Chapter Three
Jacey gulped. “Strip. Just like that?”
“Scared, Princess?” he asked with a smirk and she knew he
didn’t think she’d do it. He was purposely trying to piss her off or scare her
into leaving. Not fucking happening.
“Fuck you, Jonas,” she said.
“Exactly what I have in mind,” he agreed and the wicked
gleam in his eyes had her pussy so wet she bet her panties were soaked. Who
knew Jonas had such a dominant side? She hadn’t, that was for sure. But, god,
he was turning her on.
She reached for the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her
head, tossing it to the floor. Jacey undid the snap and zipper on her jeans and
shimmied her hips until they slid down enough for her to sit on the side of his
bed. She bent to take her sneakers off first, making sure her breasts dangled
just right in her bra. Jacey heard him catch his breath and felt smug.
Take
that
, she thought.
She took her socks off and then stood to push her jeans down
her thighs. When only one foot remained, she kicked the pants in his direction
and stood there in her bra and panties. Jacey could see her image in the mirror
on the door behind him. The red-lace set went perfectly with her skin tone and
her black hair. Her blue eyes were bright and filled with seduction. She moved
toward him but he held a hand up.
“All of it, Jacey,” he commanded. “Take it all off.”
She lifted her eyebrow but just shrugged. If he wanted her
naked, then she’d get naked. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp on her
bra and slowly let the straps fall from her shoulders to her elbows. She
squeezed her breasts together as she slid it all the way off and then moaned
and grasped them, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples before moving her hands
to her hips.
She watched Jonas and didn’t miss the throb of his cock in
his pants. He liked that. Wait until he saw the rest of her. The girls had just
had a spa day so her pussy was freshly waxed. She liked to keep it bare, liked
the way her hands felt on the sensitive flesh. She hoped Jonas would like it
too.
She gripped the sides of her panties and slowly pushed them
over her hips, bending forward and blocking what she was revealing as she
continued sliding them down her legs to pool around her feet. She toed them
aside and stood back up, running her hands up her thighs, over her pussy,
across her belly to cup and lift her breasts. She gave her nipples a slight
pinch and then raised her eyes to meet his face.
His eyes were all over her, seeming to touch her everywhere.
“Like what you see?” she murmured, her voice husky and hopefully seductive
enough to have him joining her soon. She wanted to see all of Jonas, as naked
as she was.
“Oh yeah,” he answered but made no move to come toward her
yet. “Bend over the bed, Princess,” he ordered her.
“What?” she asked. “Why?”
“Didn’t you say something about discipline? Me spanking that
ass of yours until it’s nice and rosy from my hand?”
She gulped and looked at him.
“Scared?” he asked, and damn it, he knew just how to flip
her switch. No way would she ever admit to being scared, even if she was. But
in all honesty, she was hotter than hell and the thought of his hand on her
ass, even in a smack, had her pussy clenching in need.
“Hell no,” she said and turned to face the bed. She leaned
into it, letting her hands catch her weight as she lowered her upper body flat
against the mattress. She wiggled a bit, knowing he was watching her every
move, then glanced back over her shoulder. “Is this what you had in mind?”
“It’ll work,” he said and finally pushed away from the door
and headed toward her. “Face forward, Jacey.”
She sighed but did as he told her. And somehow not being
able to see where he was, what he was doing had her all that much hotter. She
could feel him behind her, feel his eyes on her, but the wait for his touch was
killing her. She was trying to hold as still as she could but her mounting
desire had her wanting to wiggle and grind her soaked pussy against the
mattress for a little relief.
The smack came out of nowhere. No touch, just a firm slap at
the bottom curve of her right cheek. It was an explosion of fire and heat and
the startle of pain but it faded quickly. He cupped where he had spanked her
and ran his thumb over the place she assumed held the mark of his hand.
“So beautiful, Jacey,” he murmured, stroking over her flesh.
“I’ve always loved your ass. Always wanted to see you just like this, bent over
my bed with your ass just waiting to blush for me.”
“Jonas,” she began but he shushed her.
“Don’t make me gag you, Jacey,” he whispered.
Fuck!
she thought. Her pussy was clenching with need.
He was killing her with his sex talk and turning her on to the point that she
was ready to slip her hand down and give herself a little touch or two or four.
He smacked her again and she cried out. It was the other
cheek this time, high. His hand fell again and then again, each time touching a
new part of her until it felt as if her entire ass was on fire. But, god, it
hurt so fucking good. Who knew a spanking could be such an incredible means of
foreplay. She’d fantasized about it—probably even confessed that to Jonas.
“Jonas,” she moaned his name, burying her face in his
comforter and inhaling the scent of him. She wiggled her ass, couldn’t stop
herself even if she wanted to.
His lips touched her then. She felt the stroke of his
tongue, the brush of his kiss over the hot cheeks of her ass.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice laced with sincere
concern. “I’ve never really spanked anyone before.”
“What?” She reared up, knocking Jonas to floor and coming to
stand over him. “You spanked me like that and you didn’t know what you were
doing? You could have hurt me, Jonas.”
He smiled at her. “I didn’t say that I didn’t know what I
was doing, Jacey. I just said that I’d never really done it before.”
“What does that mean?” she demanded, her hands fisted on her
hips. “You either have or you haven’t.”
“I’ve read up on it. Researched, watched videos on how to do
it correctly. Spoke with some professionals to get the right technique down.”
How perfectly Jonas. He researched everything. Apparently
even how to spank someone. And she’d bet he’d done it as soon as she’d spoken
of interest in it.
“So I’m the only woman you’ve ever spanked?” she asked.
“Trust me,” he said with a shake of his head, “you’re the
only woman I’ve ever wanted to spank.”
She wasn’t sure if he meant that sexually or not. But as
that was how it was playing out, she would take it.
“What else have you wanted to do to me?”
“A lot,” he stated, moving up to his knees in front of her
and running his hands up the outside of her legs to her hips. “Everything.”
“Like what, Jonas?”
“You’re wet, Jacey. I can see your juices on your pussy.
Your sweet bare pussy.” His hand moved over to trace her mons, rubbing over the
baby-smooth flesh there. “You’re so soft. I want to taste you, to feel you
under my tongue.”
“Yes,” she moaned her agreement, and when he nudged her back
to the bed, she let him. She sat on the edge and then reclined back for him.
She opened her legs wider as he moved into her. Her ass was a little tender
where it touched the bed but every nerve seemed to focus on her pussy and the
pleasure in store.
She watched as he lowered his head between her thighs,
sighing as he finally placed a soft kiss where his fingers had just traced
over. Several more kisses and then his tongue stroked out to taste and explore
her bare flesh. Her fingers clenched in the cover as she waited. She could feel
her thighs trembling in anticipation.
His tongue traced her lips, dipping inside here and there,
but just teasing. She wiggled a little bit and he glanced up to meet her eyes.
“I’m going to make you come,” he promised and she realized
he’d discarded his glasses at some point. His eyes were deep-chocolate pools
that she wanted to dive into. “With my fingers and my mouth I’m going to make
this pussy come and then I’m going to lap it all up. Just like I’ve dreamed of
for a long time.”
She wanted to ask how long. How long had Jonas wanted her
like this? And how had she not realized it? How had she not seen that he wanted
her? How had she not really looked at Jonas and realized just how much she
wanted him?
Then his fingers parted her and those soft lips of his
wrapped around her clit and started sucking. All thoughts fled her mind, save
one. Jonas.
His mouth suckled, his tongue played, licking and tapping
while he traced one finger down between her folds to her wet opening. One
finger rimmed her then slipped inside. He pulled it out then used two fingers
to pump back into her. He fucked her with them, rubbing her walls and stroking
every nerve to screaming awareness.
His mouth fed, sipping at her clit and soon he had her
bucking and moaning. He pulled his head back and she cried out reaching for him
and wrapping her fingers in his thick brown waves, trying to urge his mouth
back to where she wanted it. He chuckled and nipped her inner thigh with his
teeth. He kissed and sucked at her labia, continually working his mouth lower
to where his fingers still fucked her.
His other hand was suddenly spreading her lips even wider
and his thumb stroked out and over her clit, rubbing small circular patterns
over and over. First soft, then hard, then soft, in a constant switching
pattern. His tongue dipped inside her, fucking in tandem with his fingers.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes.” She knew she was crying out but didn’t
care. She was so close, so close to an orgasm that promised to be
earth-shattering.
Jonas picked up on her cues and pulled his mouth back from
her. “Look at me.” Her eyelids were dipping closed but she jerked them wide at
his command.
She couldn’t deny him. And when she met his eyes, he
rewarded her instantly. He fucked her hard with his fingers and pushed her over
the edge when he pinched her clit between his thumb and finger.
She came with a scream, bucking and thrusting her hips up
against his hands. He held her gaze for a long moment then finally released her
when he ducked his head and began licking her pussy again. His hands gentled on
her and his mouth laved and sucked at her, easing her down while he lapped at
her juices.
“So beautiful,” he whispered against her skin. “So incredibly
beautiful.”
“God, Jonas,” she moaned.
“What?” he asked with a smile. He couldn’t seem to keep his
mouth off her skin and kept returning to trace kisses over whatever part of her
he was closest to.
“That was incredible,” she keened. “So amazing.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“So tell me something,” she said as her heartbeat slow down
and her lungs finally ceased their pant for air.
“What do you want to know?”
“What else did you picture doing to me?” she asked. “Did you
dream of fucking me?”
He grinned. “Oh yeah, all the time.”
She leaned up on her elbows and used one hand to beckon him
to her. “Well, don’t leave us both waiting then. Come on and take me.”
Chapter Four
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he rose to his
feet in front of her. She eased back on the bed, moving so that she was
centered and her entire body was now reclined.
Jonas was an engineer, a thinker who seemed to always be on
his laptop. He wore suits and ties daily. Who knew those suits hid such an
incredible body. His chest was broad, sprinkled with a light dusting of hair
that blended into a thicker happy trail that led to what she was dying to
finally see.
God, please don’t let him be small
, she prayed and
then felt horrible. But damn it, she could at least be honest with herself. She
liked her men to have at least a little length and thickness. It had to be a
man who said that size didn’t matter, because, honestly that was a lie. A man
had to have something to work with. The bulge in Jonas’ pants said he
definitely had something to work with, something that promised to be
spectacular.
Jonas’ hands finally had his belt undone and the button and
zipper released on his slacks. He pushed them down and off, kicking them aside.
He wore men’s bikini underwear. She’d never seen a guy wear them before, had
snickered at them in the past. But on Jonas they were incredible, leaving
little to the imagination. Then with a jerk of his hands they were down and off
and he stood in front of her with nothing but a hard-on bobbing in front of him.
He was big, thick, perfect. The head of his cock was
slightly larger than the shaft, crowning over it, giving it a mushroom shape
that she loved. The head was already wet with arousal and she wanted to touch
him, taste him like he had her.
“Meet with your approval, Princess?” he asked, palming his
length and giving it a stroke and squeeze while she watched.
“Oh yes,” she breathed and sat up. She loved it when he
called her princess. She didn’t care for pet names in general but she’d allowed
it from Jonas since he’d first started it years ago.
“Don’t move, Jacey,” he said. “You look so good lying in my
bed.”
“I want to taste you.”
He shook his head. “Not now. I’m on the edge here and I want
to be inside you.”
She nodded her agreement, licking her lips. Yeah, she wanted
him inside her too.
He walked to the side of the bed and opened a drawer in the
bedside table. He pulled out an unopened box of condoms and she almost laughed
as she watched him turn it so that he could check the date on it. Always
practical. They must have been okay as he ripped it open and pulled a strip
out. He ripped one free and tore it open. Within seconds he had it rolled on
and was joining her.
She started to ask him a question and then thought better of
it. She didn’t want to take the chance that she might say anything that would
stop him from thrusting his cock deep inside her. Instead she opened her arms
and legs wide, making room for him between them.
He moved over her and braced one hand on the bed, lifting
the other to trace over her nipples.
“I’ve always loved your breasts. So perfect.”
“They’re just average.”
“There’s nothing average about you.”
Then he dipped his head and licked over her. He let his body
cover hers, his head aligned with her chest, his hard abdomen pressing against
her pussy. He used his hands to plump and shape her breasts while his mouth
moved back and forth between them, kissing and licking over the mounds and
nipples. Finally he took one nipple between his lips and sucked greedily on it.
Hard pulls that had her rubbing her pussy up against his stomach.
“Jonas,” she moaned.
He slowly let her nipple slip free and his lips moved up and
then over her shoulder before tracing a wet path up her neck. She felt his hand
slide down between them and then the head of his cock was at her opening,
nudging for entrance. She lifted her knees, bracing her feet against the
mattress and pressed up into him.
He sank a little ways inside and they both groaned. His
hands gripped her hips, holding her while he thrust hard and filled her with
his cock. Perfect, as if he were made for her body. She fit him like a glove
and she flexed and squeezed around him, letting him feel how perfect they were
together.
“Fuck,” he moaned and began pumping inside her.
She could tell he was trying to take it slow but she wanted
none of that. She wanted it hard and fast and now. She grabbed his shoulders
and urged him on. Her hips lifted to meet every thrust and she gripped him as
he pulled back. Then he stopped.
He shifted to his knees between her sprawled thighs and
lifted her legs high in front of him until her feet rested on his shoulders.
Holding on to her calves he thrust into her again. Slow and easy, as if he were
testing to see if she could handle him in this position. She could. She used
his shoulders to brace herself as she lifted her hips into him, meeting him
thrust for thrust.
She could see the sweat on him. The sheen of it on his chest
and arms, felt sweat coat her skin as well. For her there was nothing better
than hot, sweaty sex. She loved the smells, the sensation of taking a man’s
cock inside her. She loved every position, every facet and, honestly, there was
little she hadn’t tried. But for some reason, this was different. Sex was
different with Jonas. Somehow it was better, more intense.
He pulled free again and damn it, she had been really close.
“Roll over.”
She hurried to comply. Doggy-style was one of her favorites.
She loved the feel of a man behind her, coming over her, gripping her hips and
driving into her again and again.
As soon as she was on her hands and knees he was behind her,
thrusting his cock inside. His hands gripped her hips and held firm while he
pumped. His grip kept her from moving back into him, allowing him complete
control. It was just how she liked it. Feeling her orgasm approaching, she
lowered her upper body to the mattress, going down onto her elbows and gripping
the comforter with her hands.
Jonas seemed to enjoy the slight change in angle and with a
groan he rode her harder, faster until the only sound that filled her ears was
the slap of their flesh and the harsh sound of them both panting.
“I’m coming.”
“Fuck yeah,” he said and she knew he was close.
She dropped her head between her braced forearms and moaned
as her release tore through her. Her pussy clenched and released around his
pumping shaft, growing wetter and wetter. Her nipples were steel-hard points
where they brushed against the covers. Her legs were weak and his grip was
literally all that held her up.
He continued to thrust and she cried out as he kept her in
the grip of her orgasm, holding her in the storm until he joined her. His cry
rivaled hers and her knees left the bed as he thrust deep and filled the condom
that separated them. So powerful that she could still feel his release through
the thin layer of latex.
Slowly he let her knees touch the mattress again. She could
feel him shuddering behind her, hear him gasping for air, and she smiled
smugly. When he pulled free of her she collapsed facedown on his bed. She would
be perfectly content to just stay in this position forever, or at the very
least until she could feel her body again.
She had no idea where Jonas got the renewed energy but he
left the bed and she followed him with her eyes as he stepped into his adjacent
bathroom and removed the condom.
He tied it off and wrapped it in toilet paper before
throwing it into the trash. He turned to the sink and washed his hands before
shifting his hips forward and washing his cock off. He left the water running
as he grabbed the hand towel and dried himself. She watched him wet a washcloth
and then he turned the water off, and grabbing the hand towel with his other
hand, moved back toward his bed and her.
“Roll over.”
She lazily rolled over and reached for the cloth he held but
Jonas just smiled.
“Let me,” he whispered and then his hands were between her
legs, using the wet cloth to clean the residue of sex from her folds and
thighs. He was gentle and thorough, and when he seemed satisfied, he used the
other cloth to dry her before heading back to the restroom. She watched him put
both in the hamper he had there before coming back into his bedroom.
Her eyes were filled with tears. She couldn’t remember any
other guy she’d been with taking the time to clean her. Usually they were the
ones flat on their backs on the bed, not moving until they had to.
Only
Jonas
, she thought. And what did that say about her and the men she usually
chose to be with?
She watched as he moved around the room, picking up their
discarded clothes and folding them before stacking them on his dresser. Finally
he turned to face her again and she realized he was nervous. She patted the
mattress beside her. This was the Jonas she knew and she was beginning to
realize she cared about him a lot more than she’d even thought.
He sat on the bed beside her and just looked down at her.
She figured she must look pretty wanton still sprawled naked on top of his
comforter. But she’d never been real modest.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“Do you want to?”
“No.”
“Then stay.”
She shifted on the bed so that he could pull the covers down
for them to slip beneath. When he was settled beside her she shifted closer,
feeling the tension in him. Her hand rested on his chest, stroking over him.
“How long?” she asked.
“How long what?”
“Have you wanted me?”
“Since I saw you at the lake.”
She remembered exactly when he was talking about. She’d been
sixteen and finally filling out her bikini. Her brother Jack had been home on
leave from the Marines and he’d dragged Jonas to the beach with them. Jonas had
kept his T-shirt on with his swim trunks and though he’d played Frisbee with
Jack, he hadn’t gotten in the water. But she’d felt him watching her and had
done her best to make herself seem sexy and grown. It was that summer when he’d
started calling her princess.
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“You were so far out of my league, Jacey. Even then.”
“What?” How could he ever think that she was out of his
league? If anything she was the one who wasn’t even close to his league.
He just shook his head. “And then I became your guy friend,
the one you used as a sounding board for male behavior. It was too late. I was
firmly in the friend slot.”
“I didn’t know, Jonas. I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”
“Shhhh…” He stroked one hand through her hair. He’d slipped
his glasses on again and it was almost as if he used them as a shield. “No need
to be sorry.”
“All the times I told you things.” She closed her eyes,
remembering all the details of her sex life she’d shared with him.
“I used to go to bed, thinking of the stuff you told me,” he
whispered. “I’d jack off, imagining it was me doing them with you.”
She laughed and smacked him on the chest. “Pervert.”
“But a faithful one,” he chuckled. “It was always you that I
jacked off to.”
She laughed and lightly pinched one of his nipples making
him yelp. How it must have hurt him to listen to her stories, to hear of her
exploits with other men. How could she have done that to him?
“I’m so sorry,” she said again.
“Don’t,” he said, shaking his head at her.
She sighed. “I was so jealous when I saw you with that
redhead,” she admitted. “I didn’t know why it bothered me so much, just that it
did.”
“I decided it was time to move on.”
“I was so pissed when you told me to talk to someone else,”
she confessed. “I was confused and hurt.”
“I had to move on, Jacey. I couldn’t keep on the way we
were.”
She nodded her head in understanding. “I didn’t realize how
much you meant to me until then, Jonas. Which should show you how shallow and
self-centered I am. I wouldn’t blame you if you kicked me out and never spoke
to me again.”
He reached down and wiped a tear off her cheek, making her
aware that what she’d been trying to hold at bay was dripping from her eyes.
“Don’t cry,” he whispered softly, shifting down in the bed
so that they were face-to-face. “I’d never be able to not speak to you again.
Not ever.”
“I’m so sorry, Jonas,” she said, fighting to hold back the
sobs. “I never meant to hurt you. I’ve been so stupid, so blind. And I’ve
managed to hurt the one person who means the most to me.”
“It’s okay,” he said, feathering her face with kisses.
“No, it’s not. I’m a bad person and I don’t deserve a guy
like you.”
“You’re not a bad person, Jacey. I never took the chance to
tell you. I figured a part of you was better than none of you. And that was
what I would have been left with if I’d told you how much I wanted you and
you’d walked away.”
“I could never walk away from you,” she vowed then laughed.
“Apparently not even when you tell me to.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“So this isn’t a one-night stand?” he asked her softly. And
she deserved the question. Lord knew she’d had enough of them, in fact, had a
habit of them.
“I’m hoping you don’t want it to be.” She didn’t know
exactly what she did want but she knew she didn’t want only a night.
“I don’t. I love you, Jacey. I have for a long time. I love
everything about you, even when you drive me crazy.” He laughed. “Hell,
especially when you drive me crazy.”
“You love me?”
“Yeah, Princess, I love you.”
She was crying again. But Jonas just smiled and pulled her
close, hugging her tightly. She knew he wasn’t expecting her to say the words
back and the truth was that she couldn’t. She wasn’t sure what love was, not
love between a man and woman anyways. She loved her friends, her family, but
that was all she knew.