Page 38 of Someone to Call My Own

I didn’t dwell on my inexperience at handling a man like him; I acted on instinct. I placed my hands between Jon’s shoulder blades and let my fingers bump along his vertebrae until I reached his fine ass. I cupped and squeezed a firm cheek with each hand then released him so I could touch his chest and stomach. I teased his hard nipples then ghosted my fingers over scars on his abdomen as I made my way south. I was relieved that Jon’s scars didn’t reveal to me how he got them, because that was a closeness and a connection I wasn’t ready to experience. Still, my heart pinched painfully in my chest when I felt the old energy radiating from them. Jon hadn’t been exaggerating when he said he’d experienced some close calls, and it shook me harder than I was comfortable with.

In fact, the feelings of fear and pain rose up so swiftly that it nearly ruined the sexy vibes that had consumed me earlier. I pushed those unwelcome emotions away to focus on what I did want. I didn’t tease his cock like he did mine, I released that beast and stroked it with my bare hands.

Jon tore his lips away from mine then tipped his head back and closed his eyes while I worked his dick with long, sure strokes. Suddenly, as if it was too much, he placed his hands over mine and stilled me. “I’ve waited too long for it to be over so soon. I promised you a fucking, and you’re going to get one.”

Jon spun me around, and I was shocked by my reflection in the mirror that hung above the table. My eyes looked huge with only a tiny ring of my green irises showing around my blown pupils. My mouth hung open as I sucked air into my lungs and a dark pink blush spread across my cheeks. I looked up and caught Jon’s eyes in the mirror as he cataloged my features too.

He finally opened my pants so he could slide his hand beneath the waistband of my underwear to stroke my bare flesh. It felt so fucking good that I couldn’t help but grind my ass against Jon’s erection while fucking the fist he had wrapped around my cock.

“Easy, baby. I got you.” Jon pressed his nose behind my ear and inhaled deeply. “I can smell how badly you want me.” He nipped the sensitive skin with his teeth, sending lightning straight to my balls. “I can taste it too.” Jon rolled his thumb over the head of my leaking cock, using my pre-cum as lube to tease that ultra-sensitive spot beneath the crown.

Too lost in the sensations he created inside me to take it easy, I braced my arms on the table and pushed my ass against him, feeling the hard length of his cock nestle between my cheeks through the layers of fabric that separated our flesh. Knowing he would soon be inside me had my dick drooling like crazy over his fingers. I needed more and kept grinding myself against his erection hoping to push him over the edge.

Jon yanked my pants down to my ankles and spread my legs as far apart as he could, then parted my cheeks. “Look at that greedy hole twitching to be filled.” Then he slid his cock between them and began sliding up and down the crack. My pucker twitched with need every time the head of his dick rasped against it.

“Is this what you wanted?” Jon pushed my cheeks together so that they hugged his cock as he pleasured himself. His pre-cum acted as lube to help him glide smoothly up and down until I thought I would combust. “Do you want to feel my big cock stretching you wide open, baby? Are you ready for me to slide in and out of your tight hole, raking over those nerve endings that will have you begging me for more? You’re going to plead for harder, faster, and deeper. Are you prepared for me to own this sexy ass?” Jon slapped my right cheek sharply for emphasis. I’d never had any kind of spankings before—not for punishment or pleasure. Instead of scaring me, I pushed my ass tighter against him seeking more of everything he promised me with his words and the look in his eyes.

His expression was virile and dominant and more beautiful than I ever imagined because I saw the truth of his words in the depths of his blue eyes. He was in love with me and the moment meant something entirely different for him than it did me. Lust had its wicked grip on my body, and I was too far gone to ask him to stop. Guilt and shame clawed at my insides, and I couldn’t look at him anymore. I let my head fall forward until it hung between my shoulders.

“Answer me, Emory. I need to know that you’re with me.” Jon reached beneath my chin and tilted my head up until I looked into his eyes through the reflection once more.

Fuck, I wanted it so bad I couldn’t answer him right away. “Yes! Damn you, Jon. I need to feel your cock inside me.”

He grinned triumphantly at me, and I expected him to suit up and mount me, but instead, he dropped to his knees behind me.

Jon spread my cheeks apart wide and used his thumbs to tease my hole. “I know you expected to be on your way after a quick fuck, but that’s not the way we’re going to do it. This might be my only chance, and I’m going to experience it all.” His hot breath ghosted across my tender flesh and made me even hornier. Surely, he wasn’t…

Jon placed the flat of his tongue against my taint and licked a path up my ass crack until he reached the dimple above my ass.

It was my turn to say “fuuuuuuck.” It was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt in my life, and I wanted more. “Please, Jon,” I begged.

I could tell by the dark chuckle that vibrated against my ass that he loved to hear me plead for more. “Greedy, baby,” he whispered. The tip of his tongue circled the nerve-laden crinkles surrounding my hole until it softened and relaxed. Jon sucked and licked me until I was a quivering mess and had to support my full weight on his foyer table. “You taste so fucking good, Em.”

Just when I thought my torment was over, Jon kicked it into high gear by speering my hole with his skillful tongue, making me cry out for more. Every forward motion of his tongue fucking drove my dick against the edge of his table giving me the delicious friction I needed. I felt my orgasm building hard and fast.

“I’m going to come, Jon.” Was I warning him? Did I want him to stop? Fuck no! It felt too damn good that I didn’t want it to end. Every muscle tightened in my body as I tried to fight off my orgasm, but the sensations were too much. “Oh, Jon!” I arched my back and pressed tighter against his face to feel his tongue deeper inside me. My balls drew up tight against my body then I came loud and hard, spurting my cum all over the table. “Don’t stop, Jon. Please don’t stop,” I cried brokenly. I had never had pleasure so intense that it hurt.

Jon remained on his knees after he pulled his tongue from my ass. He turned me around, and I leaned my ass against the table for support. I looked down into eyes so intensely blue that they appeared to glow in the semi-darkness. Instead of rising to his feet, Jon leaned forward and licked the cum off the tip of my cock then sucked my length into the back of his mouth. I hissed between my teeth because my cock was painfully sensitive, but yet, I couldn’t pull away from his seductive mouth.

Jon reached around and slid a finger inside me. He continued to work my semi-erect cock with his mouth as he crooked his finger up and rubbed my prostate gland. I fisted my hands in his dark hair and panted for air while my dick began to harden beneath his ministrations. Once I was fully erect, Jon let my cock slide from his mouth and licked his wet lips as he rose to his full height. He never took his eyes off of mine when he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. I didn’t need to look down to know what he was doing.

I heard the familiar sound of a foil wrapper when he pulled a condom free of his wallet. Jon ripped the package open with his teeth. I only eye broke contact to watch him roll the condom down his long, hard dick. He pushed his pants down to his mid-thigh and said, “It’s my turn.”

I stood up straight, turned my back toward him, and presented my ass. It’s shameful to admit it, but I didn’t want to look into his eyes when he slid inside my body. It was too intimate and something I’d only given to one other person.

“I don’t think so, baby.” Jon slid his big hand around my neck to cup my chin. He lifted my head up so that his eyes locked on mine again. “There will be no hiding from what you want and who you’re doing it with.”

Fuck me; I don’t know how the hell I kept from busting a nut all over the floor when Emory came with my tongue in his ass. He was so fucking sensitive and responsive that I wanted to rim him daily and hear the jagged way he said my name when he shot his load. My dick throbbed painfully, and my body demanded that I fuck that eager ass of his, but I held back. I’d felt how tight his hole was when I worked my tongue or a single finger inside him. It was obvious to me that Emory had gone a long time without sex, and I wanted to make it so fucking good for him.

The boneless way he rested against the foyer table while I licked and sucked his cock back to full mast told me I was well on my way to completing my mission. I might’ve been a screwup in many areas in my life, but I always finished what I started. I stared into Emory’s eyes through his reflection in the mirror. I saw how badly he wanted to look away, but I wouldn’t let him. There was no way I would let Emory deny what was happening between us for another second. I knew he’d run home once I was through with him, but I was also just as certain that he would return to me—where I knew he belonged.

“Can I trust you to stay here while I go get the lube or should I take you with me?” I asked, not recognizing the gravelly voice as my own.

“I don’t need lube; use spit.”

“I won’t hurt you, Em.”

“Don’t coddle me, Jon. Fuck me like you mean it. Right now.” He sounded both desperate and sure.