My face must have betrayed my thoughts because I heard Jon ask, “Are you worried about him?” Jon’s voice pulled me back to the present.
“What?” My gazed snapped to meet his. His eyes were fixed on me, but they were not warm like before. Whatever he saw on my face triggered tenseness that seeped through his body. I felt a shift in his energy. The electricity in the air was as much from him as it was from the raging rainstorm outside. Another loud thunder clapped above us.
“Are you worried about Calvin?” He asked, now with furl brows and a tinge of something cold. “He’s not here. It’s just us. Let me help you forget about him,” he added. I could tell he was trying to convince himself as much as me, but he also sounded hurt and maybe a little jealous. It made me wonder if I had said any of my thoughts out loud because whatever it was that he saw on my face suddenly changed his mood. I wondered what their history was when it came to girls. “Let me kiss you….please.” His eyes softened with those words, so I simply nodded. Jon pressed his back straight against the wall of the parking structure and dropped his bent leg down next to the other.
“Can you come closer? I mean….if you want….” his voice trailed to a near whisper, but he turned his palm in invitation and gave a shy smile, patting his other hand on one thigh.
I accepted his hand and unraveled myself to climb slowly over him in a straddle. My folded knees squeezed his hips as I shifted over him. I could feel the uneven surface of the concrete beneath my shins where my weight rested. My short skirt rode up along my thighs as my legs spread over him and I panicked before I remembered that the fabric of his shirt pooled between us, so I wasn’t exposed. As I settled all of my weight on him, the hard crease of his zipper pushed against my center and the pressure was delicious. My body answered with more wetness between my legs.
I gathered my nerves before gently stroking my palms on his shoulders, looking into his eyes to make sure it was ok. Jon closed his eyes and sighed. Taking that as permission, I traced my fingers along his collarbone to the nape of his neck. His shivered underneath my fingers. Before I could talk myself out of it, I leaned in and captured his plush pink bottom lip between mine. Jon hummed and smiled, despite my knocking the back of his head against the wall in my clumsy advance. His hands politely stroked the skin between my knees and ankles, squeezing now and again, occasionally squeezing, but never moving up higher. I tilted my head and deepened the kiss, earning a moan from him. I found myself chasing the sound as I continued to kiss him, taking what I wanted. He was right. I was quickly forgetting about Calvin and losing myself in him. Jon’s body became a furnace. I was getting warm too, despite my legs and knees being pressed against the cold cement. His hands squeezed my ankles helplessly as I continued to make him breathless. I squirmed against him, my center demanding more pressure, seeking more attention.
Jon suddenly pushed me away, breath heaving, but kept our foreheads touching. “Wait,” he said between breaths. But before I could feel rejected, he added, “let me touch you,” and lifted his hands off of my leg.
My head gave the slightest nod, and I closed my eyes before answering, “yeah, ok.”
He touched me like he couldn’t believe he could, all while humming quietly to himself as we resumed our kiss. My skin felt so soft under his reverent attention. His hot palms traveled from my ankles up the back of my calf, moving higher and higher on my legs each time until his hands travelled under my skirt and his thumbs stopped and rested at the junction of my legs and hips. There, he gave the edge of my panties gentle strokes that sent tingling shudders down from the base of my neck to my spine.
“Is this ok?” I heard him say and could only nod, melting into him and resting my forehead on his shoulder. Jon tightened his grip on my hips and pulled me towards him. My center dragged across the hard denim of his zipper and the growing bulge below it. I gasped, so he did it again, pulling small, satisfied moans from me. Warmth spread all over my body and I felt heat radiating from him too, a slight musk rising from his neck where I nuzzled.
“Yes…,” I hissed against his skin. “Yeah, that’s ok….y-yes.” On that last affirmation, he held me in place while his pelvis gave one hard thrust up against my dripping core.
“Fuck,” he hissed between his teeth.
My nipples were taut and achy as they strained against my white top. I felt his cock pulse beneath my center as more wetness leaked out of me. I wondered if he could smell my arousal being so close, then I wondered why I wasn’t more embarrassed by it. Surely, he could feel how much I wanted him to touch me with how wet and warm I was becoming. He was so close to where I wanted him to be.
As if he could read my mind, Jon dragged the hem of my skirt up even higher. I looked down and saw that some of my wetness was beginning to imprint on the fabric of his pants, but he didn’t seem to mind. His breath hitched and became shallower and shallower with every intake. We stared as his thumbs hooked underneath both sides of the wet gusset. When he took exploratory swipes up my soaked opening, shockwaves exploded across my body.
He groaned at what he found. “Oh fuuuuck,” he said more to himself than to me. “So wet,” he sighed. One thumb dragged the slick up from my opening to my clit. I moaned on contact, so taking my cue, he pushed down before rubbing at it. There was not finesse in his movement, but it felt so good I could only moan into his neck, succumbed to pleasure. I was at his mercy now and found myself involuntarily grinding myself on his hand while he braced me against him with a warm large palm between my shoulder blades. With eyes squeezed shut, I selfishly chased the peak that was approaching. Even the sound of passing cars couldn’t stop me from chasing the orgasm to its conclusion.
Jon tried to say something, but I swallowed his words with another searing kiss as I ground harder and faster into him, not caring if this was good for him, if he was having fun, but the quick breaths and strained groans told me that he was enjoying this too. Four fingers were underneath the gusset for me to use. In the slickness of my juices, Jon slid large, wide fingers into me, filling me with ease. The stretch was so satisfying, I grunted as my head flew back and my lips parted with a moan. His fingers were so big and the thumb pushing down on my increasingly slippery clit was so strong. I leaned back so I could grind deeper against his hand.
“Ahh….,” I whined as Jon dragged a warm tongue along the curve of my throat. I panicked, worried about how salty my skin would be from the sweat I was working up. Jon didn’t seem to mind and continued to mouth against my skin before he pulled the straps of my tank top down with his teeth to expose one breast to him. Moans and grunts flew from my mouth when he flicked the tip of his tongue against the stiff and sensitive nipple.
“So fucking soft,” he mumbled against my skin as he licked and sucked. Jon stilled the fingers inside me, seemingly distracted by what he was doing with his mouth. No matter. I dragged my cunt against his fingers and I was lost in the pleasure that had begun to crawl its way throughout my body. With so many warring sensations, I was helpless but to let them wash over me, one devastating wave after another. I was biting down on his shoulder to muffle the scream of my release. Jon only grunted at the pain.
My moans turned into whimpers as my legs spasmed on their own accord in the aftershock. Jon held me tight against him, suddenly remembering to drag his fingers languidly in and out, coaxing me through the mind-numbing orgasm as it passed through. A shiver shot through my body every time the pads of his fingers brushed past the swollen bundle of nerves. I felt his lips land small kisses on my temple, on my forehead, on my eyelid, on my cheek. Once my body relaxed, I felt myself being moved backwards until my bottom landed gently on the cold concrete behind me with both legs bent over his thighs, feet flat beside his hip. I leaned back to put all my weight on my hands behind me and tried to catch my breath as I basked in the afterglow.
I could see now that my wetness rolled down past his wrist, but he didn’t seem to mind as he continued spreading my slick up and around my opening, eyes fixed on what his hands were doing. “That was so hot,” he said, smiling and satisfied. I was still soft and pliant from his ministration and could only hum in agreement. Jon pulled the gusset to side to give him better access and spread me wider with one of his legs.
In this position, my pussy was open for him, lips still puffy and dripping from the orgasm I had yet to fully recover from. Just then I remembered that the shirt he offered me had fallen off my shoulders and the straps of my top were still pulled down below the modest swells of my breasts. My nipples stiffened in the cool, damp air. I must have been quite a picture, cunt and tits out on offer, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I opened my eyes to see Jon smiling at me and scooping me up with both arms for another kiss, mumbling against my lips, “You’re so fucking hot….” I couldn’t help the moan that peeled from my lips at the praise, the slide of his warm tongue on me so soft and warm that my center clenched and pulsed with the thought of how it would feel all over my body. I whimpered at the feeling of more wetness leaking out of me.
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