As the door shut behind us, he attacked my mouth with all the vigor and passion built up all evening. I could only submit to him and moan wantonly into the kiss that has got me weak in the knees, literally. I sagged against the wall with only Jon's arms pinning me to keep me from falling. His thigh slowly found its way between my legs and started the hypnotic grind against my crotch. The wave of ecstasy hit me like I couldn't imagine and I started to beg him.
"Jon... Please..."
He smirked. He knew when he's got me wild and ready for anything he wants. "Please, what, Danny?"
I was lost in the warm seduction of his voice that I couldn't respond but to mewl at his ministrations. One of his hands snaked down to thumb my nipple, which got me straining against my zipper and buck against his thigh, still firmly wedged between my legs.
"You'll have to tell me... What do you want me to do?" Jon repeated as he moved in to bite my ear lobe.
"Ah... Jon... Please, please...! Fuck me... Don't make me... Ah!" I blabbered, not really knowing what I was saying at all. I was mad with lust and all I could think of was Jon in me. Jon inside me, pulsing and wet. Jon taking me, claiming me, like he's always done.
Jon suddenly stopped everything that he was doing and I slid down the wall. boneless. "What...?" I asked in confusion. He gave me a lop-sided grin and said very slowly, "I want you to go up to our bedroom, strip and wait for me."
Before he even finished the sentence, I was already getting off my feet and zipping up the stairs. I fumbled out of my clothes shakily. I was twitching with excitement. I knew he was planning on something and the anticipation made me more incensed. I gave my cock a few strokes, torturing myself with the delicious pleasure only to make myself hold back with all my might. I knelt down by the bed, breathing deeply and trying to keep myself calm.
Jon walked into the room, eyeing me closely. I gulped as I watched the way he stared at me, like a predator half a second before mauling its prey.
Please
, I was begging in my head. I looked down onto my lap, not daring to look at him any longer. I saw the pulsing of the veins in my dick and the pre-come spewing out of the tip. I was primed for this.
Please, Jon. Have mercy. I need this!
"Stand up," he commanded. I stood immediately.
"Strip me."
My trembling fingers found their way to his shirt as I started unbuttoning him and peeled him out of his shirt. His strong scent assaulted my senses as I unwrapped him from his shirt. His cologne, his sweat and
pure him
. I moaned, which made him smile.
"Continue, Danny. My jeans, please," he cajoled.
I unzipped him and tugged his jeans off his trimmed waist. My heart leapt when I saw that he did not wear underwear. His cock stood proudly, glistening with pre-come invitingly. I could not help myself; I leaned in and lapped at the tip of his cock. I could feel him shaking and he grab my head off his appendage.
"No," he commanded. He pushed me back onto the bed and followed me as I fell back. Straddling me, Jon hovered over me and pushed his tongue into my mouth, devouring my senses and me.
"Uh... Jon!"