Chapter 9: Compromises
I wake to Jonah's lips on my skin and my body is immediately alert. He traces my chin and neck with his tongue, travels down to my collarbone and chest, and leaves goosebumps all over my body when he reaches my navel. Adrenaline is coursing through me and I jolt as his lips and tongue trail my cock from base to tip. He gently takes me by the hips and turns me over. His weight against my back pushes me further into the soft mattress. His hard cock rests in the crack of my ass and I want him inside me, now.
He kisses the back of my neck and trails kisses down my spine. When he reaches the small of my back his tongue plays with the dimples over my ass cheeks and I convulse under him. My fingers grasp the pillow under me as he runs his wet tongue between the crack of my ass down to my hole. He licks and nibbles and pushes against the opening and I press into him. "Fuck me," I beg. His tongue does not stop its assault on my hole. "Please Jonah, I need you inside me," I am desperate. My hole is numb with stimulation and my dick is throbbing under me like it has its own heartbeat.
Jonah pulls me up onto my knees. He is going so slow I think he might be deliberately torturing me. "Please," I beg again. Jonah's hard cock opens my hole and my breathing heightens in anticipation. He slowly slides into me until I feel his balls against my ass cheeks. Jonah's hips move against me and I feel it inside me. "Yes," I encourage him, but he continues his slow torture of my senses. His fingers wrap around my hard-on and I am unsure how long I will be able to hold on to my control. "God Jonah," I can't help but call out his name as I come alive. "Fuck!" I scream out and lose all control. My ass tightens around Jonah's dick and I can feel him pulsating. "Jacob," he says my name as he finds his own release.
"You're amazing." I bring Jonah's face to mine and put everything I am feeling into a long, passionate kiss.
"As much as I would love to do this all day, we should probably get out of bed," Jonah says with a sigh.
"I guess," I say in my best bratty child voice.
My phone rings as we're about to have breakfast and when I see it's my mother I am tempted to let it go to voicemail. "Hi mom." I answer it.
"Hi," she responds with surprise. "I didn't think you'd answer."
"Did you talk to dad, or Rich?" I try not to be cold but I'm not good at masking my feelings.
"Yes," she answers but does not offer more.
"Are you home now?" I press.
"No, I'm still at grandma's, your father is being impossible."
I put the phone on speaker and set it on the table between us.
"What did he say when you talked to him?" I ask.
"He insists that you need professional help and he is not going to give up on trying to get you to see someone. He says that he will do whatever it takes."
"Hold on a sec mom," I press the mute button. "I'm going to conference in dad, are you ready for this or should we finish breakfast first?" I ask Jonah.
"Let's get it over with now," he suggests.
I take mom off mute and explain what I'm doing. Dad answers on the second ring and I am honestly surprised he took my call. "Hi dad, I've got mom on the line and you're on speaker so you have Jonah and I."
"We've said it before but I think it is worth repeating. Jonah and I are adults. Legally living on our own. We pay our own bills and make our own money. There is absolutely nothing we rely on you for, financially. That fact is important to understand because we can, and are willing to, cut all ties with the entire family. You cannot legally force us into anything we do not agree to. You know this, dad, it is basic law. Unless we are reliant on you to live, having you pay for college, food, cars. Basic essentials. You have zero right to dictate what we do or why." I pause to take a breath and see if either of them have anything to say.
"Unless what you are doing is illegal," dad says.
"You cannot seriously believe that any judge will hear your case if you bring us up on legal charges. We are not hurting anyone. Despite how you feel about our relationship," Jonah replies. "And again, why is it any of your business what we do in the privacy of our home? We are not under your roof and your rules no longer apply."
"Will you agree to at least talk to someone about it?" mom asks.
"Why? What is it you think they're going to say, or do, that will change how we feel about each other?" Jonah says.
Neither of them has an answer.
"I am trying not to give out ultimatums, but it seems to be the only way you are going to understand what we're saying here. If this continues, if we are ambushed by random therapists or threatened with legal action. If you continue this bullshit rouse of a separation. We will not hesitate to cut you out of our lives. Zero contact," I say with as much power and authority as I can muster.
"We will make one compromise though," Jonah says. "We will keep it between us. The rest of the family does not need to know. We won't parade around holding hands and showing off. Again."
"Your mother and I will talk and we'll let you know what we decide." Dad is still holding on to his authority, although he knows deep down he has none.
