“I will never be able to forget how you look right now, wearing these tiny panties and squirming on my bed from my touch. You’re a fucking vision, Ryann.”
That was the only warning I got before he slid the panties to the side and touched me, skin to skin. He slid one finger inside me in a slow stroke. Then he added another, and I fisted his sheets in my hands, needing more of him. More of everything.
“You’re so tight, damn,” he said, his voice strained and desperate. He kneeled at the end of the bed, staring between my thighs as he increased his tempo with his fingers. “When I stroke myself, I imagine this. How warm you are, how your body moves right before you come. I can feel you tightening around me. It’s so hot, Ry.”
Every part of my body tuned into him, his touch, and the way he stared at me. My heart hammered in my chest, and each breath got heavier as he thrusted his fingers in and out, his warm breath hitting my thighs.
Sweat beaded on my face as my muscles tensed. Release was so close. So damn close. I arched my back, begging. “Please, Jonah.”
He kept his pace of in and out, using his thumb to put the necessary pressure on my clit, and when he reached his free hand to pinch my nipple, I lost it. I slammed my eyes shut as the strongest, most intense orgasm I ever had ripped through me. My legs shook, my body trembled, and I screamed. Jonah never stopped touching me. Even after I caught my breath, he was positioned over me, claiming my mouth with his.
Strong confident strokes of his tongue made me forget why this was ever a bad idea. He rolled us over so I was on top of him, his chest moving as fast as mine, and I groaned into his mouth, needing to see him lose control.
He gripped my jaw with one hand, the pressure making him hotter with the frenzied look in his eyes. “I lied. Seeing you come from my hands is what I’ll think about now.”
I shuddered and dug my nails into his chest. “My turn.”
“Hmm?”
“You got an image for your spank bank. I get mine now.” I licked my lips and sat up, not caring that I was naked and he still wore shorts. His body was a work of art, and I traced the lines of his muscles, getting drunk from how he trembled at my touch. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes.”
I outlined his nipple, bending down to lick his sweat covered skin. He tasted salty, but it was hot. All of his strength was earned from devotion, and I dragged my hands over his pecs, his biceps, all while I bit down on his abs. “God, I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw them.”
“When did you see my stomach?”
“You raised your arms once and stretched.” I laughed and scooted down his legs so I could slip a finger into his shorts. He stilled when I teased the waistband. “One of the sexiest things about you, Jonah,” I said, stopping when his eyes grew hotter. “Is your dedication to your body. It is divine.”
He shook when I slid his shorts off his legs. I quickly got up to remove his boxers, and soon enough, I finally got to see all of him—his impressive cock, his hard, strong thighs. Seeing him turned on like this made me feel high.
I wrapped my fingers along the length of him, pumping a few times before he bolted from the bed and picked me up, slamming my back against his bedroom wall. “Whoa,” I said before he kissed the hell out of me. This kiss was hard and hurt, but fuck, it was so good. He bit down, sucking my tongue to the point it stung, but I bit back. My legs wrapped around him, his bare cock rubbing between my thighs, and I wanted to feel him. All of him.
He had his own agenda though. He moved my arms above my head, holding them there as he stared at my mouth with a soundlessfuckleaving his lips. “I need to be inside you.”
“I need you there too. Get a condom.” I squirmed, so wet and ready for him. I wanted to see him lose control.
He stilled and closed his eyes for a second before he reached over onto his bookshelf and grabbed a small box. He ripped open the foil packet with his teeth, tossed the wrapper onto the ground, and used his free hand to slide it on. The fire hadn’t dimmed in his eyes, but his words were soft. “You’re sure?”
I nodded.
“I need to hear you say it, Ry.”
“I’m sure, please,” I begged, arching my hips closer to him and that did it. He snapped.
He slid into me with the loudest, sexiest groan, and the back of my head slammed into the wall from the force. Oh, damn, he felt amazing. He was big and stretched me, but it was a good feeling. The best kind. He waited a beat, letting me adjust before he slowly started to move into me. He alternated between kissing me and thrusting, and after the initial sting went away, it morphed into absolute pleasure.
My body heated as he pounded into me, and his hold on my hands tightened as he went faster. He claimed my mouth again. This was a soul-snatching type of kiss, one that I felt all the way to my toes because my theory was correct.
Jonah approachedeverythingwith the same focus and intensity as he did with hockey.
“Fuck, Ryann,” he moaned into my mouth, releasing my hands and digging his fingers into my ass hard. “Your body…” he trailed off, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “I need more,” he said, before moving us from the wall to his bed.
He lifted one leg up so my knee was at his chest, and he continued to move in and out of me at a slow pace that made my legs quiver and my skin tingle. The position prevented us from kissing again, but his stare was more intense. His jaw tightened as he groaned, his grip on my leg almost too much. “You’re beautiful, my god.”
My heart raced at his words, and I arched my hips so it provided the right pressure. He looked down and used his free hand to hold me in that position, rolling his hips even slower. I bit my lip to prevent a scream.
“You coming again for me?” he asked, his grin wide and wild. “Do it. I want to feel what it’s like inside you.”
