20 - Hook Me Up

She hadn’t implicitly said it, but Jon interpreted her actions as giving him a green light – a green light he didn't realize he wanted that badly.  His dick was so hard that the friction from his fly was painful when it bumped the sofa cushion.

Curling his hands under the upper part of her leg, Jon held tight and bit her inner thigh through the fabric of her pants.  Her gasp and violent twitch, he took as another green light.

He could smell the sweetness clinging to her, mixed with her arousal, and he bit down on the opposite thigh, imagining how she was going to taste when he peeled these pants from her.  Dipping his head low, Jon languidly drew his nose forward along the seam at her crotch, starting as far back as he could burrow.  Her heat burned through the fabric, warming his skin and carrying the scent he wanted to wear on his lips.

He’d just touched the spot where her clit should be, when Petey let loose with a different kind of gasp and slid nimbly away from him until her butt was flush against the arm of the couch.

“No,” she breathed, pushing at him.  “Please, no.”

Her eyes were wide with distress, and fuck if that didn’t put things in a whole different perspective.  She was seriously spooked. This was deeper than keeping her emotional distance, and he berated himself for not figuring it out sooner. 

“Shhh, baby it’s okay.”  His hand stroked her calf soothingly, and the panic disappeared behind shuttered gold eyes, even as her legs trembled faintly against him.  “I won’t do anything you don’t want.”

The pink of embarrassment stained her cheeks and Jon found himself empathetic.  He’d spent enough time with Petey to know she was as much of a control freak as he was, and she had lost that control for a brief moment.  He could well imagine that she loathed that feeling of powerlessness in much the same way he did.

Determined to ease the awkwardness he didn’t dwell on it, picking right back up with what they were good at – sex with rules.

He propelled a searching hand beneath the hem of her sweater with a calming murmur.  “I’m just gonna kiss your tummy.  That belly button piercing does something for me.”  Flipping the sweater back just far enough to expose the glittering pink jewel, he paused and peered at her from under his lashes.  “Okay, Sugar?”

Eyes closing briefly, she nodded. 

Jon puffed a heated breath across the dangling ornament, before making a wet trail around her navel with his tongue to the rhythm of her fingers stroking his scalp.  The lingering ‘bad’ tension seeped out of Jon’s shoulders and he caved to the consuming need to please her.

Frowning at the waistband that limited his play area, Jon deliberately slid the button through its hole and eased the zipper down.   The plackets fell apart to reveal a creamy white strip of skin beneath her belly button.  Succumbing to its unspoken invitation, he nuzzled and inhaled the delicate, mouth-watering fragrance of Petey. 

Without warning, he drew a patch of the flesh into his mouth, sucking roughly until he was confident she’d been marked.  Permitting his lips to go lax, his eyes darkened at the strawberry love bite glowing brightly against her paleness.  It sent a rush of unadulterated testosterone through his system. 

No wonder she’s a biter.  That’s pretty damn satisfying.

His hands worked their way into her pants, shoving purposefully downward.  “Panties,” he mumbled through a haze of lust.  “I wanna see your pink panties.”

She hummed her acquiescence, lifting her hips so they could be liberated from the restrictive material.  He peeled the tight legs free and threw the garment aside, inspecting the exposed flowery confection with a leer.   “Have I mentioned how much I like your taste in lingerie?”   He slid a thumb across the embroidered roses dotting the edges of the sheer pink fabric before inching down to stroke the transparent mesh cupping her mound.  “So soft and girly under your scary Goth clothes.”

Her thighs clamped around his hand on a whimper, holding it close as she murmured with pleasure, grinding herself against his fingers.

Jon snickered under his breath.  She may not want his mouth there, but she wanted him there. 

The cushions gave way, soft leather slipping under his knees as Jon crawled up Petey’s body, intent on burrowing under her hair to the tempting column of her neck.  His necklace trailed along her torso, falling into the keyhole neckline of her sweater, the charms nestling between her breasts.

She hissed at the touch of cool metal against her over-warm body.

“Sorry, baby,” he crooned against the tender flesh of her neck as he sought to taste every part of her that she would allow.  Flattening his tongue, he fervently bathed the tendon that stood tense in the cradle of her shoulder, then nipped it sharply. 

Petey twitched with the slight pain, pushing her sex more tightly against the hand still held captive between her legs. 

He fought against the restraint, delving under the edge of her panties as his mouth greedily lapped along the angle of her jaw.   Jon’s fingers effortlessly slid through the slick folds and he rumbled in her ear.  “You’re so wet for me.”

“Inside,” was her breathless plea as the tips of his fingers did no more than tease the swollen flesh that pulsed under his skillful touch.  Frantic imp hands were rumpling his hair and she was sucking vigorously at the base of his throat, tongue flicking faster than a hummingbird against his jugular.

Damn, I want that mouth on me.

“Baby?” he whispered against her hair, plunging his middle finger deep into her core.

“Ohhh, God…  Whaa-at?”

Jon grinned wickedly, adding another finger to the hot, sticky pool of arousal.  Her internal muscles gripped him tight and a hiccupped breath relayed her approval.  She was close.  He could feel it.

Bringing his thumb into the mix, he flicked it across her clit as his fingers worked her from the inside.  “I’d love to see those red vampire lips stretched around my cock,” he softly drawled.  “Will you suck me?”

“Make me come.  Please?”  She thrust her hips against his fingers, alternating between rocking and swiveling to satisfy both her desire to be filled and to scrape his thumb against the engorged pink pearl of flesh.  With each delve of his fingers, Jon crooked them to massage that sweet little patch of flesh inside her entrance – the one that caused a flood of desire to coat his hand.

“Does that feel good?  You like riding my hand?”  He bent his head to the valley between her breasts, dredging his tongue through the soft crevice.  The even white enamel of his teeth left a memento when he  couldn’t resist the invitation of the jiggling bounty peeking so alluringly through the sweater.

“Oh Goddd…”  Petey’s head fell back as her hips bucked harder against his hand.  Fingers plunging deep, Jon let his thumb fall away to her cries of protest, instead grinding his palm against her clit with each thrust of his hand.  It was enough to push her over.  “Yessss!”  The guttural sound rattled in the back of her throat while her lower body convulsed around him.  The rippling muscles inside her danced along the length of his fingers, milking them with the spasms.

“How’s that, baby?  Was that what you wanted?”

Glassy eyes regarded him with satisfaction and she lazily dragged her thumb across the cleft in his chin.  “It was.  Thank you.”

The wetness pulled at him when he extracted his fingers.  Damn she was hot, and was even hotter when she splintered apart at his touch.

“I think it’s time to lose your clothes,” she observed lightly, short nails raking through his chest hair.  “I understand I’ve got something to wrap my lips around.”

How could he possibly harbor any more blood in his dick?  It was so full and hard now that he felt like a pirate with a wooden leg.

Jon ripped the shirt over his head, letting it flutter unheeded to the floor.  “I want you naked, too.”

Seeking his footing on the floor, he stood to release the fastenings on his jeans and hissed with pleasure when his erection sprang free from its confinement.  Denim pooled at his ankles, he offered a hand to assist her into an upright position so that she could shimmy the sweater over her head and pitch it to land on top of his discarded shirt.

Her bra was the same mixture of embroidered roses and sheer pink mesh as her panties. 

“So pretty,” he murmured as she stood beside him to release the lingerie into a filmy puddle at their feet.

Tender hands swept over the planes of his chest, teasing at his nipples and a soft smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.  “You’re probably prettier than I am,” she teased, leaving a lipstick shadow in the crevice of his neck when briefly touching her lips there.  “You wanna sit?”

“Mm,” was his neutral mumble, pushing rough hands into the long, inky locks that framed her face as he endeavored to swallow her with his eyes.  “You don’t have to do this if it’s too… intimate.”

Tiny hands came to rest atop his thighs and she assured him, “It’s not, but – fair warning – I can’t promise I’m any good at this.”

Slowly turning them both, Jon descended until he felt the cool leather under his backside, leaving her to stand between his open knees.  “Sugar, there is no such thing as a bad blowjob.  That sweet little mouth of yours around me is gonna feel amazing, no matter what.”  His cock twitched, the words alone making an impact.

“Understood.”  Soft dimples materialized in her cheeks when she smiled and fell gracefully to her knees before him.  Impatient little hands began skating through the hair on his legs and her focus zeroed in on his painfully throbbing hard-on.  Gentle determination filled her golden eyes as Jon leaned back into the cushions, folding his hands across his belly.

The air was sucked from his lungs with the next heartbeat.  She hadn’t wrapped her fingers around his arousal and popped the head in her mouth, which was what he’d been expecting.  No, she pushed his knees wider to gain access to his sac.  The moist heat of her mouth slathered over the drawn up flesh, that little hummingbird tongue doing a number on the sensitive skin behind his nuts.

“Ohhh fuck, Sugar,” he hissed, unable to stop his hand from diving into her hair and pushing it clear of her face so he could see what she was doing to him.

Her only response was to purr lightly, and he felt the sensation hum through him with the power of a electric shock.  Little wet licks at the base of his shaft had his head falling back, the muscles of his neck too weak to support it any longer as she single-mindedly licked him into a writhing frenzy.

Her tongue worked him like a stripper pole, swirling around, swabbing him up and down until Jon couldn’t tell where one motion stopped and another took up.  As good as it felt, it was just a tease.

Commanding his neck into service, he lifted his head to regard her from beneath hooded eyes.  “Suck me,” he implored hungrily, darkly.

As with anything else, Petey didn’t meekly submit, continuing to lick and tease the rigid skin at her own pace until she had her fill and decided she was ready for more.

She ushered him into the humid grotto of her mouth one heart stopping millimeter at a time, and Jon’s hips bucked involuntarily into the sultry slickness.  “Oh yeah, baby.  That’s it,” he groaned.

Spurred onward by his reaction, she pressed forward until her nose was entrenched in the thatch of hair at his groin.  The sensation of being buried balls deep in her mouth extracted another groan, this one guttural, from deep within his chest. 

Then…  Then she tightened those cherry red lips around his shaft, her cheeks hollowing out as she slowly worked his length out of her wickedly wanton mouth.  He’d scarcely registered the disappointment of being free when she reclaimed him and repeated the agonizingly deliberate and torturous process over and over. 

“Faster,” he begged shamelessly, hips lifting to meet each stroke in an effort to hasten her movements.  This time, she took the hint and bobbed on his cock, her little hand fisting him each time her mouth released him.  She had a thousand tongues of fire scorching his flesh as she hummed contentedly, sending the sensation buzzing through his scrotum.

He was so close.

Too close.

“Petey,” he gasped, stilling her motions with a firm hand on each side of her head.  “Stop.  Not yet.”

She lifted slumberous eyes to him, her glistening lips puffy from her efforts as she let his cock slide free.

He had to get inside her.  Now.

“Fuck,” he breathed angrily, frustrated hands flexing against her scalp.

“What’s wrong?”

“Rubbers,” he bit out.  “They’re upstairs.”

“I’m on birth control,” she rasped, clambering to her feet while her hands roamed his chest and stomach.  “I’ve only had one partner and it ended almost three years ago.  Clean bill of health every time since then.”

“Two years for me,” he murmured in disbelief.  “Clean bill of health.”

“Then fuck me,” she invited with a sexy-as-hell purr in his ear, planting one knee on each side of him, opening herself over his lap.

Mind spinning with lust and confusion, Jon gripped her waist, pulling her hips down to impale her with a desperate thrust.  Nothing - nothing - was better than being buried in a woman's heat, skin on skin.

“Jesus, Sugar, you feel so good on me.”  Levering up, he captured one of the cotton candy nipples, working it over his tongue until it blossomed in his mouth.  Each upward thrust was met with a sharp draw on her breast.

“Yessss…”

She ground her pubic bone against him with every stroke, each more insistent than the time before.  Her heat sucked at him just like her mouth was sucking at his neck.  Sharp teeth nibbled at him as he slammed into her, hips rising and falling in an ever-increasing tempo.  Her sweat-slicked body slithered against him and he released her nipple to flatten her against his chest as his strokes became shorter.  Faster.  More frenzied.  Desperate.

“Say my name, baby,” he ordered, racing for the pinnacle just beyond his reach.  “Tell me… who’s gonna make you come.”

Her breath tickled his ear when she whispered what he wanted to hear.  “Fuck me… Jon.  Let me come… with you.”

He fiercely gripped the ripe flesh of her bottom, pounding ruthlessly into her willing body, until he felt the first spasms around him.

“Oh…  God…  Yes, that’s…  Ohhhhhh!” 

Petey clutched at him, clawing at his shoulders, and the bite of pain wrenched him over the edge.  He threw his head back and roared through the cataclysmic release, emptying his body into hers until there was nothing left to give.

Spent, he felt himself twitch within her as the last of the firework display faded.  Her slight frame was a pleasant weight against him, both pliable and warm, and ragged breathing ruffled the hair at his neck.  He heard her mutter under her breath, “Incredible.”

Jon’s arms looped lazily around her and, settling his hands comfortably over her tattoo, rattled out a sigh of contentment.

He couldn’t have said it better himself.  Except…

One broad hand came to fondly stroke her hair from crown to mid-back, where he paused before murmuring, “Who hurt you, Sugar?”