19 - When She Comes

Ari’s gasps shattered the silent air around them, and she began to gyrate against the tongue that was making her come unglued.  Her pussy slithered up and down his face, over and over, faster and faster…. Until she exploded, coating Jon’s mouth with warm juices. 

He barely had a chance to enjoy the fruits of his labors before she was sliding off the table and dropping to her knees.  It seemed like he’d barely blinked before she had his jeans down and was swallowing him deep.  Time was simultaneously moving at the speed of light and standing still, and it left him barely able to hold on. 

He needed to fuck her pussy. 

Firm hands grasped her shoulders, easing her away from her all-night sucker and guiding her to stand.  Her drenched panties were ripped away, and before they hit the floor, he had her bare ass balanced on the edge of the pool table.   

The instant her knees were spread wide enough to be in the corner pockets, he stuffed his swollen cock inside her with a mindless grunt.  Clinging arms wrapped around his neck, clinging like a vine as he shoved both hands under her ass to lift her high against him. 

Jon was so primed and ready that, when her muscles locked down around him, it was all over in a blinding flash of light.  He instantly exploded inside her. 

His breath coming in short, sharp bursts, Jon lowered her carefully back onto the table, her legs still wrapped tightly around him.  Greedy girl that she was, Ariana rolled her hips again, still looking for another thrill. 

Always willing to be accommodating, he withdrew slowly… and rammed into her one last time.  Hearing his name screamed in the throes of her orgasm was the cherry on top of a very fan-fucking-tastic sexual sundae.

If he dropped dead now, this was definitely the way to go, and from the way his legs were shaking, it could happen.  Hands that were firmly planted into the green felt were the only things that prevented him from collapsing on her from complete exhaustion.

“I’m getting too old for this shit.”

 Her soft giggle was enchanting enough to convince him to live.  At least until she murmured, “Aw, c’mon baby you’re not old, just...” 

“Don’t even say it.” Yeah, he wasn’t anywhere near dead, and he proved it by whisking her over his shoulder so that her bare ass was in the air.  “That’s it, little girl.  Bedtime for you.” 

She squirmed against him as he stalked through the kitchen and up the stairs.  Because he couldn’t be bothered to turn on a light, Jon fumbled his way through the dark apartment until he reached the bed in Ari’s room. 

Tossing her onto it, he ordered, “Sleep, now.” 

“But, I don’t want to!” she squealed as the mattress bounced under her weight.

He kicked off unfastened jeans and tugged the shirt over his head, letting it all fall in a heap to the floor.

“Too bad.  You need it. Now, scoot over and make room for me.”

It had been a while since he’d been forced to squeeze into a full-size bed, but she turned on her side to make room while he situated the pillows.  Once he climbed in, she nestled close and used a fingertip to draw lazy circles around his nipple. 

She thought she was being sneaky when inching ever-so-casually along the faint trail of hair that lead downward, but Jon wasn’t fooled.  When she reached his navel, he grabbed her hand before it could get into any more mischief.

“Nope! Sleep.”

“Hmph!  Party pooper.” 

“I love you too, babe.”

“Grrrr,” was her mildly growled reply before she hiccupped and drifted off to sleep.

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The dull ache in his lower back had Jon wishing for a bigger bed, and the one in his head begged for Advil.  There was only one of those things he could come up with and slipped from the bed to go in search of it while being careful not to wake Ariana. 

She snuffled softly and rolled over but didn’t wake as he stepped into his jeans.  He knew they were alone, but the thought of walking around naked in Lili’s house made him uncomfortable.  Jon preferred to have his ass covered as he located the bathroom to seek out relief for his aches and pains. 

When the medicine cabinet turned up nothing but a toothbrush, toothpaste and antacids, he headed downstairs.  Surely they had pain reliever behind the bar.  Drunk people got headaches.  It only made sense.   

A satisfied smirk curved his mouth as he caught sight of the pool table and recalled their late-night escapade.  A few knotted muscles in his lower back were worth it.

He rummaged around behind the bar but didn’t find any pill bottles, but he did find the bottle bearing a familiar black and white label. 

A little hair of the dog should fix me up.

His buddy Jack Daniels had erased plenty of pain for him in the past, so he spun off the cap and took a couple of swigs.  The smooth liquid burned his throat when he swallowed, but damn if it didn’t taste good. 

And I know what’ll make it taste better.

Jon grinned and replaced the lid but didn’t bother putting the bottle back.  He took it with him when trekking upstairs, and devious little ideas were already taking shape in his mind.   When he found Ariana sleeping on her back with one leg at the knee, one idea became more vivid than the others.

Perfect!  

Holding the whiskey in one hand, he used the other to slip out of his jeans and carefully snuck back into bed.  Her even breathing said that she hadn’t wakened, and he gently lifted the sheet and flicked it to the foot of the bed.  That left Ari completely exposed and Jon drank in the swell of her bare bosom, the graceful dip of her abdomen, and the toned curves of her legs.   

God, she’s beautiful.  

He wanted to drink her in a little different way, though. 

Twisting off the whiskey cap, he drizzled a bit of the golden liquid into her belly button – gingerly, since he didn’t want her to wake up.  Not just yet, anyway. 

He set the bottle on the mattress, propping it between her thighs, and the coolness of the bottle made Ari twitch.  The slight movement sent a trickle of booze careening down her hip. 

Jon caught it with the tip of his tongue and continued on.  He licked over her tattoo, across to her neatly groomed mound and back up to her belly button, where he stopped to slurp up the remaining puddle.

“What the...?” There was a tickle at her tummy, but Ari couldn’t move.  Jon had one splayed hand planted between her breasts and navel, and the other pinning her hip to the mattress.  “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I was thirsty,” he replied to her sleepy curiosity with wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh, really? Ever hear of a thing called a cup,” Ari teased, wondering at the man’s logic.

“Yeah, but it tastes better this way.”  

Jon said it as though that should be obvious to any fool, and Ari decided she was more interested in what he was doing than why he was doing it.  She was especially interested in knowing what was shining on his lips.

“What did you pour on me, anyway?”

“Jack Daniels. Want some?” He dipped his tongue into her navel to claim the final few drops, and then grinned up at her.  Positioning a knee and hand on each side of her body, he crawled up the sheets until his mouth hovered close – close enough to smell the distilled liquor on his breath.   

The kiss that touched her lips was soft and flavored with whiskey, but damn, he tasted good.  He allowed her to savor and get lost in the kiss for a long moment, until her tongue snaked into his mouth in attempt at dominance. 

Then, he retreated. 

Ari’s teeth scraped over her lower lip, and she pouted petulantly, “Why did you stop?  I was enjoying that.” 

“A little too much.  My game. My rules.”

“Oh, so now it’s a game?  I thought you were thirsty.” She tried to sit up, but he placed both hands on her shoulders, pushing her back down.

“Stay! You are not allowed to move or touch. I am.”

It was only the wicked gleam in his eye that had her playing along.  She’d seen that look before and knew it meant good things for her, so she watched and waited without protest. 

This time, instead of pouring the whiskey into her navel, he sluiced it over her breasts.  The tickling sensation made the skin pimple, and Ariana squirmed without thought.    

“You’re moving,” he scolded as he bent to take one nipple in his teeth, clamping down in a punishing bite. 

“Owww!” It hurt, but not enough to keep her from wriggling under him.

“Remember… no moving.”

“You bit me,” she whined.

“Because you moved. Now, let’s try this again.  Maybe you can follow directions this time.” 

He tipped the bottle again, and this time she managed not to move.  That must’ve pleased him, because the other nipple disappeared in his mouth, and instead of biting, he began to suck.  Slowly.  Softly. 

Ari gave a breathy moan, tunneling into his hair. He swatted her away and added a sharp smack to her thigh.

She arched and whimpered, “Hey!  I don’t think I like this game.”

“From my vantage point, you seem to be enjoying it just fine. If you’d stop breaking the rules, I could continue.”

When he picked up the bottle this time, it was to rub the mouth of it along her folds before dumping a shot’s worth over her pussy.  There was too much of the amber liquid for her skin to absorb, and it spilled onto the sheet.  The coolness of it on her ass had Ari’s hips lifting just as his mouth clamped down on her clit and sucked...hard. 

“Mmmm...” he approved after licking his lips. “Soooo good, but something’s missing.”

Jon inserted one, and then two fingers, thrusting them in and out while his thumb played with her clit. Her walls spasmed around the digits, and she fought the urge to move. She didn’t want him to stop his sweet torture.

“Mmm...Oooh...Ssss” 

“You like that?”

“Yesssss,” the affirmation was drawn out into multiple syllables.

Jon slid his fingers free, bringing them to his nose and inhaling.

“Mmm… so sweet.” He put them in his mouth, savoring her juices. Mixed with the potent whiskey, he was perfectly intoxicated. “Much better.”

“Arrgh! Please... stop... Ya killing me.”

“Baby, that’s all part of my plan.”  Upturning the bottle, he filled his mouth with whiskey and placed his lips over hers to supply a sip.  After they both swallowed, he leaned in to whisper, “What do you want me to do to you? Do you want me stuff you with my fingers? Play with your clit? Tell me. It’s all about you.” 

“What about you?”

“Watching you cum will be enough for me.”

She pushed herself up on knees and grabbed his face between her hands, kissing him both forcefully and passionately.  Her tongue pushed inside, leaving no space between them.  They were two hearts beating as one. 

God, I love this man. 

She couldn’t think of spending another day without him. 

Unwilling to break the kiss, she leaned into him, pushing until his back hit the bed and she was flat atop him.  She swung her leg over his lap, impaling herself onto his swollen cock. 

With their bodies fused together, she fisted in his hair, breaking the kiss only to pant, “Yes...Yes! I’ll marry you. Today… tomorrow… next week.  I love you, Jon.”

Cerulean eyes lit with a light that could brighten the world, and a slow smile spread across his lips.