I didn’t know where to look at that point.
There was the erotic scene going on between my legs. There was the way my breasts were bouncing.
And then there was Jonah’s eyes. He was watching me, staring into my eyes, instead of watching the show.
“You’re not watching us,” I panted, letting his balls go.
He grunted out a ‘yeah’ and continued to stare.
I caught my breasts and pinched my nipples, and his cock jerked.
I grinned and closed my eyes, allowing my hands to roam over my belly and chest.
When they wandered back down again, instead of reaching for his balls, I splayed the lips of my sex wider so that I could see even better. Then I reached down to where we were joined and gathered some wetness.
Bringing it back up to my clit, I circled it, not quite touching.
Over and over, I moved my finger in tiny increments, not quite going as far as to touch the tiny bundle of nerves, but making myself tense with anticipation.
Then Jonah’s arm sliced around me, knocking both of my hands free.
The next thrust was all him and none of me. All of his power and impatience was poured into his thrusts.
My breasts slapped against his arm, and when I went to grab onto said arm, he brought my finger up to his lips and sucked it deep inside of his mouth.
His tongue curled around the digit, and that’s about when I lost it.
My eyes closed on their own volition. My mind went utterly still.
Then, everything burst.
A tidal wave of need, lust, and urgency rushed over me, pulling me under until I had no choice but to let it do to me what it would.
No longer fighting anything, my orgasm burst through me.
And before, when I’d been giving myself orgasms, I’d thought they were pretty good. I’d liked masturbating. It was a good stress relieving experience that I’d done almost every night.
But this? With Jonah?
Yeah, I couldn’t recreate this on my own.
Everything, and I do mean everything, was different.
My toes curled. My eyes crossed. My mouth went wide and a scream left my lips.
My fingernails dug into the skin of his arm, drawing blood, and my pussy exploded.
There was no other word for it.
It was the honest to God best feeling I’d ever felt in my life. It was something that I’d never, not ever, experienced before.
Nothing could compare.
Then I opened my eyes as my orgasm still had hold, it was never-ending.
And then Jonah touched my clit with his free hand.
Just a small tap.
But that one small tap was enough to detonate me all over again.
When I clenched down all over again, he grunted and cursed.
Then I felt the pulse of his cock as it jerked and jerked and jerked.
All the while, though, his eyes stayed on me.
And when he was finally through, when both of us were sweaty messes and my thighs were screaming in protest, he finally urged me to stand up.
When my legs refused to cooperate, he stood himself, taking me with him.
He didn’t stop moving until we were in the shower with the water running.
The warm spray hit me in the face, and I laughed as he finally put me down and slipped from inside of me.
I looked down just in time to see his hot release making a trail down the inside of my thigh.
The tattoo on my finger caught my eye, and I felt things inside of me start to flutter all over again.
I wished today would never end.
Unfortunately, we were set to check out of our hotel at nine the next morning, and our flight left just an hour and a half after that.
Reality would come calling tomorrow morning way too early.
But for now…well, for now, I had him, and he had me.
Running my hands down Jonah’s chest, I pressed a kiss to his breastbone.
“One more time.”
He laughed.
“I’m not a young man anymore, Piper,” he teased. “But I’d be willing to give it a try for you. Anything for you.”
And that was exactly what he did.
But he didn’t have to try.
No, not Jonah Crew.
It was almost laughable for him to think he wouldn’t be able to singlehandedly give me everything and anything I ever needed.Chapter 9Jizz is really just boneless children.
-Text from Phoebe to Piper
Piper
Jonah frowned hard at the woman that was sitting across from us.
The same woman, unfortunately, that rode with us to Vegas.
Yet again, the woman was still coughing up a lung. She also looked to be worse, and not better.
Which was not surprising with how awful she’d sounded on the way over here.
If I had to make a guess, whatever she’d had—the flu possibly—had morphed into pneumonia.
The cough rattled the woman’s chest again, and I looked over at Jonah to find him pounding his forehead with his fist.
“What’s the freakin’ hold up?” I heard snarled.
That was from the shitty ass kid that was sitting next to the hacking woman.