Tiger Lily: Part Two

by Amélie S. Duncan

  “You’ll get everything you wanted,” Dani had said.

  Was this what I wanted? Jonas babying me?

  I shifted, ready and not ready for him to release me. His full lips brushed against my forehead, and my heart fluttered as I imagined him holding me all night. But I couldn’t do that to him or me. My weakness was only making my dreams of being with him further away. Where I was right now, I doubted I would even make a companion for him. I didn’t have to worry about that, though. I had become a landmine of issues. Hell, I was crazy high maintenance. Most of all, Jonas didn’t belong to me. I was borrowing him from Melissa.

  “What are you thinking?” Jonas asked, a frown marring his gorgeous profile.

  “Nothing,” I mumbled. Then quickly answered “Melissa” before he pressed me for a real answer.

  His brows returned to normal and he nodded. This time I didn’t look for the reassurance I needed, instead I simply climbed out of the car. I looked around at the high-classed clientele, all dressed in the latest and greatest designer wear.

  And what was I wearing? A fleece with a tank top hanging out the bottom, sweatpants, and socks with ballet flats thanks to our quick exit from my apartment after our conversation about Declan. My hair was still nice from Dee’s magic, but still, I looked a mess. I dropped my head in embarrassment. That was when I felt Jonas’s arm settle around my shoulder, tucking me against his body.

  I braced myself for what I’d find when I glanced up at him. Surely there would be a hint of embarrassment at being seen with me at his lustrous second home, dressed in such contrast to his dark designer suit. However, what I found instead was his air of confidence that defied my appearance and dared challenging. This became even more evident with the manner in which all responded to him as the bell person collected my things from David, and led us through the hotel and up to his suite.

  My heart swelled. God, I loved this man. He caught my love struck gaze, and winked at me.

  “Let’s go,” Jonas whispered.

  We walked through the lobby like rock stars. Well, I was the lucky groupie and Jonas was the eye catching lead singer. All adoration pointed to him, which he acted oblivious to as we trouped up to his suite with the bell person rolling his briefcase and the trolley bag I didn’t recall packing.

  Once inside his suite, Jonas still hadn’t released me. Instead, he reached with one hand inside his coat and tipped the bag person. He walked us over to the phone once the door was closed.

  “Jonas, I’m not feeling dizzy anymore. You can release me.”

  I giggled at the oddity of us joined at the hip. He ignored me and continued his call. I realized then that he was a quiet storm next to me.

  “Steak, roast chicken. Salad, and fruit cups.” Once he completed the order, he announced, “We’ll have dinner and you’ll go to sleep. You can go take a bath now. Everything else, we’ll discuss tomorrow.”

  I pressed my hand to my stomach. “Don’t you think we should talk? I’m not hungry—”

  “I have work and phone calls to make right now. So just do as I say.” His tone was low and authoritative.

  “Again with that? I’m not a child.”

  I twisted away from him and he allowed me to go.

  Jonas scoffed. “But you want to argue like one? I’ll bathe, feed, and put you to bed.”

  My mind imagined Jonas’s hands all over my body, and a goofy grin spread across my face. He should have known that wasn’t going to motivate me. I was about to challenge him, but I saw the tiredness on his face.

  “Were you travelling today?” I asked.

  “No. I have been in town for a few days. I’ve just had a lot come up with work, and Paul had me out with him at a rock concert last night.”

  He took on that look of pride and pleasure he had when he talked about his son.

  “You must be tired,” I said. “And you’re probably behind with work. You spent the whole day with me….”

  A crease appeared on his cheek. “After all you’ve been through, and you’re worried about me? Don’t worry. I’m fine.”

  “Alright, I won’t fight. I’ll follow your orders. Mr. Crane, sir,” I said and jokingly saluted him.

  He stared at me, then walked over and kissed my forehead, which was becoming his go-to spot. I didn’t love it.

  “Good,” he said. “If you need help, just call out.”

  I turned my head so he wouldn’t see the mischief in my expression. “I don’t have anything to wear.”

  “I packed a T-shirt you can sleep in,” Jonas said, his hands on my shoulders moved me toward the bathroom.

  “Okay. I’m going. Do I smell or something?” I joked, sniffing myself.

  “No, but Dr. Steinman said warm baths and relaxation, and I agree,” he said.

  I walked inside the bathroom and started to undress. I could feel Jonas’s gaze, but when I turned around, he turned and walked out.

  “I’m right outside,” he called over his shoulder.

  My old records had a new insult. Now my weight loss repulsed him. I walked over to the tub and started filling it, climbing in when the water reached mid-way. I cleaned up, washing and moisturizing my face. Upon getting out, I pulled on a tank top and pants, easing the door open and walking out. Jonas was facing towards the windows. He had removed his suit jacket and was still in his shirt and slacks, his stance stoic.

  “No. Don’t come. Yes, I do. It is.” He turned to look at me and motioned towards the dining table. “Yes. If that’s what you want to do. Good night.”

  He hung up the phone and pushed his hands through his hair.

  I hesitated. “Is everything okay?” I asked.

  “Yes. Well, it will be,” he said and walked over to the table and held my seat out.

  I sat down and he took the seat next to me. Everything smelled wonderful. I eyed the roast chicken, Mediterranean vegetables, and rice pilaf on my plate. I tried to remember what I had last eaten before the yogurt, but nothing sprang to mind.

  Jonas spoke, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Let’s enjoy our dinner.”

  He watched me as I lifted a fork full of rice and ate it. Only then did he visibly ease.

  “No quotes, Mr. Crane?” I asked.

  He smiled wistfully. “Not tonight, Ms. Salomé.” He ate his grilled steak and tabbouleh salad, in between sending his fork over to me to try. “Just a bite.”

  I rolled my eyes. “You’re going to make my stomach explode.”

  He didn’t laugh, and we continued to eat in silence. I took a few more bites of my own and felt full.

  “How about a few bites of the fruit cup?” Jonas asked.

  I shook my head. “I’m honestly stuffed. I’d rather not.”

  Tension rose between us. My stomach knotted. I was at war with myself in wanting to please him, but at the same time getting him to believe me. I glanced at him and could still see the tension in his jaw as he stared at my plate.

  “Please don’t get upset,” I mumbled.

  “Don’t tell me how to feel,” Jonas said. Then he took a breath, placing his hand over mine. “I won’t overwhelm you tonight, but I’m here.”

  My lips parted. I wanted to ask for how long, but feared his answer. “You don’t have to do this. Why are you?”

  “Because you are my friend, first and foremost. And you need me.” Jonas squeezed my hand. “Now, I want you to sleep.”

  I stifled a yawn as I said, “I’m not that tired.”

  Jonas reached out and stroked my hair. “Yes, you are,” he said softly.

  My pulse sped up. “Are you joining me?”

  He looked away. “No. I have work. I’ll sleep later.”

  I plastered on a smile. “I didn’t think the next time I saw you would turn out like this. I’m sorry for lying to you. Thank you for…‌everything.”

  He hugged me to him. “I just wish I had known.”

  He took my hand and walked me back to the bed. Once I was under the duvet, he cupped the side of my face
.

  I stared into his eyes. Please touch me. “Thank you.”

  “Get some rest.”

  He kissed the end of my nose and let go. I sighed and watched him climb off the bed and leave the bedroom.

  My mind started to race, blocking my exhaustion. I removed my T-shirt and dumped it on the side of the bed, but left my underwear on and curled up on my side.

  “Lily.”

  Jonas came back. He had removed his work shirt and was now in a T-shirt and slacks. He climbed on top of the covers as he stretched out next to me.

  “Work can wait.”

  He stroked my hair, but didn’t move to climb under the covers to join me. My vision blurred as I relaxed into the soothing, rhythmic strokes of his hand petting me.

  “I’d like to have a look under that skirt, lay back,” he ordered.

  My pulse sped up again as heat rose in my body.

  “Jonas,” I whined.

  He slid his hand higher. He shook his head as he reached my skirt and tugged down my tights and panties.

  “Thigh highs and no panties tonight. I want to have access whenever I want to touch you.”

  I squirmed and took in a short breath.

  “Breathe, Lily.”

  He gazed at me and we took in a few breaths together, until we synced. He opened my thighs and dropped his gaze.

  “You’re beautiful and aroused. I can’t leave you like this. But, I’ll give you a choice.”

  He pushed a finger inside me.

  “Oh, God. Please,” I said breathy.

  “My hand,” Jonas whispered.

  He leaned down and swirled his tongue around my clit. “My tongue or….”

  “Jonas. Please,” I begged as my pulse pounded in my throat.

  He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, rubbing it against my slick sex. “My cock.”

  Yes. Jonas.

  “Lily.”

  “Your cock. Please,” I cried out.

  “Lily,” he chuckled.

  I woke with a start. Jonas. My skin was on fire as my awareness came fully back to me. Shit. I froze. Light shone behind my eyelids, which were now tightly squeezed shut as awareness of my place and actions came back to me. I loosened my hand, still in my panties, slick with my arousal. Why me?

  The sound of our breathing filled a few minutes, as I continued to lay there stuck between the bliss of my dream and the real mortification before me. I realized I hadn’t waxed, and that thought alone further fueled my discomfort. That and the realization Jonas had changed my clothing earlier. He’d probably seen. My skin warmed all the more.

  “Lily. It’s okay,” Jonas said softly.

  I started to remove my hand, but I felt Jonas’s hand on my wrist.

  “Don’t.”

  His breathing was heavier.

  My eyes opened and my breath hitched as I found him sitting up next to me, looking edible in just his briefs. His gaze burned into my hand where it still rested inside my panties. I squirmed as heat flooded my body and my pulse sped up.

  Jonas’s eyes moved to mine and they were almost black. His jaw was taught. He was right on the edge of need himself. He moved his hand to the top of my panties and pressed a finger between mine. He took in a sharp breath as he felt the soaked fabric. I moaned loudly and my hips lifted. That was all he needed.

  “Finish now,” Jonas growled out.

  Our eyes met, and our connection crackled between us.

  My breath was ragged as I shifted against his finger, willing him to continue, as I rubbed my clit under his apt gaze. He shifted closer and I caught sight of his erection, tenting the front of his briefs. I reached out and tugged at the top of them. I wanted him inside me more than I wanted my next breath.

  Jonas gripped my hand, stopping me. “Fuck.”

  He grunted and closed his eyes, his fingers slipping behind my panties and stroking my clit. That was all I needed. I gapped my legs wider. My hand moved out of the way and gripped the sheets as he continued to stroke my pussy with his finger.

  “We shouldn’t. You’re sick,” he said hoarsely, but neither of us wanted him to stop, and he didn’t.

  Pushing a finger in and curving it up, he honed in on my G-spot. My eyes rolling in my head, I cried out. I had already been on the edge of climax before he’d started fucking me with his fingers. He added another, sliding them in and out of my pussy. The slick, wet sound filled my ears as I moaned loudly, trying to hold back my climax.

  “Was I doing this in your dream? Tell me,” he said in a low tone. “Was I fucking you?”

  His words broke me apart, and I shuddered under his fingers as I climaxed.

  My body knew him and wanted more. I feared he would stop, but was pleased when I watched him pull off his briefs and grip his long, thick cock in his hand. The sight of him naked before me had me hot with desire for him again, like he hadn’t just sated me moments before. It couldn’t be helped. His body was a work of art. He was all lean muscles and tanned skin. The smooth hair on his chest lead down to his fully engorged cock. Beads of pre-cum glistened on the tip, making my mouth water.

  I leaned over and swiped my tongue over the head to taste him. He let out a groan. I moved my mouth to slide him in further. Fuck. He was hard as steel. He needed this. My jaw struggled to accommodate him, and I fought hard not to choke, fearing he would make me stop if I did. He was panting hard, though. He didn’t have the will to stop this.

  I wickedly took full advantage and closed my mouth around his shaft as I slid him to the back of my throat. Jonas’s eyes were tightly shut, his body tensed. His hips rocked a little, letting me know he had some control left, but needed for me to go faster. I wrapped a hand around his shaft and cupped his balls. I fell into his rhythm as I stroked him, continuing to lick and suck his cock. His balls started to tighten in my hand. He was close. I sucked and stroked faster.

  “Lily, Oh!” he cried out.

  He thrust fast and exploded in my mouth. I only sucked harder as I swallowed down every drop. Yes. He was mine.

  As Jonas came down, he touched my face and I let him go. He stared at me and I grinned up at him, feeling all the more wanted for having made him cave on his own resolve. But to my horror, I watched as his desire changed to empathy, his eyes cascading over my body.

  “Oh, Lily. I shouldn’t…‌We shouldn’t have.”

  “You’re no longer attracted to me,” I said in a small voice and moved to my side.

  He sighed. “I think I proved that I am, and you know that. But you are very thin, and I’m worried about you.”

  I knew his words came from a place of caring, but I was upset he had ruined what we just experienced. He moved my hair and kissed the back of my neck. His lips moved down my shoulder as his hand reached around and under my panties to cup my mound. His touch awakened my arousal again as his fingers rubbed me there. I could feel his cock coming alive against my back again, further proving his point. He was sexually attracted to me. I knew he was trying to comfort me now, but I wanted so much more.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  “I would take you too rough. I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as I panted and moved against his hand. “I’m…‌thin, not fragile.”

  I rasped a plea on my lips as he ground against me. Our breathing became staggered. His touch only made us hotter, taking us further from sleep.

  Must I beg? I let out a frustrated whimper as I pressed back into him. Fine.

  “Please,” I whispered again.

  Jonas removed his hand and turned over on his back. Our pants filled the night.

  “Only you, Lily. Turning me into a lover and not a fucker,” he growled out.

  I let out a snort in frustration. What did he mean by that? From where I laid, there was no fucking going on here.

  “Take off your panties,” he said in a guttural tone.

  I hooked the side of my panties, pulled them down and kicked them off.

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��Straddle me,” he commanded. I straddled his waist and reached behind me to take his cock, but he grabbed my ass and moved me up. “My face.”

  He meant his mouth, but I didn’t protest. Something was off with him. And I knew there was something I was supposed to remember, but the minute his mouth sealed on my pussy, all thoughts left me as bliss took hold of me. His tongue swirled inside me.

  “Oh, Jonas. God,” I praised as he devoured me.

  He flicked, lapped and sucked my pussy, rolling one climax on top of another. I tried to move away, seeking relief from the intensity, but he grunted and held me tight as he kept on eating me with a vengeance. Was he punishing me? The thought escaped as I cried out to him, waves of pleasure overwhelming me.

  “Jonas,” I groaned and moaned as I convulsed and came again, vibrating with the force of the moment. “Just fuck me,” I finally hissed.

  He paused. That was his line.

  “Fuck…‌Fuck it,” he bit out.

  He let me go and moved me down, his cock slipping inside me in one ecstatic, long glide. We moaned and stayed still, joined together. His eyes opened and I was sure my heart swelled in my chest, as our connection sealed between us. This was perfect. This was where he belonged.

  Gripping my hips, he moved me up and down his cock at a slow and gentle pace. I placed my hand on his clenched, muscled abs, as the sensations coursed through my body, building us to release. I looked down at Jonas’s face and my heart flipped at his bliss and struggle for control as he sought not to hurt me. He lifted up his hips between light touches on my breasts.

  Just then, his body tensed and he called out my name as he released beneath me, spilling hot inside me, bringing on another orgasm from within my walls. I echoed his name as my sex spasmed around him, milking him. My body shook as ecstasy blanketed me. We stayed that way for a few minutes, and then he lifted me off with ease and I stretched out on my back. I turned over and caught a bit of a scowl on his mouth, though his eyes were heavily lidded as he turned off the light.