Chapter 17 Dreams & Consequences
Chapter seventeen
Dreams & Consequences
An unexpected excitement roared through her veins, mixing with and enhancing the raw lust, as Jenna led Jon through her apartment. Naked.
They’d given their bodies to each other as teens, sure, but they’d never been so bold about it back then.
She’d usually had to be quiet, most of the time the lights were off or they were somewhere naturally dark, and they were rushed.
The sense of urgency had probably been half hormonal desperation and half fear of getting caught, fear of being stopped before they finished, but it had been there all the same. That had been fun in its own way.
But it didn’t compare to the freedom of moving openly, calmly, and being unafraid to turn on the lights. Though Jenna likely wouldn’t have on her own.
Jon was obviously otherwise inclined, because that was the first thing he did when they entered her room.
Light from the overhead fixture flooded the space, exposing everything that was already technically out in the open.
Jenna pulled her lip between her teeth, well aware that she’d put on pounds over the years.
Jon raked his eyes over her and reached for the button on his jeans. “You might want to pull the comforter down.”
She blinked once, then fought the urge to smack herself on the forehead and hurried to yank her top blankets down and out of the way.
While her back was turned, she heard two soft but distinct thuds, like shoes hitting the floor.
When she looked back, Jon had crossed the room and was setting his pistol on the side table.
His boots were on the floor near where he’d been, and his pants were barely hanging on to his hips.
She took all of that in in a brief second before her stare became fixed on the large, colored tattoo that spread across his back.
Centered on his spine and low enough that only the high points stretched over his actual shoulder blades was a fierce yet beautiful interpretation of the Marine Corps logo.
A large, full-colored eagle was perched on top of Earth, wings spread up and leaning forward.
The globe of Earth was tinted in subtler colors, as if to not distract.
And piercing through it at an angle was a large, scarlet and gold toned anchor.
The anchor and the eagle were clearly the emphatic elements of the design, though not so much that the planet in the center was lost.
She was still staring when Jon turned back around and hooked his thumbs into his waistband.
“Jen?”
Another flush came over her. “Oh, sorry.” What am I apologizing for? She took a steadying breath. “That tattoo on your back is impressive.”
He chuckled. “Thanks. Took me years to get it finished.”
She gasped. “Years?”
“Wasn’t exactly my priority.” He dipped his chin, nodding toward the bed. “Still isn’t.”
And just like that, her distracted fascination fell away in a rush.
Jenna paused at the edge of the bed. The bed was mostly between them, and she couldn’t imagine there would be anything glamorous or sexy about how she looked climbing onto it.
“There something wrong?”
“No,” she said, too quickly. She cut her eyes around the room before meeting his stare again. “Do we … have to have the lights on?”
His brow furrowed. “Yes.” He swept his gaze over her again.
“I want to see every inch of what’s mine—and you’re mine, Jen.
” He pushed his pants and whatever he wore beneath to his ankles and stepped out of them, and his socks, leaving his own body bare.
His legs were just as toned and appealing as the rest of him, and his cock was fully erect, precum beaded at the tip.
She didn’t remember him being that big and she felt a stupid swell of pride for her younger self.
Jon lowered a hand to his cock and dragged his thumb slowly up the length, never looking away from her. “You don’t have a damn thing to be insecure about, baby. Not with me. Now be a good girl and get on the bed.”
Emboldened at the sight of his arousal, Jenna did her best not to think about the visual she’d already conjured of herself and crawled onto the bed.
She watched his chest heave as he watched her, saw the way he curled his whole hand around himself as if he were holding something back, and forgot what she had been fighting as she adjusted to sit against the headboard.
Jon joined her on the bed practically before she processed that he’d moved. He pressed kisses to her calves, then her knees, and then he took hold of her legs and tugged her down until she was fully on her back.
A laugh burst out of her. “You could’ve told me to lay down.”
He smirked and crawled over her. “I could have.” He licked at her lips, but didn’t close the kiss, instead angling his head to trail wet kisses over her jaw and down her throat. He closed his hands around her boobs and squeezed once before alternating his grip to focus the pressure on her nipples.
Jenna moaned and arched beneath him. The slight roughness of his hands was fantastic on her skin. She’d never felt so sensitive.
Jon moved one hand off her breast and caught that nipple on his tongue, pulling the entire areola into his mouth and sucking. He rolled his tongue over her hardened peak, the way he had her clit, and pinched the other simultaneously.
Jenna clutched at his shoulders and let herself make every sound she’d once held back. Every gasp, every moan, every whimpered plea in the form of his name—she let them all free.
“That’s right, baby, let me hear you,” he murmured against her skin as he dipped a hand between her legs. He ran two fingers through her folds, ending on her clit with a teasing rub. “Give me everything.”
When his shoulders fell out of reach, Jenna clawed at the sheet beneath her. “Everything,” she gasped, “has to be earned.”
Jon chuckled and raised her knees to his shoulders as he settled properly over her.
Something hotter and thicker than his fingers brushed over her center.
“I’m not afraid of putting in the work.” He took hold of her hips and she felt him press against her opening.
“Watch, baby. Watch me remind this pussy who it belongs to.”
Jenna pressed up to her elbows, her gaze immediately dropping to where they were about to be joined. He’d never asked her to watch before.
He rolled his hips forward, pressing into her, gliding slowly and steadily into her core. Her body stretched and pulsed and Jenna sucked in a sharp breath, wanting to squirm but also not wanting to look away. Not until they were flush.
Then they were, and Jon let out a deep, guttural groan.
Her eyes flicked up to his. Heat seared through her, pressing down on her like she could barely breathe, and for the life of her all she knew was that she wanted him closer. “Jon,” she gasped.
He raised his hands back to her legs, squeezed her thighs firmly, and rocked his hips without withdrawing from her.
“Jenna,” he said on a groan. “Fuck.” He pulled her legs from his shoulders, grabbed her hands from where they clung to the sheet, and stretched over her, pinning her arms above her head.
The change in position pushed her again onto her back and had him hovering close enough that his every exhale tickled her skin.
Free to move, Jenna arched her back, pressing her breasts into his chest.
He sucked her lip between his and started rocking, sliding in and out at an agonizingly delightful pace.
His tongue slipped into her mouth, so she stretched hers up the length of his and he threaded their fingers together.
She dug her nails into the back of his hands. He sank his teeth into her lip.
When he finally broke from their kiss, he tilted his head to rain more attention to her throat and the underside of her jaw, all the way up to her ear.
“I finally get to take my time with you,” he murmured against her skin.
“I’m going to kiss, touch, and taste you in the light and spend all goddamn night buried inside your tight pussy.
” He dragged his teeth over her pulse as it fluttered.
“I want to hear you when you fall apart. I want to feel you come with my whole body.”
She struggled to breathe as her heart beat faster, her temperature rising and that coil tightening a little more inside with his every quiet word. Every movement of his hips. She wanted those things, too. She wanted all of them.
Not just for tonight.
“You’re taking me so well, Jenna,” he said, lips beside her ear. “But I’m gonna pick up the pace now.”
She opened her mouth as he snapped his hips forward, the motion sharper and rougher than before, and something like a strangled cry escaped her.
Her back bowed, her body responding on instinct, and her legs lifted to curl around his hips.
He kept his promise, not lingering in the aftermath but rather falling into a faster, deeper rhythm.
His lips moved down her throat, nipping and sucking.
Jenna lost track of the sounds ripping from her soul, lost track of reality, as everything narrowed down to the burning, all-consuming pleasure Jon delivered.
He stayed over her, so close his tags were flat against her breastbone and her boobs were smashed into his chest. It was a full-sensory experience.
“Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispered, back at her ear, his breath hot on her skin.
“Come with me.” He bent his head and pressed his lips to her shoulder, his next words nearly inaudible beneath the thunder of her heartbeat.
“I’m gonna fill you up, Jen. I’m gonna fill you so full tonight, you’re gonna have me running down your perfect fucking thighs all day tomorrow. ”
That was all it took. That dangerous, sinful combination of words, timed with another grinding thrust, sent her careening into ecstasy. She clung to him as best she could, his name pouring from her as tears suddenly rushed up behind her eyes.