“We don’t have to…” Jonathan’s voice is guttural, strained.
His eyebrows tick upward when I shush him. “I want to.”
He sits down at the foot of the bed, still holding me against his lap. I unhook my bra before either of us can change my mind. I reach between us, undoing his pants, minding his gaze. I shove them to his ankles as I lower down his length, tugging them off with his boxers when I’m on my knees looking up at him. My, my—
What a fine, fat cock!
“I want to,” I whisper again, breathlessly, as much to his arousal as him. Jonathan issues another deep growl. He strips his shirt. Nice, broad plane of rigid muscle and rippled sinew. My lady parts tingle. His stomach goes taut as I lick a trail up along his inner thigh, where the coarse dark hair gradually thins from his kneecap to the base of his shaft, then higher, drawing little circles with my tongue at the sensitive point where the shaft joins the head. He shudders, his hands lowering to grip his thighs. I pet him, slowly, from root to tip, playing with him in long strokes and teasing, flickering licks. Jon’s mouth forms a small, suggestive ‘o’ and he tilts his head back, encouraging me. Then comes a low, hoarse groan from the back of his throat, as I bring every inch into my mouth, my pussy trembling so hard, I wish I’d chosen to mount him instead.
I mirror his noises, compulsively. He shudders harder. The silky skin and hot, sweet precum are enough to tow me over the edge with him.
“If you want to end this right now,” he implores, wrapping his hand around the back of my head, “keep doing that.”
I smile the best I can with my lips still wrapped around his sex. I flick my gaze up to his face, coaxing him a fraction closer toward his release with one more long, slow suck.
“You madwoman.”
I giggle. He gathers me in his strong arms. It’s almost sweet.
Then he throws me into his bed.
Big Jon
I’m past the point of stopping now. Kristin is perfect in every way. Her luscious curves and hot mouth are daring to annihilate me.
“I never do this kind of thing!” she says again. I tug her skirt down past her cute feet.
“I know.” I sheathe a condom over my cock.
“Now I know why they call you Big Jon.”
“Is that why?” I smirk. I’m not sure how or why the nickname started. No one at work has ever actually seen my cock.
I gaze at Kristin’s winding form. Damn she looks good, lying prone in my bed. I’d like to survey every piece of her, discover her, taste her pretty pink, lush little cunt. If she hadn’t already brought me to the brink of coating the back of her throat, I’d take my time with her right now.
I’d take my time proving to her...I’m falling in love.
“Do you have any idea how magnificent you are?” I clamber on top of her, caging her in all fours.
“Show me,” she tempts.
I grasp her hips and grapple her, flipping us so she’s on top. “Like this,” I grouse. “So I can see all of you.”
Her eyes go wide. A rosy blush colors her cheeks. She sits up, crosses her arms over her tits.
“Don’t you dare hide,” I grumble. “Lemme see you.”
“O-okay.”
I reach up to cup her globes, and she relents. Smiling, she yields to my touch. My hands slide down her curves to grip her hips again. I lift her up and over me. Looking down to where we just about touch, where my desire for her is hammering hardest, she licks her lips.
“Yeah, baby. Sit down on that cock.”
“Mmm,” she moans, dulcetly, shifting her hips right over mine.
My eyes roll back when she slides her pussy down on me, coating the head in hot, creamy nectar. I watch her face reflect my own concentrated pleasure, her blue eyes scorching like bright, fast fire. She lowers more, till every throbbing inch is wet. Her delicate walls fist my dick. The tight squeeze and silk-like flesh shock my pulse, ramping my drive into top gear.
“Fuck.” I cinch her hips down harder on me. “You feel so fuckin’ good.” I lift her hips, cinch her tight to me again, plunging deeply in and out, harder, hotter, in, and out…until she all but owns my cock.
And I own her.
“Yes, Jon...” She mewls, raggedly. “Yes! Yes!”
“Come for me, baby,” I moan, delighted. I hold her up with her hands in mine. She pulsates around my shaft, drenching me in a flood of warmth.
She rolls her hips, languidly as she comes down.
And then I go up in flames, finishing hard and deep in her perfect, shuddering core.
Five
Big Jon
Few things ever brought me as much satisfaction as holding Kristin as she nods off. I know she’ll need to wake up soon, leave to pick up her daughters from after-school and take them home. I can let her sleep until it’s time.
It’s wild, how badly I’ve fallen for this woman. I know of her…but do I really know her? It isn’t anything I can explain. Not with science or reason. Some matters are better left for the heart to decide.
Her eyelids flutter open, and she whispers words that echo my thoughts.
“I think…I’m falling in love with you, Jonathan.”
I still for a breath. Then I hold her tighter to me. I want to tell her that I feel the same way. Even after the high ebbs. This inexplicable love. I’m not great with the words though. She’s pouring her heart out to me, and I have no fuckin’ clue what to say.
“I know it sounds crazy…” Kristin mutters, opening her eyes all the way and meeting mine. “…I feel like I’ve known you for a long time. A helluva lot longer than a single day.” She giggles. “Not even a full day.”
“In a way, I guess, you have.” I stroke her back.
“I have?”
“Sort of. Well. We’ve changed a lot.” I smile, gazing down at her pretty face. “You really don’t remember me?”
She pulls a face, confused. I didn’t really want to say anything. I didn’t want to wig her out. I didn’t think it’d matter…I didn’t think I’d feel this way. Or that she would, too.
“You were called ‘Kristy’ back then,” I explain.
She stiffens slightly in my arms. Her voice is soft, but accusing. “How do you know that?” she asks. “Lucky guess?”
“No,” I snicker. Guess there’s no turning back now. “I was Johnny…Johnny Wells.” I wait for the other shoe to drop, but it never does. Kristin has no idea what I’m talking about. “Wow. And to think I only wondered if you were pretending you never noticed me.”
She untangles from my embrace. “I…don’t understand.”
I get up to find the yearbook, it’s gotta be around here somewhere, ah, yeah—there it is. I take it back to bed with me. “You were voted Most Likely to Succeed.”
“You’re scaring me, Jon. I’ve gotta tell ya I’m a little creeped out right n—”
“See?” I flip to the page and point to her picture. “Kristy Max.” When she doesn’t say anything, I point to mine. “And that’s me. Johnny Wells.” I slide her a look, quirking my eyebrow. “Right. Next. To. You.”