Distracting the Billionaire's Son Read Online Free Page B

“No. I don’t do that, I mean, with anyone.”
    Jonah looked annoyed, seized my arms, yanked me back to him.
“Don’t be like some embarrassed girl. Your body is a pleasure to look at and I
want to see more of it.”
    “It’s not like that. I just, don’t. Please, ask me for
anything else. Just not that.”
    The annoyance disappeared as fast as it had come to a new,
intense gaze that started at my belly and traced its way up to my eyes, my
mouth. He reached for my face again, touched my lips with the thumb I’d licked.
    “Anything?”
    Anything, anything else , I thought. I was surprised
by how ready I was to beg. Is this what I wanted, to give myself over to my
best friend’s troubled, distant brother? Yes, I decided. Tonight that’s what I
wanted.
     “If I tell you to take my cock out and suck it until I
come, you’ll do as I say?”
    His language made something in my belly twist, made me wet,
and tremble just enough for him to notice. This must have been yes enough because he wrapped his hand around the back of my head, buried his
fingers in my hair, and pulled my face close to his. His lips were inches from
mine, his eyes so intensely burning through mine.
    “Do it,” he commanded. “Take it out.”
    My hands shook a little as I reached between us, stroked my
palms down his thighs to discover how very hard he was already, pushing against
the fabric and ready when I worked at his belt. He strained closer to my hands,
a little feral hiss escaping his lips.
    “Don’t make me wait,” he pressed, which only made my fingers
stumble more. As soon as his belt was open, I unzipped him slowly, because of
my own nervousness and also because I knew it would increase his impatience. I
was rewarded with another hiss.
    I wanted him to kiss me. I touched my forehead to his,
pushed his pants back, pulled his boxers down so I could access all of him. I
couldn’t see what I was doing, how big he was, but I was thrilled when I
wrapped my fingers around the hard, engorged length of him. Longer than my palm,
hot to the touch, as thick as my wrist. He closed his eyes briefly, enjoying
some private pleasure. With his eyes closed I leaned into his mouth until mine just
brushed his lips.
    His eyes flew open and he jerked his head back enough that I
couldn’t continue the kiss. The secret pleasure was replaced by uncontained
lust and that distance, dark and brooding.
    “We won’t be doing that ,” he admonished and tightened
his grip on the back of my head. “Down.”
    A mewl escaped my throat. His words soaked my panties and I
knew I’d do anything to ease the wall he built between him and the world. I’d
do anything to prove he could kiss me, to make him want to kiss me.
    I shifted back a few inches, squeezed my thighs together and
lowered my head between his legs. His hand pushed me down, but I’d have gone
anyway. I gave his shaft a squeeze, stroked the skin up to the head and back
down. He said nothing, but his breath quickened in time with my racing heart.
    He wouldn’t like me kissing it, I had the feeling that level
of intimacy was off the table. He wanted me to suck it, a strange girl on her
knees for him, and so I did what I thought he’d want most. I took the head into
my mouth, closed my lips around it and sucked teasingly once, then twice. His
fingers tightened into fists in my hair and I could feel him forcing himself to
relax, to not give too much power over to my mouth.
    “Suck it, little girl,” he murmured. “Prove yourself to me.”
    His words encouraged me. I licked the tip, rubbed the flat
of my tongue across it and traced a circle around the rough ridge. I licked
softly, pulled it out of my mouth wetly and moved my hand out of the way so I
could lick from his balls back up to the head.
    I pushed it back into my mouth and began the deliberately
slow motion of taking him deeper.
    It slid across my tongue, bumped the roof of my mouth. When
I went as far as I thought I could go, I stopped and