6. Jonah
6
JONAH
She feels like sweet, sweet Heaven. I brush her clit as I suck harder on her tit. They’re a good handful, fitting into my palms perfectly. And her skin is so soft. My dick throbs painfully between us as I press it into her knee, begging me to pull him out. But she’s gonna need warming up for that, and for some stupid reason, I just agreed to not break Manny’s house rules. Anything to not have her pout at me like that again.
She’s grabbing at me as I circle her clit, her pussy soaking as my hand moves around inside her panties.
“Wish I had more time to play with this pretty pussy,” I mutter.
“ Fuuuuuck,” she whispers when I press harder and she tightens her hold around my neck. I feel her pulsing as I stare at her pretty face, her eyes squeezed shut, as she comes all over my fingers.
Her moans and groans have me aching. I long to be inside this beautiful woman, and I’ve chosen the worst possible time, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy fingering her and sucking her plump breasts. I pull the cup down over her other tit, her dress pooling down around her waist, at the same time I slide a finger into her hole. She gasps and I groan at how tight she is.
My cock is gonna get strangled when I’m allowed inside here. Fuck yeah.
“Oh, God,” she cries.
I slide my finger in and out, suckling on her tit as I grip it in my hand, raising it to meet my greedy mouth. “So wet,” I mutter.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Oh, Band?—”
“It’s Jonah,” I warn. “That’s what you call me when we’re like this.” I slide another finger inside, stretching her.
“Yes.”
“You’re so ready for my cock already, aren’t you? My dirty little girl,” I mutter against her flesh.
She squeezes her hands around my head, gripping my hair and it takes all my might not to shove my jeans down, line up and sink into her wet heat. She’d let me. Despite Manny’s ridiculous rules. What is he? The fuckin’ King of New Orleans?
“I want you,” she breathes.
My cock jerks in my jeans. “You have your stupid little rules,” I taunt. “Not my fault your little roommate is gonna ruin this for the both of us.”
I know my fingering is sweet torture, because her breath hitches as I brush her clit again with my thumb and she thrusts against me. I let her, enjoying how she looks like this. The flush that washes over her pale cheeks has my dick aching to be inside her.
“Stupid rules,” she agrees. Then she comes again, grabbing at my shoulders as I enjoy every single pulse. I pull my fingers out, then drag them up to my mouth, sucking on them. Her eyes go wide as I taste her juices.
“Fuck,” I groan. “This sweet pussy is delicious.”
She reaches for me, but I pull back, taunting her some more. I adjust my dick as her eyes drop to the movement and I see her throat bob. I’m not even bragging about it. I’m big. And this beautiful little pussy is gonna be choking my cock before she can even blink.
Then I hear it; the straight pipes. There is no mistaking the sound of a Harley with pipes like that; it tells me Manny’s coming.
I smirk. “You okay, babe?” She hasn’t registered the noise yet. “You want me to sprawl you out on Manny’s counter and fuck you over it?”
She bites her lip, contemplating the very idea. The rumble gets closer and she blinks. “Shit!”
I snicker. “You good?”
She slides off the counter, tugging at the straps of her bra and I revel in watching her trying to get her tits back in the cups. She tries to straighten the rest of the crumpled dress out as I watch. I’m an asshole for not offering to help. Instead, I pull her closer to me, cupping her face. My tongue invades her mouth and she groans. She can taste herself on my tongue and I want her to know that I like it.
I grab her hand, sliding it down to my cock. “This is what you do to me.” I press her palm against me. She doesn’t even cover half my dick with her whole hand. It’s amusing. “This big dick is gonna be yours, Lacey. All you gotta do is say the words.”
Her eyes dart to the door, then back to me. “Fine. Okay, but we’ve gotta…” She pulls her hand away, still staring down at my dick, a soft curse on her lips as I grin. “I’ve gotta pull myself together. Manny can’t know.”
“Is this gonna be our dirty little secret?”
She ties her dress back together as I bend down in front of her and look up.
“What are you doing?” She’s frantic.
“Panties.”
“Huh?”
“Panties. They’re mine.”
“But he’s…”
“Better hurry then, or he’ll know.”
She blinks once, twice, then curses as she lifts her dress and then yanks her panties down. They pool at her feet and I scoop them up, lifting her feet by the ankle, one by one. I bring them to my nose, inhaling, and she balks. “ Jonah!”
My eyes meet hers again as I stand. “Mine.”
She bites her lip and shoves me away. “Okay, go get some boxes, he’s almost here. I’ll say I had to pee.”
I shake my head. “You’re goin’ to a lot of trouble to make it look like we weren’t foolin’ around. You sure this is just about Manny’s dumb fuckin’ rules?”
She shoves me again. “We’ll talk about this later, just move.”
I nip her chin. “Fuckin’ love it when you’re bossy.”
She finger combs her hair, then darts past me sliding into what looks to be a powder room and I stare at the door. I haven’t had a lot to grin about in a long time, but this is worth it.
Stuffing her panties in my back pocket, I make for the door and out to my truck. I open the trunk, and just as I grab a box, Manny pulls up alongside.
I don’t notice the way his legs are parted wide and how much bigger he looks on the sled than he does in his kitchen. I mean, he’s not a small dude, but he’s nowhere near as thick as I am. He’s the same height as me, six two, and as he tugs his brain bucket off, I see he’s wearing a bandana. Why my eyes skim all over him while I still have Lace’s pussy juices on my fingers and my tongue, I’ll never know. But my dick throbs all that much more.
I don’t know what the fuck that means, but I’m just horny. I want Lace. I want her so bad.
If I didn’t have to pick up Eli from school in an hour, I’d be taking her back to my place to bend her over my couch while I fuck that naughty fighting spirit out of her pretty mouth.
I don’t know who she thinks she is talking to me like that, but I liked it. I like a woman with sass, and Lace has just the right amount.
I give Manny a chin lift.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite Beefcake .” He smiles. Is this guy ever in a bad mood? “How’s it hanging?”
I don’t miss the way his eyes skim over my chest as he pulls himself off the bike. I also don’t miss the way my eyes drop to his ass when he turns to put his helmet in the saddlebag.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Just fine.” It’d be better if it were hanging over Lace’s head right now while she sucked my balls, but thanks to you, that’s not happening. “Helpin’ Lace bring her shit inside.”
He nods. “I can help too.” He reaches into the back of my truck to grab a bin.
When I get inside, Lace appears out of the bathroom just as Manny plonks a box on the floor. “Hey, Lace.”
She beams up at him. “Hey, roomie.”
If he suspects what we were just up to, he doesn’t show it. Maybe it’s just obvious to me, but Lace still looks a little disheveled. Okay, she’s smoothed her hair into a ponytail, and aside from her cheeks being a little flushed, it’s not that obvious. But knowing her pussy is still wet and ready for my dick, makes it increasingly hard to tear my eyes away from her. Still. We don’t need Manny telling everyone in the club what me and Lace are up to, so I put my mask of indifference back. “Where you want all this shit?”
She turns to look at me. “Um, let me see.” Her hand moves to my forearm so she can read the front of the box. It’s now I realize she’s labeled some of them. “I guess that’s the bathroom. I’ll show you.”
Manny’s texting, oblivious to the heat that just passed between us. “What do you feel like for dinner?” Manny calls absently as we disappear upstairs.
“Whatever you feel like cooking!” Lace hollers back.
The apartment is nice. Nicer than anything I could afford, and I’m glad she’s living somewhere safe and suitable. I don’t like the idea of her living on Hope’s couch, or looking for a place that isn’t safe. Not that Riot would let that happen. He’s protective of her, and for good reason. I have a sister, and I’d die before I let anything happen to her.
I follow her into the bathroom and drop the box on the counter, blocking her in. I reach for her and she slaps my hands away, pointing at the door with a silent shout.
I ignore her, pressing my lips to hers as I swallow her groan and it rattles me all the way down to my toes. “Want your pussy, Lace. You can’t hide forever from me.”
“Soon,” she whispers.
“Tonight?”
“Tonight I.. Shit! I said I’d help Stella babysit Cami. She’ll kill me if I bail.”
I nip her bottom lip. “So now you’re gonna torture me?”
“I’m not meaning to.” Her words sound sincere. “I really, really like you, Jonah.”
I cup her tit, giving it a squeeze. “I like you, too.” I lean in to her. “And I’m gonna use these panties to stroke my dick tonight, imagining it’s this hot little mouth.”
“Fuck!”
I peck her on the lips as I turn, adjusting myself again, to leave the bathroom. “Better not keep those boxes waitin’, Lacey.”
I do exactly as I promised. Later that night, when Eli has gone to bed and I’m freshly showered, I turn on the TV on low and surf to my favorite porn channel. Not that I need porn to get off, but now I have Lace’s panties, it’ll be all the more sweet.
I browse as I stroke my cock, her panties on my side table. I’ve been dying to do this all afternoon, but Eli had practice, then we had to get groceries, and then he had homework.
I’m more than a little pent up, and if I’m honest, I’m frustrated we couldn’t hook up tonight. I get she had prior commitments, and I can’t expect her to jump to my every whim, but when I want something, I’m not used to waiting. Still. I like that she’s not like the sweet butts. She’s not just gonna blow off her friend to jump on my dick, that says a lot. Even if I am the one missing out.
I click on my favorite couple, but this time, I hit the button that says “threesome”.
Sometimes he likes to share his woman, and himself.
I watch, fondling myself. The woman has big, bouncy fake tits, and while I appreciate women in all forms, I have to admit I prefer natural tits. Still. They’re big and juicy, and when he brings his mouth to her nipple as she spreads her legs, I groan when the second guy fingers her pussy. He’s lying beneath her so she’s straddling his face. He spreads her wide, then eats her out as she strokes the first dude’s dick and his mouth moves to her other breast.
I squeeze my dick harder. I love watching two men fuck a woman. I love her taking it from both holes. It’s even better if there’s a cock shoved in her mouth and her ass has a dildo in it.
Fuck, yeah.
I reach over, grabbing Lace’s panties as I bring them to my engorged dick. I know how to make it last, and while I could quicken and get this over with, the moment makes me want to savor it. I watch the screen, the volume on low even though I can still hear the pants and moans. I love to hear pleasure, though I can’t have it too loud in case Eli wakes up. She quickens as she bounces on the second guy’s face and he tugs at his own dick at the same time. She pulls off him and my eyes close when the first dude moves his cock to the second dude’s mouth. He’s still on his back, the first guy straddles him, taking the woman’s place. He paints his mouth with his tip and then deep throats him. Meanwhile, the chick gets behind them both and sucks his cock. I grip my dick, shifting Lace’s panties up and down my cock. The friction is just enough. And knowing that her wetness is still smothered all over these makes me wanna come right now. But not yet. It doesn’t take long until both the guys are coming. The guy straddling paints the other dude’s mouth with his release and then sits back. I watch them lube up as the chick falls back and the dude on his back rolls over, sliding his dick inside her pussy. She leans back on her elbows, her tits pushed out as he sucks and nips them. Meanwhile, the guy behind stands, lubes his cock and the guy’s ass, and starts to play with his hole. Watching them all get fucked is such a turn on. It’s my fantasy. With Lace.
I shift the idea of Manny out of my head. The guy annoys me. Then I think about the shower the other night, and I know that isn’t entirely true. I said her name. Then I said his name. Which is never gonna happen again. I was in the heat of the moment. I don’t even like the guy, and I definitely don’t want his mouth on my dick. Or anywhere else.
But as I watch the orgy in front of me, my mind wanders. Manny fucking Lace. Her head back, a round ‘O’ around her pretty, cum stained lips as I rail Manny’s ass. Holy fuck.
No. Lace’s ass. I don’t want… Then I’m coming. I can’t stop it. My dick jerks as I pull harder, my cum shooting out all over my stomach, coating my hand and Lace’s panties. The long, thick streams don’t end, and it’s almost violent as I fuck Manny’s ass harder, and he fucks Lace as she screams her orgasm. I try to change the vision, but it’s too late. I’m too far gone as I moan my release until I have no cum left.
When I’m done, I shut my eyes. Beads of sweat trickle down my forehead. This is ridiculous.
I want to fuck Lace. I don’t want to watch her fuck Manny, or me fuck Manny, or anything remotely close to that.
But as the three on the screen shout their releases, I know I’m lying to myself. Yes. I want Lace. I love that sweet, tight pussy and it’s going to be mine. After today, I’ve never wanted anything more. But then I remember when my heart jolted as Manny climbed off the bike earlier today. I noticed every little detail about him. My eyes were glued to his ass as he tucked his helmet away. I was checking him out. I was fucking checking him out, and he had no idea.
I shake it off. I’m deprived. That’s what this is. I’ve been watching too much porn lately and not getting enough pussy. I was trying to do the right thing by a club sister, and look where that got me. Enjoying the sweet butts every chance I get is a rite of passage, and while I’ve had my fair share of women since I got to the club, I’ve never wanted one like I want Lace. I’ve never treated a woman like I do her; like she’s made of glass. And it’s because I care about her.
She isn’t just another lay, as much as I try to tell myself that. It’s why I kept away for as long as I have. Lace has the power to corrupt me in all kinds of ways I didn’t know were possible.
Even though I barely know her, she’s got this hold over me that I haven’t felt before since Jill. And I want to explore that. I never thought that after my wife died I would find someone again. As much as I want to bury our connection and move on, sink myself into some random pussy and forget all about this nonsense, I know I can’t. I know that I have to follow my gut on this, and not just my dick.
So I had a fantasy about another man. I was watching a threesome. It’s only natural to let the mind wander. That doesn’t mean that I want that asshat Manny. He’s the one who ruined my afternoon because if it wasn’t for him, I would have railed Lace on the nearest possible surface and I wouldn’t have had to resort to these measures.
My phone beeps on the side table as I turn my head. I reach for it, my heart rate accelerating when I see it’s Lace.
Lacey
Hope you’re using those panties wisely, Big Boy
I grin to myself. She just can’t stay away. I’m also a dirty boy.
Me
Put them to good use
Lacey
Show me
I contemplate her words, wondering if I should actually show her anything. Especially when she can’t just slip over here and let me do what I want to her, but then again, this might make her rethink her future decisions of blowing me off.
I snap a shot of my dick, still hard because I can hear the moans on the TV, her panties resting on my thigh, making sure I get a shot of my cum soaked abdomen. I click it and press send.
A few seconds later, she replies.
Lacey
Holy mother of God
Me
I’m so hard for you, Lacey. I just came all over myself using your panties
I omit the part about the porn. She doesn’t need to know all my disgusting habits.
Lacey
Jesus, Jonah… is your dick really that long?
I chuckle to myself.
Me
Next time you choose not to bail on me, you might get to find out
Or I might let her choke on it.
Lacey
Now I have to touch myself
Holy, what?
Me
That was so hot in the kitchen
Lacey
What else did you want to do to me?
Me
Spread those legs and rail you on the island. You’d look good with your legs wrapped around my head
Lacey
You eat pussy?
Me
Oh, yeah.
This makes me wonder. Have no guys done that for her?
Me
Don’t you let guys eat you?
Lacey
Most guys don’t want to
I rub my chin, my grin spreading across my lips as my dick hardens once more.
Me
They don’t know what they’re missing, but I can eat pussy for hours
Lacey
Oh, God
Me
Are you touching yourself?
Lacey
No, I’m not home yet
Me
Well, when you get home, I want you to fuck yourself with your favorite vibrator. Then send me a photo of it
Lacey
You’re such a dirty boy
I smile, rubbing my chin. I’m gonna come all over again, exactly like I did before, but this time it’s just me and her. No goddamn Manny.
Me
Oh babe, you’ve absolutely no clue, but you will soon. That’s a promise.