What Friends Are For(11)
“If I’m staying with you tonight, then why don’t we make a few more come true?”
He shifted beside her, making her aware that his cock was hard and ready again.
“Why don’t we,” he agreed.
Chapter Five
“Do you remember when you told me about the guy with the ass fetish?”
“Maybe we should forget what I’ve told you about being with other guys.”
Jonas laughed and the bed shook with his mirth. “Forget it. Trust me, every story you’ve shared with me is burned into my brain. Of course, I’ve twisted them here and there to make me the one with you.”
“I like that.”
“Me too.” He nodded. “So the ass fetish thing…”
She laughed. “I assume you’re referring to my anal-sex phase?”
“Hell yeah,” he agreed, rolling so that he was on top of her, his cock like steel against her thigh. “Feel like revisiting that phase?”
“Honestly?” she asked and he nodded. She could see the lust and desire in his eyes and knew it was reflected back to him in hers. “I never left that phase.” His cock moved against her.
“Fuck, Jacey,” he murmured, dropping his head to kiss her. He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth and then soothed it with the slide of his tongue before dipping inside. The man could kiss. He had a way of making her feel as if she was his favorite meal and he could savor her forever.
“Do you have lube?” she asked when the kiss ended.
“Yes,” he groaned, but instead of moving he just kept sprinkling kisses over her face and neck. His hands were moving over her as well. One thumb plied a nipple while the other hand was already smoothing down her tummy toward her pussy. She was wet and ready for it.
His mouth worked down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. She hadn’t had a hickie in a long time but the thought of Jonas marking her excited her. He licked over the tops of her breasts then moved to slide his tongue under them. He shifted his mouth over each globe but never touched the nipples, which she desperately wanted him to. They were stiff points of need that he managed to keep avoiding.
“Jonas,” she moaned his name when she couldn’t wait any longer.
“So impatient,” he chuckled but he took a nipple in his mouth and sucked greedily on it. His other hand was finally down between her legs and he used his thumb to rub small circles over her clit.
Hell yeah. She wrapped her hands in his hair and just held him while he moved back and forth between her nipples. She pulled her knees up, opening herself up to him and his fingers and he rewarded her by sliding away from her clit and thrusting two fingers inside her.
She moaned long and low as the pleasure built inside her. Jonas left her nipples and forged a path of sucks, nibbles and licks down to where his fingers had her primed and ready to go. His lips took over the clitoral play and in seconds he had her hovering on the brink of orgasm.
“Jonas,” she breathed his name as she undulated beneath his fingers and tongue. “I’m going to come.”
“Mmmmhhhhhmmmmm,” he moaned around her clit and the vibration sent her spiraling over.
He stayed with her, licking softly and placing delicate kisses along her folds and inner thighs. But his fingers—his wicked fingers—were taking her juices and using them to lubricate her anus. He rimmed her, rubbed her, but didn’t press for entry. She wanted him to.
“Jonas,” she whispered his name and he glanced up, meeting her eyes. “Get the lube.”
He grinned and rolled away to sit on the edge of the bed before reaching out to open the bedside drawer again and pull out a tube of lubricant. Then he ripped another condom from the roll on the tabletop and turned back toward her.
She quickly moved to lie on her stomach across the bed, her eyes on his bobbing cock. “Let me,” she said and held her hand out. He dropped the condom in her hand and just stood there, waiting. She could see his stomach muscles clenching with anticipation of what she might do.
She came up onto her hands and knees. Balancing with one hand braced on the bed, she took his cock in her other and gave him a slow stroke from the head to the base and back up again. Looking up at his eyes, she dipped her head and rubbed her tongue over him.
He moaned, dropping the lube to the bed beside her. His hands moved to her head, capturing her hair where it fell on either side of her face and pulling it back, holding it there while he watched her. She kept her eyes on his while she licked, stroked and placed soft sucks along his cock. Her fingers and mouth worked together, tormenting him with the pleasure she was giving.
She loved his cock. The shape. The way it filled both her cunt and her mouth and soon, her ass. She wallowed in the taste of him, tapping and rubbing against the slit in search of pre-cum. She bathed the taut globes of his testicles, loving the texture and feel as she sucked lightly on the skin, gently scraped her nails over them.