We don’t break eye contact; his irises smolder, violet flames that flick against my skin, sending waves of heat spiraling through me like a wildfire. Delirious approval lightens his features as I move back in, bobbing up and down with more vigor, adding the pumping of my hand over his skin.
“Christ, that’s—” He breaks off, choking as I swirl around his crown, sucking in shallow strokes. “Perfect, love. You feel bloody perfect.”
Pride beams through me like a lightning bolt, and I drop my hand. Pushing my palms into my knees, I redouble my efforts with no other assistance, enveloping as much of him as possible into the warm, wet tunnel of my mouth.
“Is this what you think about at night?” he taunts, adding a little force behind his grip on my hair. Am I imagining his breathlessness, or is that me? “Sucking your fiancé off while your cunt floods the floor?”
Heat scorches my cheeks, and I bring my thighs together. Wetness collects between them, and I’m pretty sure if I slid my hand south, I’d feel just how slick and swollen I am, but it’s ridiculous that he just knows.
My pride wants me to hide my attraction better. To not let him know how he affects me, but Jonas Wolfe has seen right through me since the night we met.
It’s a completely unnerving feeling, realizing you’re not as formidable as you thought.
“Fake fiancé,” I say around him, my words garbled and sloppy.
Jonas grunts. “Good girls don’t speak with their mouths full.”
With my lungs on fire, I get back to work, hollowing out my cheeks each time he reaches the back of my throat. His hold on my hair sends spots across my vision as he begins dragging me faster up and down, and I retch noisily as he coaxes me farther.
“Deeper, love. Just like that. Fuck.” His approval makes my toes tingle, and I chase more, licking and sucking and gagging until it feels like I might actually have bruised my esophagus. “This is what I think about, you know. When I fuck my fist every night, it’s to the thought of my little puppet on her knees, letting me command her strings.”
I let out a moan as he picks up the pace, focusing on not throwing up. His hips piston into me, his pelvis bumping my nose with each thrust, and I give up on trying to control it, letting him lead with occasional breaks to breathe.
“Usually you’re tied up in my fantasies. Completely and utterly helpless as I discover all the ways I can shove my cock into your tight little body.”
The image of being bound does something strange to me, almost freezing the fire in my veins. I reach up and grab onto his hips, trying to push it from my mind as he gets closer.
“You’re always touching yourself, though. Making yourself come while I use you.” With his free hand, he takes his thumb and wrenches my right eyelid open, forcing me to look up at him while he defiles me.
The lewdness of the act and his words works alongside the adoration in his gaze, and the unease from a moment ago subsides into something warm and fuzzy. I sweep over my ribs and down between my legs, obeying even though he didn’t explicitly ask.
His vibrant gaze grows dark as my fingers land on my clit, spreading my arousal around as I begin rubbing.
“Yes,” he hisses, his thrusts growing erratic and harsher, “fuck yourself, love. Come on your fingers and imagine your cunt squeezing my cock.”
Moaning, I push slightly in, pumping slowly and keeping the heel of my hand on my clit, as he seems to swell in my mouth.
“That’s it,” he coos, throwing his head back at the same time the first ropes of cum splash against my tongue. “Feel how I’m filling you up, my little puppet? Don’t you waste a bloody drop.”
As if on cue, I gag as his semen collects, teasing the back of my throat as I hold it there. Pushing my finger in deeper, I let out a ragged moan as one tears through his chest, and with the added friction of my palm, I follow him over the crest of oblivion within seconds.
My face is sticky when he finally lets me go, and I remove myself from him with a dull pop.
“Show me,” he says, and I frown, not sure what he means. His hand comes up, stroking my jaw. “Open your mouth and show me what I gave you.”
Using my tongue to push some of the warm liquid around, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. His thumb caresses my cheek, and the aftershocks of my orgasm have me panting, satisfied yet somehow ready for more.
“Beautiful.” With a sigh, he drops his hand and moves back a step. “I think you were made to take my cum, love. You did perfectly.”
I grin, swallowing the load with a slight wince, then wipe my mouth with the back of one hand. “Careful, my ego might just swell to match yours.”
“Swelling isn’t always bad,” he says, voice low. “In fact, why don’t we—”
A sudden crash against the back door cuts him off, and then a light flashes through the windows, shining against the far wall. As if someone’s on the other side of the glass, though it’s impossible to see with how dark it is outside.
For a second, neither of us moves. We blink at each other, still half drugged by our orgasms.
Jolting upright, I dive to the couch where my robe is and pull it to me, covering myself from a potential intruder. Jonas steps into his jeans quickly, never removing his eyes from the back door.
“What was that?” I ask, unable to hide the quiver in my voice.
It’s not like this part of the island sees a lot of guests, and even less so at two in the morning. The shadowy figure I’ve seen a few times now comes to mind, filling me with a heavy dread as I try to consider who it could be.
“Wait here,” Jonas says, holding his hand up like I’m a dog. I scoff, starting to push off the couch, and his head whips in my direction. “Wait. Here.”
He creeps over to the door, peeking out the windows from the side, before reaching for the doorknob. I begin to protest, given that he doesn’t have a weapon, but he just ignores me and opens it anyway.
When he disappears into the night, I try not to think about how my last memory of him might be the way his cum tastes on my tongue.
24
I shouldn’t be outside without a shirt or a way to defend myself.
I know it even as I open the door, but I’m still just buzzed enough from the alcohol and Lenny’s sweet, glorious mouth that I don’t stop to think it over.
Waves lap at the shoreline behind the beach house, each crash of water into sand louder than the last. Aside from that, I don’t hear anything else.
Don’t see anything, despite the obnoxious sound of something hitting the window just moments ago. No one’s in the immediate vicinity, and as I stalk around the perimeter of the property, I come up empty.
And much more paranoid.
Heading back inside, I pause with my hand on the doorknob, glancing down at the far end of the porch. Something dark catches my eye as it contrasts with the light wood, and I walk over, bending down to inspect.
A flashlight.
Suspicion weaves through my stomach as I look around once more, scanning the beach for even the slightest sign of life. The breeze picks up, whispering across my bare skin and setting my nerves on edge.
In my line of work, I’ve seen a multitude of unwelcome visitors over the years. People who track me down with the intent of seeking justice for those they’ve lost at my hand.