His chest filled and he felt like he could run the race again tomorrow, just because of her words.
“It was an experience.”
“You said the same thing last year.”
Jonny laughed. He had. He remembered sitting in Scott’s bar wondering exactly why he’d thought it would be a good idea. “True.”
There was a round of applause and a few calls from his kitchen, probably centring around Jake. Most loud noises centred around Jake. Then the noise made its way into the lounge, the owners of said noise looking a little wild in the eye.
Jonny groaned. He’s grown up with the pack of Maynards and he recognised this well. They were on some form of mission, one that probably involved dragging him into it.
Jake stood still, Zack walking straight into his back, clearly having had one or two beers more than he should.
“Why are you sitting so close to my sister?”
The room fell quiet; a few eyebrows were raised.
“Should the question be ‘why are you sitting so close to my friend?’” Rayah sat up, an inch of distance occurring between them.
“Either or. Is there something going on that you want to tell us?” Jake sat down next to Alex. “It’s cool with me either way.”
“We’re friends, Jake. We’re comfortable with each other. Chill your boots.”
Her words hit him like a hammer, hard and blunt. That was how she saw it. Maybe she saw him as being nothing more than easy nights and a decent sized cock.
It hurt.
So he said nothing.
Jake shrugged. “Whatever. As long as you don’t start sitting that close to me. I might catch nits.”
Jonny wokeup with Rayah’s mouth wrapped around his cock. They were in her room, or rather the room that had become hers because she was there three or four times a week. He let out a low groan, shifting his hands down to her head, wrapping his fingers in her hair and mustering a slight tug. The ache that had consumed his body had subsided and instead it was the ache in his balls that needed relief.
“Feels so good, baby.”
She gave him a hard suck and he felt his orgasm start to boil.
“Want to come in you.” Especially today, especially after last night.
We’re friends.
Jonny guided her mouth away from his cock, reaching down for her hips and directing her so she could sit on his face. Rayah responded to giving him head, but he wasn’t taking it for granted that she would be wet.
Her hips were smooth and her skin was silken, supple under his fingers. She grabbed the headboard and he pulled her hips down onto his face, the scent of her pussy better than any perfume, tangy and sweet, just how she tasted. And of him.
He explored her with his tongue as she braced her legs, her hips rocking, letting him know where she wanted more. He focused on her clit, watching her play with her tits, her hands away from the metal bedframe.
“I’m close.”
He wasn’t sure if she was wanting him to stop but he wanted her to come on his mouth, knowing her pussy would be tighter afterwards and he’d be able to bring her to a second orgasm as soon as he was inside her.
Need filled him; need to please her, need to be inside her, desperation to find his release and when she shattered he nearly came. Her body vibrated, her cries low and faultless.
“On my cock. Need in you now.” He moved her down to his dick and watched as she grabbed hold of him, lining him up against her entrance.
Jonny thrust upwards to meet her, not wanting to give her a gentle fuck but one that told of his need to claim her instead. She was tight and needy and so was he. There would be marks on her hips later from where he held her but he’d apologise for them afterwards, now was about possession.
Then he heard it; his name a mantra on her lips, as if she was chanting some incantation. She tightened and gripped onto his shoulders and he felt her pulse around him, pulling out his orgasm before she collapsed on top of him, her heart beating rapidly against his chest.
