Kenzie
This was more than awkward as we sat there, and I wanted to rail at him for touching me, but the truth was that it felt nice. Most of the men I’d been with since him had been so different. I tended to control things when with them, while Jonas flipped the script. After he’d hurt me, I had wondered if I would ever have sex with anyone again. I was pregnant, so that helped, but after Tori was born, I realized I might be weary, but I wasn’t dead. He’d awakened urges inside of me that would no longer stay silent. The first man after him had nearly ended in disaster. I had been comparing the two, until I realized how crazy that was. Once I separated my past from my present, I began to enjoy the things my body ached for, including Jonas’s mouth as it skimmed the inside of my thigh.
I was literally feeling the heat, and not just the kind one would expect to find in a sauna. His touch set my body ablaze, which was why when he used his hands to raise the towel higher, I didn’t even offer an ounce of protest. I should’ve, but I’d had trouble getting last night out of my head.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I told him when he lapped at my salty skin with his tongue.
“We’re two consenting adults, Kenzie,” he pointed out, just as he shifted his body so that he was now kneeling in front of me.
I knew what he was planning, but did nothing to stop him from undoing the knot in my towel and opening it. I was on full display, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened as he drank the sight of my naked body in. He spread my thighs wider, and when a small bit of common sense came back, I clamped them closed.
He grinned, as if my sudden shyness was all a game. Of course, it was to him. I knew how completely he’d nearly destroyed me the last time, yet my core ached to feel him inside. We stayed still for a few seconds, staring directly into each other’s eyes, until he reached around me and drew me in close. His mouth touched mine just as it’d done last night. And, as I also did. I offered no resistance to him.
His lips were fused to mine and when he thrust his tongue inside, I wrapped my hands around his neck and held him there as I fought for some shred of control. It was all fading as I surrendered to him. He must’ve realized when I did because I felt him insert two fingers inside of me. I should’ve pushed him off, but the truth was that it felt too damn good.
An urgent need inside of me built, but he kept the flames controlled by the slow and leisurely way he caressed my inner walls with those long digits. His kiss was more desperate, however, and a direct contradiction to his other actions. That kiss matched the intensity inside me, and when he added a third and fourth finger, I nearly came. Leave it to Jonas to know exactly where my spot was located, and waste no time getting there. Others in the past struggled mightily when it came to things such as that. Jonas had no problem whatsoever, and I knew why. Forcing those reasons out of my head, I focused on the pleasure he was wringing from me. Once he started to rub it firmly under his fingers, I couldn’t help but whimper against his lips. I needed to be fucked so badly, and my own hand or any toy I owned wouldn’t do the job.
God, how I hated this man, yet wanted to fuck him something fierce. Jonas stroked that spot and it wasn’t long before my entire body tensed as I came. It was such a subdued orgasm, and I needed more. He pulled away and the flames in his own gaze matched the color of his hair. I gripped his head, pulling at the shorter strands as he said nothing. He just lowered his head, and I cried out the moment his tongue touched me.
Just like last night, anyone could walk in, but I didn’t care. When he thrust his tongue inside of me, I cried out his name.
It brought me briefly back to our high school days when I had no idea of the ugliness the world possessed, or the pleasure his actions would bring. Focusing on the latter, my head lolled from side to side as his tongue was replaced once more with his fingers, and he latched on to my clit. It’d been a while since I’d had sex, and even longer since I felt a man’s mouth on this part of me. Jonas was once attentive and patient, whereas now, he was showing me just how much he wanted me, and we both needed the same thing.
He ate me voraciously, and it wasn’t long before I was coming for him once more. This time, he increased the speed of his fingers until a smaller, albeit less intense, orgasm ripped through me. I was panting heavily at this point, and when he finally moved away, there was nothing I could say that would be witty or even put the ball back in my court. In the game we were playing, he had taken this round. Or had he?
Jonas stood up and once he did, I tugged at his towel until it fell free from his body. Seeing his cock as it bobbed against his toned abdomen, I was briefly reminded of my thoughts the first time I had seen him naked. I had wondered if it would fit, and I quickly learned that it did so perfectly.
“You have learned a few things with your tongue,” I finally remarked, and it earned a grin from him.
He grabbed his cock and my mouth watered to taste him. I was about to reach out and take what I wanted, but he fisted a handful of my hair and pulled me close before I could. “I’ve been waiting since the night we reunited to feel your hot mouth on me. Suck it,” he told me as he brought it to my lips.
I finally reached out and swatted his hands away. My tongue darted over my lips and I traced the head of his cock. I could see him shift on his feet and knowing I would need to move lower to fully suck him inside, I moved into position. Jonas offered no protest, and his groan the second my mouth covered his head made me inwardly beam.
I teased him momentarily, before I licked him from base to tip over and over, then used my clammy hand to get him even harder. It was like silk on iron. He was so fucking big. I then took him back inside of my mouth and proceeded to show him every little trick I had learned with my tongue, and it wasn’t long before he growled out my name, and rewarded me with his seed. He came so hard, and I was held nearly immobile as he gripped my hair. I wrung every drop from him, and when finished, I gleamed victoriously up at him. As soon as our gazes met, he used my hair to yank me up to my feet. The sharp bite of pain only echoed the one in my core that would never be alleviated until every inch of him was inside of me.
Our mouths hovered just inches away from each other’s and something struck me. “Condoms. Do you have one?”
He hadn’t worn them the first night, and naively, I hadn’t cared. I did now, however, and I couldn’t let another lapse in judgment result in something so beautiful yet equally heartbreaking at the same time.
“Fuck,” he cursed. He released me from his grip, then turned to pace. “I have some in my room.”
“Of course, you do,” I replied, then grabbed one of my towels from earlier and wrapped it around me.
“Unless,” he said, then stopped short.
“There is no unless,” I quickly responded. “I won’t have unprotected sex with you, or anyone else.”
“I don’t usually do that, either,” he replied flippantly. I watched as he scrubbed his hands down his face, then finally, he turned to me. “We can take the service elevator upstairs to my room.”
It had taken him no time to come up with a solution, and I was sure this service elevator that he spoke of would get much use in this hotel, and it likely did in all of his other locations. In the last few days, I had researched everything I could about him and his company. If only I had done the same before applying for this competition, I would’ve never shown up. I would also not be about to take his extended hand and follow him to his lair, either.
He grabbed a towel as I did take what he extended, and the two of us slipped out of the sauna. No one was out and about so we were able to make it to the elevator. He pinned me against the wall after hitting his floor key, and kept me distracted with that wicked mouth and fingers of his. By the time we made it to the room, I was close to coming again.
He was either as desperate as I was or he knew, because he went right for the box of condoms and had one on in record time. I was then picked up and dropped onto the bed. His entire weight came down on me, but I was able to spread my legs, anyway. He settled between them, and I gasped when he thrust all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion.
“Fuck,” I cried out, then my voice was drowned out by my whimpered mewling as he began driving into me hard and fast. This was exactly what I had needed, and I clung to him as if he was my lifeline. I knew the protection he offered was nill, yet I still let him sweep me farther away from relative safety. His hands moved to my breasts, and he pinched, squeezed, and massaged them while slamming into me, his large cock hitting my back wall with each thrust. I was so close, and a few seconds later, my entire body seized up. “I’m coming,” I moaned, seconds before I shattered.
He lowered his chest over me, the angle of penetration now different enough to trigger another. He buried his head between my neck and shoulder, and shortly after, he came as well. He then released what sounded like an arrogant chuckle, but I was too exhausted over the multiple orgasms to care. I closed my eyes and waited until he pulled out to reopen them. Once I did, I saw him discard the used condom and grab another foil packet. My eyes widened, and he smirked. As he’d done our only other night together, I knew he intended to fuck me as many times as he could.
I should’ve protested, but when he rolled me onto my belly, my body betrayed me. It wasn’t long before he was pushing into me from behind. He weaved his hands back into my hair and pulled it like I knew he liked to do. I lifted my ass and let him fuck me to another couple of orgasms before he found his own release. I’d always wondered if he had truly experienced pleasure with me that first night, seeing as I was so inexperienced, but I harbored no thoughts about that this time. He was as equally sated by me, as I was by him. There was no question to be asked, or even internally debated. The only one that remained was who’d be the one to walk away first this time. Remembering our prom night, I needed to make sure it was me.
I lay there for a while, pretending to sleep. When his entire body relaxed, I looked over at Jonas in his light state of slumber, and I knew all I would have to do was touch his cock and he’d likely reawaken. I slowly and deliberately slipped out of bed, found a shirt of his, then did the walk of shame back to my room. Reece was sound asleep when I stepped inside, so I quickly slipped into bed and closed my eyes. This time, I remembered the two of us how we now were, and the memories would hopefully not hurt me as much ten years later.