My Dad's Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo #3) - Katee Robert Page 0,10

me ‘thank you’ with that sexy fucking mouth.”

My fingers turn fumbling as I undo his jeans. He lifts his hips as I work them down, but that’s the only help he gives me. I take my time drawing out his cock, relishing how huge and thick and so perfect it is. I lick my lips and wrap my fist around him. And then he’s in my mouth and, fuck, he’s huge. My jaw already aches with the effort it takes to swallow him down. There’s no way I’ll be able to take him all. I fight down the instinctive flare of panic and suck him deeper. He curses softly, and I can’t help but open my eyes to look up at him.

Jonas’s expression hasn’t changed. He looks impatient and annoyed with his brows drawn together and his eyes hard. If not for the way he’s clenching his jaw, I might think he’s entirely unaffected.

It’s like throwing gasoline on the fire of my desire. I don’t understand why I’m reacting like this to his annoyance, but I don’t question it. I just suck his cock down until he bumps the back of my throat, and then I keep going. Still not deep enough. I can’t take any more.

He watches me with unreadable eyes and shakes his head. “Such a little slut. You’ve sucked so much cock, you don’t even choke on it.”

I ease off him and flick my tongue against the underside of his length. “Or maybe I just have no gag reflex to speak of.”

“You shouldn’t be speaking at all right now, baby girl.” He lightly grips the back of my head, guiding me back down. He’s barely applying any pressure at all, more a suggestion than anything else, but I suck him down again as if he’s holding me down and fucking my mouth.

In fact, I really, really want Jonas to do that.

I know better than to ask for it now. This forbidden game we’re playing has a script, at least in his head, and right now it involves me thanking him for my orgasm. Fucking my mouth until I cry doesn’t fit.

Maybe next time.

6

I stop teasing him and get to work sucking Jonas’s cock. I don’t want this to end, but he’s right—we have to have a conversation and the only way to get there is if he comes, too. The strange logic makes sense in my head and I wrap my fist around his base, working him in time with my mouth. Unlike me, he doesn’t seem interested in holding out for as long as possible. His grip tightens ever so slightly and then he asks in a rough voice, “Spit or swallow, Blake?”

I let my actions answer for me, picking up my pace until he curses and comes in my mouth. I drink him down eagerly. In fact, I don’t want to stop, so I keep at him until Jonas curses again and wraps his fist around my hair, pulling me off his cock. “That’s enough.”

“Is it?” I lick my lips and sit back on my heels. In the darkness of the room, this feels unforgivably intimate and strange. I’m still half-convinced that I’m in an orgasm-induced hallucination because there’s no way that Jonas is sitting here, staring down at me with his hair a mess and his cock still out. He looks at me with that same borderline-annoyed expression. I smooth my hands down my bare legs. What was I saying? Oh, right. “Is it really enough?”

Finally he growls. “Fuck, no, it wasn’t enough.” He doesn’t sound happy about it, but I don’t think Jonas ever sounds happy about anything. I kind of like that about him. He drags his hand through his hair and curses. “This is a mistake.”

“Probably.”

He shoots me a look. “You don’t have to sound so happy about it.”

“I just had your cock in my mouth, and that was after you made me come so hard, I drenched your bed. I’m incapable of sounding anything but blissfully happy right now.”

I love the way his brows lower at that. “You’re a pain in my ass.”

“We’ve already established that.” I am prepared to beg him to fuck me, but he’s obviously got something on his mind, so I force myself to be patient. Just like I force myself to keep my hands on his thighs instead of giving into the temptation to keep playing with his cock. “You said we’d talk.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” He surveys me. “You want me. I want