Page 14 of Wrapped Up In You
The look in his eyes said there was a fire beneath his as well.
Surprising us both, I pulled him into a hug. I’d meant to kiss him, lick him, maybe grab his dick and stroke. But suddenly, I’d found myself wanting to hold him. To feel his chest pressed to mine, our hearts racing against each other as if they could beat out a language only meant to be understood by the other.
We were of a similar height, so our chins rested comfortably on the other’s shoulders as we held each other closely. My eyes burned with emotion, and so I slammed them shut, even as I breathed in his scent and savored the feel of him in my arms.
Fuck.This wasn’t supposed to be aboutfeelings. This was supposed to be a bit of fun while we blew off some steam. A way to pass the time while stranded in the wilderness. But fuck if I could remember the last time someone had held me.
I didn’t want to let go.
And for that reason, I deliberately pulled back. “Get on the bed,” I said gruffly, hoping Jonathan would mistake it for desire rather than whatever the fuck this emotion was.
“How do you want me?”
Was there a sexier question in the universe?
“On your back.”
I watched as he climbed onto the bed, his lithe body moving into position as requested.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, do you know that?”
I climbed on the bed, crawling up his body until I straddled his waist, my ass resting just above his cock. The feel of his erection nestled in my crack was almost too much of a temptation to resist. I wanted nothing more than to impale myself on his beautiful dick, but we hadn’t talked about topping and bottoming, and I had a feeling that conversation might scare him away.
Instead, I leaned forward and kissed him, this time claiming his mouth with every bit of lust in my body. It was dirty and raw andneedy, and he returned it with every bit as much enthusiasm until I realized that if I didn’t pull back, we were going to end up in a frotting situation that was going to end much more quickly than I wanted.
I enjoyed frotting as much as the next guy, but I wanted this to be abouthim,and I wanted to use my mouth.
He chased the kiss as I pulled away as if he didn’t ever want it to end, but as I trailed my lips down the scruff of his jaw and nibbled at his ear, he arched his head back and whimpered. I groaned as I nibbled and sucked, loving his responsiveness.
I was willing to bet sex with Rebecca had been a performative act. One in which he held himself carefully in control until the moment they both came. And I was also willing to bet that even then, at the height of orgasm, he’d restrained himself to nothing more than a grunt or two.
That simply wouldn’t do. I wanted to tear down his carefully built walls bit by bit until he was a screaming, writhing mess beneath me.
I wanted to wreck him.
Abandoning his ear, I continued my exploration down his body using my tongue and my teeth, occasionally pausing to suck a bit of his skin until I arrived at one dusky nipple.
He hissed as I licked a wide stripe across it with the flat of my tongue, then blew a tiny stream of air over it, and I watched as the little bud tightened until it was hard enough to cut glass. I flicked it again with my tongue before sliding over to the other side and repeating the action.
“Jesus-mother-fucking-Christ,” came out of his mouth on a groan as his hips bucked up, his ass nearly leaving the mattress, as his cock desperately tried to find some friction.
“So dirty. And on Christmas Eve, no less,” I teased before returning my lips to his body, following his happy trail down his abdomen to where a string of precum stretched from his dick to his belly. He was leaking like crazy.
“If you don’t get on with it, I’m going to…ungh.”
I took him all the way to the back of my throat, swallowing around his length, then applying suction as I slowly pulled back off him.
“What was that? You’re going to do what, exactly?”
He lifted his head and glared at me. He was trying to look menacing, and I’m sure it worked on his employees, but I merely found it adorable. He was all bark and no bite. Grinning, I decided to put him out of his misery.
I licked down his shaft again, this time continuing farther down to mouth his balls. “Up,” I said and tapped his knees, signaling him to pull them back for me.
“What?” His voice held a tinge of alarm.
“Pull your knees back. Let me see that pretty hole.”
His legs did quite the opposite, squeezing my shoulders where I was nestled between them. “You want to look at my asshole?” The tone of his voice and the look on his face—he was so affronted by this idea that I let out a sharp burst of laughter.
