Chapter 17 Jonah - Past #2
“You’re my problem!” I grabbed fistfuls of his jacket, holding him to me.
“So let me go!”
“No!”
“You’re fucking infuriating. You don’t want me but you don’t want me to leave either? Which one is it? I can’t read your fucking mind.”
He was getting angry, and his rage called to mine in a way that felt familiar, dangerous, intoxicating. “Fuck. You.”
Dex’s hand grabbed a handful of my hair, and he used it to yank my head back harshly. Pain prickled over my scalp, and with it the sound of my thoughts quieted. Yes.
“Is this what you want, Rabbit? Want me to fight you?”
“No,” I gasped as he tugged harder. Yes.
“I think when you say no, you mean yes.”
“No.” My heart thrashed rapidly in my chest, the pressure in my gut building. Lower.
“Pick a different word.”
“What?”
“Pick a different word to mean no. A word you won’t use for anything else.”
Was this asshole really getting me to pick a safeword right now? Why did I want to? My mind raced, trying and failing to come up with something. He released the grip on my hair, letting me breathe, letting me think as my gaze cast down to his familiar black combat boots.
“Boots,” I whispered.
For a moment he was silent, and I’d never felt so stupid. My skin heated with embarrassment, and just as I was about to tell him to forget it and fuck off, he nodded.
“Fine.” I could hear the smirk in his voice, even though I refused to look at him. “Boots means no. Boots means stop. Okay?” he said, and I was silent long enough to realize he really wanted an answer to that. I jolted my head in a single quick nod.
“Nah, use your words, Rabbit. What means stop?”
God, I really was going to die of shame and embarrassment.
I grunted as I tried to push him off me again, but he wouldn’t budge.
I waited for him to get impatient and just do what he wanted, but he seemed intent on waiting me out as well.
With an exasperated sigh, I caved first. “Boots means stop,” I grumbled.
“Good boy,” he smirked.
“Fuck you.”
“We’ll get to that. For now, I’m going to suck your dick.” I swallowed hard, and my next breath came out shaky. He looked so pleased with himself that I wanted to punch him. “Okay?”
I had the safeword. If I said it, everything would stop right now, and I realized with a bit of shock that I actually trusted him to stop if I said it.
Boots means no. Boots means stop. We’d agreed to that.
I could stop him right now with just that word.
One little word… Why wasn’t I saying it?
Boots means no, I repeated in my head. No means… yes.
“No,” I whispered.
He smirked, and dropped to his knees. My breath caught in my throat, and my pulse thundered in my ears as I looked down at him.
I had no idea what my face was doing, but whatever it was, he seemed to like it.
His pupils were blown wide in his icy eyes, darkened with lust as he devoured me with his gaze.
Like a predator’s eyes, locked on its next meal.
Fingertips brushed under the hem of my cropped shirt, and I sucked in a sharp breath that probably should have been embarrassing, but I couldn’t really think clearly enough to be embarrassed when he was on his knees in front of me.
“Bite this,” he said, voice slightly gravelly, and the sound of it sent sparks of something to somewhere he was dangerously close to.
I wasn’t thinking straight at all as I let him stuff the fabric into my mouth, and I gripped it with my teeth.
I hadn’t even noticed I’d done it until he grinned up at me wickedly and I could feel the way my face turned red.
I still didn’t drop it. The shirt hadn’t even been in his way.
His hand took its time coming down from my mouth, over my chest…
the skin twitched against the warmth of his fingers.
How was he so warm? Over my ribs, my abs…
They’d faded now that I wasn’t running and working out as regularly, but they were still there, and I felt the appreciation in his touch as it traveled lower still to the waistband of my jeans. Fuck.
I could stop him. I could spit out the shirt and say that word, and it would all stop. Instead, I let him open the button and pull the zipper down torturously slowly.
“Is this what you wanted, Rabbit? Wanted me to order you around? To put you in your place?”
I shook my head, brow furrowed, gaze heated… angry. Still I didn’t drop the shirt. Still I didn’t say that word.
He used both hands to tug the skinny jeans down my thighs.
There was a brief moment of genuine panic when I thought he was going to pull them all the way down and I realized quite quickly I wasn’t ready for him to see that part of me, but thankfully he abandoned the fabric when it pooled around my knees and my scars remained covered.
“Look at you,” he said, amused, his eyes finally breaking contact with mine to rake down my body, stopping at the hard bulge in the front of my black boxers.
Fingertips traced the waistband, waiting long enough that I could protest if I wanted to before hooking beneath the elastic and tugging them down to sit with my jeans around my knees.
Unlike me, my cock had zero hesitation in expressing exactly what it wanted. Harder than I’d ever been, it jutted out, pointing to the person who had awoken true sexual desire in me for the first time. Reaching for him in a pulse of lust strong enough to drown me.
Dex also had no hesitation, his rough, warm hand circling around me. Just that one touch and my knees were about to buckle. A moan I unsuccessfully attempted to strangle ripped out from deep within my chest, and Dex’s smile grew wider.
“That’s it. Moan for me, baby.”
Fuck.
One stroke. Two. My eyes would have rolled back into my head if I hadn’t been so determined to watch what he was doing, drinking in his expression as if he were water and I was parched.
He kept his eyes locked on mine as he positioned himself, spreading his legs wider so his lips were level with my cock.
Then they were on me, and I couldn’t have held back the damn whimper if I’d tried.
His mouth was so hot, wet, perfect. Lips closed over my tip, tongue tasting, exploring, like I was his new favorite flavor.
He groaned as if this was just as pleasurable for him as it was for me, and that couldn’t be possible.
None of my fantasies even came close to the real thing.
The only touch I had ever known was my own, and I was left wildly unprepared for any of this.
I was overwhelmed. I never wanted it to stop.
I couldn’t help myself as my hips bucked, forcing my cock deeper into the wet heat of his mouth, and though his eyes widened slightly in surprise, he quickly adjusted.
Dex kept his eyes on me, his tongue pressing firmly against my shaft, that piercing I’d spotted earlier tracing over heated flesh and veins, and it took all my willpower not to come on the spot. Fuck, I wanted to, but then it’d be over. I wasn’t ready for this to be over.
He sucked up my length until just the tip remained between his pretty lips, then he took me in deep again, until his nose was almost touching the trimmed hair at the base of my shaft.
Fuck, how was that possible? I’d never sucked a dick before, but unless I was in his throat, I hadn’t expected him to be able to take the entire length.
The pressure, the heat, the suction. It was too much. Molten heat coiled in my core, building something explosive, something urgent, something I was powerless to fight against.
I lost control, my fingers finding their way into locks of curly blond hair that was just as soft as it looked.
Grabbing handfuls of it, I used him. Used my grip to make him move faster, to take all of me as my hips stuttered, and I fucked his mouth with a desperation unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Moans and whimpers muffled by the shirt still between my teeth poured out of me in increasing volume.
But I didn’t care. Couldn’t find it in me to be embarrassed at all when I felt so fucking good.
And he let me. His hands rested on my hips, but not once did he fight against me or try to get me to stop. He simply opened his throat for me and let me use him, until that urgent pressure inside me built to be much too big and I couldn’t fight it a moment longer.
With a strangled cry, I came. White-hot bliss pulled from my spine, and my body convulsed, my legs giving way as he kept me upright, greedily sucking down every pulse of pleasure like a hard-earned reward.
Only when I had nothing left to give him did he pull back, his lips a glistening mess. He licked over them, as if he didn’t want to waste any of it. I shivered, my eyes wet, much like the shirt I finally let drop from between my teeth, damp with my spit as it fell back to my stomach.
“Fuck,” I rasped, without the mental capacity to form any longer sentences.
“You taste good, Rabbit.” His voice sounded deep and husky, like a man who had just had his throat well and truly fucked, I suppose. “Enjoy yourself?”
I grunted, because obviously.
Dex seemed all too pleased with himself as he rose to his feet again. It was all I could do not to sag against him. Instead, I leaned back against the wall behind me, still catching my breath.
“My turn,” he said, and all the sweet relief twisted with sudden anxiety.
Did he expect me to do the same thing to him?
Did I want to? Would I be able to? He must have read the panic in my eyes because he chuckled and took my hand in his, lacing our fingers together and pulling it to the thick, hard bulge in the front of his jeans. “Just your hand, Rabbit.”
Just my hand. I could do that… probably. I knew how to stroke my own dick. How different could it possibly be? Biting my lip, I nodded slowly.
“Take me out, then.”
My pulse thundered in my ears, and my hands trembled slightly as I looked down at the front of his jeans. I could do this. I reached for him, working the button open, then the zip. I hesitated.
“Problem?” he asked, sounding far too amused.
It sparked my need to prove myself to him.
I tugged the denim and his boxers down together until they sat low enough on his hips for his cock to spring free.
It was thicker than mine, hard as steel, and already leaking at the tip.
Knowing he’d gotten that way just from sucking me off filled me with a sick satisfaction, at least until my eyes locked onto another very big difference between us.
“Holy shit,” I gasped.
Holy fucking shit.
“Never seen a Prince Albert before?” he asked, a smile in his voice.
I wasn’t about to tell him I hadn’t even seen a cock that wasn’t mine before outside of porn, but no, I had definitely not seen a pierced dick before. I didn’t even know that was a thing. “Does it hurt?” I asked instead of answering.
“No,” he answered, still sounding amused. “It’s been healed a long time. It feels good.”
The silver ring sat proudly, a contrast to the angry pink tip it circled through. My brain was still offline, unable to process this new information successfully. His fingers tangled in mine, and he pulled my hand up to my mouth. “Spit.”
I hesitated for only a moment before spitting into my palm, surprised I could even manage it considering how dry my mouth felt.
Then he was guiding my hand to his length, wrapping my fingers around heated, velvet-soft skin. He groaned, and the sound knocked me out of my stupor. I tightened my hold around him, causing him to hum in approval again before I began to stroke him.
It was different from when I did it to myself.
The angle was different. The feel and weight of him different.
But I didn’t hate it. Not at all. In fact, the more I stroked him, the more he made those deep masculine grunts and groans, and I decided I very much liked being the one who caused him to make those sounds.
“That’s it,” he moaned in encouragement. “That feels good, Rabbit, so good. Don’t stop.”
There was no way I was stopping, not when he sounded like that because of me.
I stroked him faster, held him tighter, all while I watched with intense fascination as the pierced head of his cock pumped through my fist. I felt him pulse within my grip, and the sensation almost had me letting out another groan of my own.
His hips bucked, and he started thrusting into the cage of my fingers. Faster and faster.
“Yes, fuck, Rabbit. I’m close. Just like that,” he moaned and praised, and my chest felt warm and proud.
I doubled my efforts, and his words devolved into a string of curses and moans.
“Gonna come, yes. Fuck!” he cursed, and his cock twitched in my hold as he came.
Spurts of cum shot between us, landing on his shirt and mine, but I hardly fucking cared in this moment as I continued to stroke him through it.
I kept going until his fingers wrapped around my wrist, stopping my movements with a weak chuckle. “I think you got it all,” he teased, and I quickly pulled my hand back.
Suddenly, I was completely unsure of what to do with myself.
I’d just received my first blow job, just given my first hand job.
I pulled away from him to pull up my pants and underwear, somehow not even noticing I’d been completely exposed for much longer than I had to be.
Dex did the same, tucking himself away into his jeans again.
“This didn’t mean anything,” I told him. Told myself. “I still hate you.”
He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Fine.”
“It’s also not going to happen again,” I said confidently. Though as the words came out of me I already wanted to take them back. Because how was I supposed to experience that and then go without it again?
“Hmm, we’ll see about that, Rabbit.”
“Devil.”
He smiled. A challenge rose between us that I hadn’t spoken but he’d already accepted. As I turned and left the room, I tried very hard to convince myself that it wasn’t a challenge I wanted to lose.