Chapter 20 Jonathan
JONATHAN
It’s just another day, I tell myself, though the lie tastes flat. I’m slouched on my leather couch, staring at the pile of contracts I hauled home like a good little workaholic. They sit untouched, spread across my coffee table like unwanted Christmas decorations.
I’d shut the office early, given everyone two full days off to spend with family, and for what? To sit here in silence, chewing on ghosts.
The holiday’s never been kind since my father passed. He and I used to spend it together, whiskey and terrible Christmas movies, our own private tradition. Now it’s just me, the quiet, and the temptation to polish off a bottle by myself.
The clock ticks too loud. The refrigerator hums like it’s mocking me.
I stand, restless, and pad to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Snow drifts thick and lazy past the glass, settling over Manhattan in a blanket of lights and bustle.
Families swarm Rockefeller Center, kids skating in clumsy circles, couples kissing under the tree. My forehead rests against the cold pane, and for one second, I consider staying like that until the new year. Frozen, undisturbed.
Then—knock, knock.
I jerk upright. My building isn’t exactly easy to get into. Either you’ve got a key, or my doorman clears you. I frown, stride to the door, and glance through the peephole. And my pulse spikes because it’s Lizzy.
She’s standing there in a long black coat that glints like wet ink, curls spilling wild around her face, heels that do unspeakable things to my imagination. In her hand: a red gift bag, glossy and oversized. I just wrench the door open.
“What are you doing here?” My voice comes out rougher than I intend, but I can’t stop the grin tugging at my mouth.
She smiles—soft, nervous, like she wasn’t sure I’d want her. “I’m sorry to drop in unannounced, but I… I brought you something.”
She steps inside, heels clicking against my hardwood. The quiet in my penthouse cracks like ice, replaced instantly by the scent of her perfume.
She sets the bag on my kitchen island, slips her coat from her shoulders in one smooth motion, and suddenly my apartment doesn’t feel like a tomb anymore.
Reaching inside the bag, she pulls out a tin decorated with snowmen and holds it out like an offering. “Merry Christmas, Jon.”
I take it from her hand, fingers brushing hers, and for the first time all damn day, I don’t feel alone.
Inside is an array of different cookies that instantly fill my penthouse with a delicious smell.
“Dani and I made them.” Grabbing one, I take a bite, and it brings me back to one of the last times I spent Christmas with my father.
While we didn’t bake them, one of his neighbors dropped some cookies off, and we had them with dinner.
Lizzy doesn’t even realize what this means to me. “Thank you so much.” The coldness that blanketed me suddenly melts away just by her presence. “What else is in the bag?” I ask.
Smiling, her cheeks redden as she stares up at me. “Oh,” she begins. “That’s for later. But I do have one gift I wanted you to have now.”
Curiously, I watch as she undoes the tie that is keeping her coat closed. She slips it off her shoulders and it hits the floor. My knees feel weak, and my jaw nearly drops to the floor, joining her coat.
Her hands land on her hips as she flaunts her Christmas-themed bra and panty set with a sheer red overcoat that leaves nothing to the imagination.
All of this is paired with black heels and her brown curls. I forget everything I’ve been thinking about for the entire day in just seconds after seeing her like this.
“So, how do I look?”
She looks so stunning and sexy. I can’t even muster up words to answer her, so I just nod as my mouth hangs wide open. Without warning, I scoop her up into my arms, fireman style, and she shrieks excitedly as I carry her swiftly toward the bedroom.
Once we reach my bed, I toss her down gently on my black, satin sheets and bite my bottom lip as I take in her beauty. Seeing her in my bed is something I could definitely get used to.
Having her show up when I feel at my lowest during the holiday season just shows how incredible she really is.
I want to show her how much I appreciate everything she does for me, even if she doesn’t know she’s doing it. I want her to feel even a glimpse of how good she makes me feel on a daily basis.
Before climbing on the bed along with her, I turn and walk over to my dresser, pulling open the small top drawer and looking down at the variety of neckties I’ve accumulated over the years.
Grabbing the two softest ones I own, I turn back around and slowly make my way back to Lizzy. “And what are those for, Mr. Clark?” she asks seductively.
Smirking deviously, I nod my head, gesturing for her to scoot up on the bed, and as she follows my silent directions, I climb onto the bed and straddle her. I take each wrist and delicately tie my ties around them, attaching the other end to the posts on either side of my headboard.
As she lies beneath me, left defenseless, the only thing I want to do is take control of her body, paying special attention to every single inch of her skin to make her feel good.
“Do you trust me?” As I peer down at her, she bites her bottom lip softly and nods yes.
Leaning over to my nightstand, I reach into the drawer and pull out a sleep mask I use sometimes when I can’t shut my brain off. Then I place it over her eyes, leaving her in the dark.
As I slide down her body, my fingertips lightly trail on her skin, causing her to gasp every time I touch a sensitive spot. For a moment, I stop at the end of the bed and look at her beauty as she lies in the lingerie she chose just for me.
I want to take her, make her my own, but right now, I want to please her.
Lowering myself down onto the bed, I slide my face between her legs, kissing the skin on her thighs as I slide up closer. My finger runs down her panties directly over her slit and her hips jerk slightly as her lips part, releasing another light gasp.
As I tease her over her panties, I feel how excited it’s making her as it soaks the cloth that is separating me from her.
As badly as I want to restrain myself, I ultimately lose the teasing battle, and my finger hooks under the strings that lie on her hips and slides her thong down her legs and onto the floor.
I feel myself growing harder against the bed as I slide my finger into her slit, finding her clit instantly, causing her to jolt once more. I’ve never had the experience of being tied up or having a blindfold on, but I can only imagine from her reaction that it only heightens every touch.
My finger travels further down, and I slip it into her, feeling just how ready she is for me. As my finger curls up against her spot, my tongue lands on her clit, and I am instantly taken back to the first time we spent the night together in the cabin.
She seemed to thoroughly enjoy humming before, so I decide to bring that back and begin humming low for the extra vibrations to hit every nerve ending possible. My eyes peer up at her, and she grips the ties, pulling as her head falls back harder against the pillow, and she moans.
Her hips start moving in a downward motion against my mouth, telling me silently to keep going just the way that I am. But selfishly, I pull my finger out of her and my tongue travels to her dripping hole and laps up every bit of her sweet nectar.
“Oh my God!” she cries out, and her body begins to wriggle against my tongue. “Jon …”
I can tell she wants to run her hands through my hair as she struggles against her restraints. In an instant, as if hearing her moan my name is the green light my body needs, I climb to my knees and grab her legs, pulling her closer to me, yet further from the headboard.
With her arms stretched and her eyes still covered, I slide my pants down and press the head of my cock gently against her opening before sliding it up and down her lips. The head of my erection slides into her, but I stop there, pulling back out before sliding slightly in again.
The sensation is teasing me as well, but it’s worth watching her squirm. I want her to beg for me. She struggles trying to push herself further onto me, and I can see she is close to caving.
“Tell me what you want,” I say in a raspy tone. “Tell me what you need …”
She whimpers as her hips still try to rock back and forth. Her walls tighten around my tip, almost sending me over the edge. I’m close to begging too.
“I need you,” she cries. “I need to feel all of you. Please.” As she says please, I push deep into her, causing us both to groan. She’s soaking by the time I give in, and I know it won’t take me long to reach my own climax.
The downfall is that I want to make this last, but the passion between us is too strong, and my body has a mind of its own when it comes to Lizzy.
As I thrust into her again, she raises her hips slightly, allowing me to bottom out completely, and my eyes nearly roll in the back of my head.
I’ve found my spot, the one that will surely make me explode every single time, and she knows it, so she does the same motion when I thrust deep.
My hips take over, and the thrusts quicken. I’m screaming in my mind to hold out until she’s close, but I worry that I won’t last. My breath catches in my throat, and I pull out completely as I threaten to finish before her.
Reaching forward frantically as if my life depended on it, I untie her wrist, and she pulls off the mask. She throws her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a deep kiss, and her thighs wrap tightly around my waist.
“I need you,” she whispers in my ear as I pull back after the kiss. Her hand reaches down, gripping my now throbbing cock, and she pushes it back inside of her. She practically sucks me in and my legs feel weak.
If she keeps this up, I won’t be able to hold on another minute. My thumb finds her clit and I massage as I keep thrusting. She screams again, my room now filling with the sweet sound of her voice.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpers breathily, but I hadn’t planned on that.
“I want you to come with me,” I groan as I press my forehead to hers. Her eyes stare into mine, and her brows dip as pleasure warps her face.
A few more thrusts, and her legs tighten around me. As if in perfect unison, we both gasp as I let go, and I fall over the edge, landing in what feels like a lake of ecstasy. Her nails dig into my back as she cries out one last time.
It still shocks me that I can have such strong chemistry with another person. Until I met her, it was a myth in my mind.
Lizzy makes it fun, not a race to the finish line. She makes me want to take my time and want to see her feel pleasure.
“God, you’re incredible,” I say as I pull out and collapse next to her on the bed. I look up at the ties still attached to the headboard and chuckle.
“What?” she questions as she rolls over to face me.
“I’ve always wanted to try that with someone. I think it unlocked something in me.”
Smiling, she grabs the sheet that has been pushed down to the edge of the bed and covers her legs. “I never did that before, either. It was fun. But I can say with confidence that I’ve never been comfortable with anyone else to give them full freedom.”
Her reassurance makes me feel warm inside. She trusts me enough to give me full access to her body and not hurt her.
Honestly, I feel the same way.
Lizzy truly is the most amazing person I’ve ever met.