Page 89 of Those Who Are Bound

She frowned up at him like he was insane for the span of two seconds, and then gave an irritated shake of her head. “We don’t need to.”

He ran his hands up and down her back before one hand returned to the clasp of her bra, expertly flicking the hooks apart; her breasts bounced forward. Pulling the straps from her shoulders, her tits were revealed. He blinked, and she fought her smile at his response.Her dark pink tips puckered even more when he wet his lips.

He pulled her tighter into him, one hand eagerly grasping and weighting her breast, flicking his thumb over her hard nipple, drawing a throaty sound from her. They both watched as their flesh met. She arched against him, her stomach sliding against his torso.

On a tortured growl, his forehead falling forward to meet hers, he said, “That’s not an answer. I have condoms—”

Elliott made a face, feeling as though she was going to join the puddles on the floor. “No. I mean, it’s not an issue.”

His look was unyielding. “I’m going to fuck you into next week; it’s an issue.”

“I have an IUD,” she answered in a stuttered breath, thinking this had to be the worst time to be having this conversation when butterflies were set loose in her stomach at his words and another warm rush wet her between her legs.

“You’d indicated—”

She interrupted, “I got it taken care of, after. And… you said you’re clean. I’m clean. And I… if we’d… Well, I didn’t want anything between us, if that’s okay.I want to feel you—just you.”

His fingers dug into her flesh at her hips as he pulled her even closer. “Good girl,” he praised.

The words, his look, the desperation the gesture of his digging fingers conveyed… She pressed herself to the bulge in his jeans and almost achieved her first orgasm from that alone—first, because she knew that he was going to send her into a state of delirium tonight. That’s how sensitive she was to everything he was doing to her; the intensity of need and the arc of desire. Her pussy was weeping for him. How wet was she? The ground outside had nothing on her.

Lightning lit the space, and the following crash of thunder caused her to jump.

Dropping his lips to her ear, he asked, “Afraid of storms?”

“Not a fan,” she allowed.

“Then let’s see if I can make you forget,” he said. And then he bent, grasping her around her bottom and hoisting her up. She immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him. With a smirk, he pointed out, “I think you mentioned wanting to do this a few days ago.”

Elliott looked down at him. “I was thinking I would have to hold on for my life.”

Walking toward the bedroom, his comment was a promise. “Keep that thought.” He hitched his chin at her, a silent directive indicating she should place her mouth on his. She obeyed, her oxygen once again zapped from her when their tongues met, sparring. He rewarded her with a tight squeeze of her ass cheeks.

The flashes outside lit his way to her bed, where he unceremoniously dumped her on the edge, causing her to fall gracelessly crab-like onto her back, breasts bobbing, knees bent and parted, resting on her elbows. She made a move to scoot toward the middle, but he shook his head at her as he reached for the button of his jeans. “Stay there.”

Her heart seized at the gravelly directive. Elliott nearly panted, her attention torn between darting from his intense stare and gauging his progress with his pants. He made short work of the jeans, however, considering how difficult it must have been to pull the wet material from himself. But the moment the denim and boxers were stripped and his thick, hard cock sprang forth, she’d forgotten all about how he’d divested himself of the items.

Jonah Montgomery was a gifted man. It wasn’t fair, really, that he was so devastatingly hot from head to toe, and now this. Damn.

“Oh. My. God.” Her eyebrow raised; she was back to biting her lower lip. She looked up at him, and he was smiling at her reaction. She reached for him.

“Oh no,” he said, resting a knee on the bed between her legs as he grasped at the only article of clothing between them, her panties. “I need to taste you first. I want to hear my name as you come.”

Wickedly, she asked as he tossed the panties aside, “Only your name? Not my favorite boy band? Not my favorite barista or—?” Her voice was stopped when he ran a finger over the manicured dark hair of her mound. She held her breath, feeling the increase in wetness at his light touch, at the fierce heat as he stared at her. The ache skyrocketed, the throbbing need for him to touch, taste, invade.

“Thank you for not being bare,” he said hoarsely. Then on a growl, he leaned over and grasped her thighs, jerking her forward, spreading her as he licked along her slit, his hot tongue diving into her, sending a bullet of delight straight through her brain.

She threw her head back on a cry and a full-body spasm, her fingers sliding into his hair. “God, Jonah!”

He moaned at the sound of his name, which caused her to dig in her heels and rise against his mouth, her own moan falling out of her as his voice reverberated through her, touching her everywhere. Her nipples hardened even more. She dug her fingers into his scalp, already on the verge of an orgasm. His tongue dipping, swirling, flicking, and teasing, sending her spiraling out of control impossibly fast.

“Jonah, Jonah, Jonah,” she gasped, twisting beneath him, her body coated in a light sheen of perspiration. She’d fantasized this moment; had touched herself with this image in her head, but it was nowhere as amazing as the reality. She rocked beneath him, gasping out, “Oh my god, I’m coming.”

Jonah pulled back and admonished, “Not yet.”

“Please let me have it,” she begged. The throbbing was insane; painful in the most pleasurable way.One more touch of his tongue against her clit, and she’d fall apart.

“Oh, you’re going to get it,” he assured her. He kissed the inside of her thigh as she wiggled beneath him, trying to inch herself back into the range of his mouth. He grasped an ankle and raised it, draping her leg over his shoulder. She used it as leverage to raise herself up toward him.

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