One Wild Night - Part IV

Last chapter, all porn.  Smut challenge complete.
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Jon rolled himself into Jillian, pressing deep into the mattress. Let the guys call it vanilla, but this was always his favorite position. Every single part of her smaller body was in contact with his – he felt powerful, desired and like he could consume her completely. Which is what he wanted. Jon would laugh about this night down the road, shake his head and think about that one wild night. But he didn’t really like to share. He liked to go one-on-one with a woman and have her all to himself. So he forgot about Steven, focused on Jillian and kissed her hard.

Jillian moaned softly as he kissed her like he meant it. He was heavy and warm, weighing her down into the soft bed. She could have melted into liquid. Those huge thighs she’d admired before had her legs spread wide.


Jon didn’t move his hands from her hair. But he did open his eyes and watch her face as he entered her.

She had to fight to hold his gaze. Those dark brown eyes anchored her, demanding her full attention. But it wasn’t easy to concentrate on his face when so many other amazing parts of his body launched attacks on all sides.

Jon exhaled deeply as he reached the deepest part of his stroke. Jillian held his cheek and ran her thumb slowly over his lips. Using that pace, Jon stroked into her. She kept her eyes on his as she began to move beneath him.

“Jon,” she whispered. “You feel amazing.”

He buried his face in her neck, losing his train of thought at the sound of her voice. She took the moment to glance across the bed. Steven, still on his side, was fast asleep. The sight of him made her smile.

Jon caught the express but didn’t want to look at the other man. Jillian simply said, “We’re alone.” Then Jon smiled too.

That smile was something else. It sent a ping of pleasure right down through her body. The vibration hit the same spot as Jon’s cock, bounced off and rang around inside her stomach like a ball in a video game. She hooked her legs around his waist and drew her hips up into a tilt.

“Oh God,” Jon said. Jillian had the leverage and room to writhe against him now, twisting her hips to wrap and roll his cock like a lollipop. Just the slightest lift of her pelvis gave the game a whole new feel.

He got harder, she felt it. She repeated her actions, slowly and deliberately, until all at once she surprised him with a single, hard thrust. He gasped.

“Fuck… yes,” he groaned. She slid her tongue into his mouth. The second he was distracted by the kiss she bucked again with all her might. The words were lost in the back of her throat.

“Tell me what you want, Jon. Tell me why you came here.”

There was one thing, the only thing he’d ever really been curious about. But he could never ask any of the girls he’d been with – either they were good girls who wouldn’t know or bad girls who would tell everyone. And it didn’t seem like the kind of thing he wanted to share. Jillian watched him thinking, deciding if he felt safe enough to share whatever fantasy he had. She guessed it wouldn’t be too racy. But Steven Stamkos was asleep an arm’s length away, so the night was already pretty wild for Jonathan Toews.

Fuck, just do it, he thought.

“Do you know how to… with your finger you can… touch my…,” he kept moving to cover how awkward it suddenly seemed to be speaking. But Jillian knew.

“I can do that.”

The relief of his face as evident – he was more nervous about saying it than doing it. But now he looked at Steven.

“Don’t worry about him,” she said. “But you’re going to have to stand up.”

Jon was still buried inside her. “But I want to make you come first,” he said.

These boys are so polite, she almost giggled. They’d hold the damn door open just to get you inside and fuck you senseless.

“I think it can be your turn now. Plus,” she gave him a quick kiss full of tongue. “I’m dying to suck your cock.”

That did it. A little something dirty to set the mood. Jon pulled out and helped her off the bed. He still looked a bit sheepish, so she rose onto her toes and kissed his lips. With the other hand she used the corner of the bedspread to gently wipe his erection clean. He was a mess of her mess and she’d rather taste him alone. Keeping her hand on his throbbing shaft, she lowered herself down.

“You’re going to like this,” she said. Then she slipped her lips over the tip of his dick and went to work. More than once she nearly gagged, his thick hard-on almost more than she could handle.

Jon was enjoying this as much as he had enjoyed her on the bed. Her slick, velvety mouth glided and pulsed like she really had been dying to go down on him. She looked up from her knees and Jon watched himself disappear past those perfect little lips. A gentle tug on his balls let him know she was getting to the main event.

Jillian moved her hands to his incredible backside. He tensed, so she kneaded the muscle with her fingers until he relaxed just a bit. The she slid a finger down the crack of his ass and over the puckered flesh. He tensed again, and again she waited. She circled with increasing force until she felt like Jon got the idea. Then she pulled him free from her mouth.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she said, looking up from her knees. He could have come right then, the sight of her waiting to deep throat him again, her breasts heaving, her thighs bent and spread. It would have been enough to drain himself into her mouth and let her lick him clean. But tonight was not the night for easy ways out.

“But I am going to make you come harder than you ever have.”

With that promise, she took her right hand and ran it down her stomach. He watched as she dipped it into her folds, juices gleaming all over her thighs and hand, and worked two fingers into her pussy. She ground against them, enjoying the sensation of something stiff inside her again and really letting Jon see how hot he was making her. Then she drew the two fingers out and took his dick back into her mouth.

He felt a little pressure, then the strange sensation of her finger sliding into him. He tried not to fight it. He knew that somewhere in there was a magic button that he’d only heard about and he hoped that she knew how to start this ride.

Jillian worked his cock deep into her throat. She went at him good, letting him get really into it until he was fucking her mouth like he had her body. He grunted when his tip slid past the back of her tongue, and wrapped his fingers into his hair. It worked best if he was almost there first. She pushed a finger slowly inside and let him keep going.

“Fuck, Jillian. I’m gonna come,” he said. But it wasn’t true, not quite yet. She waited another couple of strokes. “Baby, I’m really gonna come.”

When she tasted the first salty trickle, like an air raid sired warning of falling bombs, she knew he was really ready. She pressed her finger down inside him, searching for it. It took three taps and then, without mercy, she pushed that secret little spot as hard as she could.

Jon’s world when completely white. He locked up, froze and then fucking exploded.

He came so hard that Jillian almost choked. For someone who’d come twice in an hour, he certainly showed no signs of running out of gas. She pushed the spot again. Three, four times his hot pleasure burst in her mouth as she struggled to get it all down. When he finally stopped, her finger slipped out unnoticed. Jon was curled down over her, hands at her lower back and body bent almost in two. She tenderly released his cock from her mouth and held onto his thighs.

Jon dropped onto the bed, careful not to touch his exhausted dick to anything. He knew his jockstrap would be really uncomfortable tomorrow. But it had definitely been worth it – she had rung his bell like all the stories he’d heard about. He pulled her down next to him and they lay together, breathing hard.

“Jesus, that was incredible,” he finally said, face turned down into the blanket. “But I still owe you one.”

There was no way Jillian could go again. As it was she’d be bow-legged for the rest of her life. She simply put a hand over Jon’s pounding heart. “Save something for tomorrow, I don’t want to wear my Toews shirt for nothing.”

“Shut up!” He sounded like a surprised teenage girl.

“And your handprints bruised into my ass. Nice matching set,” she giggled tiredly. His hand sought out the spot. She fit perfectly against him and he sighed. Such the hopeless romantic. The guys always made fun of him for it. A threesome with a stranger and I want to take her back to Chicago.

“I should go,” he said instead.

“I’ll be cheering for you tomorrow.” She knew if he was still there in five minutes, he’d still be there in five hours. Not that she minded, but she had no illusions about what this was. He was young and earnest and they had just had the night of their lives.

“I’ll be cheering for you for a long time,” he told her. If he stayed another second he’d stay all night. He was completely spent and the desire to curl up with her and sleep until lunch was nearly impossible to resist. He forced himself off the bed with a single push of his huge bicep.

She rolled onto her back and lay there, all tossed out like she’d been soundly fucked, while he searched for his scattered clothing. He didn’t bother with shorts, still hissing as the heavy fabric of his jeans settled against his battered flesh.

Watching him dress was almost as good as watching him undress. He lifted his arms all the way, baring every curve and slope of his chest, then pulled his shirt down like dropping the curtain on a stage. He kneeled over her perfect, worn-out body and kissed her again. “What about him?”

“I’ll wake him up. Probably best if you two don’t have to shake hands before leaving.”

It was against his nature to leave her there. It was definitely against his nature to leave her there with another man. But it had been a night of playing against character.

“Goodnight, Jillian.”

“Night Johnny.”

She took in a last view of his ass on the way out the door. It swung shut and she sighed loudly. Moving would be painful even if she had the strength, which she didn’t. So she lay there quietly and stared at the ceiling. She’d definitely gotten what she wanted out of the night. And she had a hard time believing that anything could ever top it. With a tremendous effort, she rolled onto her side and looked at Steven.

A tiny smile curled his lip then spread into a huge, shit-eating grin. He opened those crystalline eyes and looked at her.

“I wasn’t sleeping.”

Jillian screamed a laugh, as loud as she’d screamed anything that night, and drew her knees up into a ball. Steven was on top of her in a second, lying across her like a dog pile and bouncing her into the mattress over and over.

“I’m 20, Jillian! You think I need a fucking nap?!” He pushed his face right into hers. “It might be past Old Man Toews’ bedtime, baby, but I can go all night.”

“Oh my God! I won’t be able to sit down to watch the game tomorrow.”

He shrugged like it was nothing. “I plan to score so many goals you won’t have time to sit down in between them anyway.”

She hit him with a pillow. He caught her hands and pressed them above her head, elongating her body and trapping it beneath his own. She was still laughing when he kissed her.

“You’re not wearing a Toews shirt tomorrow,” he said. “But if you’re a good girl tonight, you might just earn yourself a Stamkos jersey.”

She arched an eyebrow.

Steven kissed her again, slowly and with clear intentions. He was already hard, his cock forcing itself up along her thigh. She whimpered involuntarily at his delicious stiffness as the dull ache in her body pulsed hard.

“Now about that thing you thought I slept through….”
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