26. Jonah
26
JONAH
Our last morning in Liverpool, I’m awoken by ice cold water.
I jolt upright, ready to pretend I’m pissed, but my threats evaporate. Instead of finding Claire in her usual bike shorts and sports bra, she’s standing in front of me in blue, lacy lingerie. That’s all it takes for me to get hard. I haven’t even touched her.
I start to move toward her, but she throws up a palm.
“Stay right there. I’m in charge now.”
My grin is immediate. I love when she’s bossy. I nod.
“Okay, Trouble. You’re in charge.”
“Lie back down.”
I do. She smirks. “Good boy.”
Fuck me, I’m going to come. How embarrassing.
“This is what we’re going to do, Mr. Hendrix. I’ve been thinking about this, and I think you’re right. I think we should test things out.”
I arch a brow. “Test things out?”
She nods once. “We should see if we can be something without committing murder.”
Excitement wraps around my chest and squeezes while my stomach does flips. This might be butterflies. I think I’ve got fucking butterflies.
“Okay.” I speak slowly. I don’t want to spook her. If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up yet. “So...what are you doing?”
“First, we need to even the score.” She takes two more steps toward me and runs her finger over my erection tented in my boxer briefs. “I believe you owe me two orgasms. One with your tongue, and one with your cock.”
I nod, my mouth watering. “I do. I do owe you two orgasms.”
“We’re going to do it my way.”
“Trouble, I’ll do it anyway you want me to. You just say the word.”
The smile that stretches over her face is sinful. I want to bite that bottom lip.
“Good.” I try to touch her, but she smacks my hand away. “Ah, ah. None of that.”
I pout. I fucking pout, and she laughs.
“Spread your arms.” I do. “Wider.” I do. “Good boy. You’re doing so good.”
I watch as she pulls something from under the bed. At first, I think it’s rope, but when she wraps it around my wrist, I see that it’s nylon. Pantyhose.
She ties some kind of advanced knot, and when I try to move my arm, I realize she’s tied it to the bed frame. Then she walks slowly to the other side of the bed. Leisurely. Like she’s got nothing but time. She does the same thing to my other arm. When she’s finished, I tug at that one too.
“Were you a Girl Scout?”
She huffs out a laugh. “No, but you can learn anything on the internet.” She faces me. “Are you okay with this?”
I nod rapidly. “Absolutely. More than okay. I’m 100 percent okay with anything. Everything.”
Another gloriously salacious grin. “Good.”
She takes off her bra, and I groan. I ball my hands into fists. I want her nipples in my mouth. I want to fucking lick her. Then she turns, gives me a perfect view of her ass, and pulls her panties down.
“Fuck me, Claire.” I drop my eyes to her swollen, wet pussy lips and groan again. “Fuck, baby.”
She faces me again, and I run my eyes over her. Naked and gorgeous. Skin flushed. Nipples peaked. Those dark curls cascading over her shoulders. My dick is so hard. It’s painfully hard. I need her. I need her like air.
“I’m going to blindfold you now, Mr. Hendrix. What is your safe word? ”
My eyes widen. I blink a few times. I don’t want to lose this view. I want it imprinted on my brain.
“Mr. Hendrix.”
I flick my eyes back to her face and force a swallow. When I speak, the words are rough.
“I won’t need a safe word.”
“Pick a safe word.”
“Elephant.”
She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and tries to fend off a laugh. “Elephant?”
“Because I will never fucking forget this.”
She rolls her eyes then climbs onto the bed. She crawls toward me, pulls something off the head of the bed, then pulls it down over my eyes. I can’t see. I can’t move my arms. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.
“I’m going to ride your face, now.”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
“Impress me.”
The bed dips with her movement as she climbs on top of me. I can feel her knees by my ears and her shins on my biceps. And her scent...
“Jesus.” I inhale. “Jesus Christ.”
I raise my head, wanting her pussy on my tongue, unwilling to wait, but she pushes me back down.
“Bad boy, Mr. Hendrix. I’m in charge.”
Her fingers slide into my hair, and she pulls. Mercifully, she tugs my head up and lowers her body at the same time. I groan against her, and then I attack. I cover her pussy with my mouth. I fuck her hole with my tongue. I suck hard on her clit. She whimpers and moans.
And then she starts to move. Dragging her wet pussy over my mouth, covering my face in her juices. I love it. I fucking love it. If my hands weren’t tied, I’d pull her down more. I’d smother myself with her pussy, but with the way she’s moving, all I can do is let her ride me.
It’s the single greatest moment in my life until this moment.
“Good boy. Good. Good. Just like that.”
Claire’s voice is so breathy and sexy and, fuck me , she’s perfect. Her fist tightens in my hair, and she pulls me closer. I shake my head, my nose and lips and chin coated with her while I do my best to get her off. Then, because she’s amazing and she wants to fucking ruin me, her delicate little hand wraps around my cock. All I can do is groan with my mouth full of her. She gasps.
“You’re not allowed to come yet.” She squeezes harder, and I groan again with her clit in my mouth. “You can’t come until I tell you to.”
I can’t respond. She fucks my face faster. She pushes down on me more. This is as close to heaven as I will ever get. I will die with her pussy in my mouth and her arousal dripping down my chin, and it is fucking heaven.
“Oh my God. Suck it. Suck it.”
I do as she says. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck until she’s jerking and moaning. Until she’s coming on my face. Thank God she lets go of my dick because I’m on the brink of coming with her.
Her hands leave my hair as she finishes. She pants and rubs herself slowly over my lips, riding out the last of her orgasm, then she’s climbing off my face and sitting on my abdomen. The heat and wetness from her pussy send a current of electricity straight to my dick, and I flex my abs. I want to see it. I can picture it in my head. My abs shining with her cum and my spit. Her naked pussy pressed against my stomach. Rubbing on it. Dripping on it.
“Jesus Christ, Trouble. You’re killing me. You’re killing me.”
She trails her fingers down my chest and goosebumps break out over my skin. The blindfold is heightening my other senses. Her touch. Her sounds. Her scent. Her taste. It’s all more powerful. More potent. I fucking love it, but it might actually kill me. I’m going to combust.
“You did so good, baby,” she whispers. “So, so good.”
I didn’t think I’d like being called baby, but hearing it in her sweet tone? I’ll take it. I’ll take her any way I can get her. Her fingers trace my jaw, then run over my lips.
“Are you ready for me, or do you need a break?”
God, it kills me to say this, but...
“If you want me to last more than thirty seconds, I’m going to need a minute.”
She climbs off me, but her lips press to mine, and I kiss her. I welcome her tongue. I suck on her lips. I know she can taste herself. The way she’s humming into my mouth tells me she likes it. But when I try to take more, she leans away. I’m so frustrated, I growl .
“Come back here.”
“Time’s up.” Her tone is teasing, and I hear a crinkle of plastic right before she rolls a condom down my cock. Shit, even that feels good.
The bed dips again, she straddles me, then grabs my cock. Her tiny hand squeezes me, then runs the head of my dick through her wet, swollen lips. I can picture it. I know how it looks from above, but I’d kill to see it from this angle.
When she slides down my cock in one steady motion, flexing those inner muscles the moment she’s fully seated, I choke out another groan.
“Fuck, Trouble, I’m?—”
My words halt when she starts to move. She rocks back and forth, grinding her clit into my pelvis as her pussy pulses on my dick. Then she props her hands on my thighs and rides me faster.
This would be the most amazing view. I try to see through the blindfold, but I don’t even get an outline, so I close my eyes and try to imagine it. Claire with her thighs spread around me. Tits up, pussy on full display while impaled with my cock. It’s fucking erotic, but I know the vision in my head doesn’t do the real thing justice. And then she’s making these strangled, whimpering sounds.
I can’t take it. I dig my heels into the mattress and thrust up into her.
“Oh my God.” She moans the words and falls forward, digging her fingers into my chest. “Oh shit, Jonah. Oh fuck.”
“You like that, Trouble?” I grit out the words as I move faster, trying my fucking hardest not to come too soon. “Yeah, you do. You fucking love it.”
Fuck, so do I. Up and down. Up and down. My pelvis slaps into her ass, the noise like a drum beat inside my head. My cock hits her so deep that she cries out, chanting my name with every flex of my hips.
“That’s right, baby. Even with my hands tied, I can make you scream.”
When her inner walls start to quake and spasm, I quicken.
“You’re so close. Rub your clit and come on my cock, Trouble. All fucking over it.”
Just as I’m certain she’s going to detonate, she pulls off me. She’s gone. I’m stunned silent, but before I have a chance to even ask her what happened, she’s back on me.
Skin on skin. Heat on heat. Nothing between us .
She fucks me hard and fast, and I let her lead. I let her use me. I let her drive me out of my fucking mind waiting for her to squeeze my cock as she comes so I can follow behind her.
But then she pulls off me again. She sits on my pelvis, my hard, wet cock pressing up against her back. I can hear her fingers working her clit, and she whimpers and moves on top of me. I know exactly what she’s doing, and I need her to stop. I need her.
“No.” I growl. “No, Claire. Get back on my dick.”
Her wetness once again coats my skin, making it slick. This is punishment. She’s punishing me.
“Claire Davis, I swear to fucking God?—”
She lets out a low moan that I can feel in my stomach. Her body jerks, the hot, sweaty skin of her back vibrating against my erection, and she comes. Not around my cock where I want her—where I need her—but on her own fucking fingers.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
She laughs. I know I sound desperate. The shock and disappointment are evident in every syllable. And she laughs at me.
Her hand pats my cheek, and her lips press against mine. I open my mouth. I try to kiss her deeply, but, once again, she pulls away.
“Thank you, Mr. Hendrix. You were stunning.”
The weight of her is gone from my body. I’m panting. I’m fuming. I’m so fucking hard that I could cry.
“This isn’t funny, Claire. Finish what you started.”
“I did.”
Something strange—cool and waxy—glides over my chest. Like writing or a drawing. I don’t have the sanity to focus on it.
“Then untie me so I can finish.”
Another small laugh. She’s not going to untie me. Lips wrap around the head of my cock and I groan.
“Fuck yes.” I thrust into her, hitting the back of her throat twice before she once again leaves me. “God damn it, Trouble.”
There’s rustling. My phone dings. And then?—
“See you at soundcheck.”
The door to the bedroom closes, followed by the door to the suite.
She’s gone.
She’s gone, and she’s left me blindfolded and tied to the bed with a rock-hard erection. I try to get my hands free so I can at the very least jerk off, but I can’t. I can’t turn over, either. I’m fucking stuck here. I don’t know if I want to laugh or scream. I end up doing an odd combination of both.
I can’t even be angry with her. I deserve this. Hell, I deserve far worse. When she said she wanted to even the score, any number of punishments went through my head. Tying me up, fucking me, then leaving me hard and wanting wasn’t even in the realm of possibility.
Now, all I can do is wait here.
Claire wouldn’t allow me to miss soundcheck, so I know she has a plan to release me.
I do everything I can to keep from replaying the entire erotic experience that just took place because when I think of it, I get hard again, and I don’t need that. Instead, I think about the plot of the novel I’m reading. I go through tonight’s set list. I decide on the next song I’ll play for our social media videos, and by the time I hear the door open, my fingers are tingling from being tied for so long.
“What the actual fuck?” Torren barks out a laugh. “This is the best thing I’ve seen in a long time.”
“Shut the hell up and untie me.”
“I don’t know, man. I think I need photographic evidence that this took place.”
I groan. “I’m sure that tiny pain in my fucking ass took some.”
I listen as Torren crosses the floor then grabs the pantyhose tied to my wrist. He starts to cut, and I realize he’s using scissors. The minute my hand is free, I rip off my blindfold and sit up. Torren moves to my other hand, and without looking at me arches an eyebrow.
“So how did this happen?”
The question gives me pause. “What did she tell you?”
He frees my other hand, and I stand from the bed.
“She just texted and said you’d gotten yourself into trouble and would appreciate some help.”
I sigh. “Trouble is right.”
I make my way to the bathroom, and he follows. As soon as I see my reflection, I bark out a laugh.
ASSHOLE is written across my chest in red lipstick, standing out against the more muted colors of my tattoos .
I can’t help my wide grin. She is such a fucking pain in my ass.
“This was Claire, wasn’t it?”
I glance over my shoulder and find Torren watching me. His head is tilted to the side, his lips twitching around a smile. I shrug.
“Yeah. It was her.”
He shakes his head. “I fucking knew you fucked her.”
I turn to face him and lean on the sink. I smirk. “Actually, Tor, I think she fucked me .”
Now he laughs. “Not that I’m the poster child for good decisions, but do you think this is wise? I mean, she works for your dad. She’s literally hired to help you. Could be risky.”
I shrug and brush past him. I don’t bother telling him everything. I haven’t quite processed the whole thing myself, and some of it doesn’t feel like my story to tell. But he’s my best friend, so I give him as much as I can.
“It might not be wise, but it’s happening. I don’t want to stop it.”
I walk back into the room and step into a pair of boxer briefs. No way I’m washing the scent of her off now. I’m keeping it until I can have her again. And God help her, it had better be soon.