Page 98 of Those Who Are Bound

She watched him approach the bed, giving him a small nod of her head, finally pushing herself up on her arms and turning to sit. His attention immediately dropped to her breasts, and a rush of breath left him. In return, she admired him in the light, traveling over the fit body where only her hands had grasped at the night before.

He watched her re-familiarize herself with him in the light. He fondly recalled how she’d run both her hands and her mouth over him. Her gaze dipped to his legs—he was pretty certain she was familiar with them, having had them both ride her and having ridden them. But in the daylight, she noticed the white scar snaking down along his left thigh, then angling around to disappear around to the back.

“Jonah!” She gasped, looking at it.

Jonah looked down at the scar, approaching the bed and handing over the mug. She absently took it from him, still looking at the scar. “Remember the bike in my shop? The mangled one? This is the souvenir.” He turned, showing her how the scar ran around the circumference of his muscular thigh and headed back up toward his buttock, disappearing under his boxers. “Stabbed through over here.” Without hesitation, he removed his boxers altogether and pointed out the circular white scar on the outside of his other thigh.

Elliott nearly choked on the coffee. He didn’t think it had anything to do with his injuries, but his effortless action and semi-aroused state. He sat on the bed, facing her. She hid behind the mug, slowly drawing her legs up.

Jonah regarded her body language for a minute before catching her searching gray gaze. “Do you remember what I said I would do to you this morning?”

He could see the recollection. Her pupils expanded, but she merely looked back, taking another sip of the coffee, not responding.

Jonah tilted his head as he regarded the response—lack, rather—his voice dropping into a lower cadence. “You need to use your words if you’re uncomfortable.”

She watched him watch her. After a few beats, she handed the mug back to him and answered, “I’m not uncomfortable. You don’t make me uncomfortable.”

He only looked away from her for the half a second it took for him to gauge the distance to the nightstand to dispose of the coffee mug. “But?”

“No buts, Mr. Montgomery. I want to take care of… that…” She indicated with a small nod his cock that twitched and began to stiffen under her heated gaze. “Just—”

“Just?” he asked curiously, reaching over and slipping a hand around to her nape, drawing her closer.

“Maybe not as slowly as you planned,” she said quietly, unfolding herself and moving toward him.

Jonah studied her face as she straddled him, reaching between them to grab hold of him firmly. He sucked in a breath as she slid her hand up and down him, bringing him immediately to full rigidity. A low moan escaped him. With one hand still at her neck, he grabbed her buttocks with the other, squeezing. He ground out, “Maybe I wanted to take my time with you this morning.”

She leaned forward and brushed his lips with hers, at the same time, her nipples danced against his chest. When he tried to kiss her, she pulled back teasingly, her hand pumping slowly between them, her grip sure, drawing another groan from him, a slight buck upward. Chuckling, she kissed his jaw, working back to his lips, nipping at the corner. Panting into his mouth, she lifted and rolled her hips forward to run the head of his cock against her hot, slick opening. She whispered against his lips, “All ready for you, Montgomery. Do you want to waste time on petting? Or do you want me to fuck you?”

Humor fled as the animalistic side of him took over. “Bring it, Rork.”

Elliott widened her legs, lowering herself onto him languorously, dropping her head back into his supporting hand as she did so. A moan escaped her as he stretched her. He took advantage of her exposed neck and kissed her, holding her close. She seated herself, then ground in, swiveling over him, making them both moan. Her entire body shuddered, and her breath left her on a broken sigh. Her mouth found his, and they shared a heated kiss as she made small movements over him. But when the kiss ended, she pushed against his chest. “Settle in, baby, and enjoy the ride.”

Amused, Jonah obeyed, dropping back onto his elbows. He visually devoured her breasts, the muscles of her stomach, dropping down to watch himself disappear into her tight heat as she moved up and down over him. Slowly at first, her hands resting on his chest, then her cadence increased; their breaths matching, their pulses already storming forth. She paused occasionally, grinding in and swiveling her hips, nearly causing him to lose control. He wanted to flip her over and drive into her; watch her fall apart beneath him.

But he controlled his urge to do so. Because watching her attempt to dominate him was fucking adorable and hot. She trembled, gasping for air, her fingernails digging into his chest, her walls squeezing him.

He fell onto his back and grasped her thighs when she reached between them and gripped the base of his cock as she rode him. He bucked up against her and she—breathlessly, laughingly—chided him. Falling over him, she let her breasts tickle him as she rode, swooping in once to kiss him. His hands came up to pinch, to grasp, to caress. She arched against them, appreciating the attention.

As she increased her speed, he transferred his grip to her waist, digging in, assisting her, slamming her on top of him. His jaw tensed. “Ah, fuck me.”

Elliott chuckled, echoing his words, “Doing my best.”

Rearing back, drawing one of his hands with her, she placed it on her breast. He needed no encouragement to grasp, to pinch hard. She moaned, riding him harder, her hand clasped over his at her breast, her other braced against his chest. “Jonah,” she gasped out.

Watching her intently, he asked, “What do you need?”

“Rope.”

He startled. “What?”

Elliott blinked down at him, her expression looking just as shocked. But it was quickly forgotten as she sucked in air, tensing over him. Fingernails claiming his flesh, she exploded.She arched against him, her body strung taut for a split second before the waves of orgasm struck, and she writhed atop him, her body’s movements, her convulsing muscles sucking and pulling at him.

Grinding his teeth, riding out her orgasm, he continued to thrust upward to prolong it. He sought her clit, massaging her to a head-thrown-back grinding climax. As she started to fall against him, spent, he jackknifed, spilling into her. She draped herself across him, her thighs still shaking as she remained straddled over him. They held on to one another as they caught their breath, as their heart rates fought to return to normal and their bodies gradually calmed from the small jolts of electricity that continued to run through them.

Jonah turned his head and kissed her moist temple as he ran his hand down her back to her ass, giving her a small squeeze. He loved her ass, loved slapping it. He loved everything about the pleasure their bodies gave each other.

Elliott said, her breath soft against his neck, “I really like your cock, Jonah.”

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