32. Lina
Lina
I woke up, thirsty and sweating. A guttural groan tumbled out of me as I pushed away the plush blanket and the chest my face was pressed against. I stumbled out of bed and took careful steps down the stairs, making my way into my kitchen for a cool glass of water.
I tried stifling the shivers rattling up and down my spine at the loss of my warm bed and the blazing hot body sleeping next to me. The late February afternoon air was crisp, fresh, and still too cold.
To bring back some warmth into my bones, I grabbed two of the large, thick sea salt double chocolate chip cookies Julie brought by earlier. I put them onto a sheet of parchment paper and tossed them in my toaster oven. While waiting, I heated up a cup of milk to warm my still shivering body.
Julie caught us by surprise when she and Andy came by to hand me the cookies.
Jonathan had answered the door. I didn’t know what to say to them, but Jonathan simply nodded at his sister and her husband.
I expected them to be shocked and wide-eyed, but they looked pleased and excited instead.
Had Jonathan already told them about us?
Mary and Eric had already put the obvious together after last week’s fiasco. There was nothing to deny—Jonathan had shown up at my door with flowers, breakfast, coffee, and a purpling hickey and bite mark on his neck. We were together.
The toaster oven dinged, tugging me out of my thoughts. I carefully pulled out my cookies with a spatula, enjoying the heat flowing from the toaster oven and the rich chocolatey scent filling the air.
“Why do you look like you’re ready to commit a crime with the way you’re smiling?” asked Jonathan.
I jumped, almost dropping one of the cookies. I glared at him as he came up behind me, practically naked. When we got back, I was ready for a pasta-induced coma even though Jonathan had more planned for our day today. With my exhaustion, we agreed to a thirty-minute nap.
I had changed into a comfy T-shirt and lounge shorts while he insisted on stripping down to his boxer briefs.
The thirty-minute power nap we were supposed to have turned into three hours.
Now, we were standing in the middle of my kitchen with sleep-mussed hair and goosebumps prickling across our skin from the chill of my home.
The gilded rays of the sunset glimmered across my kitchen counter and onto Jonathan.
I took him in. He looked delectable, the way his broad shoulders and defined, well-maintained body tapered into a pair of black boxer briefs.
A sly smirk danced on his lips. I turned back, breaking a cookie in half to marvel at the dark chocolate goo seeping out to distract myself.
I groaned. “Go away.”
Before I could step away from his hard marble pectorals brushing up against my shoulder, he snatched half of the baked good from my hand.
“Hey!” I yelled as he blew air over his half of the cookie before shoving a bite into his mouth.
Melted chocolate lightly oozed from the corners of his lips, dripping down his chin when he pulled his hand away from his mouth.
The motion was so simple, and yet it dragged my desire to taste him with the flat of my tongue to the center of my mind.
Jonathan threw his head back, moaning for a moment as my lower belly clenched.
I watched his throat work, his Adam’s apple bobbing. When he finally opened his eyes, he was looking at me—the same way he would when his tongue was diving into my core.
I slowly ate my half of the warm cookie still between my fingers, letting the rich, bittersweet, and light saltiness of it envelop my senses.
I groaned at how well the flavors harmonized together in this delicious, mouthwatering masterpiece.
Its flavor sat on my taste buds for a few more seconds before I swallowed.
Jonathan’s chest expanded with a deep inhale, but I paid that part of his body no mind as I stepped closer to him. We both shoved the last bit of cookie we had left into our mouths, chewing slowly and methodically. Tiny remnants of melted chocolate still dripped from the corners of our lips.
I stepped even closer to Jonathan, and his eyes darkened with a mischievous glint.
Without a single sound or breath, I leaned across the sliver of distance between us and brought out my tongue.
I skimmed it across the tops of his firm chest muscles, catching the melted dark chocolate that had lightly drizzled there into my mouth along with the salt on his skin.
Jonathan shuddered out a breath when I continued to lick across his chest. I placed one of my hands on his abs, trailing it down to the base of his pelvis where the waistband of his boxer briefs sat on his hips. A groan bellowed from him with a tight twist of his face.
“I’d like something else just as sweet right now,” I said, letting my fingers dance against the veins protruding south along his lower pelvis.
Jonathan hummed, silently cocking a brow at me.
I smiled, drawing my fingers up across the dips and valleys of his abs to his chest. I brushed my thumb over one of his erect nipples. “I’m well rested and well fed,” I cooed.
His hand came up and threaded through my hair at the base of my head before gripping it.
He didn’t say anything to me as he pulled me into a deep, longing kiss.
I moaned into his mouth excitedly. His other hand pawed over my breasts and ass; I arched and pressed my body further into him. Our kiss tasted of chocolate and salt.
We stumbled back into the kitchen counter. A chuckle rippled from Jonathan as he pulled away from my lips.
“Fuck, Lina,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking cruel.”
His sex stirred against my stomach, and I smiled. “How so?”
He leaned back in and ghosted his lips over mine, breath hot over the curve of my mouth. “You’re torturing me.”
I laughed, reaching down. My heart raced as I palmed his growing length. Jonathan groaned softly, eyes turning murky black.
“I’d like to relieve you from your torture. Time for another lesson, Professor Lo.”
“Mmm hmm,” he hummed. The grip he had on my scalp tightened. “I’m going to teach you to do your worst with that snarky and pretty little mouth, Lina Lee.”
“Tell me what to do, sir,” I murmured. In a swift movement, he pulled out his hardening dick. His hand beckoned for mine.
“Give me your hand,” he said. With a shaky breath, I placed my hand in his. He guided me to his body, drawing my hand over his lower stomach. “Are you nervous?”
I swallowed thickly, glancing at how quickly his shaft thickened. “A little, yes. I even did a little bit of research.”
Jonathan’s brows arched, amused, as he spat into my hand. A wide, mischievous grin pulled across his wet lips. His eyes glittered playfully. “I didn’t realize I gave you some homework to do.”
“I wanted to do a good job for that A+, sir,” I cooed.
“Drop to your knees.” He ordered with a firm voice.
I eagerly did as he demanded, with one of my hands gripping his hips.
Once I was in position, I dragged the hand he spat in over his shaft, letting his saliva coat it in a thin sheen.
I pumped him with the same intensity he did last week in the car.
Tight and fast, exactly how he liked it.
He moaned, placing his hand over mine, and slowing me down. He shook his head.
“Teacher’s pet,” he said in a deep grumble.
“You don’t like it?” I asked as his hand directed mine in this slow, unhurried motion.
“No, I like this. But,” Jonathan said, “you should consider paying your professor some respect by giving him a kiss. Don’t be shy, give me your tongue as well.”
Silently, his gaze dropped to his blood-hot length. It twitched excitedly in my face when I looked directly at it. Without hesitation, I leaned in and placed a small peck on it and licked across the slit of his dick with the flat of my tongue.
My boyfriend groaned as his hand tightened around mine while the other gripped the base of my skull. “Lina,” he whimpered, breathless.
At the sound of my name in that light and feathery gasp, my chest swelled with pride. Jonathan looked down at me with shimmering eyes. I watched him heave. He nodded slowly with a shaky breath.
“Good girl,” he managed to say. “Exactly like that. Now use that pretty mouth to suck my tip. Be mindful of your teeth though. Unless you want to bite my cock off, then that’ll be a different story.”
I smiled, bringing his slit to my tongue and began lapping away. Jonathan threw his head back, moaning. I pulled his tip into my mouth and sucked. His grip around my hand tightened, changing the slow pace he just set into a faster one.
“Like that,” he murmured. “And don’t forget to use your tongue to—”
I flicked my tongue from the underside of the head and back to his slit again. He swallowed a breath. His shaft was now thick and hard. I moaned as my clit began to throb.
He groaned again, moving my hand over his shaft from the base of his dick to where my lips were in an unforgivingly tight, accelerated clasp. I sucked, licked, and continued to moan at the pride surging through me in waves. I was the one making him like this, and I wanted more of it.
“I’m going to—” he panted when he suddenly erupted into my mouth.
Surprised by the thick, blazing river of ejaculation now spurting and filling my mouth to the brim, I pulled away, unable to swallow it.
Because of my sensitive gag reflex, I coughed and wheezed for air, tears clinging to the corner of my eyes.
Creamy, white streams of Jonathan’s ejaculation dribbled down my chin and onto the tops of my breasts as he looked on.
His gaze darkened despite the regret etched into the furrow between his brows. He leaned down and grabbed my chin softly.
“I’m sorry,” he said at once. “I tried to give you a warning, but I came before I could even finish the sentence.”
“It’s okay,” I said, shaking my head.