Chapter 17
jonas
We make it back to our room without any more incidents.
Stella walks into the dark suite, and I watch her approach the edge of the bed. She stills, and I take a breath, leaning my head back against the door. I know we took it too far. I said things I shouldn’t have said—no matter how much I meant them—and now I’m at a place I can’t take them back.
“Stella, if you—” The words die in my throat when she turns to face me, reaches behind her, and in one smooth motion, her bra comes loose. Heat surges through my veins when she slides the remaining straps down her arms, tosses it off to the side, and bares her breasts to me.
There’s a beat of silence where I have to think if this is really going to happen. Is this really what she wants? I clench my fists at my sides, and my cock grows heavy in my briefs.
“Stella.”
“I want you, Jonas,” she whispers. “I want this.”
“You better be specific, Stell,” I warn her, but it comes out more like a growl.
I take a step forward, and her hands find my chest, trailing a path down the center of my stomach. When she gets to the hem of my briefs, she looks up at me through a thick fan of dark lashes.
“I want you to fuck me in all the ways you’ve been imagining.” Her red-painted fingernails dip into the band sitting just below my hips. She pops up on her toes, leaning against me, and whispers against my ear, “And then I want you to do it all over again.”
A deep groan of pleasure rumbles through me, because that’s specific enough for me. I guide her back a step until her legs hit the bed, then lower her to sit on the edge. Her chest rises slowly, but doesn’t fall when I drop to my knees in front of her.
She twists one of her gold rings around her middle finger, and I clutch her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips. I kiss the tips of her fingers before sliding the middle two into my mouth. My tongue circles the metal twice before I scrape my teeth along her skin, taking the ring with me.
I pepper a kiss to the inside of her knee, gently coaxing her legs apart. The change in her breathing pattern is loud in the otherwise quiet room. I kiss again, higher this time as I spread her legs wide enough for my shoulders to fit between her.
“Jonas,” she breathes, strumming her bottom lip.
“Shhh.” I gently place my hand around her neck and guide her back against the bed. Her pulse flutter beneath my touch, and each beat sends a shiver through me. “Relax.”
With my free hand, I drag my thumb over her see-through, pink underwear and down her center. Her legs squeeze together, and her hands instantly reach for the top of my head. A shiver runs up my spine when she tugs my hair, and I respond by placing an open-mouth kiss on her clit.
Her back arches from the bed with a whine, and her grip on my hair tightens.
“So responsive, Stell.” I smile against her pussy. “And to think, I haven’t even gotten these off yet.”
Her legs are so soft when I cup the back of her knee, lifting her leg to drape it over my shoulder.
Like a good girl, she lifts her other leg and rests it on my back to match.
With one lazy swipe of my finger, I slide the pink fabric to the side, exposing her glistening cunt to me, and my hunger for her is audible by the rumble in my chest.
I bite down on the ring that I’ve been holding in my mouth, and use my tongue to flick it over her swollen bud. Her legs squeeze in response, crushing my head between her grip, and I’ve never been a more satisfied man than I am at this moment.
“Fuck. Jonas.” Her body squirms, but I continue rolling the warm metal over her in a precise rhythm. Her hips buck like she could come apart at any moment, and my name on her tongue mixed with her cries of pleasure sounds so fucking sweet, I just might let her.
I pull back to slide her ring onto my pinky finger, but it doesn’t make it past the first knuckle.
Stella lifts her head, her eyes bore into mine, half-starving with desire, half-murderous, that I stopped.
A sly smirk is all I offer her before swiping my tongue through her dripping pussy and suctioning my mouth over the entirety of her clit.
She’s the sweetest meal I’ve ever had, and I devour her like a man starved.
“Jonas. I’m—I’m going to…”
“Do you want to come, Stella?”
“Y-yes.”
I graze my middle two digits down her center, and then slide them into her tight, wet heat. “Do you want to come on my fingers?”
She whimpers, and I lower my mouth back to her clit. “Or in my mouth?” My fingers work in tandem with my tongue as I continue to fuck her, and she starts to shake beneath me.
“Oh god!”
“That’s not god, baby. That’s just my tongue in your pussy.”
One perfectly measured sweep with the flat of my tongue over her clit, and her orgasm rocks through her, coating my face in her arousal.
Her gasps of pleasure fill the room, and I stand, swiping my thumb along my bottom lip before sucking it clean. I stare down into the endless depths of her night sky eyes and her perfectly plump lips before running my hand over my painfully hard cock through my briefs.
“I…I want—”
“Catch your breath, Stella, because I’m going to claim that fucking mouth of yours next.”
Her full pouty lips part, and I feel the heat of her gaze licking me like a flame as I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my briefs and tug them down. Her eyes take me in, inch by inch, until they land at my tip, and I almost come at the sight of her mouth falling open even further.
“Holy fuck.”
Warmth spreads throughout my body as I grip the base of my cock and give it a nice, long stroke until I get to the end. I swipe my thumb through the precum and the ring at the tip.
Stella sits up, her hands reaching for me. Her perfect lips are still parted, but I know it isn’t going to work like this.
“Get on your back.” Her eyes go wide, but she excitedly does as I ask, and I walk around the other side of the bed. “Hang your head off the edge.”
She scoots her body closer to the edge until her hair is just inches from the floor, and I step forward, thankful the bed is so high.
I stroke my cock once more before bringing the tip to her parted lips. Her throat bobs slowly as she swallows, and I drag the cool metal of the ring along the edge of her mouth before dropping the weight of my swollen head between her lips.
Red and green light from somewhere outside reflects through the cracks in the blinds, lighting Stella’s body like it’s a show just for me.
Her tongue swipes across my piercing, and raw need courses through me, but I choke it back, fighting the urge to thrust forward at the sensation.
She closes her mouth around me, and the moan that comes from the back of her throat has my eyes threatening to roll back, but I refuse to miss a minute of this image.
I bend forward slightly, pushing myself in until I’m halfway and feel a stop.
“Relax, Stell.”
Her hands come up behind my thighs as she adjusts herself, and that was all she needed because in the next second, her throat opens up, and she’s pulling me closer to her, taking the full length of me down her throat.
I pull back, watching my length reappear, soaking wet, and then slowly slide back in.
Her cheeks hollow out, and her full breasts bounce as I continue to pump in and out of her mouth. “Fuck, Stella,” I grit out. “You take me well.”
Her slick legs rub together at my praise, and all I want to do is reward her. I bend forward, using one hand on the bed to prop me up, and the other I use to cup her still sensitive pussy. She is so wet as I drag my fingers through her opening and then bring them to circle her clit.
Her back arches, changing the angle, and she gags. I try to pull out, but her nails dig into the back of my thighs as she hungrily sucks, never once trying to slow down or stop.
“You’re greedy fucking mouth choking on my cock gets you off, doesn’t it?”
The scrape of her fingers down my legs is her only response, and I know she must be getting lightheaded now.
My fingers easily dip inside her while the heel of my hand continues to rub against her most sensitive spot. I’m fighting not to come in her mouth because after feeling her sweet pussy on my tongue, I want to claim it with my cock too.
The sounds she’s making and the depth at which she takes me, though, have my balls beginning to tighten.
One more. I just want her to come once more.
I pull out, ignoring her hold on me. The sounds she makes when I drop my face between her legs is sweeter than any music, and I lap up her cries of pleasure as I fuck my tongue in and out of her until she’s clawing at my back and withering beneath me.
I’m panting while licking my lips as I stand and circle the bed. The large palm frond fan circles above us, cooling the sheen of sweat at the nape of my neck, and I watch Stella’s chest rise and fall as she brushes her hair off her forehead.
“So fucking beautiful, Stell.”
She lets out a soft yelp when I wrap my hand around her ankle, drag her closer to me, and lower my knee between her legs on the bed.
“Perfect.” Her pillowy soft lips open when I press the pad of my thumb to her mouth. “I only wish I could have seen you choking on a mouthful of my cum.”
Any reserve she had left disappears when she wraps her lips around my thumb, and I press it further inside her mouth, letting her tongue dance along my skin.
I’ve been playing this game long enough and unintentionally edging myself to hell and back. I need to bury myself so deep inside her that I get lost.
I pull my thumb from her mouth, grip her hips with one hand, and use the other to notch myself at her entrance. She’s so responsive and sensitive from her orgasms, because her eyes half close, and her chest arches off the mattress.
“Can I fuck you, Stella?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
“Can I fill this tight little pussy up?” I slide the head of my cock that’s already dripping pre-cum in just another inch.
“Yes.”
I blink, taking a measured breath. When I open my eyes and look down into Stella’s dreamy and hungry ones, I’m fucking hypnotized.
Her stomach is soft and warm when I place my open palm at the lowest part and bury half my cock inside her.
I watch as her fingers grip the sheet beneath her, and when she lets out a needy little whimper, all my restraint goes out the window.
I thrust in fully and nearly blackout from how tight she is.
“Goddamn, Stella.”
I pull out, this time pressing firmer on her stomach before sinking back into her with a harsh groan.
“Please, Jonas. More, please.”
I notch her leg around my waist, lifting her hips so I can drive in deeper. The moment I do, Stella’s cursed moans are only muffled by the sounds of my hips slamming into hers as I continue to bottom out.
“Oh god—” She slaps a hand over mine where I’m still pressing on her stomach.
“You begged for it, Stella. Now show me how well you take it.”
Her hips meet mine as I continue to fuck her, deep and bare.
A fire starts at the base of my spine, and I know I’m close.
“Come for me,” I groan. With my free hand, I reach for her clit, giving it a little pinch.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and her breasts jut forward.
“Come with my name on your tongue.” Her pussy strangles me, and I have tunnel vision; everything besides her face goes black around me.
“Come like this sweet pussy was made for me.”
Her fingers claw at my wrist, and one more thrust has her shaking and crying out. Thank fuck, because at the sight of her and the feel of her soaking my cock, I’m a goner. Immediately, I’m twitching inside her, emptying my balls, and I come so hard my vision splits in two.
I lean forward, bracing my weight on my forearm on the bed beside her.
Our uneven breath tangles in the space between us, and I sweep her slick hair away from her skin.
Her eyes lock on mine, wide and searching, and I answer, pressing a kiss to her forehead—slow and claiming.
Telling her with nothing more than my lips that nothing about this is fake.