CHAPTER 4
I’m making myself a cup of tea in the kitchen. Yesterday, I pressured the guys into getting a decent coffee machine or I would go on a strike. Bring out the pitchforks and storm the fort. Make banners with indecent sayings spray painted on them. Like ‘Caffeine free is no way to be, so please kill me’ and ‘Fill me with good coffee and I’ll go down on my knee’. That last one made Kellan scrunch his face, but they went out and brought me a decent coffee maker with actual beans. And taste. I’ve had five cups of coffee in the last two hours and I’m kind of shaky from all the caffeine. So I’m switching to tea. Because it turns out I can be reasonable and mature and all that jazz. Waiting for the water to boil takes ages though, and I’m leaning with my head on my folded arms on the breakfast bar.
I startle when I feel two hands on my hips. My heart rate spikes when for a moment I think this is a kidnapper coming to take me away, but when I look back in fear, I just see Jonah’s sparkling green eyes. Makes sense, I guess. Why would a kidnapper grab me by my hips instead of literally anywhere else?
He brings one of his fingers to his mouth, telling me to be quiet. My heart rate spikes again for a wholly different reason this time.
He pulls the hem of my sundress up, laying it on the small of my back. His warm hand cups my ass cheeks and manages to make me shudder. He swats it, mainly just for fun, but it makes me rake my bottom lip with my teeth all the same. His fingers play with the lace from one of the panties O bought me after our trip to the lingerie store. I’ve now got so much I can look pretty everytime I get undressed, which seems to be a lot lately.
He uses both hands to massage my ass cheeks, spreading my folds in the process without actually touching them. It’s turning me on like crazy, and I don’t know how long I can stand his slow torture. When he’s had his fill of playing with my ass, he starts taking my panties off, sliding them down my legs at an agonizingly slow pace. As they finally fall down to my ankles, I step out of them.
When I try to get up, he presses me back down, making me bend over and resting on the kitchen counter. He wriggles his knee between my legs, making me open my legs. It leaves me exposed, and my insides clench in anticipation.
I expect him to get back to his slow torture of kneading my ass, but instead he kneels behind me and licks me from my clit all the way up to my opening. I gasp for air. The hotness of his mouth feels really good on me, and the way his wicked tongue works me doesn’t hurt either.
He’s taking his sweet time though, softly licking every inch of me, sucking, nipping. When he works the tip of his tongue into my opening, a moan leaves my mouth. I don’t care if he has told me to be quiet. If he’s going to work me up like this, I’m going to make noise.
He sucks my clit in his mouth and lets his teeth scrape over it, obviously wordlessly telling me to be quiet. It doesn’t really have the effect he’d like it to have though, because I can’t hold back the moan that follows after. Sucking in the quickly sensitized bundle of nerves between my legs, he buries his face fully into me, obviously not giving a fuck.
The soft sound of footsteps coming through the hallway reaches my ears. My body tenses and I become alert. I would think this will make Jonah stop doing what he’s doing, but the only thing that changes is that the grip of his hands on my ass cheeks tightens. I try to get up again, but as soon as I do one of his hands lets me go and pushes me back down again.
He takes his lips off of me for a second. “Kellan’s at work,” is all he says before he dives back in. I get that knowing that it’s got to be one of the guys that we hear should ease my mind, but somehow it’s making me really nervous. It’s like having sex while your parents are home and knowing they can walk in any moment.
Not that it would be bad if the owner of the feet in the hallway walks in, but still, it feels naughty.
My train of thought almost makes me laugh. Have sex with multiple guys at once? Sure. Have someone walk in on Jonah going down on me? Let’s get nervous!
I don’t know whether it’s him feeling me tensing up and getting out of the moment, or just him torturing me, but he slides his head back slightly, slides two fingers inside me and sucks at my clit simultaniously.
“Fuck,” I moan, unable to keep the profanity in.
The door to the kitchen opens, and my eyes fall on O as we lock eyes over the breakfast bar. Jonah is working me like he wants to earn the employee of the month award. And O? O’s eyes widen as his mouth falls open when he sees what he’s walking into.
He scrapes his throat and starts turning back around to go out while he says, “Oh, sorry”.
Jonah comes up for air, which means I get to catch my breath myself a little as well. “Stay,” the man that’s kneeling between my legs grunts. “She doesn’t get to make a sound, you don’t get to touch.”
Oeh, bossy Jonah. I like it. Thoughts evaporate as he gets back to it though. Damn, he’s good at what he does, and I don’t want to remind myself of how he got so good.
Said the girl with four boyfriends.
I bite my bottom lip, holding back the sounds I want to make, because I don’t think I’m getting away with it so soon after him telling me not to make a sound. But I hear the groan I’m holding back get echod at the other side of the room.
O has moved in the meantime and has taken in a position where he can see exactly what it is Jonah’s doing while still looking at my face. His eyes are hooded and his cheeks are a little flushed. As much as we’re all on board with this whole group dynamic, it’s the first time that O is actually a part of it. It makes me feel a tad self conscious, which should be absolutely ridiculous to my standards right now, because I don’t have any standards anymore, am I right?
A gasp leaves my mouth when Jonah bites down, making me stand on my tippy toes in response. He pushes me down again with his hand, burying his face even deeper in me. Doing this from behind while standing up is an experience I’m gladly exploring. He’s really diving in head first so to speak.
When my eyes land on O again, he’s readjusting himself through his pants. Our eyes lock, and it’s almost too intense to keep my eyes open. I feel the start of a tingle going down my spine. “So when you said no touching, did you mean no touching at all or just not touching Mor?” O asks with a husky voice.
Jonah removes his mouth from me, which might be the best timing or the worst timing ever, because I was right there, tethering with my toes on the edge. “Touch yourself, go nuts,” he snickers a little as he says this. “Just don’t touch Mor, she’s mine right now.”
And fuck if he isn’t right. Mind, body, soul, the whole she-bang. He can have it all. While his fingers keep pumping, he doesn’t get back to me immediately, making me whimper a little. I feel extremely needy right then, but who cares. Jonah’s kissing me all around, except for where I want to touch him, and I want to chew his ass out for being such a tease. I won’t, because I’m a good girl, and I know that talking back will get me in the exact opposite place I want to be.
My eyes fall on O again, and I watch as he unbuttons his dark gray button-down shirt, leaving it hanging open.
As I blatantly stare at what he’s doing, he undoes his pants and frees his cock from his boxer briefs. His dick bobs against his toned stomach, and I’m hypnotized as he takes it in his hand and grabs it by the base. When I look up at his face and find him staring at me, I can see him swallow.
A long breath leaves through my nose, as I try to hold back the sex sounds I’d like to make. This whole going back and forth between Dean telling me to speak up and Jonah telling me to be quiet is a little confusing. I guess the common denominator is that I have no trouble being bossed around. Even when it comes to Gil and O.