25. Lina
Lina
I slipped my hand out of his hold, laughing. “You’re such a fucking slut, Jonathan Lo,” I crooned.
His hand came up to push my hair out of my face, fingers ghosting over the corners of my lips.
“Become my slut tamer then.” His words came out in this deep, guttural voice that drenched my panties. “Mark me.”
I gasped as he leaned toward me, pulling me over the center console without a single ounce of struggle so I could straddle his lap.
Before I could complain about the steering wheel digging into my back, Jonathan suddenly pushed and reclined his seat all the way back.
I yelped, colliding into his hard chest as his arms circled around my waist over my coat.
I sighed, pushing myself off him and peeling off the leather coat I wore, throwing it haphazardly in the back seat. I looked at him; his hands were still resting politely on my hips where my dress covered me.
“Touch me,” I breathed from my upright position. “Jonathan, I want you to touch me.”
I grabbed his hand and brought him to my bare thighs and back.
His heat on my skin where I wanted him to be made me quiver.
My lips fell open, about to moan, when the sound died at the back of my throat as he pulled his hands away.
They made their way up to my jaw and, with a tug, forced me to look him in the eyes.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Lina. Mark me first,” he grumbled, insistent. “Exactly the same way I did you.”
I thought for a moment about where I’d want to mark him. Where would I leave my branding? I smirked at his flushed cheeks and messy hair. He looked almost boyish—and I imagined this was what he would’ve looked like if we’d done this in high school.
His sharp eyes were nearly swallowed by an inky jet black as he observed me.
I felt a twitch from his hard dick under my right thigh.
However, I paid it no mind as I plunged into the sea I previously knew as the man who despised me.
I headed straight for the beacon on his body that called out to me.
His Adam’s apple.
“Fuck, Lina,” he groaned from under me.
I sucked and licked the salt from his skin. He trembled under me, gasping for air. His hips began undulating under me, and I didn’t understand why he was rocking back and forth until I felt his manhood pulsate against my inner thighs.
Jonathan let a low, primal groan escape his wide and searing-hot lips. My lower belly clenched. The apex of where my thighs met began to throb and ache.
I moaned at the friction he created with his hips. He heard the pleasure in my muffled voice and began to grind rougher into me. A familiar pressure began to build in the deep pit of my stomach, coiling tighter and tighter.
Scared, I pushed away, heaving.
Jonathan watched me with a murky yet worried gaze. With knitted brows and a frown tugging on his kissable lips, his hand cupped my face tenderly. I leaned into his gentle warmth, sighing.
“What’s wrong, Lina? Did I hurt you?”
“You were about to make me climax, but I—”
My voice caught in my throat as he suddenly pulled away. His cheeks flared with regret. “If you’re uncomfortable, we can stop.” His voice was as soft and gentle as his caress across my heated skin.
My gaze traveled down as did Jonathan’s. The thick dick pressed against my thigh pulsed for a heartbeat under me, with the apex of my thighs pulsing to the same tune as his sex not just a second later.
The breath I let out trembled. “I’m not uncomfortable. I like it.”
He reached out to hold my hands gently. “Then, what’s wrong?”
The apples of my cheeks warmed as Jonathan kissed each of my fingertips, waiting patiently. “I’m scared.” I pulled one of my hands from his grasp, settling it over where my pubic bone lay. “I’ve never done anything like this with anyone else before. Just myself, with my own fingers.”
Jonathan’s breath softened, as did his gaze. “We can take it slow, Lina. Until you trust me, we won’t do anything. Promise.”
“I do trust you. It’s just . . . I’m a virgin and inexperienced. I—” My body ignited in flames. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m probably not doing it right, and I-I’m sorry.”
He reached up with both of his hands, pulling me into a sweet kiss. “Why are you apologizing? There’s no right or wrong when it comes to sex and pleasure. If you feel good, then that’s all that matters.”
I shuddered out a breath. “Show me how you do it first.”
“Me? No, I want to take care of you first.”
I pulled back from him with a thick swallow, placing my hand over his chest. My fingers danced along the dip and valleys of his hard muscles across his toned stomach and straight to his pelvis. His smooth hips thrust toward my caress with a ragged groan from his lips.
“Show me, Jonathan.”
He smirked up at me, eyes glittering despite the darkness in this vehicle. “You want to see how my cock twitches and aches for you, don’t you?”
I nodded, swallowing again. That was enough for him to pull me back into a heated kiss. With a soft tap to my rear, he said, “Unbutton my shirt, Lina, while I bring out my cock for you to see.”
“And?”
His smile curled tighter. “And?”
I arched my brows at him, crossing my arms across my chest. “My reward?”
A deep, hoarse laugh rumbled out of him. He tilted his head coyly, cocking a brow at me. “I suggest you do as I say, Miss Lee. I’ll reward you well.”
He stuck out his tongue, wide and flat. I didn’t need further explanation.
I unbuttoned his shirt as he requested, hands shaking.
He chuckled. I barely made it to the third button when Jonathan undid his belt buckle with a loud clang and tugged his boxers down.
His dick leaped out, blazing hot and red, the tip brushing over my dripping panties. We groaned in tandem.
“Fuck, Lina. You’re drenched.” He swallowed down a gasp as his hands held my hip.
His voice was a mere echo as I marveled at the girthy limb he released into the wild. It twitched under my gaze, practically weeping, a drop of fluid immediately budding at its red tip.
I wanted to touch it.
“May I?” I asked, pulling my hand to ghost over it.
Jonathan leaned back in his seat, sighing, “Yes, yes. Please.”
I curiously brushed my finger over it, spreading the liquid over its heated tip as he moaned. Another bud formed like it was an endless, dripping faucet—drop after drop beaded until it filled the space. I watched his face contort with another pant.
“Is this pre-ejaculate?” I asked, thinking of all those hours spent in physiology class.
“Yes. Pre-cum,” he breathed.
I spread the drop across his tip again. “Interesting.”
His chest heaved. “Your touch is too soft. Like this, Lina.”
He knocked my fingers away lightly. With a lewd spit into his hand, he formed a tight fist over the tip of his cock and stroked it in quick succession. A groan rumbled from him, and I could feel my inner thighs becoming slick.
“Fast,” he swallowed as we looked into each other’s eyes. Both our gazes were dark, flickering with desire—but his were hazed over with blazing flames. “I like it tight and fast.”
“Like how I will feel?” I asked.
Jonathan smirked. The hand he still had on my hip moved, fingers sliding down to the hem of my dress. “Lina, there’s nothing compared to your tight, wet little cunt. May I?”
“Yes.”
With a fast pump of his length, his other hand slipped under my dress and straight to my panty-covered entrance. His name ripped out of me in a breathless moan. “Jonathan.”
“So wet,” he heaved. “So fucking wet.”
His abdominal muscles tightened gracefully with every rough pump, his fingers slipping and sliding over my slit.
“Are you enjoying the show?” he asked, breathless.
His finger danced his way from my slit to my apex. When he flicked my clitoris, I almost toppled over him with a whimper. “Yes. Every moment of it.”
Our shallow, ragged breaths ghosted one another’s faces as he pumped himself and palmed me for another second. Without any hesitation, he pulled his fingers from me to take hold of one of my hands and wrapped it around his neck.
“Choke me and watch me come for you.” He writhed under me as his hand continued to guide me where to apply pressure. His face twisted into a tight knot, his chest heaving. “Lina, look at what you do to me—”
The jerk of his hand over his sex became quicker and more violent. I did as he commanded without hesitation. I applied pressure exactly as he showed me along the sides of his windpipe. His body tensed. Suddenly, blazing streams of milky release erupted from him, spurting all over my black dress.
Jonathan’s groan echoed as I released him. In our dark, tiny corner of the world, his eyes rolled behind his eyes in euphoria as more came out with his continuous pumps. He eventually collapsed in his seat once he was spent.
Our breaths worked in unison, rough and uneven for a long second. The fog in his eyes lifted as a gleam in them winked at me.
“Your turn,” he stated. “Turn around and sit your ass in my lap.”
I obeyed his demand, albeit clumsily; I struggled to be graceful in our limited space. Jonathan took no notice of it. He groaned impatiently when I was too slow to take my seat.
His arm roped around my waist and yanked me against him. My bare back pressed against his searing, naked chest. The temperature of my body skyrocketed, and sweat began to bead over my skin. Still, his hands stayed politely on my thighs, rubbing circles into my skin with his thumbs to relax me.
“I want to touch you. Would that be alright?” he asked. I looked at him—at the raw tenderness in his eyes. “You are allowed to say no, Lina. Say the word, and I’ll stop. I’ll clean you up, take you home, and make sure you’re good before I leave.”
My hand enclosed around his and brought his fingers up to push back my dress. That simple movement exposed the brand-new black lace panties I wore to the humid, damp air of the car. His breath shuddered in my ear when I guided him under the waistband of my soaked lingerie.
I pushed his fingertips where my sex was throbbing as I brushed my lips against his ear with a light rasp. “Teach me, Professor Lo.”