“I need to taste you, beautiful.” He pulls back and then trails warm kisses down my neck and chest, nipping and licking at both nipples as I squirm beneath him. His hair feathers across my belly as his tongue swirls around my navel and he continues his torturously slow descent. When he finally pushed my legs apart, settling between my thighs, I am on fire, and his first taste nearly sends me over the edge.
“Problem, beautiful?” He smirks.
“No, no problem,” I gasp out when his tongue takes another swipe over my clit.
“We have all night. Don’t hold back. There will be plenty more. Cum for me.” He licks me hungrily, holding tight to both thighs to keep me in place as I explode.
“Oh, Jonah. Oh, God! Oh, please. Oh, yes!”
“That’s one.” He raises his eyes to meet mine as he slowly begins pushing a finger inside me. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I… fuck, you’re tight! You aren’t a-“
“No.” I sit up, looking at him. “I’m not. Once before. No, we aren’t talking about it, and yes, I want you. Now.” I grab him, pulling him down to the bed.
“Okay,” he laughs. “I was only joking about the begging.”
“Oh? That’s too bad.” I grin, climbing on top of him. “Condom?”
He reaches over and passes me one from the nightstand.
“I don’t know how to.” I gesture down, causing him to laugh.
“Definitely losing that record deal. I am never leaving this bed.” He rolls the condom on and looks back at me. “Ready?”
I nod, taking a deep breath as I straddle his hips.
“Give me your hands.” He reaches for mine, helping to steady me. “Slowly, okay? No rush.”
I lower onto his cock an inch at a time, stilling once he’s completely inside. “Holy shit. Holy shit, you’re big.”
“Fuck,” he hisses, “You feel fucking incredible. Don’t move.” He closes his eyes, breathing deeply, then looks directly into mine. “Ride me, beautiful.”
I roll my hips slowly, adjusting to him. When he releases a moan, I ask breathlessly, “Show me what you like, rock star. Teach me.” He growls, gripping my hips and moving me up and down his cock, gaining speed with every rise and fall of my body onto his. I feel another orgasm building as I reach up, rubbing both of my nipples. When his thumb finds my clit, I shatter, screaming out his name, and slam down on him.
“Fuck.” He flips me to my back, pushing inside me and circling his hips slowly. “That’s two.” He places my calves on each of his shoulders, running his palms over my thighs. “You good?”
“Oh, God, yes,” I hiss when he thrusts into me, pulls out slowly, and pushes back in hard. “Ohhh, yes, please. Harder.”
“Oh, I can give it to you harder, beautiful.” He grips both thighs, pounding into me, each thrust more forceful, possessive. I feel another orgasm building right as he commands, “Cum for me, beautiful.” Thrust. “Cum.” Thrust. Thrust. “Now!”
I scream as the orgasm rips through me, burning a path through my body straight to my core. Leaning forward, he pushes my thighs to my shoulders, and his hips turn punishing. “You are so fucking perfect; I’m going to cum, beautiful. With me, give me one more.” He kisses me deeply as another orgasm slams into me.
“Oh, Jonah!” I shout as he growls out his release with a few final jerks of his hips.
“Three and Four.” He falls beside me with a grin, pulling my body to his and kissing me softly. I rest my head on his chest and hear it… one. two… one. two. But it’s not the same. He’s not my Joshua. What have I done?
I need out of here. I roll away, trying to contain my sob until I make it to the bathroom, but Jonah is on his feet in a flash, blocking the door.
“What is it, beautiful? Are you hurt? Talk to me.” He searches me with panicked eyes, but I shake my head furiously, knowing if I attempt to speak, I will crumble.
“Eliana.” His face softens seeing my heartbreak, and he steps close and pulls me into a hug, “Come here. It’s okay, beautiful. Let it out. Tell me.”
A sob slips from my lips, and Jonah lifts me as my knees buckle, “It hurts. It’s not fair, why him? I want him back.”
“I know… I’m so sorry, beautiful.” He says, walking us to the bed and wrapping a blanket around my shoulders.
“What have I done, Jonah? Have I completely betrayed him? I do love him. I do! My heart still beats for him,” I plead, hand pressed to my heart, begging him to understand, knowing I don’t.
“What happened tonight doesn’t change the way you feel for him, beautiful. Before-” He swallows. “-you chose him. I remember, and so do you. But, beautiful, he’s gone.” He brushes away my tears with a sad smile. “Do you really think he would want you to be alone, drowning in sorrow, mourning him for the rest of your life? Or do you think he would be happy hearing your laughter again? From Nat’s reaction earlier, I can tell it’s not something that happens a lot these days. Big change from the girl full of joy that I danced with at the club.”
“He wanted me happy-” I whisper. “-but…”
“No buts, beautiful. He wanted you happy, that’s it. Do you honestly think he would put restrictions on your happiness? No. Don’t let guilt steal away all of your smiles, Eliana. You need to heal, and locking yourself away isn’t the way to do that. You need to let people in. It doesn’t have to be me, but I am here if you need me. You aren’t alone in this. I kinda like ya, beautiful.” He smiles softly.
“Jonah?” He’s right. Joshua would hate that I was alone. I desperately need someone in my corner again.
“Yeah?” He gives my hand a gentle squeeze.
“Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.” He shoots me an amused smirk.
“Do you really want me to stay? Still?” I watch him closely.
“Absolutely.” He places his hand on my cheek, and I lean into him, needing the physical reassurance. “Stay, beautiful. Let me help you find your smiles again.” He lays back lifting an arm, and I cuddle in, releasing a deep breath.
“Get some rest, beautiful. You aren’t alone anymore. You’re going to be okay.”
And I do… I still miss Joshua, and my heart still aches for a love that will never again be mine, but I close my eyes, taking this moment for what it is. A reprieve from the anguish, because here with Jonah, I can pretend to be whole.
Here with him, I’m not broken. Here with him, I’m not alone. Here with Jonah, I’m a normal girl, and that girl is free.
Chapter Two
Costin
Creeping towards Eliana’s door, I pause, listening to see if I was followed. I’m getting her out of here. I open her door, shutting it behind me, and creep over to her bed silently.
“I’m here, Princess. It’s time for-“
“Oh, holy hell, my prince is finally here! But he’s far too late, and look at me without a fucking gown!” Setting the copy of Sleeping Beauty she was reading to the side, Rachel cackles from the center of Eliana’s bed.