myself to regret anything with you.”
“I don’t have regrets.” I leveled him with a hard stare. “You’re ruining me for everything and everyone else, but I don’t care.”
“Good. I want to ruin you.” He groaned, head falling back against his pillows. “I shouldn’t, but—”
“No, buts. Ruin me. Make me remember every last kiss forever. My life is so fucked up right now. At least let me have this.” I rolled to my elbow so I could continue to hold his gaze, trying to will him to see how much I needed him, needed this. “When I’m with you, everything makes sense and nothing hurts, at least for a little while.”
“I’m glad I can give you that.” He sighed when I settled in near him before wrapping an arm around me, holding me closer. “You probably shouldn’t sleep down here.”
“Yeah. Darn.” I rolled the rest of the way into his chest, rubbing my face against his sweatshirt. “You make a good pillow.”