Page 53 of Strictly Against Policy

She meticulously wove her hand through my hair and tugged, pushing me to open my mouth and dive into her with my tongue. A muffled sound escaped her mouth as I showed her how to properly dance with tongue and saliva. The syrupy sweetness from the candy infused with her own taste smacked me with the addicting rush of sugar through my veins and the dangerous surge of dopamine in my brain.

I wrapped an arm around her, pulling her flush against my hard body. My cock strained against the seams of my pants, fighting to be touched by her hot skin. One of her hands fisted my black dress shirt, while the other tugged the hair on the back of my head again. We groaned together as she rocked her hard nipples against my pecs.

I pulled my tongue from her mouth, saliva trailing between us in a hot puff of breath. I cupped her face in my hands and said, “Breathe, Lina. You’re going to need that oxygen.”

I allowed her to gasp for much-needed air. Meanwhile, the desire to draw my tongue across her body blazed more intensely inside me. I needed to taste more of her. I licked down her chin and the column of her pretty neck. Lina whimpered loudly when I made it to my destination at the base of her neck, sucking and imprinting myself across her skin.

“Fuck, Jonathan,” she gasped.

I tugged away from her soft, velvety skin and pressed my lips against her ear. With a rumble from my chest, I whispered, “Save that for when I’m actually fucking you.”

Her breath shook, and I dove back to her neck. I opened my mouth wide, marking what was mine. After a sharp suck, she rewarded me with a breathy gasp and an incoherent word that slipped out of her mouth. My lips suctioned her skin into my mouth harder, making her grip around me tighten and⁠—

One of our phones rang shrilly through the vehicle, cutting through the thick heat between Lina and me. We ignored it as it vibrated from the floor of the car until it went to voicemail. When I thought we were free, another call pulsated and vibrated obnoxiously.

Lina yanked my lips off her with the pull of my hair, making me groan. “S-sorry, I’m going to need to check who it is,” she heaved.

I watched as she reached into her bag and pulled out her phone with shaky fingers. The name ‘The Love of My Life’ flashed across her phone screen.

“Hey, Mary,” she answered, voice controlled and devoid of any remnants of what I did to her.

“Where are you?” asked a woman on the other end.

I reached out to touch the pink mark I left on the nape of her neck. It wasn’t nearly as red as I wanted.

“I’m—” Lina inhaled, with me leaning closer to her. I breathed against the art I left on her skin. Her voice just barely hitched, urging me to lap my tongue over the blooming hickey I wanted to be darker. “I’m⁠—”

I almost chuckled at how cute she sounded.

“Lina, I’m checking your location right now. Why are you in the middle of a random church parking lot at 11:00 p.m.? I thought you were supposed to be at Natsuki, or home,” stated her friend in a worried frenzy.

The moment a syllable escaped her throat, I pulled her skin into my mouth in a sharp suckle as I continued to leave my personal seal on her body. Lina quickly pulled the phone away from her face to let out a shaky whimper.

Her friend was still trying to engage in a conversation with her, but that phone was nowhere near her ear or mouth. I pulled away. The two of us were breathing as quietly as possible. I grabbed the phone she held far away from us and pressed it against her ear.

Lina gulped as I returned to my rightful place over her jugular. I bit her sharply, urging her to talk. A muffled, quiet moan came from her lips as she threw back her head into the headrest.

“Lina, are you even listening to me? Are you okay?” asked her friend.

“Sorry,” she said in the calmest, most even voice. I bit her again, making her breath hitch softly. “I was hungry. I’ll talk to you later.”

She ended her call and tossed it somewhere into the darkness. I laughed, my teeth grazing against her sensitive red skin.

“I didn’t realize my nickname was ‘Hunger’.” I exhaled hotly onto my marking. She squirmed under me, moaning loudly. “Fuck, Lina.”

“Save that for when you’re fucking me,” she quipped, firmly echoing my own words back to me.

I pulled away and found her flushed so red that the mark I left on her almost blended into the rest of her skin. “Is that what you want?”

“You said later,” she whispered.

My smile softened as I held her chin. “Later, as in a later time and date. Not today, but later,” I said, giving her sweet lips a peck. “When you’re ready.”

Her breath shook, placing a hand over my chest. Her fingers swept over my pecs leisurely in this tantalizing motion. The tips of her fingers were still ice-cold, drawing goosebumps across my skin in its sluggish trail as it drew across my nipples. I groaned while she smirked.

Her hand slid up to my shoulders, then down to my bicep, and finally, to my forearm as she tried to trace every hard muscle through the material of my dress shirt. I shuddered out a breath when those icy fingers traced right over where the veins protruded on my hands to the tips of my fingers.

“Show me how to use my bright pink vibrator, too, Jonathan,” she purred in a low, sensual voice.