My Dad's Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo #3) - Katee Robert Page 0,35

press his thumb to my clit. “Now be a good little slut and come around my cock.”

I don’t have a chance in hell of denying him. I don’t want to deny him. With each slide of his thumb, with each rough stroke of his cock inside me, I barrel closer and closer to oblivion. My whole body goes tight and hot and then I’m doing exactly as he demands, orgasming hard enough that I start to slam back into the cabinets. Jonas anticipates me, so my head hits the palm of his free hand instead of the wood. And then his mouth is on mine, claiming me here just like he’s claiming my pussy. He keeps fucking me, keeps kissing me, until another orgasm starts to build in the aftermath of the first. I want to touch him, but I can’t quite make my hands obey. It’s like they’re fused to my thighs, my body unable to do anything but take what he gives me.

This time, when I come, I propel him under too. He curses against my tongue and then he’s driving into me, grinding his way through his own orgasm. Jonas gentles his kiss as he keeps pumping into me almost idly. Finally, he shifts to press his forehead to mine. “This is only going to encourage bad behavior.”

I smile against his lips. “Maybe.”

“Thought so.” He eases out of me and helps me off the counter. My legs feel a little like all my bones have turned to mush, but I manage to keep my feet. Barely.

The kitchen is a mess. There’s flour everywhere. The counters, the cabinets, the floor. All over me and Jonas. I look at us and start laughing. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” But he’s smiling, too. He undoes the ties around my waist with gentle hands and tugs the apron free. “We’re going to need a shower.”

“Oh no, not another shower in your amazing bathroom.” I grin. “We should clean up first, though.”

It takes us far longer than it should, mostly because we can’t quite keep our hands off each other. I drag my mouth down Jonas’s spine as he cleans the cabinets. He presses kisses to my neck while I try to get the counter in order. I end up sucking his cock while I’m trying to wipe the flour off the floor, and then he bends me over the now-clean counters to fuck me from behind.

Really, who can blame us?

We only have the weekend, after all.

By the time we manage to make it into—and out of—the shower, it’s well past lunchtime and edging into sunset. The rain still hasn’t let up, which adds to the feeling of us being in our own little world. One completely untethered by reality, where fantasy reigns supreme.

Jonas builds up the fire again and then pulls me down with him onto the couch. “I have some questions about what you said earlier.”

There’s no point in pretending I don’t know what he’s talking about. Especially since anticipation is already zinging through me. “About chasing me.”

“Yes.” He takes my hand in his and idly runs his fingers over the inside of my wrist. “How far do you want to play into that?”

I start to give a blithe answer, but force myself to actually think about it. “I want to protest. A little more than the ‘we shouldn’t be doing this’ but not a full out ‘oh my god, I don’t want this’ kind of thing. I don’t know if that makes sense.”

He considers the fire, still tracing abstract patterns on my skin. “So I chase you. I catch you. I hold you down.” He glances at me. “I force your legs apart and taunt you with how much you want this even though you know you shouldn’t.”

My throat goes dry and I have to swallow several times to speak. “Yes. Like that.” I hesitate. “I get off on the shame of wanting something that I shouldn’t.”

“I’ve gathered that.” He gives a slow smile, though there’s still an edge of restraint. “I don’t really have much experience with formal kink, but something like this needs a clear word to stop things if they get too intense for you.”

I haven’t done much formal kink, either, but what he’s saying makes sense. If part of the game is protesting, words like stop and no don’t exactly have the same meaning. “How about enough for that? If I say that, we stop.”

“That works.”

I won’t say it. I already know this safety measure is unnecessary.