Page 44 of Hard to Forgive

He just had to rain on our parade, didn’t he?

“Can we just enjoy this victory?”

“We can enjoy it, but I don’t think it really counts as a victory. We can call it a victory—”

I couldn’t take it. He really needed to stop bringing down this monumental moment. So I did the only thing I could think of to shut him up; I kissed him.

My lips met his, and his reaction was immediate. He opened his mouth for my tongue, and let me pull him closer. He straddled my lap as we kissed, and I could feel my body reacting to him immediately. My hands moved to his hips and guided him to grind against me, guided him into a rhythm that caused sparks to shoot through my body. Jonas moaned quietly into my mouth as his hips moved against me, and all I wanted wasmore.

I wanted more of this delicious friction. I wanted more of the sinful sounds he was making. I wanted more of his hands on my body, and I wanted to touch more of him.

I lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. His lips rejoined mine immediately. Instead of going back to his hips, I ran my hands down his bare chest. My thumbs brushed his nipples, and he ground down harder.

“More,” he breathed against my lips. “Need more.”

I pulled away and rested my forehead against his. “More what?”

“Don’t know. Just more.”

I grinned as I leaned back against the couch. “Do you want my hand?” I asked as I moved my hand down his body, ghosting over the hem of his jeans. He sucked in a gulp of breath. “Or my mouth?” I asked as I mouthed down his neck and bit at his clavicle. “Or do you want my cock?” I thrust up against him. The sudden change in friction pulled a deep moan from him. “My tongue on your hole?” I licked up his neck. I pulled away, studying the way his eyes were practically black with lust. I loved the way he looked in that moment, needy and desperate for whatever I gave him. “You gotta tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

He nodded. “Mouth. Tongue.”

“Which one?”

He groaned. It was so strange, how decisive he was when it came to our designs but how he couldn’t decide what he wanted now. “Both. All of it. Any of it. Please.”

I supposed it would have to do, since he said please so nicely. I pushed his shoulder lightly, and he moved off of my lap to sit beside me. His erection strained the limits of his jeans, and I wanted to free it, get my mouth all over it. But this wasn’t the right place, not when he asked for my mouth and my tongue both.

If I was going to do everything I wanted to do to him, we would need more space. I needed to be able to move him around like a rag doll, position him to the best angles, and I knew from our other hookups, he wanted that too. I stood up and reached my hand out to him. He took it and allowed me to lead him back to my bedroom. As soon as we stepped over the threshold, I pulled him in for a kiss, kicking the door shut behind us. I walked him backward to my bed and pushed him down. “Get undressed,” I demanded.

He nodded and quickly shed his pants and boxers. I was practically drooling as I looked down at him, laying spread eagle on my bed like an all you could eat buffet. His cock stood tall and proud, tempting me. I couldn’t wait to make him squirm, to taste him as he exploded in my mouth. Or maybe over my hand. I hadn’t decided yet. I just knew I wanted to taste him.

Maybe I could get drunk enough on the taste of him that I forgot everything that Mariah and I had talked about. Maybe it would cancel out everything, my feelings for him, all of it. Or maybe I was just horny and I didn’t actually have feelings for him. That would be so much more convenient.

“Are you just going to stare at me all night?” Jonas asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

“I might,” I purred. “Because you look fucking hot as hell on my bed.”

He rolled his eyes and shifted, moving his hand to stroke his shaft slowly. I watched the movements of his hand hungrily. One day, maybe I’d watch him jack off. Hell, maybe one day I’d have him open himself up for me. I could imagine it now, the way he’d moan around his own fingers while I sat to the side, instructing him and savoring the view. Fuck, I wondered if he’d be interested in something like that, because it was the kind of mental image that made my dick ache.

He noticed me watching and bent his knees up onto the bed, giving me a better view as he ran his thumb over the head of his cock, collecting the bead of precum that formed there before sucking it off. Yeah, I did not have the self-control for this, not when I knew how much he wanted my mouth and tongue. Almost as much as I wanted to taste him.

I climbed onto the bed with him, positioning myself between his legs. I wrapped my hand around his and guided the way he stroked his cock, still slow and steady at first, then speeding up. His hips moved as he fucked into our hands. Fuck, that was hot. It was hotter when I licked his base. He let out a keening sound that made my knees weak. He was so fucking vocal, and it was so hot.

I sucked one of his balls into my mouth and was rewarded with another one of those noises. I wanted to learn each and every one of those sounds, which was not something unexpected after learning who he was. I pushed the thought out of my mind. I needed more of his noises to silence my thoughts, needed the sounds of pleasure I was drawing from him to be the only sound I could hear.

I let go of his dick and pushed at his legs, bending him in half and giving me better access to what I wanted: his hole. I ran my tongue over it and was immediately rewarded with anotherone of his moans. “You like that?” I asked him, my warm breath ghosting over his pucker.

“Yeah,” he moaned.

“Do you want more?” I asked. I wanted to hear him as needy as he’d been in the living room. I wanted to hear him as needy as he’d been in his bathroom.

“Please,” he pleaded.

I rewarded him by licking another stripe over his hole before spreading his cheeks and sucking at his rim. One of his hands tangled in my hair, pulling tight. I moaned against his hole, because damn if I didn’t like the way he gripped at my hair. And then, I began eating him out. I licked and sucked at his hole before pushing my tongue past the tight ring of muscle, tasting him. I fucked him with my tongue as I jacked him. He moved his hips up into my hand and then back onto my tongue, seeking his pleasure.

I wondered if I could get him to cum this way.

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