His words lash me, making me want to sting him right back. “You said it’s only for the weekend. Don’t be pissed at me for sticking to that.”
“So logical.” He sets his teeth against the sensitive skin of my throat. “You always have a plan, don’t you?”
“Is that so bad?”
He mutters something, but surely I must be hearing him wrong because I could swear he said It is when you’re leaving me. That can’t be right, though. Surely he didn’t say those words. Jonas works his way down my body, lavishing my breasts with kisses, trailing down my stomach, and finally settling between my thighs. How many times has he been in this exact position over the last twenty-four hours? So many. It doesn’t matter. I can’t get enough.
I’m truly terrified that I’ll never get enough of this man.
He doesn’t speak again. He just starts eating me out as if he wants to imprint himself on every inch of me. Like kissing my pussy is for his pleasure even more than mine, and he doesn’t care how many times I come, he’s not going to stop until he’s satisfied.
I lose track of orgasms. They roll into each other like waves crashing in a storm, each one driven higher than the next, all propelled by Jonas’s mouth. By the time he lifts his head, I’m shaking so hard, I can’t do more than lie there as he crawls up my body and settles between my thighs.
I lift a trembling hand and touch his face. “You’re going to ruin me.”
“Good.” He kisses me hard. “When you go back to California and you’re going on polite dates with assholes who think they can argue their way into your pants, remember this moment.” He guides his cock to my entrance and works into me in short, rough strokes. “Remember how much you love coming all over my face. Remember how you crave being filled by my cock.” He gives one last thrust, sealing us together. “Remember me.”
He’s really trying to ruin me.
22
Something hot and harsh sears me. I dig my hands into Jonas’s hair and find his mouth as he fucks me, slow and thorough, letting me feel every impressive inch of him. I taste myself on his tongue, which only drives my pleasure higher. This is how it is with us. Rough and dirty and all-consuming.
He hitches one arm under my thigh and opens me wider so he can sink deeper. I moan. “I’m not the only one, Jonas.”
“That so?” He’s breathing just as harshly as I am. Sweat covers our bodies, slicking the way to a slow gliding fuck that already has another orgasm building in me.
“Yes.” I drag my nails down his back and dig them into his ass. “When you’re sitting here, all alone in your self-imposed exile…” He pulls a move with his hips that has his cock stirring inside me. “Holy fuck, do that again.” I whimper as he obeys.
“Problem focusing, baby girl? Can’t imagine why.”
“You’re such an ass.” I rise to meet his strokes. This feels too good. I meant what I said before; this man is going to ruin me. It’s not fucking fair. He’s already ruined me in part simply by existing peripherally in my life. Now I know how good it is between us, and I’m afraid I’m never going to recover. I want to ruin him right back. “You keep telling me how good my pussy is. I hope that’s enough to keep you warm at night when you’re all alone, jacking yourself to the memory of me.”
Jonas buries his face in my neck as he keeps thrusting, driving us closer and closer to the point of no return. “No one can compare, Blake.” He turns his head and nips my shoulder. “Just like no one fucks you like your Daddy does. Now, come for me one more time.” He kisses me and shifts, changing the angle so that each stroke his him rubbing against my G-spot. I’m already too close; I don’t stand a chance of holding out.
He barely lets me finish before he pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. “It’s time.”
No mistaking his meaning. He very clearly outlined what he wanted earlier. I can’t work up the energy to tense, not when I’ve come so many times, not when I have the ridiculous urge to cry. We’re so clearly saying goodbye. I want this experience, too. If I can’t have him forever, I can at least have this experience with him. This memory.
Jonas goes to the nightstand and comes back with a bottle of lube. He stares at me for a long moment. I have the faint suspicion that he’s memorizing this moment, too. Packing it away in the back of his mind to pull forth when he wants to revisit it.