Owned By Fate(44)
She swallowed hard, trying to block the multitude of sensations rushing to the apex of her thighs. Move your hand higher. Don’t move your hand higher. His closeness jumbled her thoughts, but one major one stood out. He was still unsatisfied after our last time together. He was hard and aching and he’s here now. Right here. “Like I said. I’ve been fine.”
“That so?” He dropped a hand to the fly of his pants, gripping his erection without a hint of shame. “I haven’t been fine in days. Your punishment has ended up being one for me, as well.”
“What do you want me to do about it?” Caroline returned on a breath before she realized how loaded that question sounded. But besides a small eyebrow raise, Jonah didn’t call her on it.
Instead, his thumb came up to trace her bottom lip, not at all gently. “Caroline Preston.” He made her name sound like a chastisement. “The thought of this outrageously sexy mouth has caused me more than a few restless nights lately.”
Don’t ask. “How so?”
Jonah moved between the V of her thighs. “I don’t think I need to spell it out for you.” He searched her expression, appearing a little surprised by whatever he saw. “But you’d like me to? Very well, sweetheart. I’ve stroked my goddamn cock to the thought of your mouth so many times, I’ve made myself sore.”
Caroline’s chest shuddered, the lips in question parting on a moan. “S-sorry?”
“I don’t accept.” He moved quickly, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and letting it go with a pop. “You shouldn’t be allowed to walk around with that mouth exposed, talking to everyone from corporate executives to cab drivers. It’s fucking indecent.”
She worked to form a rational thought among the tangle of hot, churning want. “What would you have me do about it? Stay inside all day?”
“I can only tell you what I would do, Caroline.”
His dark retort begged for clarification. “What?”
Jonah dipped his head, wetting her lips with his tongue, before rubbing his own lips over them. “I’d train this mouth. Train it to give me pleasure. Only me.”
Caroline’s thighs shot together in a tight squeeze when chemical heat twirled through her. No stern warnings or resolutions could penetrate the cloud of lust enveloping her. The sexual intensity in his eyes, every word out of his mouth made her want to be reckless. As if that thought had given her permission, Caroline looked up at Jonah through heavy-lidded eyes. “Who said I need any training? Maybe I already know how.”
“Don’t speak to me like that unless you plan to follow through. And by follow through, I mean you do not stop until I’ve gotten my fill of your mouth.”
Her ability to lie had evaporated in the heat he projected. His words. Him. Jonah. “I’ve been wanting it for days. You wouldn’t let me.”
His hands turned rough and glorious in her hair. “So much of my pleasure comes from trust, Caroline. Why should I trust you now?”
Pain lanced her, but there were so many different forms of it—lust, need, desperation—it got swallowed up, and all she could think was, Please, please, please. “I’m begging for it. Everywhere I go, all I can think of is what you said. How I left you that day. It hurts. Don’t you understand?”
“Yes, goddammit.”
Caroline went down on her knees. Or Jonah put her there. She had no idea. Not wanting a second to pass wherein she might talk herself out of it, she quickly undid his pants and yanked them down to his ankles. His erection strained toward her, begging for relief only she could give. Keeping their gazes locked, she circled her hand as far as it would go around the wide base, then sucked him hard to the back of her throat.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Jonah chanted above her, his fist coming down hard on the counter with a slam. “I knew all about this mouth the second I saw you. Knew you’d be a dirty girl if I got you kneeling. Suck it hard and prove me right.”
She hummed in her throat, losing herself in the moment. While her hand worked him in a gentle pumping motion, she kept his arousal sucked into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the rigid flesh, loving the way he thickened more with every passing second. When Jonah gathered her hair in his fist and began subtly pumping his hips toward her mouth, she let him dictate the rhythm, knowing how much he craved that control. In that moment, giving him what he wanted was, in turn, giving her pleasure. His groans increased in volume along with the tempo of his hips. The hand in her hair pulled tighter until tears formed in her eyes, but somehow, that loss of his control only turned her on more.