Chapter 19 #2
Jonah arched his back as Dexter continued to work his lips against his skin, his hands dipping beneath the hem of his shirt
before bringing it up over Jonah’s head. Dexter wasted no time in running his tongue along Jonah’s collarbone, his teeth just
grazing the skin, his left hand cupping the side of Jonah’s neck. Jonah’s fingers buried themselves into Dexter’s blond hair,
small noises escaping his mouth as the other man took his time in moving painstakingly slowly down his body. The attention
he gave to Jonah’s skin seemed almost sinful, his tongue and lips tingling down his chest to his navel. Dexter seemed intent
on killing him by acting as if time didn’t exist, the moments stretching on for eternity, and Jonah knew they were in no race,
but he was needy, his body ready and wanting.
“Dex,” he whimpered, and he allowed himself to feel embarrassed at just how desperate the name sounded. “Please.”
Dexter looked up at him, hazel eyes dilated, as if high on Jonah, and, fuck, he looked gorgeous. He half expected some cocky
reply, a question about what exactly Jonah was begging for, but Dexter didn’t say a word. No, instead he sat up and ran his
fingers along the waistband of Jonah’s pajama shorts, a smug grin on his face as if he knew something Jonah didn’t.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Without the words to speak, Jonah shook his head in response and Dexter
bit down on the side of his bottom lip as he looked at him. “Tell me something about you I don’t know.”
“Dexter,” Jonah moaned, bucking his hips up impatiently. “Why ask me that now?”
Dexter trailed his finger down the center of Jonah’s chest. “Tell me something I don’t know about you. Something I can’t find
out online. Go on.”
Jonah placed his hand over Dexter’s, stilling him, not able to handle his touch if Dexter was in the mood to torment him.
“I’m boring. You know everything.”
Dexter raised a very unimpressed eyebrow and pouted his lips. “Well, I can’t possibly have sex with someone boring.”
“I . . . had an imaginary friend as a kid,” Jonah said, scrambling around in the recesses of his mind for any kind of fact
and for some bizarre reason settling on that.
“Yeah? What was their name?”
“Macbeth.”
“As in, the Macbeth?” Dexter nudged Jonah’s pants farther down his hipbones.
“No, just, his name was Macbeth, and whenever I did something bad and my parents would yell at me, I blamed it on him.”
“Naughty Macbeth,” Dexter said with a grin.
“Fuck’s sake, you’re driving me insane.” Jonah sat up, shifting Dexter on his lap, hands on his waist, Dexter’s thighs either
side of his.
“It’s what I do,” Dexter said, pushing him back down then shuffling down his body, slipping his fingers beneath Jonah’s waistband
to remove his pants.
Jonah shuddered at the cool rush of air caressing his skin, his body so hot, painfully so, and he felt exposed being completely
naked in front of Dexter, but he didn’t care, he wanted Dexter to see him; he wanted Dexter to look at him and touch him and
do whatever thoughts had crossed his mind when he imagined this moment. And Dexter took him all in, his eyes scanning Jonah’s
body, bottom lip working between his teeth before he took off his own top, his hair ruffling, making him look delightfully
unkempt. He lowered himself down again and pressed light kisses on the inside of Jonah’s thighs before taking his length into
his mouth.
And. Fuck. Jonah’s breath came out ragged. He let Dexter settle between his thighs, his fingers in his hair again, gentle,
not urging him to do more, not trying to set a pace; he just wanted to touch him. Dexter moaned around him, the noise insatiable,
and Jonah let his head fall back on his pillow as he looked up at the ceiling; if he looked at Dexter with his lips wrapped
around him and eyelashes fanned beautifully against his cheeks, he wouldn’t last a minute.
A gap in the bedroom curtains allowed the light from the streetlamps outside to filter into the room, the warm orange glow shimmering over Dexter’s skin, bathing him in sheets of pure gold.
Jonah decided the next time they did this, if there was a next time, and he bloody hoped there would be, then he would light candles beforehand.
He wanted to see the light of the fire dance across Dexter’s features, illuminating him like a casque of treasure, glistening, each bead of his sweat a diamond pressed into his skin.
Outside, Camden faded into a muted silence and all Jonah could hear were the greedy moans coming from the back of Dexter’s throat and his own small gasps and needy utterances of pleasure.
The pain in Jonah’s face took second place to the tingling in his spine and the tension building deep in his core. He allowed
himself to look down at Dexter again, his hazel eyes looking up at him, dark and filled with a cloud of desire. Jonah shuddered
as he flicked his tongue around him and arched his back, fingers slipping through the strands of Dexter’s hair as he could
feel the heat rising inside of him.
“Dex,” he panted, his own curls sticking to his forehead. “I can’t . . . please, I just—”
“It’s okay,” Dexter said, taking his mouth off him for a moment. “Come undone for me.” He licked his lips, smirk on his face,
and fucking hell, Jonah wanted to kiss him, but then Dexter licked a line up Jonah’s length and . . . well Dexter’s mouth
clearly had better things to do. He kept his eyes on Jonah the whole time, hands wrapped around his thighs, lifting them onto
his shoulders as he lay between his legs. He looked perfect, so bloody perfect, and as Jonah reached his orgasm Dexter moaned
loudly, the sound so utterly sensual Jonah knew nothing could ever compare to how hot he sounded.
Jonah didn’t know how many minutes passed. He found himself stuck in a contented haze, his body exhausted, limbs heavy. Dexter
kissed his way back up Jonah’s chest, then found his neck and groaned as he placed a last kiss just beneath his ear.
“Fucking hell,” Jonah murmured, before running a hand down Dexter’s left bicep. “I need to make you feel as good as you just
made me feel.”
Dexter lay down beside him and wound his fingers through Jonah’s curls. “You don’t have to, you’re hurt.”
“I’m okay,” Jonah said with a laugh, though the movement did, in fact, make the skin around his nose and eye sting. “I have some rather fabulous hands, you know.”
“Is that so?”
Jonah hummed and ran his fingers along Dexter’s collarbone. “I do. Want to see what I can do with them?” Dexter shivered,
goose bumps cascading over his skin, and he nodded, eyes dark, lustful, and Jonah knew their night was far from over.