One Wild Night - Pt II

Really adult content. Okay?
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The bartender put both drinks down at once but Jon refused to remove his hand from beneath her shirt. So he passed them in turn, looking at Steven almost like he was challenging him to try to get one. Steven just shrugged. He knew what they said about guys reaching their sexual peak and 18 and figured that just put Toews over the hill.

Jillian watched them watching each other and she almost had to laugh. They were so caught up in being competitive they nearly forgot the partially naked and very horny girl who’d lured them into her web of iniquity.

“Anybody want to know my name?” she asked innocently.


They both froze, breaking eye contact and looking ashamed. She let go a giggle to lighten the mood. The boys had a blushing contest and called it a tie.

“I’m Jillian.” The crowd had closed in around them; they could be three friends just talking for all anyone could see. Jon was incredibly warm against her side, like he was plugged into the wall. It was loosening her restraint even more. Like kicking the blankets off just one foot in search of deliciously cool air, Jillian slid her empty hand into Steven’s. He’d been looking for something to do with it anyway. His pale skin was like a cold compress on a burn.

Just as the silence was about to get awkward, Patrick Kane popped up behind them and bumped everyone together. Twined fingers kept them from stopping, so that Jillian ended up pressed completely to Steven’s body. He put his lips to her cheek again, so quickly it was more a breath than a kiss. It barely registered before Jon was pulling her back.

“Oops, sorry kids,” Kane said, smiling like the Joker before disappearing past them.

Jon’s serious mask cracked and he laughed silently. “Stamkos, you want a drink?” As reluctant as he was to leave the two of them alone, he needed a moment to get it together. The line between lust and losing it was blurry and there was a good chance he’d punch Stamkos out and fuck this girl on a barstool if he didn’t take a breath.

“Thanks man,” Steven said, no more comfortable with the growing tension. Neither of them wanted to ruin this.

Jon took the moment to pass between Jillian and Steven. When he was blocking the third wheel from view, Jon dipped his head and kissed her the way Steven had: only he went right for her neck. Jillian squeezed down as a reflex, but it was Steven’s hand she held. Stamkos saw and felt the kiss like a kick to the gut. Jon was gone a second later.

Jillian opened her eyes slightly, but didn’t lift them. Instead she twisted her now free hand into the hem of Steven’s shirt, lightly brushing her thumb across the sliver of skin above his jeans. He watched her fingers disappear beneath the blue fabric and felt his stomach muscles flutter at her touch.

“Jesus,” he said quietly.

Jillian tucked two fingertips into the waistband of his pants and pulled him in. His breath was hot on her neck but she kept her face down, knowing the kiss was a heartbeat away and then it was game over. She moved her hand along the low part of his abs and forced herself to stay conscious.

For his part, Steven didn’t touch her. It was enough that when Toews came back with fresh glasses, Jillian let him see her hand pull free. He already felt drunk.

“Stammer!” a familiar voice called behind him. Instead of pulling St. Louis over and introducing him, he looked at his new friends.

“Right back,” he promised before melting away.

Jillian felt herself spin in Jon’s arms. He was pacing the cage – just standing there, every muscle in his body rigid. He didn’t stop till she was against his chest, his hand again inside her shirt, fingers pressing dents into her bare skin.

He was about to suggest they should leave: together, alone, now. Jillian was so liquid she might have agreed. Instead she ran her palm up his arm until her fingers were under the sleeve of his shirt. She let him curl that massive chest around her, locking her in and blocking out the room. They stood as if dancing. Jon pressed the edge of his sweaty glass to her exposed neck then put his mouth to the wet mark it left. His lips were strong, hungry against her skin. Goosebumps broke out, prickling right down her front. He was so close he felt her nipples get hard. She sucked in a ragged little breath and just as Jon’s mouth was about to come to hers, Steven returned.

“Getting crowded in here,” he said. Those light eyes scanned the crowd to see who might be watching as they practically passed this sultry brunette between them.

Jon nodded. “We should go.” He didn’t care if they picked Jillian up and carried her between them.

Jillian was more discreet. She squeezed Jon’s forearm and leaned up to his ear. “Don’t start without me,” she whispered before she pushed him toward the door. He would have preferred to go last but resistance was futile.

Steven moved in closer, Jillian paused him with a hand to his chest. Over his shoulder she saw Jon get into the elevator. Turning right to his face, so closer their mouths almost touched, she said, “Count just to thirty. I can’t wait a second longer.” And she left.
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Jon waited for the elevator to let him out. Jillian waited for the elevator to let her in. Steven stared at her back walking away, forcing himself to count fully: “One Mississagua, two Mississagua….”
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The door was open, propped against the deadbolt. Jillian pushed it in to find Jon turning the bedside lamp on its lowest setting. He brushed his huge frame against her as he reached for the knob – they stared at each other as the heavy slab swung shut with a thud. Locked.

“Shame if he couldn’t get in,” Jon smiled mischievously.

“Especially when he finds out what he missed.”

Jon was fast but Jillian was faster. And stronger than he’d guessed. In a heartbeat she had him up against the wall; her soft pink lips touched his like lighting a fuse and it burned right up the cord. He slid a hand inside the back of her shirt, held her tight and kissed her hard. She opened her mouth willingly, letting him taste the drink he’d bought and the thoughts in her mind. Jillian almost swooned – he was hard against her hip and she pressed right into his length. Jon moaned softly into her mouth.

A tiny electronic beep sounded and the door opened, spilling light over where they stood kissing in the hallway. It closed just as quickly and Jillian felt another pair of lips latch onto her skin.

Steven had nearly taken the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. The idea of Jon alone with her – he knew what he would do to her in thirty seconds, and he didn’t want Jon getting that chance. When he finally reached the right floor he ran down the hall.

Jillian was flattened against Jon, moving her hips like she had in the bar and practically riding him through his clothes. They didn’t stop kissing, but Jillian reached one hand around her back and pulled Jon’s arm away.

Jon bit down on her lip as she freed herself for Steven’s touch. He didn’t want to share. She returned the favor by rolling his hard-on across her stomach.

Steven fit himself against her, careful not to force her much deeper into Jon, and sank his lips into her neck. He’d wanted so badly to kiss her in the bar but he took his time, nibbling across her soft flesh as he fitted her ass perfectly into his lap. She shimmied into him, making his grab her hips and rub his erection against her forgiving form. Jillian smiled to herself as she felt his size – this was going to be a very good night.

Steven lowered himself, kissing his way down her spine. Jon kept his hands in her hair and his tongue in her mouth. With delicate fingers Steven pulled her shirt wider, revealing more skin and taking every inch he could get. When he was almost on his knees, he pressed his hands up the back of her thighs and cupped her ass tightly. Then he pushed her shirt up her body. She broke from Jon’s mouth as Steven pulled it over her head.

It was the moment she needed. Jon’s lips were swollen from kissing, his short hair a little mussed from groping each other. She turned and pushed Steven against the opposite wall.

His kiss was different, the shape of his mouth thinner and more eager. Nearly the same height as Jon, Steven probably weighed thirty pounds less and it gave him more room to move. He wrapped his arms all the way around Jillian, tipped her slightly and finally tasted her lips. A second later their tongues were dancing and her body melting like a popsicle in the sun. She ground into his lap, making him exhale sharply.

Jon needed something to do before he Hulked out. He helped himself to her bare back, thumbs running hard down the sides of her spine, elongating it until he gripped her waist and bit into her like a plum. The rise of muscle between her neck and shoulder gave way beneath his mouth. He lifted her hair clear, sucked at the back of her neck and gently teased his stiffness against her ass.

Jillian was slipping out of reality – all these hands on her body were overwhelming and she worried she would miss something memorable. As Jon tugged at her back pockets she pulled free from the kiss.

“Steven,” her voice was husky, “take off your clothes.”

Jon pulled her back to his wall, holding her against his erection and snaking his hands around her waist. The button of her pants was open in a moment later, the zipper sliding down. Steven moved to yank off his shirt but she stopped him.

“Slower.”

Jon buried his face in her hair, not watching Steven and doing his best to distract Jillian. He moved his hand right down the front of her pants, over something lacy and right into the cleft between her legs. She gasped as he pressed his long fingers over her soaked panties.

Oh God yes, they both thought.

Steven went slower, pulling the shirt up his torso with a flex. His eyes were on Jon’s hands, kneading the hidden place beneath her jeans. She writhed slightly against him as he felt her out. Steven moved to his jeans, taking his time. If Jon wanted to do the warm up he’d take the first real shift.

Jillian could barely breathe – Jon’s fingers were magic against her throbbing flesh, rubbing the lace hard into her swollen skin. She sobbed involuntarily. Steven’s body was incredible, fine-tuned like a sports car and so fair he could actually have been carved from marble. He watched her getting off on Jon’s touch and having an audience turned her on like crazy. Steven paused a second, standing in his boxer briefs until Jillian nodded slowly.

Jon had been waiting for the right moment. Just as Stamkos pushed the waistband over his hips, Jon drew his fingers out of her. He held the arm across her chest, head to the other side and reached right around her body to put his fingers in his mouth. Jillian didn’t know what to look at, but she heard Jon purr at the taste of her.

Bastard, Steven said to himself. But he was naked now, and Jillian gave him a very approving raised eyebrow with a saucy little smile. He’d taken a lot of showers and knew he had nothing to be worried about in the endowment department.

“Your turn,” Jillian twisted so she could see his Jon’s face.

Steven opened his arms to her, welcoming the hot flash of her skin against his naked body. Toews started removing his shirt but Steven was busy with something else. He pushed Jillian’s jeans down over her hips, panties too, watching Jon’s eyes as he watched Jillian stripped bare. Steven knew he’d get to look plenty later. He kept moving till her ass was bare, nipping at the perfect round cheek, then unzipped the inside of her right boot.

Jon forced himself to pause, opening his jeans and flashing his directional muscles at Jillian. Then slowly his pants went over his thighs until he was in just shorts. Jillian’s brain was at a full boil, whistling like a tea kettle. Jon’s thighs were massive, probably making up half the weight he had over Steven. She peeled her eyes off his legs and gave him a smile.

“I want to see,” she said.

Jillian stepped free of her boot, Steven opened the other and then she was three inches shorter. Steven took her jeans the rest of the way but he didn’t get up. Instead he sank low, pushed her thighs apart and licked his way up the wet streak on her inner thigh.

Jon stood, naked, at the same moment that Steven lapped his velvety tongue across her trembling pussy.

“Oh God,” Jillian said. Each guy assumed she was talking about him.

Steven licked his way along her slit, her warm honey running down his chin. Jillian’s hand found no purchase in his short hair and she moaned, reaching to hold the wall behind her. Her eyes were locked on Jon as Steven made her shake.

“Bed, now,” she whispered. Steven freed her thighs from his grasp, wiped a hand across his mouth and followed.

Jon touched her immediately, having felt those two minutes away were far too long. His huge hand easily held one cheek of her ass.

Jillian reached for Steven, pressing him down onto the mattress and directing him up toward the headboard. She climbed on after him, straddling him until she hovered just below his rock hard cock. His lips slid across hers, welcoming her tongue.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” she said so only he could hear.

Jillian crawled back down the bed, her ass high before Jon like the most perfect target. She rose up, kneeling, and reached an arm back around Jon’s neck. He swiped his fingers into her peach but this time smeared the moisture on her mouth before kissing it away.

“I want you, Jon.” It was the only thing in the world he wanted to hear.

Steven rested his head on his hands and fought to keep his eyes open as Jillian dipped into herself then folded a handful of moisture onto his throbbing shaft. She lubed him, squeezing hard. Her eyes smiled up as she wrapped her lips around his dick.

“God yes,” he said out loud, not caring. Her mouth was hot silk and slid right down his length. She worked her hand, leaving no part unloved. Then her hand was gone and his tip dropped right past the back of her throat. “Holy shit.”

Jon finished unrolling a condom and blocked out the noises Stamkos made as Jillian deep throated him. Jon’s fingers held her hips and his cock guided itself home like a heat-seeking missle. He moaned as he pushed deep into her body, not rushing the sweet sensation of being enveloped by her core.

Jillian squealed. She licked Steven’s length like an ice cream, taking him deeper every time. She felt Jon’s hands as a warning, but nothing prepared her for the stretch and slow, blissful drive of his cock pressing into her body. She was wetter than a Slip-and-Slide and glad for it: he was thick and huge and she wanted it all.

Steven reached into her hair, focusing her attention, and set the pace as she bobbed along his erection. He thought he was enjoying her mouth as much as anything Toews could be feeling from behind. But he’d find out. She gagged slightly as he pressed his head past her tongue and he felt his cookie start to crumble.

Jon was in and he was in deep. His thighs slapped against hers, tipping her forward onto Stamkos and making Steven moan in gratitude. Jon tapped his fingers against her clit and felt her flinch. He did it again, harder, then once more, very light. She purred. Every time he twisted into her clit, her pussy clenched against him. He timed it to his strokes, getting in easily and pulling hard on the way out.

There was only so much a girl could take. Jillian had been stretched into the thinnest thread and felt about to snap. Jon may have been getting himself close but he was taking her with him. The salty hint of Steven’s release had already trickled down her throat. She concentrated on him, making little noises against his stiffness. The fingers twisting her hair told her she was doing it right.

“I’m gonna come,” Steven said. It was almost a warning and Jillian thought how polite he was. Then she drove home on his cock and he burst open in her mouth. It rocked her whole body. Steven cried out as he shot three loads across her tongue. She licked and lapped, barely getting a swallow in before Jon pressed her button and held.

She rocked back into him as she came, knees bending and back arching. Her body rolled again and again, chest heaving as she fought for breath. On all fours over Steven, she let rip a scream.

That’s what Jonathan was after: the sound of taking her over the edge, the sound of his triumph. He had fucked this incredible girl good and proper and now he took his reward. Hot pleasure spurted from him, buried deep and holding tight. She’d have bruises in the shape of his hands, maybe he could autograph them in the morning.

Jon slumped over her back, pulling himself free gingerly. Jillian collapsed, half across Steven’s sprawled body, and Jon fell on the far side with an arm around her waist. He burrowed his face into her ear and whispered, “I’m not done with you.”

She laughed, shaking all three of them. Steven twined his fingers into her free hand and said out loud, “Me neither.”
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