What Friends Are For(12)

“Jacey,” he moaned her name and tugged softly on her hair.

“My mouth or my ass,” she told him, licking over the crown of his cock again. “Your choice.”

He swallowed and she watched his Adam’s apple bob. “Your ass,” he managed. “This time.”

She smiled and placed another soft kiss before coming up to her knees in front of him. Jacey leaned in and took his mouth, taking, devouring, conquering him with her kiss. She pulled back slowly and nipped his lip.

Jacey turned around on the bed and, moving into the center, dropped back down to her hands and knees, facing away from him. She dropped her torso down to rest on her forearms and wiggled her ass. Glancing back over her shoulder, she saw him just looking at her. He grabbed the condom where she’d dropped it on the bed instead of putting it on him like she’d said. But she’d wanted to taste, had to taste instead. He opened the condom and rolled it on, never once looking away from her ass.

He grabbed the lubricant tube and met her eyes. “I’ll take it easy. I’ll make it good for both of us.”

She had to glance away from him but she nodded her agreement. She didn’t want him to see the tears in her eyes. No one. No one had ever made her feel the way Jonas did. In bed or out of it.

She felt his fingers, slick with lube, slide between the crease in her ass and touch her anus. He rubbed softly around her back entrance, applying the lube in abundance and torturing her before finally dipping one finger inside. Not far enough though, just enough to tease and torment.

“Fuck me,” she begged, almost insane with need.

“Not yet,” he whispered and his hand left her. Before she could beg again, it was back with more lube on his fingers. She felt the cool gel as he rubbed over her anus again. This time he pressed into her, deeper, going past the first ring of muscle and burying one digit inside.

“Yes,” she breathed.

He pulled it back and thrust again. Then pulled it free. She was ready to scream. He’d put on more lube. No rubbing this time though. He thrust two fingers inside and scissored them, spreading and lubing her. He fucked her with them and she was moaning and begging and couldn’t stop.

He squirted more lube on her but didn’t remove his fingers this time. She had to be good and ready at this point. Surely he didn’t plan to use the whole tube to get her ready. Her ass wasn’t virgin territory. Hell, the best orgasm she’d ever had was during anal sex. She loved it.

“Jonas,” she moaned his name. “Please,” she begged.

She heard the tube drop and then his fingers were gone. The bed shifted as he moved into place behind her. Then his hands were back, gripping her ass cheeks and spreading them. She knew he had a great view of her now. The position she was in allowed him to see her wet cunt as well as her lubed ass.

He slid his sheathed cock along the seam of her pussy, tapping her clit with the head with each stroke as he coated it with her juices.

“Your pussy is so pink and wet,” he told her. “I love how wet you get for me. Love how bare you are.”

“Yes,” she agreed. Anything to get him to take her.

His cock moved and rode the seam of her ass. She clenched her cheeks, giving him a firm squeeze. His reward was a firm slap on the top of her right ass cheek, making her cry out and shudder.

“I love your ass,” he continued, stroking against her. “Love these two dimples you have on your lower back. You have the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen.”

“God, Jonas,” she swore. “Fuck me. Please just fuck me.”

“Yes,” he said and the head of his cock lodged against her anus.

She caught her breath as he pushed, seeking entrance. Slowly he forged inside, slipping past that ring of muscle and filling her with his cock. So good, so fucking good. He pulled back just as slowly and thrust again, moaning as he did.

“Better,” he moaned. “So much better.”

“What?” she groaned.

“Fucking your ass,” he sighed. “So much better than any fantasy.”

“Then fuck it, Jonas,” she cried. “Fuck it.”

With a harsh groan he began thrusting faster, slightly harder, shafting deep before retreating. She dropped her hips to the bed and he followed her, continuing to fuck just the way she wanted him to. She moved one hand down and found her clit. She rubbed and ground her flesh against the palm of her hand, desperately working toward the explosive release she knew was possible.

“You need this?” Jonas asked as his hand slid under to catch hers at play. “Yeah, Princess, show me what you want.”

“Oh god,” she cried as she took his hand and used it to ride her clit against. She screamed as she came. The orgasm was so intense that she could feel the tears on her cheeks as she shook. Every inch of her seemed to be on fire, then tingling as if her entire body had fallen asleep and was waking up. It hurt. It consumed. It filled every inch of her and had her begging for mercy.