Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Tell me what to do,” I demanded. Anticipation thrummed through me. I was rock hard, yes, but all my energy was directed at making Jonas come. “Tell me what you like. I want to know how to get you off.”
“Getting you off gets me off.” He provided the non-answer of the century, and I groaned.
“But it didn’t the other night.”
“Because I didn’t let it.” Jonas’s tone was patient, but I still groaned again as he continued, “Trust me, I was plenty turned on. Pleasuring you is my biggest turn-on.”
“So I just…” I trailed off as he reversed our positions in a nifty move I needed to learn.
“Lie back.” He gave me a feral grin. “Like you wanted. Let me make you feel good. I promise I’ll get there too.”
“I’d rather do stuff to you,” I said weakly, ending on a happy sigh as he kissed me again, a lingering exploration that left my fingers curling against the covers. Jonas made it hard to stick to my resolve to be less selfish, especially when he yanked my hoodie aside to kiss my neck. I shivered, giving in to my urge to let him have his way with me. “Okay, this works too.”
“Glad you approve.” He chuckled against my collarbone, a warm rush of air against sensitive skin. “May I undress you?”
“I can undress myself.” I struggled to sit up under the warm, wonderful weight of Jonas’s thighs pinning me down.
“I know you can. I asked if I may?” Jonas raised the hem of my hoodie, revealing the T-shirt underneath, his fingers teasing their way under both layers of fabric. The sensation was intriguing enough that I settled back down and let him do as he wanted.
As it turned out, that was a supremely good idea as he turned undressing into a slow dance. First the hoodie, then my T-shirt, then kisses on all the skin he’d exposed. He kissed, licked, and nibbled his way across my arms and pecs and down my torso. He gently helped me out of my loose sweatpants, easing them over my cast, leaving me in my black boxer briefs. My cock had shifted to press against the waistband, head peeking out, but Jonas seemed in no hurry to give it attention.
Instead, he returned to my chest. I had small, pale nipples, and I’d never really given them much thought beyond wishing for more pec definition, but when Jonas sucked on the right one, I practically levitated off the bed.
“Do that again,” I ordered, and thankfully, he complied, sucking harder while teasing with his tongue. My ass clenched and my back bowed, and I had a new number one goal of spending a whole day with Jonas doing exactly that. “More.”
“I think we found something you like.” He laughed warmly before switching to my other nipple.
“I like everything.” I moaned and arched my chest higher, trying to encourage more nipple kisses. Jonas indulged my unspoken request with more rhythmic sucking and tongue flicking while his fingers twiddled with my damp right nipple. My cock pulsed in my boxers, and I ground against Jonas’s sturdy thigh. “Fuck. I’m trying not to come before you reach my cock.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” Jonas managed to sound truly indifferent to when and where I shot. “Whatever feels good, baby. You don’t have to hold back with me.”
I liked it when he called me baby, liked it even more when he returned to torturing my nipples, switching back and forth between them as I lay there, quietly panting. He was still clothed, a surprisingly hot contrast to my near-nudity, and I clutched at his sweatshirt as he continued teasing my nipples. They were pinker and slightly puffy now, hypersensitive to the air and his touch. Jonas kept stopping every so often and admiring his handiwork, making pleased sounds in the back of his throat.
It was all I could do to keep breathing without shouting or babbling about how good it felt. Yes. Please. More. God. That.
“The basement is pretty soundproof,” Jonas said conversationally. “Especially with the dryer going. You don’t have to try so hard to be silent.”
I pursed my lips, pretty sure he wanted more than the stream of nonsense words clogging my brain. “I’m not good at dirty talk.”
“I’m tired of hearing what you’re bad at.” Jonas nipped at the center of my chest. “And I didn’t say talk, but if you want to let out a little moan here or there…”
“That isn’t very…” I trailed off. Fuck. Was I so deeply trapped by notions of what was or wasn’t macho that I’d deny myself more of this exquisite pleasure? Clearly, Jonas wouldn’t think less of me if I carried on. In fact, he seemed to want it. “Would it turn you on if I was noisier?”
“Oh yes.” His answering smile was downright wicked and made me want to shower him with sounds that turned his crank.