Page 37 of Jonas (Silver Team #4)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

“Jonas,” I breathed. “Please.”

Jonas’s hand on my ass lifted my booty ever so slightly. His fingers curled, hitting a magical spot inside of me, while his tongue toyed over my clit, and that was all it took for me to fly apart.

My back arched off the bed.

My hands fisted in his hair.

My thighs clamped tight against his head.

My mind blanked, euphoria suffused every inch of me, and he ate.

Jonas was a fingers-thrusting, head-thrashing, tongue-lashing pussy-eating god.

He also hadn’t exaggerated. He’d been down there a good long while—not because he needed time to get me off, but because he was a tease.

A master at it really. He’d edged me close and pulled back no less than five times, maybe six; it was hard to keep count and I tried so when it was my turn I could get my revenge.

But in the end, Jonas had me so out of my mind all I could do was beg for my orgasm.

Not only was his build-up exceptional, his delivery was brilliant.

I felt pressure on my hands, released my hold, and glanced down. Jonas’s messy dark hair between my thighs was wildly sexy, made more so when he pulled away enough to tip his eyes up to meet mine.

They weren’t sparkling with lust, they swirled with desire so intense my toes curled.

My climax had barely waned yet I needed more.

Jonas being Jonas, didn’t need my verbal demand.

In one fluid movement, he hooked the back of my knee in the crook of his arm, surged over me, then slammed home.

“I choose you,” he growled on a thrust.

Ohmigod.

“You hear me, Dee Dee,” he grunted on another drive. “It’s you.”

He knew, like Lore, that’s what I needed.

“I.” Thrust. “Choose.” Thrust. “You.”

My heart was threatening to explode from my chest. My eyes felt funny and the more I blinked the blurrier he became, until every emotion I’d ever bottled up leaked down my cheeks.

Jonas fell to his elbow and used his free hand to cup my face.

“No fortification. No barriers. No hiding,” he whispered, slowing his pace.

“No fortification. No barriers. No hiding,” I repeated.

“Me and you, baby. You’re safe with me always.”

There was so much pain in those words, so much more than promise—not an oath but a guarantee.

“You’re always safe with me, too, Jonas.”

“I know I am. I know I can be the man I am with you, because that man was made for you. Made to love you.” He slowly pulled out to the tip. “Made to be loved by love.” And equally as slowly glided in.

Oh, yes, Jonas was made for me. Just like I was made for him.

His hips swiveled.

I moaned.

Through my cloudy vision, I saw him grin.

Jonas unhooked my leg, pushed up above me, and on a rough demand said, “Feet on the bed, knees up, and spread wide.”

I didn’t delay following his command.

Instead of thrusting, Jonas planted deep, and rocked.

Every pitch forward stroked my clit. Every movement drove me closer to the apex of pleasure.

I tipped my head back on the pillow, saw the muscles in Jonas’s neck strain, watched as bliss and desire and need washed over his features.

The need to submit to my orgasm was coming over me, yet I held back, not wanting to give in to the moment, wanting to stay right there with Jonas.

Him hovering over me, connected in the most primitive way—mind, body, and soul fused together, making us one.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised with enough gravel in his tone to send me into a freefall of decadence.

I had heard there was a difference between a whole body orgasm and a vaginal one. I’d thought that was some bullshit to sell women’s sexual health books.

Holy fucking hell was I wrong. So wrong. Totally, absolutely, wholly wrong.

The intensity stole my breath.

My stomach muscles tightened, my thighs spasmed, my back bowed, I could no longer feel my hands or my fingers gripping the sheets.

I vaguely felt Jonas pull out. I was of no help when he flipped me over and positioned me on my hands and knees. The hum of pleasure was still ricocheting around my nervous system when he plowed into me from behind.

“Honey.” The word whooshed out of me.

One of Jonas’s hands clamped on my hip, his other hand rested on the small of my back holding me steady as his cock drove so deep I feared he was rearranging my organs.

“Jonas,” I breathed.

“You can take it, baby, tip your ass up.”

I tipped, he pounded.

I moaned, he growled.

“Fuck, Dee Dee. That’s it, right there, baby. I’m gonna come for you.”

His hand on my back slid around and down and with unmatched precision hit my clit.

“Please,” I mewled.

“That’s my girl.”

Oh, holy fucking hell, I was going to go again.

“Keep going,” I begged.

Not only did Jonas keep going, but he left me in ruins. Words were coming out of my mouth but they were nothing more than gibberish—pleas and shaky breaths and whimpers and finally carnal sobs.

He pulled his hand out from between my legs, reached up, cuffed my throat, and pulled me up to my knees. I felt his fingertips pressing into the side of my neck as he pressed his chest to my back, leaning in, holding me hostage.

“You want my come?”

Oh god.

“Yes.”

“Inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Then take it, it’s yours.”

It was then I fully experienced Jonas’s orgasm.

I felt his cock swell and jerk as he bathed my insides.

His mouth slammed down on mine and he growled it down my throat.

I was trapped against his hard body, at his mercy, but never had I felt more powerful as I did right then, knowing I owned Jonas—heart and soul he was mine.

“You good?” Jonas asked as soon as I slid into bed next to him after cleaning up.

Because, of course he’d ask that.

“Yeah.”

“I was rough,” he noted, rolling me onto his chest.

“Yes.”

Not only did I hear his chuckle, but I felt it under my cheek. Sublime.

“I’ll give you a few more minutes to regain the utilization of the English language.”

Cocky.

“That’d be good,” I muttered.

I don’t know how long we lay there, him holding me snug, me burrowed in close, my hand on his chest savoring his strong, steady heartbeat.

My mind drifting from the past to the present thinking I’d go through everything all over again if it meant I ended up exactly where I was.

If it meant that every shitty experience, every form of abuse I’d endured, shaped me into the woman that Jonas needed.

“Jonas?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we crazy?”

Jonas gave me a squeeze. “Define crazy.”

“Foolish. Unhinged. Insane.”

“Right, the foolish thing would be to deny what we both know we have. The insane thing to do would be start building walls, playing it safe, hedging our bets out of fear. We both know the kind of people we are. We both understand it’s all or nothing. So, no, I don’t think we’re crazy.”

He missed one part.

“Unhinged?”

“You might’ve missed it, baby, but I’m not exactly mentally stable when it comes to you. And personally, I like you when you’re out of your mind crazed for me, wheezing my name.”

Men.

“We weren’t talking about sex,” I pointed out.

“We weren’t?”

I smiled against his chest. “No, we weren’t.”

“I disagree. I started this conversation by asking if you were okay after I took you rough.”

Right. He had.

“I moved on from that conversation.”

I felt his body start to shake, unfortunately he didn’t make his amusement audible.

“Gotcha.”

“But just so you know, I liked you taking me rough.”

“I got that when your pussy squeezed my dick so hard I was afraid it wasn’t going to let go.”

Men!

“Is this you registering a formal complaint?”

“Fuck no. This is me making sure you know that if I ever get too rough, too intense, or do anything you don’t like, you don’t hesitate to stop me.

I felt you tense when I flipped you over.

I pushed you to take me, knowing I’d make it good for you.

But I don’t ever want to hurt you. I don’t ever want you to be uncomfortable.

Not only when I have my dick in you, but anytime.

But especially when I’m making love to you.

Just because I’m calling the shots doesn’t mean you’re not in charge. ”

“I won’t hesitate,” I promised. “And so you know, I tensed because…” I trailed off, unsure why I was suddenly feeling shy.

Thankfully, Jonas didn’t make me say it. “I know why, Dee Dee, and that’s why I asked if you were okay.”

Gah .

“I just needed a moment to…adjust.”

There was another squeeze but this time he didn’t loosen his hold. “Yeah, and while you were taking your time to adjust, your pussy was hugging my dick so tight I was afraid it’d be over before you gave in.”

“Is that bad?”

“It is if I blow before I get you there with me.”

“But I’d already had two.”

“So?”

Between his tongue and his big dick, and his superior talent with both, Jonas Lang was seriously a sex god.

“I don’t want you to think I’m greedy.”

His body went taut, then he busted out laughing. While he was doing this, he rolled me to my back and came over top of me.

“Baby,” he said through his laughter. “I like your pussy greedy and you happy. If there ever comes a time when you’re not both of those, I’ve failed.

Excellent comeback.

“Consider me informed and prepare for gluttony.”

His smile dimmed and his eyes roamed my face. This study went on for a while. Long enough I started to get self-conscious.

“What?” I whispered.

“Nothing, baby. I just like looking at you.”

My heart swooned.

“You’re hot, Jonas.”

“Glad you think so, Dee Dee. But you’re the beautiful one.”

He was wrong, he was the beautiful one. I was the passably pretty one but I knew better than to argue.

“I’m feeling greedy, honey,” I told him.

His lips curved up into a sexy smirk.

“But before I get my turn taking you with my mouth I have a question for you.”

“Shoot.”

“You sure Zane’s not pissed?”

Jonas groaned and closed his eyes.

“New rule,” he grunted. “No mentioning my boss or teammates when my dick is hard and I’ve got visions of you taking me down your throat.”

I pinched my lips together in an effort not to smile.

His sigh was a clear indication he didn’t miss this.

“He’s not pissed. He’s tired and frustrated, and if I had to guess, POTUS pushed back, so now Zane’s got a decision to make.

Neither outcome will be good and before he pulls the trigger on which play he’s gonna back, he’s taking the night to weigh the damage.

Tomorrow morning he’ll brief the rest of us. ”

That made sense and made me feel better.

“Okay. Good.”

“Now, can we get to the sweet blowjob you promised?”

I wanted to say Men! but really I was greedy and I wanted more of Jonas.

“Roll off,” I ordered.

He didn’t roll, he leaned down and gave me a quick kiss—not so quick it didn’t include lots of tongue. I figured this had more to do with an impending blowjob and nothing to do with him not wanting to kiss me.

Jonas broke the kiss and muttered against my lips, “Shirt off, Derrika. I wanna play with your tits while you suck me off.”

If he didn’t stop turning me on, my revenge plan would be shot to hell.

He rolled to his back. I pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside.

And there, laid out before me, was a feast of delicious male beauty.

“I don’t know where to start.”

“If you’re up for suggestions, I have one.”

Of course he did.

I didn’t ask his opinion. I started at his neck, worked my way down to his pecs, then his navel, then down to the Promised Land. I took my time savoring the taste of his skin, the way his muscles tensed under my lips, the sound of his groans when I raked my teeth over his abs.

But it wasn’t until I had him writhing and panting did I finally take his long, thick length into my mouth and gave my man his sweet blowjob.

And by the time I had him where I wanted him, it was his hands fisting my hair.

“Christ, your mouth,” he groaned.

I smiled around his dick and finished my man off.