Chapter 4 Jonas
FOUR
JONAS
My woman felt so damn good in my arms. Her taste was slowly disappearing from my tongue, and my cock was begging me to go after another one.
“You ready?” I asked, and she blinked, staring up at me with soft dark eyes I wanted to stare into for the rest of my life.
“Ready?”
“To come home with me,” I pointed out, and I didn’t like the way she didn’t brighten up at the suggestion. Instead, Kitty bit down on her bottom lip. Her eyes were still soft and satisfied, but something else was starting to work behind them.
“I’m still on the clock,” she said softly, almost shyly.
“I’ll keep paying—“ The words slipped past my lips before I could stop them, and the two of us went completely still. I didn’t like the way she immediately froze in my arms. I’d fucked up. “Kitten—“
“What did you say?” she asked in an almost scarily soft tone.
“That’s not how I meant it.” I swallowed. “Kitten, you know—“ I couldn’t say another word because her fingers covered my lips.
“I know.” Those big brown eyes stared right at me.
“You’re not like that. I’ve… I’ve known and met all kinds of guys in my lifetime, and I’m not just talking about the ones I come across here, where you would expect it, but…
” She shook her head. “But I think… I think I would feel a little better about whatever is happening if… if we cut the whole money thing out of whatever little arrangement is going on here.”
“You’re not going to walk around on the floor, Katarina,” I snapped. She didn’t react how I’d expected.
Fuck me, my girl always surprised me in the best of ways.
She didn’t get pissed or angry about me telling her what she could or couldn’t do. Nope, Kitty simply laughed. Genuine and good naturedly.
“I know.” She smirked, leaning closer. Her hand stroked my jaw in a comforting way I’d never experienced. “I wouldn’t want to dance for anyone but you.” She wriggled off my lap, straddling me.
“Kitty—“ I tried to warn, but my woman had something in mind.
“I want you,” she whined softly. The sound of her voice made me weak in the goddamn knees.
“Baby,” I groaned. My hands settled on her hips. “Not here, not like this.”
“Please,” she begged, grinding her sexy hips, her pussy rubbing against my length making it weep inside my slacks.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “Kitten, I take you, I don’t want anyone to hear a fucking sound.”
“They might have heard you eating me,” she taunted. “I wasn’t being quiet.” As if I needed the reminder. The sounds of her in the heat of passion were engraved and embossed into my goddamn brain.
“I never want you quiet,” I clipped. “But I’d have to kill anyone who hears you while I’m balls deep inside of you.” She shivered. My Kitty liked my dirty possessive mouth. Thank fuck.
“Then maybe you should turn up the music, Mr. Porter,” she tempted so damn beautifully. “Because heads-up, honey, one thing you should know about me.”
I stroked the back of her bare thighs, completely captivated by the woman sitting on my lap. “What’s that, kitten?”
“I’m not really good with being told no,” she sexily shared. My cock throbbed, and like a ruined man, I did as she asked. With the remote in my hand, the music turned louder. The bass slow and heady, she started to dance on my lap again.
“You don’t have to do this,” I reminded her even though my cock shouted at me to shut the fuck up.
“I know. I want to.” She winked. My eyes felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets when she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. I licked my lips while taking in the show.
Jesus, Kitty Ortega wasn’t just some woman I wanted for a night because I’d temporarily gone insane with lust. She had no idea what fucking animal she was poking with her little striptease.
The innocent way she glanced up at me through her pretty lashes and wrapped and arm over her chest to keep the lacy delicate material from falling had me ready to lift her up and pin her to the closes flat surface.
And fuck me, that sparkle in her deep dark eyes told me she knew exactly what the fuck she was doing.
“Kitty—" I started to warn, but my mouth went bone dry when she dropped her arm and sat on my lap topless.
I’d seen her dance on stage.
Watched every step, studied every breath she’d made every fucking night since I’d bought the place. I’d seen her like this before.
But never up close.
“Katarina,” I rumbled. I could no longer keep my hands to myself like I was supposed to. Not when she pushed me over the edge with two little words.
“Touch me,” she whimpered, and I snapped. Self-control and good intentions be damned.
My greedy hands cupped the most beautiful, silky-soft tits ever created.
Mine, the animal inside me growled. They were natural and perky, so fucking full and warm.
Their weight felt perfect in my oversized palms. I ran the rough pads on my thumbs across the turgid peaks of her nipples, loving the sexy sounds of pleasure that tumbled past her lips.
Fucking hell, I couldn’t hold back.
Without missing a beat, I reached forward, taking a nipple straight into my mouth and sucking on it.
Her hands fell on top of my head as if she was afraid I’d pull away.
Delicate fingers ran through my hair, making me groan around her nipple.
Kitty purred above me. Her sexy little mewls were going to fucking ruin me.
I groaned while I paid the utmost special attention to my woman.
I let go of her nipple with a pop only to give the other side the same attention.
“Jonas!” she cried out, grinding and squirming on my lap. I was so fucking hard I wouldn’t be surprised if I could pound nails.
“Yes! Yes! Just… just like that, Jonas. Please, big guy, don’t stop.”
“Never going to stop,” I groaned. “Not ever. You’re mine.” I swiped at her breast with the flat of my tongue before pulling away. “Take those panties off,” I demanded like an unhinged beast.
“Shit, yes!” She rushed off my lap to do as I said. I hurried and undid my belt. My cock sprung out from under the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“Wow.” I heard her gasp for air over the music, and my head popped up. Kitty stared at my dick like it was a slice of cake after a three-day fast.
“Kitty,” I called. She blinked, and her head moved up as I caught the sight she made standing between my legs. She left me speechless at the sight of her completely naked in nothing but her birthday suit.
My woman was beyond gorgeous.
A goddess.
Soft womanly curves and angles I couldn’t wait to explore.
“Shit,” I cursed, and a sassy brow rose.
“I told myself we wouldn’t do this here the first time.
” My palm covered my cock, and her eyes dipped down.
She bit her lip as if trying to hold back from outright smiling.
I stroked myself, gripping it tighter, trying to keep my shit together with an edge of pain.
“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?”
“No. But still… I just can’t say no to you, kitten.” She licked her lips, her gaze following my hand as it shuttled up and down my length slowly with a firm grip.
“And I seriously appreciate that, big guy.” She smiled.
I knew what she was about to do before she did it. Kitty started to kneel, and a droplet of fluid dribbled down my length before I reached and grabbed her under her arms. My cock strained towards her, complaining and asking if I’d lost my mind as I shook my head.
“I just wanted to return the favor, Jonas.” Let her, the beast inside of me growled, but I stood firm on this. At the very least, it was one thing I could keep my word on.
“Not that. Not here. Not for a first time.” She blinked, and something in her gaze went even softer. “Come back on my lap,” I ordered, and her eyes dropped back to my dick.
“You’re big,” she unnecessarily pointed out and immediately blushed. The pretty tinge of pink returned on the apples of her cheeks. “I mean, I know you’re huge, and I knew you would be… well-endowed, but that’s…”
“We’ll fit,” I promised and meant it.
“You sound pretty sure of yourself.” My cock ached at her sexy flirting and sass.
“You were made for me, and I was made for you.” Confidence dripped from every syllable. I lifted my hips and tugged my pants down, letting them drop to my ankles.
“What about your shirt?” I grinned at her then pulled it open, not bothering to undo each individual button.
The discs flew all over the place, but it was the sound of her laughter I paid attention to.
The easy way she stood there, naked in front of me, laughing at my shenanigans, fed my soul in such an unexpected way.
Just the sound of her laugh.
But that ease quickly faded.
“Wow,” she whispered, her eyes devouring me as she stood in front of me. “You are big everywhere.” She stepped between my legs and straddled me once again, taking her seat on my lap.
The feeling of being skin to skin overwhelmed my senses.
My roughened hands gripped her thighs, and my eyes shut on their own.
Her touch was almost too much as her hands roamed my pecs.
First with the lightest, almost tentative caress before it got firmer, surer, before they rested on my shoulders.
She lined her body up perfectly with mine. My overheated skin prickled to life.
“You’re so strong,” she whispered against the shell of my ear. “Big and warm.” My cock was leaking at her dirty words.
“Baby, we should—“ I once again tried to do this the right way, not just fuck her like some skeezy boss at her place of work. But when she cut me off, her breath warm and minty against my ear, I knew I wasn’t strong enough to wait.
“Please.” I groaned.
I couldn’t say no to Kitty.
I was positive I would let her lead me around by my dick and wouldn’t say a fucking thing if she dragged me right through the gates of hell. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.