Chapter 9 Elizabeth
ELIZABETH
The fire snaps and spits behind us, but it’s nothing compared to the crackle under my skin when his mouth claims mine.
His lips are firm, commanding, and the way he tilts my head back makes me gasp before his tongue sweeps inside, slow and deliberate, tasting me like he has all night to learn my flavor.
His hand fists in my hair, tugging just enough to sting as he angles me closer. When he finally pulls back, I’m panting, chasing his mouth like I’ve forgotten how to breathe without him.
“You’re a fucking vision,” Jon murmurs, voice hoarse, thumb dragging along my bottom lip before dipping inside. I suck on the pad of his finger without thinking, and the groan that rumbles out of him makes my thighs clench.
Heat floods my cheeks, but I don’t look away this time. His eyes are burning, daring me to hide.
Buttons pop loose under my fingers as I work his shirt open, my pulse skittering when the fabric slides off broad shoulders and down sculpted arms. His chest is warm and hard beneath my palms, salt-and-pepper hair dusting muscle that feels carved for my hands alone.
Instead of hesitating, he grips my wrists, presses them to the blankets, and kisses down my throat—rough, hungry kisses that leave me dizzy. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to ruin you like this?”
I moan, arching up, and he releases my hands only to shove my sweater over my head. My bra is a flimsy excuse for clothing, black lace stretched over nipples already pebbling in the cool air. His gaze locks there, dark and starving.
I fumble at the clasp, but he shakes his head, hooking one thick finger under the center and snapping it open himself. The bra slides away, and his mouth is on me before I can exhale—hot tongue flicking, teeth grazing, lips closing hard around a nipple.
My back bows off the blankets. “Jon…” My voice is high, desperate.
He cups both breasts, thumbs circling, squeezing, coaxing me until I’m slick between my thighs. Every stroke of his mouth drags a shiver down my spine, pooling low, making me grind against the hard bulge straining his pants.
“You’re trembling,” he growls against my skin, moving lower, kissing across my ribs and down my stomach. “You think I don’t feel how wet you are already?”
My nails rake his shoulders, hips bucking, and he pins me with a hand to my belly, eyes flicking up to catch mine. “Patience, Lizzy. You’ll get all of me—but you’re going to beg for it first.”
His hand presses harder into my stomach, keeping me pinned as his mouth drags lower, tongue leaving a wet trail down the line of my navel. The blankets rustle under us as I squirm, desperate, but he doesn’t let me move an inch.
“Jon, please—”
“Shh.” His voice is a growl. “You’ll get what I give you.”
My skirt is bunched at my waist in one rough tug, panties clinging damp between my thighs. He hooks a finger in the lace, pulls it aside, and the cold air hits me. I whimper, hips jerking.
The sound he makes when he sees me—low, primal, like a man starved—has me dripping. “Fuck, look at you. Slick and swollen. All this for me?”
“Yes—God, yes.” My nails dig into the blankets.
He doesn’t waste another second. His mouth crashes down between my thighs, hot tongue flattening against my clit before flicking sharp, fast strokes that make me cry out. The wet sound of him eating me fills the cabin, obscene slurps and groans as if he’s been waiting years to taste me.
“Jon—oh my God—” My voice is high, broken, every nerve ending sparking as he locks my hips down with one iron grip. His tongue slides lower, spearing inside me, curling and fucking me with messy, hungry strokes before dragging back up to circle my clit again.
I can’t stop the noise. Gasps, whines, helpless moans tumble out of me as the fire pops in the background. My thighs clamp tight around his head, and he only growls into me, sending vibrations straight through my core.
“Don’t stop—please don’t stop—”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, hard, rough, tongue lashing it as his fingers finally slide inside me—thick, relentless, curling against that spot that makes me see white.
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he grits out between licks. “Gonna stretch you open on my cock after this. But first—I’m gonna make you come all over my mouth.”
The way he says it, low and commanding, undoes me.
My back arches off the floor, a strangled cry ripping from my throat as my orgasm slams through me.
My pussy clenches around his fingers, wet gush soaking them as he doesn’t stop—tongue still brutal, fingers pumping harder, dragging every last shudder out of me until I’m boneless and gasping.
He finally pulls back, lips and chin glistening, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before smirking down at me. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
The orgasm still wracks me, aftershocks twitching through my thighs, but something snaps in me when I see him leaning back on his heels, chest rising, lips slick with me.
“Oh, no,” I pant, sitting up, grabbing his shirtless torso with shaky hands. “You don’t get to have all the fun.”
His brows lift, silver eyes narrowing in surprise, but before he can speak I’m on him, pushing him back onto the blanket fort he made. His head hits the pillow with a grunt, and I crawl up his body, kissing hard, tasting myself on his tongue.
He tries to flip me—of course he does—but I press him down with both palms on his chest, straddling his hips. “My turn,” I whisper, voice dark with want.
“Lizzy—” His warning cuts off in a hiss when I slide lower, dragging my nails down his ribs, my kisses burning a line across the hard plane of his stomach. His abs tighten under my mouth, and when I get to his belt, my hands are already shaking with the need to free him.
I tug it loose, pop the button, drag down the zipper slow, just to watch him grind his teeth. His cock strains against black briefs, thick, long, the outline enough to make me swallow hard.
I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull them down, and when he springs free, my lips part with a sharp intake of breath. Big, flushed, veined, already wet at the tip.
“You’ve been hiding this from me?” I murmur, biting my lip. “Selfish.”
He chuckles darkly, but it breaks into a groan when I wrap my fist around him. Hot. Heavy. Perfect. I stroke once, twice, savoring the hiss of his breath through clenched teeth.
Then I lower my mouth.
The first swirl of my tongue around his head has him swearing, hand shooting into my hair. The sound of me sucking him in, sloppy and wet, fills the cabin louder than the fire. I bob lower, taking more, saliva coating my lips, dripping down my chin as I work him deeper.
“Fuck, Lizzy…” His voice is rough, strangled. His hips twitch up but I press my palm against his stomach, keeping him down, showing him I’m in control now.
I hollow my cheeks, slide all the way down until my throat flutters around him, and he lets out a growl that rattles through his chest.
The fire crackles. My mouth works faster, wetter, sloppier, obscene slurps echoing as I pump what I can’t take with my hand. My eyes water, but I don’t stop, moaning around him just to feel the vibration rip another curse out of him.
When I pull back, gasping, a string of spit connects my lips to his cock. I lick it up, smirking up at him. “Still think you’re in charge?”
His jaw ticks, eyes blazing. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.”
And before I can taunt him again, his hand fists tighter in my hair. His growl is low, feral. “Enough.”
Before I can protest, he hauls me up off his cock and onto his lap in one motion, my skirt riding high, panties pushed aside with impatient fingers. His mouth crashes to mine, tongue ruthless, his teeth catching my lip as his other hand clamps around my breast, kneading hard.
Then he’s lining himself up, not giving me time to think, and with one thrust he spears into me.
I gasp, the sound almost a cry, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fills me to the hilt. Hot, thick, stretching me wide. My head falls back, the firelight painting his skin gold as he grips my hips and drives up again, harder, faster, like he’s been waiting all night to claim me.
The blanket nest beneath us shakes with every slam of his hips. The wet slap of flesh on flesh mingles with my ragged moans, his grunts, the crackle of flames. He fucks me like he owns me, like my body is just another deal he’s closing, ruthless and unstoppable.
“Jon—oh god—” My voice breaks, my words dissolving into breathless cries as he pistons up into me, hitting deep, grinding just right against my clit with every thrust.
“Look at me,” he orders, voice gravel and steel. I force my eyes open, and his silver stare burns through me, dangerous and consuming. His hand slides from my hip up to my throat, holding me there, not tight, just enough to remind me who’s in control.
The coil inside me snaps. My orgasm tears through me hard, my body clamping around him, convulsing as I scream his name. My thighs shake, my nails rake red lines down his back, and I’m lost in the raw heat of him.
He doesn’t slow. He growls into my ear, his pace brutal as he fucks me through it, dragging every last spasm from me until I’m trembling, boneless in his arms.
Then with a final, savage thrust, he buries himself deep, his cock pulsing as he spills inside me with a guttural curse.
His forehead crashes against mine, sweat-slick, both of us gasping, shuddering, clutching each other like we’ll break apart if we let go. Together, we collapse onto the blankets and try to steady our breathing. I face the fire as he lies behind me.
It’s hard now for me to wrap my head around everything that just transpired. I actually had sex with Jonathan Clark …
I want this night to last a lifetime. His arms wrapped tightly around me from behind, with only a sheet now covering our naked bodies. The fire continues to flicker, keeping us warm.
After we regain the ability to speak, Jon leans forward and kisses my neck once more, and I snuggle further into him. “So,” he begins. “Is this what you meant by keeping things professional?”
His question leaves me laughing so hard that my abdominal muscles begin to ache. It doesn’t take long for him to join in the laughter as I playfully nudge him.
“Shush,” I remark.
After the laughter dies down, he sighs and nuzzles back into me from behind. “If I’m being honest, I never really wanted that, but you did, and I wanted you to be happy. Hell, if I had it my way, I’d keep it this way forever.”
I can’t help the intrusive thoughts that are rushing into my mind as he speaks. What if this could last forever? Would that be such a terrible thing?