Page 56 of Strictly Against Policy

“Like how I will feel?” I asked.

Jonathan smirked. The hand he still had on my hip moved, fingers sliding down to the hem of my dress. “Lina, there’s nothing compared to your tight, wet little cunt. May I?”

“Yes.”

With a fast pump of his length, his other hand slipped under my dress and straight to my panty-covered entrance. His name ripped out of me in a breathless moan. “Jonathan.”

“So wet,” he heaved. “So fucking wet.”

His abdominal muscles tightened gracefully with every rough pump, his fingers slipping and sliding over my slit.

“Are you enjoying the show?” he asked, breathless.

His finger danced his way from my slit to my apex. When he flicked my clitoris, I almost toppled over him with a whimper. “Yes. Every moment of it.”

Our shallow, ragged breaths ghosted one another’s faces as he pumped himself and palmed me for another second. Without any hesitation, he pulled his fingers from me to take hold of one of my hands and wrapped it around his neck.

“Choke me and watch me come for you.” He writhed under me as his hand continued to guide me where to apply pressure. His face twisted into a tight knot, his chest heaving. “Lina, look at what you do to me⁠—”

The jerk of his hand over his sex became quicker and more violent. I did as he commanded without hesitation. I applied pressure exactly as he showed me along the sides of his windpipe. His body tensed. Suddenly, blazing streams of milky release erupted from him, spurting all over my black dress.

Jonathan’s groan echoed as I released him. In our dark, tiny corner of the world, his eyes rolled behind his eyes in euphoria as more came out with his continuous pumps. He eventually collapsed in his seat once he was spent.

Our breaths worked in unison, rough and uneven for a long second. The fog in his eyes lifted as a gleam in them winked at me.

“Your turn,” he stated. “Turn around and sit your ass in my lap.”

I obeyed his demand, albeit clumsily; I struggled to be graceful in our limited space. Jonathan took no notice of it. He groaned impatiently when I was too slow to take my seat.

His arm roped around my waist and yanked me against him. My bare back pressed against his searing, naked chest. The temperature of my body skyrocketed, and sweat began to bead over my skin. Still, his hands stayed politely on my thighs, rubbing circles into my skin with his thumbs to relax me.

“I want to touch you. Would that be alright?” he asked. I looked at him—at the raw tenderness in his eyes. “You are allowed to say no, Lina. Say the word, and I’ll stop. I’ll clean you up, take you home, and make sure you’re good before I leave.”

My hand enclosed around his and brought his fingers up to push back my dress. That simple movement exposed the brand-new black lace panties I wore to the humid, damp air of the car. His breath shuddered in my ear when I guided him under the waistband of my soaked lingerie.

I pushed his fingertips where my sex was throbbing as I brushed my lips against his ear with a light rasp. “Teach me, Professor Lo.”

CHAPTER 26

Jonathan

My cock twitched.

Blood pumped faster through my veins at those words. I smirked, pulling away to look into her dark eyes.

“Professor, huh?” I asked.

She pressed my hand harder into her clit, which pulsated against my fingers. The sexy whine she exhaled made all the blood in my body rush straight to my already hardening cock. For a moment, my head became light as the urge to plunge my fingers into her intensified. But the logical side of me pressed on.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed into doing anything . . . Or to perform in the heat of the moment.”

The hand she had clasped around mine released. In a slow motion, she brought her fingers to my face. She traced along my jaw up to my lips in a light, wispy touch. I sighed against the tip of her index finger before pulling it into my mouth, sucking and biting my way through her whine.

“I’m not the one performing anything. I’m the one sitting back, and you’re the one showing me what you can do to me, sir.”

I rubbed circles into her hard, little clit as a response. Lina threw her head into my shoulder, whimpering.

“Like that?” I crooned.