Drawn Together
Page 37

He moved to her, reaching out to caress a hand over her hair, stopping to tip her chin up so he could brush his lips over her mouth. “So pretty. How can I turn down a request from such a beautiful woman?”
He straightened, sliding the head of his c**k against her mouth. The salt of him awakened her senses and she had to clasp her hands tighter to keep from reaching out. He hadn’t told her she could.
She swirled her tongue around the head, smearing that pre-come as she did. He grunted when she took him into her mouth totally, sucking him back as far as she could without losing her balance or doing something undignified like gagging.
He f**ked into her mouth slow and easy for some time. Long enough that the rhythm of it lulled her senses.
Jonah watched her as he clenched his jaw to keep control. He wanted to spin her around and thrust his c**k into that sweet, juicy pu**y. But this was too good to stop. Her compliance, the way she was with her hands clasped, wearing the hoops he’d given her in her ni**les and clitoral hood, the chain against the pale cream of her skin, he wasn’t ready to let that go just yet.
“Yes, yes, like that.”
She’d had her hair up for their dinner out but when they’d danced it had come loose a little, sending tendrils around her face and at the back of her neck. He pulled the pins out, letting it all free, so cool and soft against his hands and wrists. Thick and dark.
He held her head, cradled it between his palms as he began to f**k her face. To press his c**k deep and pull back, watching the slick, dark stalk of his cock, the swell of her lips. The sound was enough, wet around her moans and hums of pleasure.
She got off on this as much as he did. Thank God.
Finally he couldn’t hold it back any longer so he pulled out, letting go. “That’s enough for now. I want you on your back. Hands above your head. Spread your thighs.”
She complied, moving slow. Her expression was dreamy, in direct contrast with the swollen, dark ni**les.
Her scent hung in the air, beating at him.
“You smell good enough to eat.”
He grabbed her ankles, pushing her feet back and her knees up, keeping her open to his gaze and his mouth. She was dark and wet, swollen.
There was no more waiting. He had to take her.
He took a long lick, tugging on the ring with his teeth. She shivered and then moaned.
“You’re so juicy. Do you like this, hmm?”
“God, yes!”
He smiled before he went back to work. Licking, sucking, loving every dip and fold. Her pu**y was as delicious as it was sensitive. He knew she wasn’t far from climax. Felt the tremble in the muscles of her thighs as he sucked her clit slowly and slid two fingers up into her cunt.
He picked up his pace, flicking his tongue against her clit relentlessly, keeping the pressure even until she breathed out his name and came against his lips, her hips rocking to take what she wanted from him.
After she’d stopped trembling, he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
“Hands and knees. I want to f**k you from behind.”
He’d put a condom near when he’d brought the nipple jewelry over, so he got it on quickly as she moved into position. Her back was gorgeous this way, her hair over her face. He’d let her hide for the time being so they could both keep their bearings.
He wanted to roll around in her scent. His hands smelled like her skin. Like coconut and sex and whatever it was that made up Raven.
He aligned his c**k and slid deep in one hard thrust and she groaned so deep in her gut he felt the vibrations of it to his balls.
He grabbed her hips and began. Slowly but surely, stroking into her deeply. Over and over as he drove himself up, back toward the climax she’d nearly toppled him into just minutes before.
The muscles and curve of her hips played against his palms as he held on.
Being with her was totally natural and yet utterly unreal all at the same time. She was so much more than he’d bargained for. Everything.
He pressed in one last time with a snarl as he let himself fall into climax before toppling to the bed, holding her close as he came.
He slid onto a barstool next to his brother.
“I ordered you a scotch.”
Jonah tipped his chin. “I knew there was a reason I kept you around. I haven’t eaten yet; you have time for a bite?” He really wanted to bounce some stuff off Levi, who in addition to being his brother, happened to also be his best friend. He knew anything he said would be kept in confidence.
“Daisy’s got some shindig with Delicious so I would just be eating leftovers of some sort anyway. They have a decent bar menu here.”
They did, and he and his brother ordered food and headed to a booth when one opened up.
“The server was giving you the eye.” Levi lifted his glass. “Still got it, even for an old guy.”
“I f**ked her once. Right after the divorce.”
Levi snorted. “Damn.”
“It was all right. She made a lot of noise, but I don’t think she really meant it.”
“Maybe you need me to show you where everything is?”
Jonah snorted. “I know where everything is. I never felt compelled to call her again. Because as Raven points out, I’m an ass**le.” He laughed.
“She said that?”
“As it happens, she was making a very good point.” He explained it to Levi, who shrugged and nodded.
“She’s pretty smart. But sort of . . . wild. You having a midlife crisis or something?”
“Fuck off. You’re shacked up with a girl nearly half your age.”