Chapter 4
When I wake, I’m horrified to find that I’m still in Jonas’s bed, and the sun has gone down. The book is laying open on my stomach, and I quickly shut it and put it back under the pillow. Maybe Jonas isn’t home yet. Maybe he hasn’t seen that I was asleep in his bed.
But when I stand and go to the open door, I know that’s not the case. The light is on in the kitchen. The yellow glow has partially lit up the hallway, and I know I didn’t turn it on. I almost never use artificial light when the sun is up.
When I step into the hallway, I hear a very distinct, rhythmic noise and stop.
Standing in front of the kitchen island, one hand on the marble countertop to keep him steady, Jonas is standing with his shirt partially unbuttoned and his head thrown back.
His other hand is jerking off his cock, sticking out of the opening of his suit pants.
The rhythmic sound is the slap of flesh on flesh as he furiously strokes himself.
I’ve never seen anything so delicious in my life.
I must make a horny noise in the back of my throat because Jonas’s eyes open and he lowers his face, his eyes meeting mine across the length of the apartment.
His hand stops moving, but I can tell that it’s difficult for him by the way the breath puffs out of him.
But he doesn’t rush to put his dick away–not that he could when it’s that hard. He just watches me with his hand still wrapped around himself.
“Are you angry with me?” I ask. It’s bad enough that he’s kept his distance over the last twenty-four hours. I don’t think I could stand it if I had crossed some sort of line and now he didn’t want me at all…ever. Would he kick me out?
“Do I look angry?” he growls, and I have to bite my lip not to laugh.
“Yes, actually,” I say.
He sighs and lets his hand drop. “I’m not angry at you. When I walked into my room and saw you in there in nothing but Henry’s t-shirt and some skimpy panties, sleeping in my bed like you wanted to be near me, it made me so hard I couldn’t see straight.”
That’s enough encouragement to propel me forward. I make it all the way to the kitchen, not missing the way his eyes watch my breasts bounce as I walk. I never bothered to change out of my pajamas from last night. What was the point if I wasn’t going to leave the apartment?
I stop right in front of Jonas and look down at his hard cock. If it’s even possible, it’s bigger than Henry’s, veinier, thicker. The thought of him sticking that thing in me makes me just a little nervous.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?” I ask, my voice small. I wait for him to tell me he’s not interested or that he’s too tired or something.
But he watches me with a thoughtful expression before saying, “I don’t want to push you too far too fast.”
I almost laugh. Henry didn’t even wait five whole hours before railing me. I reach up a hand, ready to wrap it around his thick length, but his grip catches me before I can make contact.
“You aren’t pushing me,” I say, but he just shakes his head.
“I’m…I’m not very good at these arrangements.”
I wait for him to elaborate, but when he doesn’t, I say, “What arrangements?” Even though I know exactly what arrangements he’s talking about.
He gestures from me to him and back. “I feel pathetic, having to bribe someone to sleep with me.”
“You’re not pathetic.”
He sends me a oh, really? look.
“Well, if you’re pathetic, then so am I. I’m the one who’s here, offering myself to you.” I can’t help but nod my chin at his erection, still bobbing between us.
He shrugs. “I’m busy a lot, and I guess I find it sort of difficult to take the time to get to know people. But I need to have sexual encounters to keep my head clear so–”
I wrap my hand around his cock, and his mouth clamps closed. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Jonas,” I say, giving him one long stroke. “I’m happy to do this for you. I want to do this for you.”
And with that, I drop to my knees in front of him.
It’s not exactly comfortable, given that my bare knees are against the kitchen tile, and I’m probably going to have bruises when all this is said and done, but I don’t care because as soon as I lean forward and wrap my lips around his tip, a groan bursts out of him.
I look up at him, watching as he throws his head back and reaches out a hand to grasp the edge of the kitchen counter.
I don’t manage to take him in very far, since he’s so big, big enough that if he went all the way down my throat, I might actually die.
But I shove him down as far as I can manage, only gagging a little bit, and then use my hand to stroke the length of him that I can’t fit in my mouth.
I set a rhythm and feel particularly satisfied when he lets his head hang low between his shoulders and gasps for breath. I want to make him feel so good.
Letting one hand slide down, I cup his balls, my eyes rolling back when he makes that noise again, like he’s gone completely feral. I don’t even think he knows what he’s doing when his hands come up to hold onto my head. He spreads his legs wider and begins to thrust into my mouth.
I let out a moan of pleasure that seems to send him into a frenzy.
He doesn’t thrust further than I can take, but he pushes me to my limit, using me with his eyes closed.
He looks so good that I can’t keep myself from reaching down between my legs and shoving my fingers into my underwear.
I know I’m not going to last long, and when Jonas opens his eyes to meet mine and says, “Can I come in your mouth?” I go off.
Jonas doesn’t wait for me to answer, probably because I’m too busy coming my brains out to say yes. But I guess immediately having an orgasm at the mere thought of swallowing someone’s ccum is enough of an answer.
Except I forgot the sheer amount of cum that one minotaur is able to produce, and after he spurts into my mouth four and then five and then six times, I have to jerk back so I don’t choke, gasping for air.
The rest of his release lands on my chest, and I watch it drip down my shirt as I swallow what’s already in my mouth. When he’s done, I look down at my clothes, very aware that he just come cum all over Henry’s shirt.
“What a waste,” I say, and without thinking, I pull my shirt up to my mouth and lick his cum off of it.
Another spurt escapes his softening cock, landing right over my mouth just as I’m licking away the cum that’s already there. I laugh, and Jonas slumps against the counter.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I wasn’t trying to drown you.”
I wipe his cum off my lips and suck it off my fingers. “I don’t mind,” I say.
Without a word, he bends down, picks me up, and throws me over his shoulder. I screech, but he just laughs, carrying me down the hallway and into his room, where he lets me stay all night.