Chapter 27

“Even better,” he said, “If you hang up, I will just call back. Besides, I know you want this.”

I sighed in frustration. At him and at myself because it was true.

“Did he cum inside you?”

“No, he wore a condom, and he still pulled out.”

“Good. Now, close your eyes and let your hand slide down your belly.”

A soft sigh escaped my lips as I closed my eyes, I let my hand travel down slowly letting my fingertips trail along my skin softly. My skin tingled at my own touch and my breathing had already become heavy with anticipation as I teased my skin and let my hand travel lower.

“You’re my slut Mariah,” he rasped. “No one will make you cum like I can.”

“Now rub your slutty cunt for me.”

“Yessssssss,” I whisper and let my fingers slide between my wet lips. “Oh god this is so bad.”

“But you love it don’t you slut?” he asks his breathing heavy as well. “You know you love cumming for me.”

I only moaned in reply as my fingers plunged in and out of my pussy. I could hear Richard panting and moaning, calling me a slut and giving me instruction, but my fingers had a mind of their own. I felt my orgasm building and my moaning increasing with the pleasure I was feeling.

I was so close to release lost in what I was doing when suddenly I felt movement next to me. I’d forgotten about Jon. My movement and moaning must have woken him up.

“Mariah?” Jon asks groggily, “are you ok?””

I immediately dropped my phone and rolled on my side to act as if I was just tossing and turning in my sleep. I felt his hand on my shoulder and he gently pulled me to face him. I feigned a groan as I rolled to face him.

I kept my eyes closed playing to still be asleep when I felt Jon’s soft hand caress my shoulder. He leaned in and kissed me gently and I opened my eyes.

“Jon?” I ask pretending to wake, “Did I wake you?”

“I think you were dreaming,” He nodded, “You were shifting around and moaning, I hope you were dreaming about me.”

He grinned at me then leaned in and kissed me. I kissed him back and he pulled me into him. Jon’s hands slid over my body, and I gently pushed him onto his back. I positioned myself over him and he stopped me.

“Mariah, wait,” He says breaking our kiss, “I don’t have another condom.”

I kiss him hard and gripped his shaft. He moaned into our kiss as I lowered myself onto him. My hips started moving up and down quickly as we kissed harder.

“Please, I need this Jon,” I moaned and lifted myself up. “I need you to make me cum.”

I placed my hands on his chest and started to ride him hard and fast. Jon groaned and did his best to keep up. He gripped my hips and pushed up into me matching my thrusts, we found our rhythm and, at that moment, I felt a connection with him something deep that felt better than anything I’d experienced before.

I looked down at him to see his face masked with pleasure and lust. My body was on fire, being so close to orgasm and denied so many times that night.

“Mariah, oh fuck I can’t ho-,” Jon grunted, “Ugh If you don’t stop.”

“Uuuunnnngh fuck don’t ooooh stop Jon,” I moaned. “I oh god need ugh this, please,”

“I’m gonna ugh fuck!” Jon groaned. “Oh fuuuuuuck are you oooh god sure?”

“Cum inside me Jon!” I almost screamed. “Fill me up, please!”

“I can’t hold back, I’m cumming!” he groaned as he raised his hips lifting me and I felt his hot cum filling me. “I’m cumming inside you!”

It was perfect timing. Felling his hot cum and throbbing cock set my own orgasm crashing into me like a tidal wave.

“Oh, fuck Jon yes cum inside me!” I screamed as shoved down hard onto his cock holding it inside me as we shuddered through our orgasms together. “I’m cumming too baby you’re making me cum!”

I collapsed on top of him panting, my hips still moving up and down his hard cock. I felt it throbbing inside me as we shared out mutual climax. I kissed him deeply and passionately biting his lip and moaning into our kiss while he slowly pumped the last of his cum into me. Finally, I roll off of him and lay on my back next to him.

“That was amazing,” Jon panted before kissing me softly. “Like wow.”

“It was,” I say and smiled back at him. “Thank you.

Jon then got up and excused himself to go to the bathroom. I smile at him as I watched him go. As soon as the door was closed, I reached over and grabbed my phone. Richard had hung up, but I had a new text message from him.

Richard: “Thanks for the performance. See you on Monday.”

I shuddered as I read it and closed my eyes. I wanted to enjoy the moment and not worry about what Monday held in store.