Chapter 35 Lexi
LEXI
Jonah showed me that sex could be different—wild and filthy, like most of our meetings in his office were. He also showed me he could do simple, slow love making, which was when we had an evening to ourselves, dinner, and a dance, followed by slow, deep love making.
I didn’t know I loved his wild side, but at work, I’d come to realize that the kind of release he needed from the stress of his job was raw and hungry.
He’d take me against his desk, when I was bent over, calling me filthy names, and when he was done, he would kiss me tenderly and wipe me up with a gentleness that still surprised me.
Of course there was a wild, dark side to him, one that I could only see.
I learned that Jonah loved treating me like a slut in his office, but that he could be a gentleman when we were outside. He loved using my body like I was his, like I’d submitted to him wholly to use and be used, and I discovered that I loved it, and enjoyed it as much as he did.
Today, I was pressed against the glass wall behind his desk, my shirt down, my bra off while he took me from behind.
And I couldn’t help the loud moan that tore from my lips as I felt him thrust hard into me, pushing me harder against the glass.
He barely gave me a moment to think before he withdrew and rammed into me, harder and harder.
I loved it, loved that this made me forget thinking for a while I focused only on the pleasure Jonah gave and took from me. I felt his cock in me again, filling me deeply, fully, and angled just right… oh God. I was coming.
“Jo—” I barely got his name out before my orgasm hit me, and I felt a pleasure wreck me from within as I shuddered with my own release.
I closed my eyes, even as I felt his hands reach under my chin and tilt my face up to him.
When I opened them, I found Jonah studying me intently as though he was committing every bit of my expression, my coming undone for him, to memory.
He let go of my chin and built up his tempo, thrusting faster, deeper, and harder, holding me painfully tight to him. And in a minute he was spilling into me while his forehead touched the back of my head, gasps falling from his mouth as his entire body trembled with his orgasm.
One week ago, he’d sent me the results of his STD tests, and I’d shown him mine. We both were clean, and I was on birth control, and we’d decided we wouldn’t use condoms anymore. The problem was, we like the transition to being bare with each other too much.
We stayed like that, the two of us trying to catch our breaths, me topless, while he had his shirt on and his pants and boxers on the couch behind us.
He dipped his head, kissing my neck, biting down on my skin and leaving a mark there.
“I’ve got too many business from you already,” I grumbled, while I felt Jonah’s lips curve into a smile against my shoulder. “How many more do you need to give me?”
“As many as it takes to let the world know you’re mine.”
I turned to face him, while he his hungry gaze roved over my breasts, pebbling my sensitive nipples between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Seriously Jonah, no one else gets to see these parts of my body to even know you’re marking me.”
His graze grew dark and intense. “They’d better not,” he warned, and there was a low thread of danger running through his voice.
I swallowed. Jonah had this way of sometimes showing an even darker, more dangerous side to him than I’d ever guessed. Instead of having me flee, it made me want to hold him tighter every time I got a glimpse of it, to pull him closer and comfort him and tell him he would never have to doubt me.
“All of you, every inch of you, is mine. Do you understand?”
“I’m only yours Jonah,” I whispered, knowing he needed to hear those words, needed it from me, and giving him what he wanted.
Hell, I’d give him anything him wanted if I could soothe that feral look in his eyes.
“And you’ll come whenever I call?” he pushed.
“I’ll come whenever you call,” I admitted. “I can’t stay away from you for even a single day, Jonah.”
“Neither can I.”
“And to think I thought you were cold-hearted…” I muttered. “Unfeeling. Intolerable.”
“I am all those things to the world. But I only let you see the real me.”
He held my gaze, and my heart stilled for a moment in my chest, as the moment deepened. Why was he letting me get emotionally close to him?
Why was I not tying up my heart and locking it up instead of letting it run around fluttering with excitement every time Jonah told me how much he wanted me?
My body, I reminded my silly, foolish heart. He only wanted my body.
I knew that look. If I wanted to get back to my next meeting with Rafael at 4:30, I needed to go.
“Too late,” Jonah said, bending his head to take my nipples in his mouth, his wet tongue flicking me while my head dipped back in pleasurable agony. “You’re going to have to skip this meeting,” he muttered against my breath.
“B-but,” I spluttered.
“You promised,” he said, darkly. “To come when I call.”
“You’ve already orgasmed,” I said. “And had me orgasm multiple times already in the past half an hour.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m done with you,” he said. “You’re mine, remember?” he toyed with my waist, his fingers running up and down my thigh.
I ran my hands through his hair as his head dipped and bobbed at my chest, suckling and occasionally clamping down at my breasts. “But you’ll have to skip your meeting too. I seem to remember Kacie informing you that you have a 4:30 p.m. meeting as well.”
I didn’t miss the smile against my breasts, and my eyes flew open horrified, while my hand stilled on his neck. “No,” I breathed, just as Jonah said, “Oh yes.”
“Oh no,” I said, but of course, there was no fighting it.
He held me flush against his chest just as a knock sounded on the door.
“Stay there,” he warned the person outside the door before he looked at me. My eyes crashed into his, before I pleaded with him silently for my clothes.
“You need to earn it first,” he teased, running his fingers up and down my arm. His cock was hardening again, and a voice came in from across the door.
“Tom Mead has just arrived. Should I ask him to wait in the meeting room?” Kacie asked.
“Yes,” he said, eyeing me. He let me go, only a little bit, “Grab your blouse.” I eased out of his grip to reach for it. Even if he wasn’t letting me reach for my bra, the black blouse was coverage enough.
I made to pull it on me, but Jonah stopped it. “Stuff it in your mouth,” he said, just as I glared at him.
“Now.”
The words were low, but stern. I couldn’t do anything but follow them.
He reached for his phone, turning the speakerphone on. “Kacie, I’ll take this meeting on the phone, and I’ll go first. Tom can join later.”
I heard the shock in Kacie’s voice when she responded. “But Dyla—”
“Now, Kacie.”
She fell silent.
Jonah turned to me, muting the phone, “Turn around princess,” he drawled, pointing to the space on his desk. “And I want your skirt off.”
His tone brooked no arguments. Shit. The HR person and someone about to be fired on the phone with us? Was Jonah messing with me?
I lay on the table, and watched as Jonah smiled at me. “Spread your legs, princess. It’s time I feast on your needy cunt.”
I shook my head, mortified, and trying to shut my legs, just as he knelt down on the ground, and gazed at my pussy. He shook his head ruefully, before taking his tie off. “Beautiful,” was all he said before he pulled me to the edge of the table, and brought his head down on my pussy.
My body trembled at the first searing hot touch of his wet tongue on my heated body, before pleasure took over. Wave after wave, while he lapped my pussy, going from my opening up to my swollen clit.
I gasped, my lips parting and my mouth staying open as I tried to grab hold of reality, anything really, while this man plundered my core. I sucked in a sharp breath, no words spilling out at the delicious feeling when Jonah slipped one finger inside me.
This was it. I couldn’t experience anything else that could be better.
“Is this because of Lexi?” I heard a familiar voice ask over the phone and at his voice, I froze.
Dylan was on the line.
My thighs clenched shut before Jonah forced them back open with a growl of his own. As though I’d denied him, instead of myself the pleasure.
Jonah’s hand pressed down on my stomach, as though he wanted to stop me from getting up at the sound of Dylan’s voice. He unmuted the phone before he added a second finger in me, his breath on my swollen clit.
Oh God. I didn’t know if I could take this anymore. Being finger fucked and eaten out by Jonah while he also told off Dylan?
God, take me now.
His fingers were still inside me, moving deftly as I uttered a helpless groan. I couldn’t do anything about this situation, and perhaps… the only thing left for me to do was to just take it.
To enjoy it, like Jonah wanted me to.
So I moved my hips, trying to get him to touch me there, wishing this stupid blouse wasn’t in my mouth and that I could scream at him to hurry up. Or beg for a third finger.
Whichever.
“It’s because of how you harassed one of my employees in the lobby, yes,” Jonah gritted out before swiping his tongue over my wet slit. Oh God. Hearing Jonah tell Dylan off before eating me out was hot beyond my imagination. I was wetter and hotter than I’d ever been in my life.
“Where is she?” I heard Dylan bark while Jonah kept lapping at me steadily, his fingers thrusting faster, pushing me closer to the edge. “I haven’t been able to reach her all day.”
“She’s busy,” Jonah said, while he slowed down, much to my dismay and licked my clit lazily, swirling his tongue over my sensitive bud.
Oh, there was no chance in hell I was going to stop Jonah now.
Instead, I relaxed into his touch, letting my legs fall gently to the sides, and letting out a soft sigh. Jonah had orchestrated this…
“But even if she weren’t, she wouldn’t give you the time of day,” Jonah said, lifting his head only a little, while I feel the urge to moan. This was pure torture… the pleasure he was driving me to and the knowledge of him telling Dylan off at the same time…
“Why?” Dylan challenged. “And how do you know all this?”
Jonah chuckled. “Let’s just say she shares things with me that she hasn’t ever shared with you,” Jonah said, licking my pussy. Oh God. I was close to coming, and Jonah’s grip hardened on my hips, pinning me down firmly.
I was breathing faster now, while Jonah carried on talking to my ex, telling him off with a cold manner that completely defied the passion he was driving me to.
Jonah lazily twirled his tongue on my throbbing clit and my back arched on the hard table. My mouth sagged open, and the balled up blouse fell out just as a moan tore from my lips.
Dylan paused mid-sentence. “What was that?” he asked just before Jonah muted the call on his end before his hand slipped up from my hips to my mouth. The grip of his fingers was mild, but I knew this for what it was. Stay silent.
I nodded, and Jonah stuffed my blouse back into my mouth, before unmuting the call.
I wanted to sit up, but Jonah’s hand moved back down to my waist. His grip was strong, his head dipping back down between my thighs, and I was closer to deliriousness again with every commanding, authoritative flick of his tongue.
Oh god. I’d been brought to orgasm two times already today, and I was on the brink of my third, and what promised to be wildest.
“Remember this, Dylan. Lexi and you are over.”
I felt dazed, my only focus on moving my hips so that I could finish this, bucking against his mouth to speed things up. But Jonah’s tongue, which always knew how to bring me to orgasm in minutes, was taking its own sweet time today, licking and sucking. Punishing me by drawing it out.
As though he wanted to take his anger out on me and Dylan.
“As my employee,” Jonah gritted out, raising his head. “Lexi belongs to me now.”
I whimpered, before forcing myself to focus on my breath, on something in the room that would help me get through this silently. I was close to gagging, and while I scanned the room desperately, I found a reflection of us in the rectangular metal light fixture up top.
I could see the wavy dark blond hair of Jonah’s head, and my pale legs spread over his shoulders. My nipples were pebbled, and my skin glistening, and my hair fanning out around me.
Jonah lifted his head for a torturous moment, before coming back down on me. “Never forget that, Dylan.”
In a few frantic flicks of his tongue, I came, the ball of pressure that had built up in me exploding, as waves of pressure rolled off me.
I lay on the desk, my body tired and limp, while my pulse pounded in my ears. I felt relaxed and blissful like never before. This was the best thing I’d ever have done to me.
Jonah withdrew his fingers from me and stood up.
The moment Dylan hung up the call, Jonah’s eyes crashed into mine. His mouth was wet, my own eyes were watery from what I’d just heard.
“You’ve got to get better at following orders, my princess,” Jonah whispered darkly.
“Then teach me,” I whispered hoarsely, aroused at the thought of doing this again. “Again and again until…”
“Until?”
“Until I can be the one telling Dylan off the next time you’re eating me out,” I said, half-scandalized and half-emboldened my idea.
“Is that a challenge?”
I nodded.
“Well, then, seems like we have a long road ahead of us,” he said, carrying me in his arms and taking me to his couch before dropping me down and lying down next to me, on his side. “One I’m going to enjoy very much.”
I kissed him, desperate to have his lips on mine. I tasted myself on his lips, taking my time to lick them off nicely before the kiss turned wild, filled with a need I didn’t know I was capable of.
How did Jonah unlock things in me that I didn’t know I ever wanted?
Thank goodness I never wanted more than just sex.