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He rose from my collarbone, looking me straight in the eyes. “I hated the thought of that fucker being the last person to touch you.”
“He did more than kiss me,” I breathed. I knew I was playing with fire. But Jonas was hot, and damn was I horny.
He continued kissing down my neck, into my cleavage, and worked his hand into my pants. He rubbed a slow circle around my clit that made me moan.
His fingers slid along my slit, and then he plunged one in, two.
The door to the bathroom opened, and someone walked in, but he didn’t stop. He covered my mouth with his free hand. My eyes rolled back in my head. God, had I wanted this.
He rubbed the heel of his hand against my clit, and my pussy tightened around his fingers.
But instead of pushing me over the edge, he drew his fingers out and slowly put them in his mouth, licking me off of him.
I closed my eyes, shuddering from my want. From myneed.
The toilet next to us flushed, breaking the spell, but only for a bit. We were silent until the door shut behind whoever she was, and Jonas said, “Dessert first, right?”
I couldn’t help the smile that came to my lips.
He opened the stall, put his hand on my lower back, and said, “Let’s go eat.”
We walked back to our table and sat down again. When Hayden came back, I knew my face was flushed from what had happened. He didn’t make eye contact with us at all as we ordered our drinks.
But throughout the whole meal, I couldn’t help thinking about thedessertthat would come after.
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Jonas
What the fuck had come over me?
I’d gone fucking feral, hearing that guy talk about Mara and realizing he was the last one to touch her in all the ways I wanted to. I spent the rest of dinner thinking about how fucking good she tasted on my fingers and how I should apologize to her for practically assaulting her in the bathroom.
Unfortunately, by the time we got to my house, I still hadn’t come up with any apology ideas. We hardly spoke on the ride home, and once we got inside, Mara said, “So, about earlier...”
“I’m so sorry,” I began. “I should have asked your permission, and I didn’t.” I met her beautiful brown eyes, hoping she could see how apologetic I was.
But instead of saying something like it’s okay or punching me in my junk like I deserved, she said, “Don’t apologize. I wanted you to.”
“You... wanted me to?”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip, and then there was no more holding myself back.
I pulled her jacket the rest of the way off and kissed her, hard. I didn’t want this to be over fast, but damn I was already hard for her.
We walked, stumbled, fell into my bed. She looked perfect there, her dark locks splayed around her on the white comforter. Before I could tell her how hot she was, she was pulling me down, kissing me with her soft lips and reaching for my dick with her fingertips.
She undid my pants and then reached into my underwear, taking my cock in her hand. She knew what she was doing, that much was clear.
I slid my hand under her shirt, feeling underneath her bra. I ran the pad of my thumb over her hardened nipple, desperate for her to take her shirt off. To see her in all her glory.
So I did just that, began pulling up on her shirt. She took her hand out of my pants, lifting herself up to help me. As soon as her shirt was off, she unclipped her bra. My imagination hadn’t even come close to the perfect tits splayed before me. They were full, round, heavy, and so fucking sexy.
I pushed her back down, parting her legs with my knee and taking one hard nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue.
Her back arched underneath my weight, and I moaned against her breast before moving to the next one.
“Fuck, Jonas,” she said. “You have no idea how long I’ve been imagining this.”