“Goddamn,” he muttered as his hands slid up her sides, lighting her nerves on fire and drawing a gasp from her lips. He bent forward and pressed his lips to the base of her throat, then began trailing open-mouthed kisses over her collar bone and down toward her breasts. He teased her skin with his tongue every few seconds, until he reached her cleavage and licked down between her breasts. Then he promptly buried his nose there and reached up to hold her bra-covered boobs in both hands.
Jenna flushed even as another pulse of arousal shot through her.
Jon let out a groan and lifted off her chest, his calloused hands dragging back down her body. He went straight for the snap on her jeans as his eyes locked with hers. “Am I gonna find you wet for me, baby?” He dipped his fingers beneath the waistband of both her pants and panties and swept his hands out to her hips. “Is your pretty pussy aching for some attention?”
Jenna gasped out a breath. “Yes.” It was surreal, even laughable, to think their idea of dirty talk had once been limited to describing sex as ‘fucking’ and use of the word ‘dick.’ But she would do her laughing later, when she wasn’t about to combust. She raised her hips when he tugged and he only moved away long enough to pull her pants entirely off her legs.
She thought she caught a glimpse of colored ink on his back when he twisted partly around to toss the material aside.
Then he was leaning over her again, hands hot on her bare thighs, the metal of his tags cool on her chest as he kissed her. Her arms came around his shoulders, her fingers digging into his taut skin while their tongues slid together. He reached lower, setting her left foot on the floor and raising her right leg up until her body slid down the couch a bit to accommodate. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and bit down just firmly enough to make her whimper, and then he retreated.
Jenna sucked in a shaky breath, only then realizing he’d rested her leg on the back of the sofa. She managed to turn a deeper shade of red with the resulting understanding of how splayed open she was, and she automatically moved to push upright.
Jon laid a palm on her abdomen and pressed down. “You’re not getting off this couch until you’ve had at least one orgasm.” He leaned in and kissed her stomach, and his hands moved again to her hips as his mouth trailed lower.
Her breath faltered.Is he…?She hadn’t exactly kept herself waxed.
Jon let out a low groan and ran a finger up her slit. “Fuck me. Your pretty pussy’s soaked.” He rolled his thumb over her clit and her eyes threatened to roll back in her head. “Just relax, baby,” he said, pausing to press a kiss to her inner thigh. “Let me take care of you.”
She had a single second to wonder if she was supposed to respond to that, and what she might say, before Jon dropped his whole damn face between her legs and started licking. He moved his hands to her thighs, holding her open, and all she could do was fall back against the arm of the sofa and take it.
He was everywhere, licking and sucking, making shameless lewd noises as a toe-curling pleasure built higher and higher inside her. His tongue swirled around her clit, then swept down and dove inside her, curling up against her inner walls. When he withdrew, making his way again up toward her clit, he releasedone leg and plunged two fingers into her aching core. He pumped his fingers and Jenna clawed at the couch beneath her, her hips undulating against his face.
She was so close.
Then he took her clit in his mouth again, sucking and licking at the same time as his fingers pressed against her. And she exploded.
Her vision went white and she lost time until she was slumping into the couch again, breathless and tingly in the best of ways.
“Goddamn,” Jon groaned, a wet smacking sound emphasizing his exclamation. He leaned over her as she blinked her vision clear. “You’re fucking delicious, baby,” he murmured against her lips. Then he plunged his tongue back into her mouth, kissing her the way he’d tongue-fucked her.
She tasted herself on him, and the idea of it sparked a fresh heat in her blood. Her arms curled around his torso. “Jon,” she mumbled, barely breaking the kiss. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back. “I need you. Please.”
He groaned again and broke the kiss, pushing up and out of her reach. “I’m not fucking you on the couch, Jen. Not tonight.”
Her brows pulled together. Surely, he wasn’t retreatingnow, after all that?
As if reading her mind, he chuckled, gently pulled her raised leg down to the cushions, and stood. “Get that sweet ass up, lose the bra, and let’s take this to the bedroom.”
Chapter seventeen
Dreams & Consequences
An unexpected excitement roaredthrough her veins, mixing with and enhancing the raw lust, as Jenna led Jon through her apartment. Naked.
They’d given their bodies to each other as teens, sure, but they’d never been so bold about it back then. She’d usually had to be quiet, most of the time the lights were off or they were somewhere naturally dark, and they were rushed. The sense of urgency had probably been half hormonal desperation and halffear of getting caught, fear of being stopped before they finished, but it had been there all the same. That had been fun in its own way.
But it didn’t compare to the freedom of moving openly, calmly, and being unafraid to turn on the lights. Though Jenna likely wouldn’t have on her own.
Jon was obviously otherwise inclined, because that was the first thing he did when they entered her room. Light from the overhead fixture flooded the space, exposing everything that was already technically out in the open. Jenna pulled her lip between her teeth, well aware that she’d put on pounds over the years.
Jon raked his eyes over her and reached for the button on his jeans. “You might want to pull the comforter down.”
She blinked once, then fought the urge to smack herself on the forehead and hurried to yank her top blankets down and out of the way. While her back was turned, she heard two soft but distinct thuds, like shoes hitting the floor. When she looked back, Jon had crossed the room and was setting his pistol on the side table. His boots were on the floor near where he’d been, and his pants were barely hanging on to his hips.
She took all of that in in a brief second before her stare became fixed on the large, colored tattoo that spread across his back. Centered on his spine and low enough that only the high points stretched over his actual shoulder blades was a fierce yet beautiful interpretation of the Marine Corps logo. A large, full-colored eagle was perched on top of Earth, wings spread up and leaning forward. The globe of Earth was tinted in subtler colors, as if to not distract. And piercing through it at an angle was a large, scarlet and gold toned anchor. The anchor and the eagle were clearly the emphatic elements of the design, though not so much that the planet in the center was lost.
She was still staring when Jon turned back around and hooked his thumbs into his waistband.
