“Baby, I don’t think…” He tried again, but I cut him off by peeling down his boxer briefs until they were stretched against his thighs where his jeans were stuck.
I smirked. “Be quiet, baby, or Ryan will hear me blowing you,” I said with a saucy wink before I took his beautiful, thick, nice-sized dick into my mouth.
He groaned and I pulled back, stopping just at the tip where I swirled my tongue around it the same way he did to me. “Shhh…” I reminded him.
Jonah’s pitch-dark eyes were zeroed in on me. “Christ, you’re so damn beautiful.” He cupped my cheek as I took him down my throat. His head fell back with a thud against the door. I could hear pans clanking in the background which ratcheted up the excitement factor by about ten thousand degrees.
Once he started to get lost in what I was doing, I cupped his balls and rubbed and teased his taint with a finger.
“Jesus, Simone. Fuck.” He growled and fucked my mouth, his entire body misting with sweat. I watched as his gloriously defined abs tightened and relaxed with each plunge of his cock into my mouth. I rolled his balls as his body got more rigid, his dick seeming to thicken in my mouth.
“Baby, I’m gonna blow,” he warned.
I sucked until I let it go, leaving just my lips on the weeping tip. I tickled the slit at the top with the tip of my tongue and watched as his mouth dropped open, his eyes rolled back inside his head, and he fisted the hand that was not in my hair.
Knowing he was about to go off, I ramped up my efforts, sucking hard and deep. When I had him on the cusp of ecstasy, I hummed around his length. That was all it took. Jet after hot jet of his essence flooded my mouth and I swallowed it down, staying with his movements, ensuring his pleasure to the very end.
I loved fellatio. The power it gave me was intense. And as I watched him put a fist to his mouth and groan long and hard, I knew I’d given him something amazing. Before I could crawl my way up his body, he bent over and lifted me up by my ribcage. Then his mouth crashed over mine in a searing hot kiss. One of his hands cupped the back of my head and maneuvered my face from side to side as he took my mouth the way he took my pussy. With intention and enthusiasm.
For a long time, we drank from one another, solidifying all that just occurred with a kiss of true fulfillment. When we couldn’t breathe, he let me go and pressed his face into my neck. “My sweet girl is incredible with her mouth,” he rumbled against the heated skin of my neck.
I giggled like the girly girl I was in that moment. Happy that I’d pleased my man. I looped my arms around him. “Repeat tonight but this time with your dick fucking me somewhere else?”
“Anal on the second go? Wow. I mean, I’m definitely up for the job. If it needs to be filled, you know, I’m your man.” He laughed, and I pushed away from him and smacked his chest.
“You’re such a brat!” I laughed. “And I’ve never done that, so I don’t know if I’d like it or not. Though I’m not against it. I just haven’t been with the right person to work up to it.” I moved to the bed and grabbed the T-shirt of his I’d worn to bed and put it on while I continued conversationally. “Trey wanted my ass, tried all the time, but he didn’t want to put the work in to make it good for me. And my sister Charlie says if you’re going to allow a man or a woman, she’s bisexual by the way. Not sure I told you that. Anyway, she says that if you’re going to do it, you need to do it with a person you trust and work up to. Start with small butt plugs while having normal sex, then graduate up to bigger ones, and so on…”
“Simone, honey,” Jonah interrupted but I kept going as I put on the shirt.
“She says you have to be super lubed up, both you and him, or in my sister’s case it might be a her sometimes, and then you need to be super turned on and be able to relax. Otherwise it can hurt a lot and be painful and then the entire experience is ruined.”
“Baby,” he said while pulling up his pants.
“So, it’s not like I’m unwilling, I just feel we need to be further in our relationship and I haven’t been in a relationship that went the distance, ya know what I mean? Though the idea does have its merits and Charlie says it’s an amazingly full feeling that you can’t really describe unless you’re experiencing it. She says she comes crazy hard when she’s doing anal from behind and he or she uses their fingers to double penetrate or a dildo. I’d so be up for that.” I bit down into my bottom lip and thought about Jonah fucking me from behind, a vibrator in the front. A full body tremble went through me and I shook it off by wiggling around and shaking out my hands as though drying them.
“Simone, honey, shut up.” Jonah laughed. “It was a joke. Though I’m glad you’ve really considered the possibility, but I haven’t ever done it either. Helen and the couple women I had sex with before her weren’t into it. It’s not a big deal.”
His comment stopped me where I stood while holding up a pair of lacy panties I’d just pulled from my suitcase. “Wait, you’ve only slept with three people?”
He frowned and tugged his shirt on. “Yeah. I met my wife freshman year in college. Been with her ever since. Didn’t have much action in high school. Why? How many have you slept with?”
“Uh, more than three.” I frowned and tried to count it up. Did people keep track of things like this? I mean I didn’t fancy myself a ho, but I definitely liked to get laid and it wasn’t often that I was without company of the male persuasion. I mean, I worked in a bar. It was super easy to find a hook up when I was between relationships.
“How many more?” His lips twitched, and I couldn’t tell if it was with humor or disapproval.
“Just more. Can we leave it at that?”
He grinned. “You don’t know off the top of your head!” he accused.
“I most certainly do.” I lied through my teeth. “I’m going to go take a shower. You should probably go check on what Ryan’s got to say.”
And on that note, I escaped into the bathroom, pressing my body up against the door, my heart pounding a wild beat.
Shit. How many people had I slept with? I was determined to figure it out before the conversation came up again. When I entered the steaming shower’s spray, I figured I’d count them in order of appearance starting with my first, Ben Taley, a high school senior. I was a sophomore and sixteen. For the next thirty minutes I went through my mind trying to come up with the magic number.
It definitely was not three.
From there I decided I would not be sharing my number with my new hot FBI guy.
Tracks was a crush when we arrived fifteen minutes before my shift. I introduced the security guys to Jonah who later informed me that they were not trained security professionals as much as they were muscular bouncers. This did not amuse him in the least. Therefore, Jonah parked his fine ass on the stool right next to my register so every time I had to ring up a drink, I had smiling dark eyes to drown in.
Until Trey showed, filling in for one of our bartenders. When Trey and I worked, we killed it. He was tall, fit, and good looking. His smile alone melted panties off the girls in droves. Including mine for the better part of a year. He had sandy blond hair, big blue eyes, and rocked the surfer-artist type vibe.