“Is this because of Lexi?” I heard a familiar voice ask over the phone and at his voice, I froze.
Dylan was on the line.
My thighs clenched shut before Jonah forced them back open with a growl of his own. As though I’d deniedhim, instead of myself the pleasure.
Jonah’s hand pressed down on my stomach, as though he wanted to stop me from getting up at the sound of Dylan’s voice. He unmuted the phone before he added a second finger in me, his breath on my swollen clit.
Oh God. I didn’t know if I could take this anymore. Being finger fucked and eaten out by Jonah while he also told off Dylan?
God, take me now.
His fingers were still inside me, moving deftly as I uttered a helpless groan. I couldn’t do anything about this situation, and perhaps… the only thing left for me to do was to just take it.
To enjoy it, like Jonah wanted me to.
So I moved my hips, trying to get him to touch methere, wishing this stupid blouse wasn’t in my mouth and that I could scream at him to hurry up. Or beg for a third finger.
Whichever.
“It’s because of how you harassed one of my employees in the lobby, yes,” Jonah gritted out before swiping his tongue over my wet slit. Oh God. Hearing Jonah tell Dylan off before eating me out was hot beyond my imagination. I was wetter and hotter than I’d ever been in my life.
“Where is she?” I heard Dylan bark while Jonah kept lapping at me steadily, his fingers thrusting faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “I haven’t been able to reach her all day.”
“She’s busy,” Jonah said, while he slowed down, much to my dismay and licked my clit lazily, swirling his tongue over my sensitive bud. Oh, there was no chance in hell I was going to stop Jonah now. Instead, I relaxed into his touch, letting my legs fall gently to the sides, and letting out a soft sigh. Jonah had orchestrated this…
“But even if she weren’t, she wouldn’t give you the time of day,” Jonah said, lifting his head only a little, while I feel the urge to moan. This was pure torture… the pleasure he was driving me to and the knowledge of him telling Dylan off at the same time…
“Why?” Dylan challenged. “And how do you know all this?”
Jonah chuckled. “Let’s just say she shares things with me that she hasn’t ever shared with you,” Jonah said, licking my pussy. Oh God. I was close to coming, and Jonah’s grip hardened on my hips, pinning me down firmly.
I was breathing faster now, while Jonah carried on talking to my ex, telling him off with a cold manner that completely defied the passion he was driving me to.
Jonah lazily twirled his tongue on my throbbing clit and my back arched on the hard table. My mouth sagged open, and the balled up blouse fell out just as a moan tore from my lips.
Dylan paused mid-sentence. “What was that?” he asked just before Jonah muted the call on his end before his hand slipped up from my hips to my mouth. The grip of his fingers was mild, but I knew this for what it was. Stay silent.
I nodded, and Jonah stuffed my blouse back into my mouth, before unmuting the call. I wanted to sit up, but Jonah’s hand moved back down to my waist. His grip was strong, his head dipping back down between my thighs, and I was closer to deliriousness again with every commanding, authoritative flick of his tongue.
Oh god. I’d been brought to orgasm two times already today, and I was on the brink of my third, and what promised to be wildest.
“Remember this, Dylan. Lexi and you are over.”
I felt dazed, my only focus on moving my hips so that I could finish this, bucking against his mouth to speed things up. But Jonah’s tongue, which always knew how to bring me to orgasm in minutes, was taking its own sweet time today, licking and sucking. Punishing me by drawing it out.
As though he wanted to take his anger out on meandDylan.
“As my employee,” Jonah gritted out, raising his head. “Lexi belongs to me now.”
I whimpered, before forcing myself to focus on my breath, on something in the room that would help me get through this silently. I was close to gagging, and while I scanned the room desperately, I found a reflection of us in the rectangular metal light fixture up top.
I could see the wavy dark blond hair of Jonah’s head, and my pale legs spread over his shoulders. My nipples were pebbled, and my skin glistening, and my hair fanning out around me.
Jonah lifted his head for a torturous moment, before coming back down on me. “Never forget that, Dylan.”
In a few frantic flicks of his tongue, I came, the ball of pressure that had built up in me exploding, as waves of pressure rolled off me.
I lay on the desk, my body tired and limp, while my pulse pounded in my ears. I felt relaxed and blissful like never before. This was the best thing I’d ever have done to me.
