The orgasm hit hard enough to pull a helpless moan out of me, and before I could even process that, before I could think about what my body was doing, he had both arms locked around my waist holding me in place while he started thrusting up into my mouth, losing the last of his control right along with me. All the while he kept his mouth sealed over my spasming cunt.
I was still coming, still shaking, when I felt the hot, sudden flood of his release down my throat.
Everything after that hit in a rush so hard I could barely think. I was still shaking from coming when another surge tore through me, sudden and impossible to stop, a hot flood of liquid spilling out of me while he still had his mouth on me and both arms locked around my waist. I couldn’t even jerk away from it, and by the time he finally let me go I was pretty sure I had just drowned him.
“Oh my God.”
I got off the couch fast, face burning so hot it felt like I might actually burst into flames, and ran to the nearest bathroom to grab him a towel like maybe if I moved fast enough I could somehow undo the last ten seconds.
My whole body was still shaking from the orgasm, but that didn’t stop the humiliation from crashing in right behind it. I had been having the hottest moment of my life, finally getting exactly what I had been begging for, and somehow I had managed to turn it into this. Not sexy. Not mysterious. Not anything I could play off later if I needed to. I had lost control all over his face like an absolute disaster, and now there was no way he was ever going to look at me without remembering it.
I stood there gripping the towel for a second, mortified all over again, because of course this would happen to me. Of course the first time he really touched me like that, the firsttime he made me come like that, my body would do something I didn’t even know it could do and leave me sprinting for cleanup.
By the time I came back into the office clutching the towel, I was already apologizing before I had even fully crossed the room.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that was going to happen, I’ve literally never done that before—”
Jonas took the towel from me, still breathing a little harder than usual but otherwise looking far too calm for someone who had just ended up wearing my meltdown.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asked.
I stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Because I just…” I lowered my voice, mortified all over again. “I just basically peed on you.”
He blinked once.
Then he laughed.
Not mean. Not mocking. Just genuinely amused in a way that made me want to die and kiss him at the same time.
“That wasn’t piss.”
I folded my arms. “Come on. I’m not stupid.”
“You’re not,” he agreed. “But you’re wrong.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “And you know that how?”
That got another laugh out of him, softer this time.
“I have enough experience to know the difference.”
I stared.
Then, before I could stop myself, I said, “You’ve been peed on? On purpose?”
He laughed again, louder this time. “No. Unless you're into that?”
I made a face. "No..."
He reached for me then, still smiling, and pulled me into his lap before I could decide whether I was more embarrassed or horrified. “I’m trying to make you feel better, baby girl.”
I let him pull me in, still half stiff with mortification. “That is not helping.”
“It should.” He brushed my hair back from my face with a tenderness that made my throat go tight for a completely different reason. “You have nothing to apologize for. I got to make you cum so hard you squirted for me. And it was fucking beautiful.”