He glances at the closed door. “I suppose since all that racket didn’t wake up anyone, we can save your punishment for later.”
Just like that, we’re back in the game. It doesn’t matter that this room looks nothing like my childhood one or that we’re alone. Nothing matters but the fantasy we spin around each other. I stroke my hands down his back and arch a little against him. “I can be quiet this time.”
“I don’t believe you.” There’s amusement in his tone, a benevolent softening that is just as intoxicating as his disappointment. “However, I’m willing to give you one more chance.”
I already know I’m going to fail. I already anticipate whatever he’ll do in response to that failure.
I’m nodding before he’s finished speaking. “Yes.”
Jonas eases out of me. The loss of him draws a whimper that earns me a sharp look. He climbs to his feet and glances at the door one last time. “It’s a bad idea to keep going.” He refocuses on me, his attention landing on my pussy where I’m still bared from the waist down. “I don’t think I give a fuck.”
He pulls his shirt over his head. God, he’s even sexier than I imagined. His muscles aren’t exactly carved from stone, but he obviously works out and just as obviously uses that body for more than just repetitions in the gym. His pants quickly follow and my mouth waters at his thighs. The man does not skip leg day, and I appreciate that more than I can say. “Turn around.”
Jonas blinks. “Excuse me?”
Shit, that came out like a command, didn’t it? I prop myself up on my elbows and give him what I hope is a sweet look. “Please, Daddy. Will you turn around for me?”
For a moment, I think he might deny me, but he finally sighs out an irritated breath and spins a slow circle. I had my hands all over his ass, but seeing how perfectly grabbable it is has me biting my bottom lip. “You’re sexy.”
“You’re trouble.” He eyes the bed and, with another sigh, yanks the comforter and sheets off it. “Better to limit the sheets we’re ruining to the fitted one.” Jonas climbs onto the bed and positions himself against the headboard. “Come here.”
I crawl to him and have to bite down a little sound when he grabs my hips and hauls me up to straddle him. I start to lift myself up to take his cock, but he shakes his head, a line appearing between his brows. “So impatient.”
“You’re welcome?” I make a face. I’m horribly afraid that I’m pouting, but this man brings out the brat in me. “Sorry that I’m eager to ride your cock.”
“Blake.” The little snap he puts in my name has me straightening my spine. Jonas gives the shirt I’m wearing a dirty look. “Take it off.”
Now it’s my turn to hesitate. To glance at the door. “If I do, then anyone who walks in will know exactly what we’re doing.”
“As opposed to what we were doing before.” He rests his hands on my knees and curls his fingers around to hook the back of them. A light touch, but possessive all the same. One yank and I’ll be plastered against him. Jonas tilts his head to the side, studying me. “Were you caught with your boyfriends when you lived in your parents’ home?”
“Bold of you to assume that I had only boyfriends.”
He nods in concession, his lips curving a little. “I stand corrected.”
I shift, but he hardens his grip, keeping me in place and preserving the distance between his cock and my pussy. Apparently we’re having this conversation until he’s satisfied. I huff out a breath. “I had a lot of sleepovers with girlfriends before I came out to my parents. Boys weren’t allowed overnight, but I had boyfriends over enough to learn how to play innocent when someone walked on the creaky board down the hall.”
“You snuck around enough to get good at it.” A mild statement, but it stings deliciously all the same.
I shrug. “I like sex. I have since I started having it. And I didn’t move out until I was twenty-two, so it’s not like I was living as a saint while in my parents’ house.”
“Obviously,” he says drily with a pointed look at our current positions. “One would have assumed with all that experience that you learned how to be quiet.”
I open my mouth, but reconsider arguing. Instead I shrug and give him a statement both true and meant to incite. “It’s never been a problem before.”
Heat flares in his blue eyes. “Liar.”
“I’m not.” I give into the urge to slide my hands up his chest, reveling in the light dusting of blond hair there. “Just like I’ve never called anyone Daddy before. Just like I’ve never come so hard before.”
“Dirty little liar.” He traces his thumbs over my knees, making me shiver. “Do you often seduce your father’s friends?”
Is there a note of jealousy there? Hard to say. But the new tone in his voice wasn’t there when I talked about my boyfriends and girlfriends. I find that I like the idea of Jonas being just a little jealous. “Does it matter if I have?”
10
I wrap my fingers around one of Jonas’s wrists, and he lets me slide his hand up my thigh and between my legs. “Would it bother you if I let one of my father’s friends do this to me?” I rub myself against his palm, secretly delighted in the way he allows it to happen but doesn’t encourage me in the least. “Does it make you jealous?”
Jonas’s brows draw together. “Tell me something, baby girl.”
I shiver at his forbidding tone. “What do you want to know?”
“Are any of them palming your pussy right now?”
I shiver harder. “No, Daddy.”
“Are you about to ride any of their cocks right now?”
I lick my lips. “No, Daddy,” I repeat.
Jonas leans forward until our faces are a breath apart. “Then why would I give a fuck about it one way or another?”
I can’t tell if I’m disappointed that he’s not jealous or if I’m delighted by how few fucks he gives. “Noted.”
His wrist tenses in my grip and that’s the only warning I get. He spears me with two fingers and catches the back of my neck with his other hand. Once again, he’s not anywhere close to hurting me, but I am held immobile all the same. Jonas presses his forehead to mine, another tether to bind us together. “With that said.” His exhale ghosts against my lips. “As long as this pussy is mine, no one else touches you without my permission. Got it?”
“Got it,” I breathe. I’m not normally one to find overly possessive stuff sexy, but there’s something about knowing that it’s limited to this fantasy that removes all the barriers. I revel in it. “I won’t touch anyone else. I promise.”
“I don’t know if I believe you. You seem to like breaking my rules.” His fingers pulse inside me. “And I’m the fool who can’t get enough of you despite it.”
I don’t know what I’d say in response because Jonas kisses me. No, he possesses my mouth just like he’s possessing my body right now. As if he owns lips and tongue and teeth the same way he owns my pussy.