Chapter 29 Dex - Past #2
With the dual sensations, it didn’t take long before Jonah was coming, his voice high-pitched and needy, his cum shooting onto the shower floor as he twitched and clenched around my tongue. I didn’t release him until he was shivering from overstimulation, his hips trying to pull away from me.
I placed a kiss on his cheek, then another, and then Jonah yelped as my teeth sunk into the firm curve of his ass, delivering a mark I couldn’t resist leaving on that perfect skin. I sucked on the abused flesh, a beautiful bruise blooming to the surface. If only it were permanent.
I pulled myself up to my feet again and reached around him to turn off the water.
Jonah was still panting softly when I stepped out to get us towels, and when I returned to hand one to him, he was pouting. “What’s that face for?” I asked him.
“I was supposed to be the one taking care of you.”
“You did.”
“Yeah, but then you…”
“I enjoyed it as much as you did, Rabbit.”
His eyes glanced down at my dick, hard as steel and leaking for him, demanding attention that I was content not to give it.
“I could… try… to use my mouth on you… this time.”
I stepped forward, placing a kiss on his forehead, which he responded to with another superficial scowl. “I appreciate the offer, baby, but I’d rather have this,” I said, reaching around to grab a handful of the cheek now proudly wearing my mark.
It was the truth, but not the whole truth. I’d tell Jonah soon about why I was the way I was, and why there were things I was happy to give him but just couldn’t enjoy receiving myself. But I didn’t want the way he looked at me to change, so selfishly, I kept my secrets a while longer.
“Should I… put the jacket back on?” he asked, and my grin pulled wider.
“Definitely.”
Jonah was still scowling, but he somehow also looked pleased as he toweled himself off quickly and reached for my jacket among our pile of discarded clothing. I’d clean them up later.
I laced my fingers through his and pulled him to my bedroom. This time, blissfully, there were no more objections.
Jonah fell onto the bed beside me, our skin still slightly damp, and naked except for my jacket on him.
I claimed his lips. He kissed me back eagerly, tongue dancing with mine.
He was bolder now than he used to be, more confident in what he was doing, and I loved it.
I wanted him to always be confident in touching me.
There was nothing he could do that I wouldn’t like.
While we kissed, my hands trailed over him, finding all the hard edges and softer curves I adored.
Perfect. All of him. When his hips rocked against mine, his cock was hard for me again.
I pulled back from him to locate where we’d last abandoned the lube.
It took a minute of aggressively pulling back blankets before I found it, then I was on him again, slick fingers seeking their new favorite place.
Jonah was softer for me this time, thanks to my efforts in the shower and him already knowing what to expect.
One finger slipped in easily, Jonah pushing back to meet it with a whine, so I gave him another.
When he’d adapted to two, I gave him three, and his tight, welcoming heat pulsed around the digits as he moaned into the skin of my neck.
I knew I’d found that spot he liked so much when he yelped out, fingers clawing into the skin at my waist. I targeted it. Jonah writhed in my arms, his hips wanting to both push against me harder and also pull away, chasing and evading the pleasure overwhelming his beautifully sensitive body.
“More,” he gasped into my neck. “Need more, need you.”
“Want my cock, little rabbit?”
Jonah nodded.
“Tell me, then. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Jonah moaned, his grip on my skin tightening in his frustration. My hand stilled, leaving him full but without friction. His hips rocked, trying to chase it again, trying to spur me into movement without asking. My hold tightened to keep him still and unsatisfied.
With a long, exaggerated groan, he thunked his head roughly against my collarbone. “Just fuck me already, you dick.”
“Now, now, that’s not how you ask for something, is it?”
There was a displeased huff, and I thought he’d give in, but then his teeth were biting down roughly on the curve of my shoulder and I jolted with a groan. Sneaky rabbit.
My fingers slipped out of him and he whined softly, shifting onto his back, legs spread wide and ready for me, his face pink with his blush but a cocky smile on his lips like he thought he was about to get exactly what he wanted.
“You wanna play dirty, baby?” I smiled down at him, and his own smile turned downward into a pout.
“Forget telling me what you want, now you’re gonna have to scream it.
” I grabbed both of his hands, pulling them above his head until they pressed against the headboard of my bed.
“If your hands leave this spot, I’m not fucking you tonight. ”
Before Jonah could reply, I was moving down his body again, my hands spreading his legs wider, and I swallowed his cock until my nose pressed against the neat curls at his base. He cried out, hips bucking up into my mouth, but his hands stayed exactly where I’d put them.
I moaned at the feeling of him in my mouth, my throat, the taste of him on my tongue.
I sucked up to his tip, and plunged my fingers back inside him again, completely intending to overwhelm my little rabbit.
My tongue piercing teased over his slit, then I took him to the back of my throat again, while my fingers pumped into him fast and hard.
“Fuck, fuck! Gonna… mnn…”
I stopped. My fingers left his opening, my mouth sucked off of his dick.
Jonah sobbed, his hips stuttering, unsure if they wanted to chase the heat of my mouth or seek the lost fingers.
His cock and hole both twitched in need.
He made another sound, desperate and needy, as his orgasm retreated, the peak of his pleasure ripped away from him before he could obtain it. “Fuck you,” he panted.
“Not with that attitude,” I smirked, nipping at his inner thigh.
“Nng. You’re the worst!” he told me with a heated glare, but his hands were still on the headboard because he still wanted me to fuck him.
“Mhmm,” I hummed in agreement, nipping at his skin again.
When his body relaxed again and the need to come wasn’t so urgent, I returned to my tasks without warning, my fingers and mouth resuming their attack.
Again, I played with his body until he was right on the edge, muscles quivering with tension, and again I denied him, pulling away seconds before he found relief.
He was panting, sweating, his eyes glassy with tears of pleasure and frustration.
“Devil,” he panted like an insult.
“Rabbit.”
I did it again, and this time when I stopped before he could climax, he was trembling all over, making the sounds of something wounded. “Fucking fuck!” he cried out. “Please.” Sweet surrender. “Please, p-please, please make me come. Please d-don’t tease me anymore.”
“Good boy.” I took him to the back of my throat and slipped four fingers into his hole, the extra stretch making him cry out again. This time when I felt him tense with the need to release I didn’t stop him, letting him coat my mouth and throat with his cum, swallowing down my reward greedily.
Pulling off, I took a moment to appreciate the blissed-out expression on his face. Wet strands of his hair clung to his sweaty face, but he didn’t move them, because his hands were still where I’d put them.
I shuffled off the bed to locate the box of condoms, which had tumbled to the floor during our activities, then I was on my knees between Jonah’s still-parted thighs.
He was a vision. Skin flushed and damp from sex. Naked apart from my jacket. His chest still heaved as he caught his breath. His relaxed cock still wet with my spit. His hole stretched and glistening with lube. Beautiful.
I’d let him recover before we continued, his hands still on the headboard telling me he wanted to, except when I put the condoms on the bed beside him he frowned at them.
“Do we need to use those?” he asked me.
“I always do,” I told him, and his expression soured into a glare before I continued. “But we don’t have to.”
“Really? You’ve never fucked anyone without one?”
How did I answer that without revealing too much? “Whenever I’ve chosen to fuck someone before, I’ve worn one.”
“So I’ll be your first at something, then.” He smiled, and like a knife twisting in my chest, I wished he could have been.
“I’ll get tested, and when we’re all clear, we can go without them,” I told him instead of acknowledging his words. Guilt that I kept chained in the depths of me seeped to the surface.
Jonah pouted, brow furrowing. Rather than let him dwell on my words, I opted for distracting him. “Want to feel my cum filling you up, baby? Want me to mark your insides with it?”
It worked. Jonah inhaled sharply, his spent cock twitching against his thigh, and I decided to see just how many orgasms he was capable of in one night. “Turn around, Rabbit. Present that pretty ass to me and show me what’s mine.”
Jonah bit his lip, but he did as I asked, turning on shaky thighs. It was a little awkward as he was determined to keep his hands in place. He didn’t need to; he’d get what he wanted either way, but I didn’t tell him that.
I reached for the condoms, already eager for the day soon when I could take him without one, to feel him and only him.
It wasn’t like I even slept around that much.
I didn’t have concerns that I had anything I could give him, but I wouldn’t risk him.
I’d promised my rabbit I would never hurt him again, and I intended to keep that promise.
His hole was still stretched, still shiny with lube, but I added more over the condom.
His cock hung heavy between pale thighs, half hard, and I used the excess lube on my hand to stroke him, feeling him plump up for me again until he was a mewling mess—hands still on the headboard, face buried in my pillow, and ass raised and presented to me.
I didn’t wait any longer, lining myself up and pressing completely into his heat in one thrust. His body welcomed me, tight and warm and perfect. I didn’t give him any time to adjust, my hips pulling out to slam back in like an attack, with a passion so much sweeter than violence.
My thumbs spread his cheeks, smoothing over that pretty mark I’d left behind in the shower, so I could watch where we were joined as my cock pistoned in and out of him. “Fuck you’re beautiful. Your ass is swallowing my cock so perfectly, baby.”
Jonah seemed incapable of stringing words together to respond, his voice muffled and hoarse as he practically screamed into the pillow with every thrust. Harder and faster, until his hands made the headboard slam against the wall every time I drove into him.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
An increasing tempo as I gave him everything I had left. Harder. Faster. Until the room was filled with the sounds of the bed against the wall, Jonah’s cries, my grunts, and the slick, sharp sound of our skin slapping together.
Jonah convulsed around me, his body giving out as he came a third time, and my hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise stopped him from collapsing into the puddle of his cum until I groaned, releasing deep inside him.
I fell onto him, but he didn’t seem to mind, turning his head to the side to find me, and I pressed a firm kiss to his sweaty temple.
“You’re heavy,” he panted.
“Want me to get off you?”
“No.” After a moment, he added, “Jacket off.”
I smiled. “Okay, baby.” I pushed myself up, my hips pulling back until his hand shot out to stop me from withdrawing any further.
“Stay. Just the jacket.”
“Okay.” I placed another kiss to his hair before helping him wriggle out of the leather jacket—a slightly awkward task when he didn’t want me pulling out of him, but we made it work—and I cast the jacket to the floor as I returned to him, my body over his, and he sighed in contentment.
Once our breathing returned to normal, I could feel the exhaustion pull at me, threatening to take me under into sleep. With a groan, I pulled back. Jonah grumbled unhappily as I slipped out of him, but he didn’t stop me this time.
I left the room for as brief a time as possible, returning with a cup of water and a warm cloth. Jonah’s eyes were closed, and I gently nudged him awake. “Sit up for a second.”
He wasn’t happy about it, but he listened, shuffling up enough for me to pull the blanket stained with his cum off the bed. I cleaned him up, then handed him the water to drink as I stripped the bedding, replacing it with new linen from my wardrobe.
“Why are your cups plastic?” Jonah asked as he put the cup back on the nightstand.
Because they hurt less when my mother throws them at my head, I thought. But to Jonah, I shrugged.