"Is that a deliberate move on your part Zoe?"
"I don't know what you mean." She looked at him trying to keep her face blank.
"Yes you do." He pushed his plate away and stood up gazing at her like a predator.
She knew that look and the heat pooled between her thighs. She swallowed to stop the mewling sound rising in her throat but it passed through her lips. Their gazes locked, and Jonas walked around to pull Zoe from her chair. Without protest she leaned into his chest, her legs weak again.
****
Jonas scooped her up for the second time today and walked down the hall to his bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and gently laid Zoe on his bed. He leaned over her and with his fingertips brushed her hair from her face. Her grey eyes were glassy with the look he remembered so well. Resting his body down next to her, he traced the line of her jaw, watching her throat as she swallowed.
His cock throbbed in his jeans and it took all of his restraint to go slowly. This he wanted to savor. After ten years without her in his bed, the first time was going to be a search of rediscovery.
He ran his finger down her throat over her shirt and underneath to her soft skin. He splayed his hand across her stomach watching her eyes close under his caresses. Zoe arched her body up and he cupped her breast teasing the pert nipple with his thumb.
Zoe reached down and tried to undo the buttons but her fingers fumbled. Jonas brushed her hand away and undid them, spreading the shirt to reveal her milky white skin.
He dipped his head and traced around her rosy pink nipple with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Tugging with his teeth, he gave into the fantasies that played in his mind while she was gone pulling until she cried out his name.
Zoe squirmed under him and she reached for his zip. Jonas lifted himself from the bed to give her better access. With a groan he stood and helped her pull down his jeans. His cock sprung free and she grabbed it greedily. She held him in her grasp while he lay back down beside her. Nose to nose they lay together letting their fingers go on a trail of rediscovery until he could stand it no longer. Pushing her onto her back Jonas rolled on top of her burying his face in the soft skin of her neck.
Zoe wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him close. He smiled at the small mewling sounds coming from her throat, a noise that had always made him randy and had him lusting after her. Easing his body lower his lips captured her nipple. Zoe pushed her breast up higher, begging him to suckle. Using his teeth, Jonas worked the small nub of hardening flesh, tugging when she moaned under him.
Tracing his tongue down between her breasts Jonas licked each rib, crossing her stomach in a dance that was pushing him perilously close to the edge.
"Oh my God, Jonas. Don't stop."
He laughed quietly.
As if he could now.
Dipping his head lower he ran his tongue into her belly button. He knew the small dent was one of Zoe's more sensitive spots. He swirled his tongue around the rim, flicking the edge while she bucked under him. The pressure of her hands on his head meant one thing. She was close to the edge and he knew she wanted his mouth on her sex.
Willingly Jonas conceded to her need. Zoe parted her folds with her fingers and lay herself open for him. As his tongue swiped the length of her she moaned, a guttural sound made his cock jerk in anticipation. Jonas ran his tongue up and down her sex again, playing with the small nub of flesh that was hardening under his touch.
He inserted a finger into her slick folds and worked her while he sucked. Zoe gripped her hands in his hair trapping him between her thighs as she came groaning her pleasure as her release shot through her body.
Leaning up on his elbows he watched her come back to herself. She was panting and her breasts heaved with each breath.
"Wow. That was, um, really fantastic. I needed that." Zoe grinned at him before sitting up and leaning into his face. She kept her gaze locked on his and ran her tongue around his lips. "Hmmm, nice," she murmured before plunging it into his mouth. Jonas grabbed her head between both of his hands and held her tight. Her tongue was fresh and minty while his tasted of her arousal. She sucked his tongue into her mouth, moaning low in her throat.
He found himself pushed back onto the bed and Zoe straddled him.
"My turn," she said, a wicked glint in her eye.
"If I must," Jonas replied and lay back closing his eyes.
***
She had wanted this for so long her insides were like jelly. Horny as hell but still a little bit apprehensive about the idea of using him for sex until he left, Zoe wondered if she was making the biggest mistake of her life. What if things went wrong and she couldn't let go? To get emotionally involved would be tragic. Being hurt by him again would be too much. Mentally shaking herself, Zoe focused on the here and now.
Sex. That was all it would be, plain and simple sex.
She leaned over Jonas and smiled. "I don't want you to move, buddy. Not a single hair, got it?"
His eyes narrowed and Zoe could see the lust rising in his gaze. This had been one of their favorite games. 'Don't move or I walk away.' Jonas nodded his head.
Zoe took hold of both of his hands and lay them up above his head. His body was stretched out beautifully showing off the mature man he had become.
Oh how she had missed this body.
She started at his temple, soft kisses and licks to tease him while he lay beneath her. The only movement she would allow would be the rise and uncontrollable jerking of his cock.
She bit his top lip, inflicting enough pain to make him pull back, licking it softly when the sharp he drew in a sharp breath. Zoe pushed aside a twinge of guilt. She bit him again, this time on the chin. Zoe grated her teeth over the short stubble, the stiff hairs rasped on her tongue and sent small jolts of electricity straight to her clit.
Jonas squirmed under her when she ground her sex into him.
"Uh ha," she cautioned. She was rewarded with a smoldering glare. With what she hoped was a seductive smile, Zoe grinned and lowered her lips to his throat. Moistening her tongue, she ran it around his throat and up to his ear, circling his lobe before sucking it into her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed his mouth pinched tight.
She smiled to herself. They still knew how to push the right buttons for each other. Her decision to have him for a sex friend was making more sense to her. Zoe stifled a small giggle and slid down his body capturing his nipple in her mouth. His cock was moving against her stomach leaving her wet and needy again. Holding her breath she slid further down. She captured his cock in her hand, running her thumb over the drop of moisture shining on the tip.
"Zoe, you're killing me here."
"Suck it up, boy. You had your chance, now it's my turn."
"You always had to drag it out, didn't you?"
Zoe smiled at the wanting in his voice. "Hmm, well I can and there is nothing you can do about it now. Unless you want to forfeit, that is?"
"Not a chance. Do your best, kid. Just please don't make it too long or I won't be responsible for my actions."
"I'm sure you are up for more than one tonight Jonas. Surely you haven't lost your staying power that much."
"You'll find out if you keep teasing me like this."
Zoe lowered her head to his cock. Slowly at first she swirled her tongue around the tip, nipping the edge of the soft skin. He groaned and thrust his hips up but she pulled back and smacked her other hand on his hip.
"No."
She waited for him to relax before lowering her head again. This time she took him deep into her mouth and sighed with pleasure. She had missed their games. More importantly she had missed him. If Zoe could make time go back she would change so many things. The one thing she would never change was the relationship she had with Jonas. Their sex games revitalized her after long days on the farm working in the dust and the heat. It was a unique relationship she had found impossible to replicate with anyone else.
She swirled her tongue aro
und and down his shaft and squeezed his sack in her hand. Jonas thrust his hips, gently at first and when she drew him into her mouth deeper he intensified his actions. Zoe ignored his groans coming and worked him until his balls tightened under her grasp. He went still seconds before his cock spurted warm salty fluid into her throat.
Zoe milked every drop from him before she looked up. Jonas was watching her, a lazy smile on his face.
"Well, I guess we'll see how much go you have in you now." Zoe leaned back up over him and rested herself on his chest with her face tucked into his neck. Reaching up she tweaked his nipples watching them pucker up. "Have you played our game with anyone else?"
She waited with bated breath for him to answer. He ran his fingers down her arm before speaking and her flesh tingled. Winding her fingers through his she brought them up to look at. Zoe wanted to bring them to her lips but needed to hear the answer first.
"No. That was our special thing. Have you?"
"I couldn't. It was something sacred for me." Ever so slowly she brought his hand to her mouth and caressed it with her lips, kissing his knuckles in turn.
Then Zoe leaned up and looked down at his erection twitching against his stomach. "Ready for the next round I see."
Jonas flipped her over on her stomach and stood up, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Parting her legs he ran his finger over her slick sex. Zoe opened wider for him and thrust her bottom up, the cool air and the thought of what was coming making her twitch.
"God Zoe, you are one special woman."
She sighed in pleasure and waited for him to enter her. The sound of a drawer opening and the rip of a tin foil packet reached her ears while she waited. His hands grasped her hips and he plunged into her. Zoe pushed back against him, taking him all the way in. He stilled for a moment and she relished the way he filled her.
It became a joining of two souls. They moved with a dance of knowing what the other wanted and needed. The ten years apart had not damped the sexual freedom they gave each other. Zoe held back a sob of pleasure as Jonas increased his pace. She leaned down and with one hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently.
They grew heavy in her clasp and she let go when Jonas increased his pace. With her hands on the bed in front of her, she pushed back against his thrusts, her climax building. Zoe let the orgasm wash over her, clenching his cock with her muscles not wanting to let him withdraw. Seconds later he stilled and groaned. Zoe wrapped her body around him in a tight clasp, milking him of every last drop.
She leaned her head on the bed, exhausted but elated now she had finally had decent sex. Jonas pulled out of her and walked to the bathroom. She heard the flush of the toilet before he came back and lay beside her.
"That was good, Jonas. Thanks."
"Since when have you thanked me for sex? It's not like I didn't enjoy it either, Zoe."
"Yeah but it's different now. We're not a couple anymore."
"We were kids then. We can work this out."
Zoe bolted upright and slid her feet to the floor. She rummaged around in the bedding and threw her clothes on the sheets looking for her underwear.
****
He lay back on the bed and watched Zoe pull her clothes on. Every line of her body was neater and trimmer than he remembered but it was as though they had never been apart. He reached out and ran his palm down her hip and cupped her butt wondering if another round was on the cards.
"Why don't you stay with me the night?"
Zoe glanced at him, a look of panic in her eyes. "Jonas, that isn't going to happen. This was sex, you scratch my itch I'll scratch yours. I don't want any more than that." She closed her eyes and sighed before looking at him again. "I thought you wanted that too."
He sat up, shocked. "When did I give you the idea that was what I wanted?"
"You never wanted the things I did, even when we were younger. Why would that suddenly change?" Her hand was at her throat.
"We were kids and I wasn't ready for the whole kids and marriage scene. You knew that. I'm talking now, what just happened here."
"You never gave me the idea you wanted any more than sex."
"When did I ever say otherwise?" He stood up and looked down at her, his good mood darkening dangerously.
"Just forget it. My mistake, your gain." She pulled the front of her shirt together and stormed from the room slamming the door behind her.
Chapter Seven
Zoe reached her room and shut the door, leaning against it. Her breathing had turned shallow and she fought the panic threatening to surface.
He thought I was making up with him. The idiot. Why would he think that I would forget being taken for a fool. It was sex, plain and simple. Nothing more, nothing less. Shame it would only be the once by the look of it.
Calmer now, Zoe walked over, threw herself down on the bed and grabbed her pillow in a big hug. She snuggled down and relaxed, the endorphins of her sexual encounter easing the tension in her body from the last two days in the saddle. Closing her eyes, she replayed the sex in her mind and fell asleep clinging to her pillow wishing for things she could not have.
When she woke the next morning it was to the noise of the kookaburras outside her bedroom window. She rolled over and stretched ignoring that she was still in her sweatpants and old shirt. Her body hummed with relaxed pleasure and she opted for a shower before going for breakfast.
She stood under the spray of water her fingers trailing over her body following the path of Jonas's hands last night. It was a shame she had misunderstood him but the sex was worth the grief she knew she was going to get from him.
Fancy thinking she had forgiven him for treating her like that.
Ten years wasn't long enough to burn the picture from her mind. On the other hand, if she could convince him her idea of a relationship was the only possible thing for them for the foreseeable future, she would be happy. At least that is what she was trying to tell herself. No point in hoping for something long term because Jonas was moving on anyway once the farm was going according to plan.
She toweled her hair off and pulled it into a messy knot on top of her head and then pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a work shirt before heading out to the kitchen. Brandon was standing at the sink and Jonas was at the table, a cup of coffee in one hand and the newspaper in front of him.
"Morning, boys."
Jonas nodded in her direction and went back to his newspaper and Brandon smiled shrugging his shoulders. "Coffee kid?"
"Please. I need some breakfast. Anyone else want toast?" She looked around.
"No thanks," Jonas replied. He folded the paper, got up and put his cup in the sink before walking out the door.
"What happened last night? Anything I need to know about?" Brandon asked. He leaned against the kitchen counter and watched her making toast.
"Nope not unless you have something to share as well. Why?"
"Jonas seems in a pissy mood today and you are super chirpy." He crossed his arms and glanced at her, a frown on his face. "From memory, it means you two had words and you came off best."
"Nothing doing, Bran. I have nothing I want to share. Now what's on the agenda for today?" Zoe took her coffee and toast to the table and sat down.
"We need to clean up and sort out the cattle we brought in before the auction. I want to see what's for sale anyway so that will take a couple of days. I think Jonas has to go into the city for a meeting tomorrow. You can give us a hand to get most of it done before he goes if you don't mind."
"Sure. Dipping and tagging the calves while we are at it, I assume?"
"May as well."
"Okay, give me half an hour and I'll meet you out there." She grabbed the paper and scanned the headlines while she ate her breakfast.
****
Jonas was in Pete's office when he heard her voice. His gut tightened and he tried to ignore the rich tone that sent a tremor though his body.
Sex friends. Where the hell had she gotten that idea? He would never do that to
her. Sure he had been offhand since he picked her up from the airport but hell, the woman was standing in a damp shirt showing off the most delightful breasts he had ever had the pleasure of intimately knowing on a body made for ogling. The first thing she did was snap at him demanding to know why he was picking her up instead of her brother.
Now she wanted to treat him like her own personal sex toy and he was just supposed to go along with it.
Fuck that!
While he was insane to turn her away, he wanted an arrangement on his terms and that didn't include her leaving his bed once she had her fill. They were both more mature now with careers behind them. None of it would have happened if Zoe had had her way when they were kids. It would be all or nothing and he would do everything in his power to get things his own way. She wasn't immune to him, and he knew it.
Her voice reached him.
"Who owns that car and why is it in here?" Jonas could just imagine the way she was standing when her voice was that tone, uppity and petulant.
"Jonas's, who do you think?" Brandon replied.
"Oh for fuck's sake, why would he bring that here? This is the bloody country for God's sake. Not the place for a machine like this."
Jonas walked out of the office and around the corner to the shed where he had parked his Porsche Cayman 'S.' "Because I can, that's why."
"Aren't you scared you might chip the paint, Jonas? I mean, there's a big difference driving in the city to our roads out here."
"No." He knew she was more pissed off because of where the car was, in their special place, not the fact he had his town car on the farm.
"Well, why is it here then? Not like it will get much use out here unless you enjoy showing it off."
"I think you know me better than that, Zoe. If you must have a reason for my actions it is because I choose to drive myself to the city and back, the limousine service I used to pick you up is on an as needs arise contract. No point owning a car like this and never using it." He leaned against the wall of the shed and stared at her. He could see in her eyes she was remembering this was their favorite spot. The place where they spent a fair bit of their time, especially at night when the farm was quiet. Time exploring each other's bodies just as they had again last night. The sparks flew between them heating his blood leaving a bitter sweet hole in his gut.
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