Chapter 10
ten
KIT
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
We’d been all over each other – hands searching, lips pressed against what little skin was visible, lost in each other under the twilight sky – until soft little snowflakes started falling around us, the winter storm roused again.
Hand in hand, Jonah pulled me from the clearing and back down the path towards the cabins.
He’d barely unlocked his front door when we tumbled inside, his body pressing me up against the hallway wall, hands shaking from the cold night as fingers pulled at zips, one unclothing the other, desperate for not only the contact but the heat of each other.
Jonah took a step back, gasping a breath as he raised one leg high, trying to push his boot off. He struggled, jumping desperately on his other leg as he clambered about the small hallway.
“Here, let me help,” I said, stopping myself from giggling at the scene and instead holding the rubber boot to help release his foot.
“Thanks.” He barely had the second boot off before I was against him, his hand circling around my waist, pulling me tight against his body, both our chests heaving. I hadn’t felt this way in a while, as though I were drunk off someone, every touch a shot of white spirit, every kiss a nip of whisky.
Jonah guided me into his bedroom, pressing the door open with my back. We paused at the bottom of his bed, his hands lifting my jumper over my head.
“Needy, needy boy,” I tsked. I liked him desperate, not enough men were.
Some took you for granted, thought they were entitled to something so pretty, so soft.
Jonah, he looked at me as if I were his first meal in weeks, his hair a mess from both his hat and my fingers pushing through, his eyes fixated on me and me alone. Those lips, red and puffy.
“You have no idea.” His hand pushed under the cotton material, fingers splayed as he skimmed up my torso, the touch light and caressing. The back of my legs met the bed frame, and I went crashing down to the mattress.
I looked up, Jonah towering above me. His face was covered in shadows, the only light from outside, but his lust shone through. He pulled at the tank top, taking his time to run his hand up the length of my body, feeling every curve before allowing me to pull it off, tossing it to the side.
He barely moved as I sat before him, my bra and leggings still on, and revelled in this attention. I leaned back, hands supporting me as I looked up at him, taking in his hungry gaze.
“Whatcha looking at, tennis boy?” I grinned. I was so used to being watched, to being under the spotlight, but nothing made me feel the way he did. It burned on my skin, sizzled almost. Leaving a mark only I would know about.
“Why can’t I look away?” he asked, almost coming to. He pulled off his own top, showing off his sculpted chest and arms, lengths of hard muscle. Then he leaned down, lowering himself to the floor until he got to his knees.
“I think that’s my job,” I murmured. I was paid to be watched and admired. To be beautiful. With him, he made me want to show him every side, not only the pretty but my uglier parts too. The parts I can’t figure out how to fix.
“I feel like from the moment you walked into the pub, Kit…I haven't been able to take my eyes off you.”
I could see him perfectly now, desperation written all over his pretty face, like he’d die if he stopped. My hand caressed his face, moving along his cheekbones until I reached his lips.
I ran my thumb along his lower lip, a soft touch that pulled that knotted cord inside of me tighter. I needed him. I needed him badly.
“What do you want?” I asked, my eyes searching for the answer.
He tilted his head, leaning into my touch. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Maybe I’d like to hear you say it.”
“I want to see you out of these.” Jonah’s hands moved from where they’d been pinned to my hips and instead pushed under the band of my leggings.
“Then take them off.”
Jonah barely breathed as he pulled the material over my arse and down my thighs. He moved so achingly slow that I wasn’t sure if he was savouring every moment or teasing me, but, either way, he didn’t take his eyes from mine the entire time.
“And now?” I asked, somehow managing to keep that cocky edge to my voice.
“Now,” he said, his hands pushing up my legs, feeling across the silky skin. “I wanna show you how good I can be on my knees.”
Jonah pressed between my legs, spreading my thighs wide, and I let him. He lowered himself as I lay back on the bed, my legs going over his shoulders. Hooking a finger to one side of my thong, he pulled it aside.
I felt his hot breath first. Then the delicate press of a kiss at the top, before his lips moved down, working at my centre. He didn’t tease any longer, already too desperate for my taste on his tongue.
My eyes shut, back arching off the bed as he worked, my hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if there were space between us that needed to be filled.
Jonah moaned against me, the noise vibrating through me. His spare hand undid his trousers, the desperate rattle of a belt hitting metal buttons as he dove south to work himself, too eager to wait any longer.
“Jonah,’ I gasped his name, the knot growing tighter. He stopped for a second, pulling away as I almost whimpered at the loss. Jonah took barely a second to pull down my thong before he returned, hand gripping tightly at my thigh.
I wrapped my legs around his neck as I grew closer, every movement of his mouth bringing me to the edge. The swipe of his stubbled jaw against my thigh, how he sucked at me, lapping with his tongue.
He moved, adjusting to line up two fingers at my entrance.
“Don’t tease,” I begged. “Don’t stop.”
“Who’s telling me what they want now?” he said, peering up, the flash of a cocky smile on his lips. With a deep press, he was inside of me, his mouth back on my clit. His fingers curled, careful, slow, and expertly placed. He knew how to drive me wild.
I came undone, the orgasm pulling at the muscles in my body, dragging the breath from my lungs as pleasure electrified every nerve. My thighs tightened around his head, keeping him close. He didn’t stop, working me through the climax.
“Keep going, baby,” he said, adding a second finger. “I want another.”
“Are you demanding or asking?” I managed to breathe out, looking down at him for a moment.
The sight of him on his knees, his head barely raised from between my thighs, his hand working inside me, was almost enough to do it.
He raised an eyebrow, the smile a little twisted. “Demanding.”
I didn’t lower back down to the bed, instead I held his gaze, even as he lowered back to my clit. I watched him as he worked, one hand propping me up, the other on my breast as I let another orgasm build.
“Look at you,” I said, my voice low. “So good on your knees.” His pace quickened, his grip on my thigh so tight I hoped it might bruise. “So desperate to make me come again.”
He moaned against me, the slutty little noise from him the final straw to push me right back over the edge. This time, it hit hard and fast. The feeling shook my entire body, curling at my toes, my hands fisting in his hair, pulling him close as I rode both the orgasm and his mouth.
I came crashing down, drained and used up. Still between my legs, Jonah moved only to press a trail of kisses down my thigh, his hand skimming up and down my other leg.
“Come here,” I said softly, needing his warm body pressed against mine.
He obliged, lying down next to me, the mattress dipping under his weight, and pulling me into his chest. His mouth found mine, the taste of me still on his lips.
I deepened the kiss, losing myself in him again.
I was exhausted but far from finished with him.
Instead, I pushed, pinning him to the bed while I climbed on top, straddling him underneath me, his hard cock aligned perfectly.
His eyes rolled backwards as I ground forward, feeling his thickness between my thighs.
“Are you trying to make me come in my pants?” He barely managed the words as I moved again.
“Absolutely.” I grinned. I wanted to be full of him, feel that squeeze as he pushed inside of me. His fingers were good, but it wasn’t enough. “Do you have a condom?”
Jonah shook his head. “I wasn’t expecting…I haven’t, you know.”
Disappointment tainted my buzz of energy, but I shook it away. More for later. “I guess we’ll have to wait.” I smiled, grinding down along him again.
He hissed through his teeth, “Is that okay?”
“I like my presents wrapped.” Leaning forward, I kissed down his neck, admiring his well-defined muscles, his carved shoulders as I made my way down his body.
Every part of him was perfection, slim and hard to touch.
He shivered as I ran my fingers down to the line of his throat, across his collarbone, mesmerized by the beauty of him.
I wanted more of him. Needed more.
“You know,” he said with a chuckle, his hand stroking my hair, pushing it back behind my ear. “I didn’t expect to be spending my Christmas Eve this way.”
“What?” I asked. “Lying naked with the neighbour from the holiday rental next door?”
He laughed again, the noise a husky thing that vibrated through his body. “It was very much not on the cards.”
I drew small circles around his chest, teasing. “Before I moved in next door, you mean?”
“Even then,” he answered. “I didn’t even contemplate it. I didn’t think I had a chance in hell with you.”
“Would it surprise you to know that I did think about it?” I admitted.
“It would.” The wide smile that pulled at the edges of his lips lit me up. “Considering how quickly you ran out of the bar when you found out about the tennis.”
“Everyone has a flaw.” I waved my hand. “You play with green fuzzy balls and call it sport. I drink wine like its water.”
He hummed. “I guess we could argue that you’re no longer sworn off tennis players.”
“No, that still stands,” I argued. “I’m sure that you made it perfectly clear that you’re a coach, not a player.”
“That is true,” he murmured, lips pressed to my bare skin, as if he ached to taste me again. “It was important that we made the distinction.”
I laughed softly, my fingers still playing lazy patterns across his chest. We laid there in a quiet moment that felt…full. Not an awkward silence, but something I hadn’t experienced in a very long time. Peace.
“You keep looking at me like that,” I said, my voice low, taking in his dark gaze and the little curl of hair that kept lying perfectly in the middle of his forehead, “and I’m going to start thinking you wanna go for a second round.”
“Oh?” He smirked. “I’m not the one giving the eyes here.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” I feigned innocence, although it was a struggle to fight the smirk from my lips. “I was only looking for somebody to fix the heating, and all of a sudden I’m being stuck on the back of a sled and seduced.”
“You weren’t complaining earlier.”
I stretched, deliberately slow, arms above my head and the sheet slipping dangerously low. “That’s because I’m very polite.”
He let out a low laugh, his hand slipping over my waist. “I didn’t think it was very polite when you admitted that you were trying to get me to come in my pants.”
“Like it wasn’t the highlight of your week.”
He grinned, full and unbothered. “Year, actually.”
I bit my bottom lip, trying not to smile too wide. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You like it.”
God help me, I really, really do.
The wind howled against the cabin windows, a reminder that the snowstorm still hadn’t let up.
“Looks like we might get snowed in,” he said, following my attention.
“Oh really?” I said. “How long do you think we might get stuck for?”
Jonah’s grin turned positively wicked. “Long enough for a third round. Maybe a fourth. Definitely long enough to ruin you for any future holiday flings.”
I laughed, pushing him back against the pillows. “Big talk for someone who hasn’t even come yet.”
“Are you volunteering for the job?” he joked.
I caught him with a slow smile as I leaned in close. “Well…don’t you think it’s about time I returned the favour?”