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  As soon as she was on her hands and knees he was behind her, thrusting his cock inside. His hands gripped her hips and held firm while he pumped. His grip kept her from moving back into him, allowing him complete control. It was just how she liked it. Feeling her orgasm approaching, she lowered her upper body to the mattress, going down onto her elbows and gripping the comforter with her hands.

  Jonas seemed to enjoy the slight change in angle and with a groan he rode her harder, faster until the only sound that filled her ears was the slap of their flesh and the harsh sound of them both panting.

  “I’m coming.”

  “Fuck yeah,” he said and she knew he was close.

  She dropped her head between her braced forearms and moaned as her release tore through her. Her pussy clenched and released around his pumping shaft, growing wetter and wetter. Her nipples were steel-hard points where they brushed against the covers. Her legs were weak and his grip was literally all that held her up.

  He continued to thrust and she cried out as he kept her in the grip of her orgasm, holding her in the storm until he joined her. His cry rivaled hers and her knees left the bed as he thrust deep and filled the condom that separated them. So powerful that she could still feel his release through the thin layer of latex.

  Slowly he let her knees touch the mattress again. She could feel him shuddering behind her, hear him gasping for air, and she smiled smugly. When he pulled free of her she collapsed facedown on his bed. She would be perfectly content to just stay in this position forever, or at the very least until she could feel her body again.

  She had no idea where Jonas got the renewed energy but he left the bed and she followed him with her eyes as he stepped into his adjacent bathroom and removed the condom.

  He tied it off and wrapped it in toilet paper before throwing it into the trash. He turned to the sink and washed his hands before shifting his hips forward and washing his cock off. He left the water running as he grabbed the hand towel and dried himself. She watched him wet a washcloth and then he turned the water off, and grabbing the hand towel with his other hand, moved back toward his bed and her.

  “Roll over.”

  She lazily rolled over and reached for the cloth he held but Jonas just smiled.

  “Let me,” he whispered and then his hands were between her legs, using the wet cloth to clean the residue of sex from her folds and thighs. He was gentle and thorough, and when he seemed satisfied, he used the other cloth to dry her before heading back to the restroom. She watched him put both in the hamper he had there before coming back into his bedroom.

  Her eyes were filled with tears. She couldn’t remember any other guy she’d been with taking the time to clean her. Usually they were the ones flat on their backs on the bed, not moving until they had to. Only Jonas, she thought. And what did that say about her and the men she usually chose to be with?

  She watched as he moved around the room, picking up their discarded clothes and folding them before stacking them on his dresser. Finally he turned to face her again and she realized he was nervous. She patted the mattress beside her. This was the Jonas she knew and she was beginning to realize she cared about him a lot more than she’d even thought.

  He sat on the bed beside her and just looked down at her. She figured she must look pretty wanton still sprawled naked on top of his comforter. But she’d never been real modest.

  “Do you want me to leave?”

  “Do you want to?”

  “No.”

  “Then stay.”

  She shifted on the bed so that he could pull the covers down for them to slip beneath. When he was settled beside her she shifted closer, feeling the tension in him. Her hand rested on his chest, stroking over him.

  “How long?” she asked.

  “How long what?”

  “Have you wanted me?”

  “Since I saw you at the lake.”

  She remembered exactly when he was talking about. She’d been sixteen and finally filling out her bikini. Her brother Jack had been home on leave from the Marines and he’d dragged Jonas to the beach with them. Jonas had kept his T-shirt on with his swim trunks and though he’d played Frisbee with Jack, he hadn’t gotten in the water. But she’d felt him watching her and had done her best to make herself seem sexy and grown. It was that summer when he’d started calling her princess.

  “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

  “You were so far out of my league, Jacey. Even then.”

  “What?” How could he ever think that she was out of his league? If anything she was the one who wasn’t even close to his league.

  He just shook his head. “And then I became your guy friend, the one you used as a sounding board for male behavior. It was too late. I was firmly in the friend slot.”

  “I didn’t know, Jonas. I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”

  “Shhhh…” He stroked one hand through her hair. He’d slipped his glasses on again and it was almost as if he used them as a shield. “No need to be sorry.”

  “All the times I told you things.” She closed her eyes, remembering all the details of her sex life she’d shared with him.

  “I used to go to bed, thinking of the stuff you told me,” he whispered. “I’d jack off, imagining it was me doing them with you.”

  She laughed and smacked him on the chest. “Pervert.”

  “But a faithful one,” he chuckled. “It was always you that I jacked off to.”

  She laughed and lightly pinched one of his nipples making him yelp. How it must have hurt him to listen to her stories, to hear of her exploits with other men. How could she have done that to him?

  “I’m so sorry,” she said again.

  “Don’t,” he said, shaking his head at her.

  She sighed. “I was so jealous when I saw you with that redhead,” she admitted. “I didn’t know why it bothered me so much, just that it did.”

  “I decided it was time to move on.”

  “I was so pissed when you told me to talk to someone else,” she confessed. “I was confused and hurt.”

  “I had to move on, Jacey. I couldn’t keep on the way we were.”

  She nodded her head in understanding. “I didn’t realize how much you meant to me until then, Jonas. Which should show you how shallow and self-centered I am. I wouldn’t blame you if you kicked me out and never spoke to me again.”

  He reached down and wiped a tear off her cheek, making her aware that what she’d been trying to hold at bay was dripping from her eyes.

  “Don’t cry,” he whispered softly, shifting down in the bed so that they were face-to-face. “I’d never be able to not speak to you again. Not ever.”

  “I’m so sorry, Jonas,” she said, fighting to hold back the sobs. “I never meant to hurt you. I’ve been so stupid, so blind. And I’ve managed to hurt the one person who means the most to me.”

  “It’s okay,” he said, feathering her face with kisses.

  “No, it’s not. I’m a bad person and I don’t deserve a guy like you.”

  “You’re not a bad person, Jacey. I never took the chance to tell you. I figured a part of you was better than none of you. And that was what I would have been left with if I’d told you how much I wanted you and you’d walked away.”

  “I could never walk away from you,” she vowed then laughed. “Apparently not even when you tell me to.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yes.”

  “So this isn’t a one-night stand?” he asked her softly. And she deserved the question. Lord knew she’d had enough of them, in fact, had a habit of them.

  “I’m hoping you don’t want it to be.” She didn’t know exactly what she did want but she knew she didn’t want only a night.

  “I don’t. I love you, Jacey. I have for a long time. I love everything about you, even when you drive me crazy.” He laughed. “Hell, especially when you drive me crazy.”

  “You love me?”

  “Yeah, Princess, I love
you.”

  She was crying again. But Jonas just smiled and pulled her close, hugging her tightly. She knew he wasn’t expecting her to say the words back and the truth was that she couldn’t. She wasn’t sure what love was, not love between a man and woman anyways. She loved her friends, her family, but that was all she knew.

  Her parents had divorced when she was too little to remember. But from the look on Jack’s face whenever her dad’s name was mentioned she had little doubt that her dad had been a bad person. Her brother never referred to him by name. In fact, unless her mom was present he called him “the abusive bastard”. If her mom was there he didn’t discuss him at all. Her mom loved her and her brother but she’d never dated and Jacey had always thought her mom was a little afraid of men. There’d been a few who showed interest through the years, but her mom never reciprocated.

  “You okay?” Jonas asked, pulling her from her turbulent thoughts.

  “Perfect,” she said, snuggling closer to him. “I care so much for you, Jonas. I went a little crazy when I thought I might lose you.”

  “You won’t lose me,” he said into her hair.

  “So where do we go from here?” she asked. She wasn’t good at relationships, never had been. Sex she was good at. Work she was good at. Friendship, she was loyal to the last. But the whole guy-girl love kinda thing, she wasn’t sure of at all.

  “Where do you want it to go?” he asked. “I can’t go back to being just friends, Jacey. And I won’t settle for just being your booty call.”

  “I wouldn’t do that to you,” she said. “But I have to be honest with you. I don’t know how to do a relationship, Jonas. I have no idea what to do. What the rules are or even if I can follow them.”

  “What do you want to do?”

  “I want to be with you,” she confessed. “I want to have sex with you. Morning, afternoon, night. Whenever. Wherever. I want you.”

  “I want you too, Jacey. But I want more than just sex. I want to take you out. Dinner, movie, or just a walk somewhere. I want to hold your hand, to snuggle on the couch and watch crappy TV shows. I want to wake up with you in my bed, go to sleep every night with you beside me.”

  “You want me to move in with you?”

  “Yes.”

  She could feel the panic wanting to close in around her. The need to run before things got too serious. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Not this time. Not with Jonas. She didn’t know if she loved him, but she did know that she couldn’t lose him.

  “I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” she admitted.

  “It’s okay, Jacey.” He grinned. “I didn’t mean today. I just meant in general, eventually.”

  “Oh,” she said, letting her breath whoosh free of her lungs.

  He laughed. “No need to go into panic mode and hyperventilate.”

  Damn it! How did he know her so well? She sighed. Because he was Jonas and he paid attention, that was why.

  “I’m not panicking,” she lied.

  “Sure you are,” he disagreed, grinning.

  “No, I’m just thinking.”

  “Really?” he asked, the skepticism loud and clear in his voice. “And just what is it that you’re thinking about, Jacey?”

  “About what other fantasies you’ve had about me,” she said in a husky tone.

  “Too many to count,” he said, and those eyes were deep, dark pools again.

  “If I’m staying with you tonight, then why don’t we make a few more come true?”

  He shifted beside her, making her aware that his cock was hard and ready again.

  “Why don’t we,” he agreed.

  Chapter Five

  “Do you remember when you told me about the guy with the ass fetish?”

  “Maybe we should forget what I’ve told you about being with other guys.”

  Jonas laughed and the bed shook with his mirth. “Forget it. Trust me, every story you’ve shared with me is burned into my brain. Of course, I’ve twisted them here and there to make me the one with you.”

  “I like that.”

  “Me too.” He nodded. “So the ass fetish thing…”

  She laughed. “I assume you’re referring to my anal-sex phase?”

  “Hell yeah,” he agreed, rolling so that he was on top of her, his cock like steel against her thigh. “Feel like revisiting that phase?”

  “Honestly?” she asked and he nodded. She could see the lust and desire in his eyes and knew it was reflected back to him in hers. “I never left that phase.” His cock moved against her.

  “Fuck, Jacey,” he murmured, dropping his head to kiss her. He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth and then soothed it with the slide of his tongue before dipping inside. The man could kiss. He had a way of making her feel as if she was his favorite meal and he could savor her forever.

  “Do you have lube?” she asked when the kiss ended.

  “Yes,” he groaned, but instead of moving he just kept sprinkling kisses over her face and neck. His hands were moving over her as well. One thumb plied a nipple while the other hand was already smoothing down her tummy toward her pussy. She was wet and ready for it.

  His mouth worked down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. She hadn’t had a hickie in a long time but the thought of Jonas marking her excited her. He licked over the tops of her breasts then moved to slide his tongue under them. He shifted his mouth over each globe but never touched the nipples, which she desperately wanted him to. They were stiff points of need that he managed to keep avoiding.

  “Jonas,” she moaned his name when she couldn’t wait any longer.

  “So impatient,” he chuckled but he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily on it. His other hand was finally down between her legs and he used his thumb to rub small circles over her clit.

  Hell yeah. She wrapped her hands in his hair and just held him while he moved back and forth between her nipples. She pulled her knees up, opening herself up to him and his fingers and he rewarded her by sliding away from her clit and thrusting two fingers inside her.

  She moaned long and low as the pleasure built inside her. Jonas left her nipples and forged a path of sucks, nibbles and licks down to where his fingers had her primed and ready to go. His lips took over the clitoral play and in seconds he had her hovering on the brink of orgasm.

  “Jonas,” she breathed his name as she undulated beneath his fingers and tongue. “I’m going to come.”

  “Mmmmhhhhhmmmmm,” he moaned around her clit and the vibration sent her spiraling over.

  He stayed with her, licking softly and placing delicate kisses along her folds and inner thighs. But his fingers—his wicked fingers—were taking her juices and using them to lubricate her anus. He rimmed her, rubbed her, but didn’t press for entry. She wanted him to.

  “Jonas,” she whispered his name and he glanced up, meeting her eyes. “Get the lube.”

  He grinned and rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed before reaching out to open the bedside drawer again and pull out a tube of lubricant. Then he ripped another condom from the roll on the tabletop and turned back toward her.

  She quickly moved to lie on her stomach across the bed, her eyes on his bobbing cock. “Let me,” she said and held her hand out. He dropped the condom in her hand and just stood there, waiting. She could see his stomach muscles clenching with anticipation of what she might do.

  She came up onto her hands and knees. Balancing with one hand braced on the bed, she took his cock in her other and gave him a slow stroke from the head to the base and back up again. Looking up at his eyes, she dipped her head and rubbed her tongue over him.

  He moaned, dropping the lube to the bed beside her. His hands moved to her head, capturing her hair where it fell on either side of her face and pulling it back, holding it there while he watched her. She kept her eyes on his while she licked, stroked and placed soft sucks along his cock. Her fingers and mouth worked together, tormenting him with the pleasure she was giving.

  Sh
e loved his cock. The shape. The way it filled both her cunt and her mouth and soon, her ass. She wallowed in the taste of him, tapping and rubbing against the slit in search of pre-cum. She bathed the taut globes of his testicles, loving the texture and feel as she sucked lightly on the skin, gently scraped her nails over them.

  “Jacey,” he moaned her name and tugged softly on her hair.

  “My mouth or my ass,” she told him, licking over the crown of his cock again. “Your choice.”

  He swallowed and she watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Your ass,” he managed. “This time.”

  She smiled and placed another soft kiss before coming up to her knees in front of him. Jacey leaned in and took his mouth, taking, devouring, conquering him with her kiss. She pulled back slowly and nipped his lip.

  Jacey turned around on the bed and, moving into the center, dropped back down to her hands and knees, facing away from him. She dropped her torso down to rest on her forearms and wiggled her ass. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw him just looking at her. He grabbed the condom where she’d dropped it on the bed instead of putting it on him like she’d said. But she’d wanted to taste, had to taste instead. He opened the condom and rolled it on, never once looking away from her ass.

  He grabbed the lubricant tube and met her eyes. “I’ll take it easy. I’ll make it good for both of us.”

  She had to glance away from him but she nodded her agreement. She didn’t want him to see the tears in her eyes. No one. No one had ever made her feel the way Jonas did. In bed or out of it.

  She felt his fingers, slick with lube, slide between the crease in her ass and touch her anus. He rubbed softly around her back entrance, applying the lube in abundance and torturing her before finally dipping one finger inside. Not far enough though, just enough to tease and torment.

  “Fuck me,” she begged, almost insane with need.

  “Not yet,” he whispered and his hand left her. Before she could beg again, it was back with more lube on his fingers. She felt the cool gel as he rubbed over her anus again. This time he pressed into her, deeper, going past the first ring of muscle and burying one digit inside.