Page 4 of Their Little Sugar Plum
A look of horror appears on Mr. Clark’s face, his dark brown eyes widening. “Not alone. I have to get up there. Immediately.”
“Offer to go with him, to find Violet.” Jonah’s whisper is accompanied by an extra twitch of his cock inside me.
I hesitate. Does he really mean this?
Mr. Clark turns to leave.
“Mikayla,” Jonah says in warning.
“Wait.” I gasp as Jonah moves inside me again. “Um, Mr. Clark—I can go with you. It’s a long drive, and you look like you’ve been traveling for hours. We can take turns at the wheel.”
He eyes me coolly. “I wouldn’t mind some company. Are you sure?”
“We’re sure,” Jonah’s voice travels through my body. “I don’t mind hanging out alone for a little while. And you’ll only be a phone call away, right, Mikayla?”
“Yes, of course.” I feel flustered, panicked. How am I supposed to get off Jonah’s dick without Mr. Clark seeing?
But Mr. Clark solves that problem with a grating laugh. “I’ll wait outside so you can finish fucking.”
I gasp. He knew this whole time. “You—we—no?—”
“Don’t bother lying about it, Mikayla.” Mr. Clark’s tone is stern, his dark eyes glittering with smug superiority. “I’ll be in the car.”
He leaves, easing the door shut behind him.
Jonah chuckles against my neck. “Your pussy is so wet, it’s dripping around me. You liked getting caught by your friend’s dad, didn’t you?”
I moan and arch my back. It’s so wrong to think about it like that, but Jonah’s right. I’m aroused as heck.
He pumps into me, steady and hard. I have to brace my hands on the counter to keep my hips from pounding against it.
“Fuck, baby, I love seeing you so turned on. And by your bestie’s dad, of all people.” He grunts. “Such a naughty little pet. We better hurry up and finish, though—don’t want to keep him waiting. Think you can come with me? Think you can come while you remember that disapproval in his eyes?”
He’s so right. Mr. Clark was disapproving.
He reaches under the dress, drags his fingers back and forth on my clit. “Come with me, pet. Come on my dick.”
“Jonah—yes—” I explode in pleasure. I’ve never come harder on Jonah’s cock than I do now.
A few more rapid thrusts, and then Jonah groans against my neck. “So good, pet. So good.”
I feel warm, through and through. Little tingles of pleasure heat my blood.
He kisses my neck, pulls out, and yanks my panties down. “Step out of these, dirty little princess.”
My legs are shaking from the force of my orgasm, so he helps keep me steady while I leave my underwear on the floor.
He grins. “You get in that car with Mr. Clark and let my come leak out of you, all over the seat. Even better if you fuck him, princess. Be sure to tell me all about it afterward.”
I gasp. He’s had me flirt with other people before, but always at the club. Always with someone he knows—never someone I know. And he’s never had me fuck them. Grind, dance, even kiss, once. But sex? “Jonah—are you sure?—”
“Actually.” He considers me, his green eyes piercing. “Don’t fuck him. Anything except fucking. He wants fucking, you call me first.”
“Seriously, Jonah.” I laugh. “He doesn’t want me that way. He’s not going to fuck me. Did you see the way he looked at us?”
“Yeah.” Jonah gives me a big, smacking kiss. “I saw exactly how he looked at us. More specifically, how he looked at you.”
I can only shake my head. The idea of hooking up with Mr. Clark is the stuff of my most forbidden, heated fantasies. It’s not going to happen. But if Jonah wants to do dirty talk about it, I’m a hundred percent on board.
