They slide inward, and my stomach spasms as he passes over my belly button, inching down. My jaw drops, mouth popping open, when I feel him glide between my thighs, tracing my seam with two digits.
“Perhaps we should eat first.” His voice is hoarse, his breath hot as it fans over my face.
“Okay.” Shaking my head, I start to pull away from him, glancing over at the take-out menu he dropped earlier. “Are you in the mood for Chinese, or—”
Gripping my chin, he jerks my face back to his, crushing our mouths together in an aggressive kiss that threatens to tear my soul in two. Our teeth clash, and he pushes his tongue past my lips, tangling and seeking and warring.
Every kiss with this man feels like a battle of wills and sanity. Like we’re fighting attraction with violence and trying to see who comes out the victor.
As I sink into it, into him, I doubt it’ll be me.
Jonas tears his mouth away, only to reattach himself to my throat. With one hand, he cranes my neck to the side, granting him better access to my pulse. His teeth nick and scrape on their descent, alternating between sudden bursts of pain and soft, fluid expressions of it.
A small moan escapes me as he crests my collarbone, dragging his tongue along the length of my sternum.
I don’t know if it’s supposed to hurt, and part of me keeps waiting for it to get worse. For the pinpricks of discomfort to morph into agony, and for panic to set in my bones.
Pain isn’t the only thing I’ve ever known, it’s just all I can remember.
When Jonas drops to his knees, squeezing the outsides of my thighs in his large palms, I frown. He hooks a hand beneath my left knee, bending upward so I’m partially open for his perusal.
Invisible flames rain down my back, fire consuming every one of my nerve endings.
“I thought you were hungry,” I whisper, too afraid to speak any louder and let my nerves show.
“Oh, I am.” Turning his head, he skims his lips over the inside of my leg, his trim beard tickling my skin. “Ravenous, in fact. And it’s your wet cunt on the menu.”
My hand flies to my mouth as he moves in, and I take a knuckle between my teeth, trying not to clamp up. A squeak comes from low in my throat when he parts me farther, cool air rushing to caress my newly exposed flesh.
“I’ve bloody dreamt about this,” Jonas mutters, his lips not quite touching me but creating little vibrations anyway, almost as if my body is buzzing with anticipation. “About your little pink snatch and how she’d taste.”
Knots thread through my insides, weighing me down while simultaneously making me feel airy. Buoyant, like if I was placed in a river I’d just float away.
When his tongue swipes in with a single, languid stroke against my clit, my knees buckle. He repeats the action, this time applying more pressure in the opposite direction, and my thigh pushes against his hold, nails digging into the wall behind me.
With his free hand, Jonas grips my foot still on the floor and shoulders his way beneath that leg. Rough palms travel up, cupping my ass as he drapes me like a rag doll over his body, sealing his mouth to my swollen flesh with a throaty moan.
“O-oh, shit.” I’m not even sure if I say the words out loud, but his grunt of approval makes me feel like he hears them either way. Or maybe he feels them, the way his beard scraping against my sensitive skin has a direct effect on my brain.
I short-circuit, panting and burning without a single thought aside from the need to come.
My pulse accelerates in time with my body temperature, rising at an exponential rate and making me dizzy. God, it’s been so fucking long, and never like this.
“What is it, love?” he says against me, circling with the tip of his tongue. “Do you like this? Me on my knees while you ride my face?”
“I’m not riding you,” I manage, arguing the finer points of things just because they’re all I can grasp right now.
He grins into my skin, teeth scoring lightly across my clit. “Let’s remedy that, shall we? Better hang on.”
My ass relies entirely on the support of his forearms as he dives back in, sucking and laving until my insides coil so tight, I think I might burst. Thighs quivering, I struggle to stay upright, shoving my fingers into his hair as he spears into me, massaging my entrance with a wet succulence I can hear perfectly.
A flush creeps up my throat as the lewd sounds fill the hall.
Gasping for breath, I fist his hair until my knuckles ache. He dips in and out, opening his mouth wider so he can delve deeper, and his sticky breath on my damp skin creates a friction I start to crave. My hips jolt, moving as if with a mind of their own, rolling slowly into his motions.
“There you go,” he says, retracting himself from my pussy just enough to offer praise. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Knocking my head into the wood behind me as he plunges back inside, I nod, fervent as electricity creeps up my spine. Bliss collects at the base, radiating in hot waves through my limbs, and I pull his hair tighter, pinching my eyes closed.
“Jonas,” I whimper, so wet at this point I can feel it dripping down my thigh, though I’m not sure if it’s him or me or both.
Either way, I suppose it doesn’t matter, because he laps up the moisture before it can make a mess.
“Fuck me, you are beautiful. So terribly desperate to come, aren’t you?”
As I nod again, his fingers dig into the meat of my ass, encouraging me to grind harder. His lips capture me, rapid-fire lashes against the bundle of nerves making me cry out.
One of my arms twists up, clutching at the doorframe in an attempt to keep myself in place, and his hand slides up my side, pausing at my lips before breaching them. Two fingers press down on the flat of my tongue, and I gag at the intrusion, saliva flooding my mouth immediately.
It pools over, spilling down my chin as his feast grows louder, rougher, angrier.
“Give it to me,” he commands, sucking so hard I feel my soul begin to unravel. Withdrawing his fingers, he snakes his hand between my legs and pushes in, eliciting a startled moan from my throat. “Come on my tongue like you’re trying to drown me.”
His words and the rhythm of his strokes send me catapulting over the edge, and I explode into a frenzy of frayed nerves and kaleidoscope colors. My core clenches, my pussy convulsing around him as I writhe, grinding my tailbone on the wall.
After a moment of trying to catch my breath, I slump back, my hands falling limp at my sides. Jonas grins from between my legs, pressing soft kisses into my skin as he retreats.
“You taste just like I imagined,” he says. “It would not take much to get addicted.”
My face, already flushed from the orgasm, heats up. “No one’s ever…”
His brows shoot into his hairline, offense etching itself into his forehead. “Gone down on you before?”
“Preston said it was weird.” I shrug, trying to play it off.
“He said it was weird?” Shifting, Jonas’s forearms latch beneath my thighs, his hands hooking in my ass again, and he pushes to his feet.
I squeal, grabbing onto his head to keep from falling, but all it does is press him closer to my sensitive pussy. My clit pulses, ready for round two as he heads across the hall into the bedroom.
A single lick has my back arching. “Jonas.”
“I’m just showing you that the only thing weird about me eating your sweet cunt, would be if I didn’t want to.”