Page 55 of Strictly Against Policy

My gaze traveled down as did Jonathan’s. The thick dick pressed against my thigh pulsed for a heartbeat under me, with the apex of my thighs pulsing to the same tune as his sex not just a second later.

The breath I let out trembled. “I’m not uncomfortable. I like it.”

He reached out to hold my hands gently. “Then, what’s wrong?”

The apples of my cheeks warmed as Jonathan kissed each of my fingertips, waiting patiently. “I’m scared.” I pulled one of my hands from his grasp, settling it over where my pubic bone lay. “I’ve never done anything like this with anyone else before. Just myself, with my own fingers.”

Jonathan’s breath softened, as did his gaze. “We can take it slow, Lina. Until you trust me, we won’t do anything. Promise.”

“I do trust you. It’s just . . . I’m a virgin and inexperienced. I—” My body ignited in flames. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m probably not doing it right, and I-I’m sorry.”

He reached up with both of his hands, pulling me into a sweet kiss. “Why are you apologizing? There’s no right or wrong when it comes to sex and pleasure. If you feel good, then that’s all that matters.”

I shuddered out a breath. “Show me how you do it first.”

“Me? No, I want to take care of you first.”

I pulled back from him with a thick swallow, placing my hand over his chest. My fingers danced along the dip and valleys of his hard muscles across his toned stomach and straight to his pelvis. His smooth hips thrust toward my caress with a ragged groan from his lips.

“Show me, Jonathan.”

He smirked up at me, eyes glittering despite the darkness in this vehicle. “You want to see how my cock twitches and aches for you, don’t you?”

I nodded, swallowing again. That was enough for him to pull me back into a heated kiss. With a soft tap to my rear, he said, “Unbutton my shirt, Lina, while I bring out my cock for you to see.”

“And?”

His smile curled tighter. “And?”

I arched my brows at him, crossing my arms across my chest. “My reward?”

A deep, hoarse laugh rumbled out of him. He tilted his head coyly, cocking a brow at me. “I suggest you do as I say, Miss Lee. I’ll reward you well.”

He stuck out his tongue, wide and flat. I didn’t need further explanation. I unbuttoned his shirt as he requested, hands shaking. He chuckled. I barely made it to the third button when Jonathan undid his belt buckle with a loud clang and tugged his boxers down. His dick leaped out, blazing hot and red, the tip brushing over my dripping panties. We groaned in tandem.

“Fuck, Lina. You’re drenched.” He swallowed down a gasp as his hands held my hip.

His voice was a mere echo as I marveled at the girthy limb he released into the wild. It twitched under my gaze, practically weeping, a drop of fluid immediately budding at its red tip.

I wanted to touch it.

“May I?” I asked, pulling my hand to ghost over it.

Jonathan leaned back in his seat, sighing, “Yes, yes. Please.”

I curiously brushed my finger over it, spreading the liquid over its heated tip as he moaned. Another bud formed like it was an endless, dripping faucet—drop after drop beaded until it filled the space. I watched his face contort with another pant.

“Is this pre-ejaculate?” I asked, thinking of all those hours spent in physiology class.

“Yes. Pre-cum,” he breathed.

I spread the drop across his tip again. “Interesting.”

His chest heaved. “Your touch is too soft. Like this, Lina.”

He knocked my fingers away lightly. With a lewd spit into his hand, he formed a tight fist over the tip of his cock and stroked it in quick succession. A groan rumbled from him, and I could feel my inner thighs becoming slick.

“Fast,” he swallowed as we looked into each other’s eyes. Both our gazes were dark, flickering with desire—but his were hazed over with blazing flames. “I like it tight and fast.”