Seven

Spent and utterly satisfied, Jon dropped to the mattress beside Cheryl. He gathered her close and kissed her tenderly, tucking her under his arm. She lay on his chest, his heart thudding in her ear, tracing lazy patterns in his fur.

“Are we still playing what if?” Cheryl asked quietly.

“Sure thing,” Jon answered, stroking her arm with calloused fingertips.

“What if I told you that was the most amazing experience of my entire life?”

Jon stretched his neck so he could look down at her. “Then I’d have to say it was my ultimate pleasure to give it to you.” He kissed the crown of her head.

They lay there for a while, Cheryl lightly exploring Jon’s chest. She found if she scraped her fingernails across his firm brown nipples he’d hiss and squeeze her tight. She learned that the skin just under his hipbones was extremely sensitive, and when she slid her fingers over it, he twitched and laughed, telling her it tickled. She stroked his pubic hair, and was rewarded with a growl when she accidentally-on-purpose reached around to graze his balls.

Cheryl rolled to the side to pull a wad of tissues from the box on her nightstand. She took care of the condom, dumping the mess into the basket by the bed. She lay back down, happy when Jon raised his arm to let her back onto his chest. She planted a kiss on his nipple, and heard Jon’s sharp intake of breath. Emboldened, she pushed up onto her elbows, and did it again, sucking it into her mouth. Jon sighed and relaxed into the pillows.

She kissed her way down his chest until she was lying on his hard stomach. She circled the base of his cock with a gentle finger and smiled when she saw it start to twitch. She wrapped her hand around him and squeezed gently, then started to slide her hand up and down slowly. She felt the silky softness of his skin slide through her hand. When she reached the base of his cock, she squeezed. When she reached the tip, she swirled a fingertip into his slit. Over and over her hand moved until finally he was hard.

When she let go, his cock turned up slightly, wanting to lie on his stomach. This suited Cheryl just fine. She stretched her tongue and ran it along the slit, getting a brief taste of him. Jon moaned and shifted on the bed, flexing his hips to try to get her to take him into her mouth. Cheryl slid down a little, taking just the tip of him into her mouth. She sucked lightly, stretching the skin.

“Fuck, Cheryl,” Jon moaned, closing his eyes.

She smiled and lowered herself a little more, taking him halfway in her mouth. She drew back and kissed along the underside until she came to his balls. Lightly, she sucked one into her mouth, marveling at the heady, musky flavor. She licked up the thick vein to his cockhead again, licking up the pre-cum that was waiting for her.

Cheryl looked up at Jon. “What if,” she said, “I told you that you were utterly delicious?”

Jon laughed. “I’d have to ask you why you’re not going for the full meal.”

Cheryl chuckled. “Good question,” she said, and descended on him again. She took his full length into her mouth, swallowing instinctively when he hit the back of her throat. She slid her mouth up and down slowly, letting her lip-covered-teeth rub into him.

Jon’s legs tensed as the friction of her mouth started to get to him. He was trying to hold on to his control, but she was making it very difficult. He concentrated on the warmth of her mouth, and the slight pressure her protected teeth was providing. He could feel the pleasure start to ripple through his body. Each nerve the waves touched pinged, sending little sparks along to his brain. About ten seconds before he came, the sparks short circuited his brain, and all Jon could see was a blinding white light. He couldn’t form a sentence if his life depended on it. All he managed was a guttural grunt before his balls tightened and his legs stiffened.

Jon groaned as he pumped his seed into Cheryl’s mouth. She gripped the base of his cock hard, prolonging the pulse. She waited until he had stopped, and let him go with an exaggerated suck. She met his eyes and swallowed hard, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. Winking, she delicately wiped at the corners of her mouth and licked her fingertips.

“Mmmm, good,” she said.

When she reached for him again he yelped. “Later, baby. We have all night.”

Cheryl sighed and crawled up Jon’s body to curl under his arm again. “Yes, we do,” she said. “And knowing my girls, most of the morning as well. I can guarantee they won’t be stirring much before noon.”

Jon laughed. “Well then, we can take our sweet time in working our way through the rest of the condoms I brought.”

Cheryl smiled. “Sounds like a good deal to me.” She yawned widely. “Dammit, I’m sorry, it’s just been a long day, and…”

“Shhh,” Jon said, stroking Cheryl’s hair. “It’s alright. I’m not going anywhere.” He chuckled evilly. “Maybe you should take a little nap; gather some strength.”

She just laughed. “I’m fine, you’re the one who said he needed to rest.”

“Oh yeah?” Jon challenged. He turned over on his side and slid a hand up Cheryl’s leg. When he grazed her clit, she jumped. “Hmmm, you seem pretty sensitive to me,” he said. He withdrew his hand and licked a finger, keeping his eyes locked on Cheryl’s. When he slid the moistened digit into her, she squirmed. “You think you can take more?” he asked, smirking at her.

“Yesssss,” she hissed.

He withdrew his finger and lightly tapped her clit. “Are you sure?” He stroked her in gentle circles, watching as her eyes dilated and finally drifted closed. The keening in the back of her throat started softly, but grew as Jon’s hand picked up speed.

“Oh God,” she said, whimpering. “I’m so fucking close.”

Jon pressed down a little harder, and Cheryl screamed, levering up off the bed. Jon didn’t let up at all, even though he knew she couldn’t take much more. Her pulse was racing, and she was starting to hyperventilate. He latched onto a nipple and sucked while he drove two fingers into her, pumping her hard. The waves of her orgasm never stopped cresting; they only gathered strength, slamming her over and over. She felt as battered as if she was really stuck in a storm surge. The rolls of sensation finally overwhelmed her, and she whispered Jon’s name just before she went limp.

Jon gently withdrew his hand and smiled. Then he kissed her gently, pulled up the covers, and wrapped himself around her. Sighing, he closed his eyes. Moments later, he was asleep.

The pair jumped when they heard the door slam. “What was that?” Jon asked, disoriented.

Cheryl groaned, and wondered why she was so sore. Then she saw who she was sprawled over and smiled, remembering the last several hours. She kissed him, looked over at the clock on her bedside table and laughed. “Looks like it’s way past closing time.” She checked her phone. “That was the front door. We must not have heard my phone.” She had missed three text messages from Hath.

2:08am: CHER, We’re leaving, taking Obie home, be there in 2 hours. LUV, H

3:15am: C, Obie’s gone, we’re on the way. Put some clothes on. ~ H

3:30am: FUCK, Jon left me a voicemail; thought it was you. Tell him I’ll think about it lol ~H

She showed the messages to Jon, who burst out laughing. “You gonna put clothes on?” he asked her.

“No, they won’t come back here.”

Samantha saw the light shining from under Cheryl’s door, and nudged the other girls. “Looks like Cheryl and her extra company are still up.” They hadn’t missed the extra car in the driveway.

Hath chuckled. “CHERYL!” she yelled. “WE’RE GOING UPSTAIRS AND NOT COMING BACK DOWN UNTIL LUNCH! I’LL BUNK WITH QUEENIE!” Her room was next to Cheryl’s, and there was NO way she was going to try to sleep in there tonight.

Queenie laughed. “AND THAT’S QUITE A CONCESSION!” she yelled. “HATH SNORES!”

“Hey!” Hath said. “I don’t snore that bad!”

“Yeah, you do,” Queenie said, as they tromped up the stairs, making enough noise to wake the dead. In Cheryl’s room, she and Jon had their hands clamped over their mouths to hold in the laughter.

When the footsteps upstairs settled, and doors closed, Jon rolled Cheryl gently to her back. He kissed her tenderly while his fingers skipped over her sensitized skin. He teased her to the brink before protecting them and sliding into her once again. He rolled so he was on his back, urging Cheryl to sit up. She moved on him slowly, drawing out their pleasure.

Jon didn’t want slow.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her briefly before slamming her down on him. “Like that,” he grunted. Cheryl leaned over to grab the edge of the headboard, and used it for leverage. She rose and lowered on him, hard and fast. Her chin dropped to her chest as the heat of pleasure spread from the souls of her feet upwards. Her grinding motions became more pronounced as the passion stretched through her chest.

When the orgasm hit, Cheryl arched her back, thrusting her breasts in Jon’s face. He grabbed them and suckled, sending arrows of bliss from nipple to womb. Her arms couldn’t support her anymore, and she tore herself from Jon’s mouth to drape across her chest. “I just need...” She didn’t even get the whole thought out before Jon was flipping Cheryl on to her back and taking up where she left off.

He pushed through her tightening walls, the pressure heavenly on his aching cock. He could feel her ripple along his whole length, and he pressed into her harder, so he could feel the tiny pulse in her clit. He pressed harder still, so every last millimeter was buried in her. After a moment, he withdrew nearly all the way and slammed back home. Cheryl let out a scream, and Jon clamped a hand over her mouth.

“You don’t want the girls coming back down to see what’s wrong, do you?” he asked. Wide-eyed, Cheryl shook her head. “Then be a good girl and stay quiet.”

He removed his hand from her mouth, and withdrew again. Locking eyes with her, he slammed home, biting his lip at the intense feeling of her gloved hard around him.

“More,” Cheryl begged.

Again and again he slammed her. Cheryl had to stuff the edge of her pillow in her mouth to muffle the screams of pleasure. When she peaked again, bathing him in her juices, he started moving faster. Cheryl wasn’t sure she could possibly take any more; she was barely holding on to consciousness as it was. Jon’s face was a mask of lust and passion, inches from hers. In the pale lamplight, his eyes shone a dusty gray, and his sweat-dampened hair looked dark against his skin. His mouth was set in a cocky smile, like he knew she was having the fuck of her life.

Cheryl watched as his eyes started to glaze over. He started pounding harder as his own release approached. She wrapped her legs around his waist to change the angle of penetration just a little. Jon growled and re-doubled his efforts, thrusting like a madman. Cheryl’s eyes went wide as the tell-tale tingle started again. “Jesus,” she hissed, grabbing his forearms.

Jon didn’t have to ask her what she meant. He could feel her tensing again. If he timed it right they were going to share this one. He waited until her pelvis started to press into the mattress, and her back began to arch. He slipped an arm around her waist, pressing his whole body against hers. He moved only his hips, the gentle stroking in stark contrast to the rest of their lovemaking so far. Cheryl moaned and Jon shifted to capture her mouth in a kiss, their tongues tangling wildly.

When they crested, it was together, and they both paused in their kiss at exactly the same time. As the nearly visible passion-waves rippled outward from their bodies, their kiss resumed, though gentler. When at last their passion was spent, Jon rolled to the side, taking Cheryl with him. Cheryl was clinging to him tightly, not wanting to break the contact their bodies had, for fear it would set off another tremor that would send her into the black again. She didn’t want to miss any more of this night.

Long minutes later, Jon slid from Cheryl, her body reluctantly giving up its prize. She once again took care of the condom and snuggled into his chest, nearly purring with delight. Jon smiled and kissed the crown of her head, holding her tightly until he felt her relax against him. Only then did he allow himself to drift off beside her.