Page 31 of Depraved
But between the three of us … I feel settled.
Elena turns to me, gray eyes scolding as the intercom light clicks off when Black abandons it. “How dare you laugh. That bastard is not funny.”
“Elena …” I reach for her, and she slowly crawls across the bed to kneel beside me. I pull her onto my lap, wanting her closer.
“Jonah, no! It’ll hurt you!”
“I’m pretty sure you don’t get to tell me no right now,” I say as I bop the tip of her nose.
I study her features, her creamy skin, and her pouty lower lip. At school, she always wore makeup, but I liked seeing her without it. I like the natural pink of her lips and the softer edge on her brow. I indulge myself for a minute and just touch her, rubbing her arm, then her shoulder, then moving a hand to the edge of her hip. When that bomb went off, I didn’t know if I’d get to do these things again. In fact, I was sure I never would, so now I take the time to memorize the feel of all of her.
Eventually, I reach for her chin, but not the way Black did. I gently trace it up and down, following the crescent moon shape of the edge of her face. I let myself feel. Just feel any and every emotion that comes. There are a lot, and they jump to the surface of my mind like fish skimming over the water before sinking back out of sight.
I adore her. Then I long for her even though that doesn’t make sense because she’s right here in my arms. I admire and desire her. I don’t even have words for some of the things she makes me feel. I just know my chest dances.
I lean down slightly, and that’s all the indication she needs. Elena tilts her head up to kiss me. A short, sweet innocent brush of our lips. It’s the kind of kiss I’d have given her on a first date. It leaves me buoyant. I could float up to the ceiling.
The tiny, hesitant smile and the way her gray eyes shine make me think she feels the same way.
“You meant all those things you said, didn’t you?” I ask.
“All of it and more.”
When I kiss her, it isn’t pure and innocent this time. This time my tongue dives between her lips, and I plunder her mouth. I’ve always been a giver, not a taker, but in this moment, something comes over me. I push that kiss farther, locking our lips together, sucking in every ounce of lust she’s got. My hands tangle her hair sloppily and, as I pull her in, I fall backward onto the pillow pulling her on top of me.
Elena’s spurred on by my aggression and retaliates with some of her own once she realizes I’m not wincing. She bites my lower lip and sucks it into her mouth. Her hands take my wrists, pulling them above my head and pinning me down. I let her as I revel in the sensation of giving her that control, trusting her.
“You are so fucking amazing,” she murmurs as she moves from my lips to my neck and her tongue traces the mate mark she made on me there. Desire shoots straight to my dick the second she touches that scar.
“Do it again,” I say, entranced by the way her touch to my mark sends energy surging right down my neck, through my spine, to where I want it most.
She starts to use her tongue to lap at the mark, and my dick twitches.
“Yes.”
I pull my hand down to her shoulder, intending to rub her ass and eventually slink it around to her clit. It’s a move I commonly use for us, but Elena leans back, her mouth abandoning my mate mark. I groan in disappointment as she deprives me not only of that but pulls my hand away from her body, sliding it back up to the pillow. “Uh-uh. I owe you.”
“You don’t,” I start to protest, but she puts a finger to my lips and then drags it down and sticks it in.
“Show me how you want me to tongue your cock,” Elena’s eyes are hooded, and I can tell she’s turned on by the thought.
So am I.
Normally, she tells me to beg for it and then thank her. But letting me show her? Letting me dictate the terms and then anticipate her follow through?
Fuck. I close my eyes and think about brake pads for one second, so I don’t blow my nut right now.
When I’m in control of my dick, I do as she says. I blade my tongue and slowly carve a zig-zag path up her finger before I let my lips suck on the tip, nursing the end. I release it with a pop only to start back at the base and repeat the gesture.
After the second pop, she retracts her finger. “Got it. Just you watch, mate. I’m going to blow your mind.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The prospect is making my dick strain. Precum dribbles from the tip, and all my nerves are lit up with excitement. I watch in a bit of a daze as she pulls down the sheets. Slowly and carefully, she removes my pants and underwear, careful not to jostle me.
“I’m not made of glass.”
“You’re hard enough to be,” she retorts, gesturing at my cock, which is swollen and pointing right up at her.
“Constant problem around you.”
