Owned by Fate (Serve #1)(38)

“Don’t speak to me like that unless you plan to follow through. And by follow through, I mean you do not stop until I’ve gotten my fill of your mouth.”

Her ability to lie had evaporated in the heat he projected. His words. Him. Jonah. “I’ve been wanting it for days. You wouldn’t let me.”

His hands turned rough and glorious in her hair. “So much of my pleasure comes from trust, Caroline. Why should I trust you now?”

Pain lanced her, but there were so many different forms of it—lust, need, desperation—it got swallowed up, and all she could think was, Please, please, please. “I’m begging for it. Everywhere I go, all I can think of is what you said. How I left you that day. It hurts. Don’t you understand?”

“Yes, goddammit.”

Caroline went down on her knees. Or Jonah put her there. She had no idea. Not wanting a second to pass wherein she might talk herself out of it, she quickly undid his pants and yanked them down to his ankles. His erection strained toward her, begging for relief only she could give. Keeping their gazes locked, she circled her hand as far as it would go around the wide base, then sucked him hard to the back of her throat.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Jonah chanted above her, his fist coming down hard on the counter with a slam. “I knew all about this mouth the second I saw you. Knew you’d be a dirty girl if I got you kneeling. Suck it hard and prove me right.”

She hummed in her throat, losing herself in the moment. While her hand worked him in a gentle pumping motion, she kept his arousal sucked into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the rigid flesh, loving the way he thickened more with every passing second. When Jonah gathered her hair in his fist and began subtly pumping his hips toward her mouth, she let him dictate the rhythm, knowing how much he craved that control. In that moment, giving him what he wanted was, in turn, giving her pleasure. His groans increased in volume along with the tempo of his hips. The hand in her hair pulled tighter until tears formed in her eyes, but somehow, that loss of his control only turned her on more.

Please him. Please my master. She hated her thoughts and loved them at the same time.

“That’s enough.” Three more restrained pumps of his hips. “I’m going to come, you dirty girl. Take your mouth off me before I fill it up.”

As if she could. Every taste, every movement was driving her wild. She’d caused him discomfort, and only she could take it away. That responsibility went to her head, blocking out everything else. Keeping her lips sliding up and down his swollen length, Caroline reached between his legs and palmed his balls, closing her fist around them and massaging.

“Jesus, harder. Harder.” Caroline did as he asked, squeezing him in her fist, and felt his big body begin to shake with the oncoming climax. “Take it for me, sweetheart. One more good suck, then I’ll let you have it.”

She drew on him hard, pulling him to the back of her throat as he came apart with a shout. At that moment, Caroline swore she could feel his pleasure coursing through her veins. As if his relief were so powerful it encompassed her and pulled her into its depths. She had no idea how long she stayed on her knees, reveling in this newfound power, but suddenly Jonah wrenched her to her feet, where she swayed against him.

His mouth moved, wet and determined, along her neck, down to her breasts. “Baby, I’m going to reward you so well for that. Let’s get these leggings off so I can tongue that *. I’m going to keep it up until you cry this time.”

“Yes. Please.” Caroline’s thumbs hooked into the top of her leggings as Jonah continued to suck on the sensitive spot beneath her ear. “Oh God, Jonah, that feels—”

“Um, hello?”

Jonah and Caroline both froze at the sound of Eliza’s voice calling from the living room. Her friend sounded slightly drunk and a whole lot disconcerted. The interruption should have cooled the flames burning her alive, but nothing could. Nothing but relief. Still, it was obvious she didn’t have a choice. She couldn’t leave her friend confused out in the living room to selfishly take what Jonah was offering.

“You can’t leave here like this. Look at you. You need me so badly, you’re shaking.”

“I-I…We don’t have a choice.”

“Caroline.” He leaned down and pressed their foreheads together hard. “You’re asking me to let you walk out of here, wet and ready as f*ck.”

Feeling as though her world could potentially end without Jonah bringing her to completion, Caroline was jolted into extricating herself. Mentally as well as physically. She thought of how he’d left her shaking in the limousine that day. Drove away from her as she drowned in the knowledge she’d left him in need.

Exactly as he’d expected she would.

“Yeah?” She looked him in the eye, praying and dreading at the same time that this would be the nail in their coffin. “How does it feel?”

His expression hardened, but he didn’t respond. The act of moving away from him was physically painful, and Jonah didn’t make it any easier by refusing to budge from where he’d pinned her against the counter. Swallowing heavily, she dragged their bodies together as she slid from beneath him.

“Eliza,” she called, straightening her clothes. Not wanting Jonah to be seen with his pants down and needing to get away as quickly as possible, she went into the living room to find her friend.