Just a Crush

by Tabatha Kiss

  Jonah kisses my lips once more, a deep and kind kiss that could last for days if we really wanted it to. Then, he breaks away and I hear him humming that familiar tune again as he shifts down to kiss my chest.

  Down down baby...

  Twenty-Seven

  Marla

  Jonah spreads my legs. I let him. He licks a trail between my breasts. I run my fingers through his hair, consciously urging him to go further as he slips off the bed onto his knees. He pulls me along with him, hooking my kneecaps and drawing me closer to his face. I sway as his lips caress my inner thighs and I jolt with each playful nip of his teeth.

  Jonah gazes up at me, his hands settling on my hip joints. His eyes grow soft as if to ask permission one last time. I tease his scalp and nod, my chest rising and falling with quick, heated breaths. Yes, I want to answer. I want to scream it from the bottom of my lungs but my tongue doesn’t know how to do anything but moan for this.

  His tongue grazes me and I close my eyes out of equal measures of fear and excitement and... toe-curling pleasure. It sparks deep inside and quickly spreads, steadily lulling me out of fear’s cold grasp and into the warm hands of the best night of my life.

  I moan through clenched teeth. My hips rock on their own and Jonah effortlessly holds me down, his mouth clamped around my most intimate places. I shudder and flex as rush after rush of heat and pleasure turn my body to jelly.

  “Jonah...” My voice trembles, barely able to get his name out at all.

  His eyes rise to meet mine but his jaw never ceases, slightly obscured behind my pelvis. He moves his hand down his own body and I lose track of it until I notice the subtle jerk of his arm muscles all the way down to his wrist as he strokes himself at the same time. The sight itself sends a fresh flurry of heat throughout and I quiver as I tighten my grip on the bedspread beneath me. With my eyes closed, my toes curled, and my knees firmly clenched around his ears, I nearly fall to pieces. Hell, not nearly.

  I fall completely.

  “Jo—” I gasp as my back arches off the bed.

  He doesn’t stop. He merely reaches out and takes my hand, quickly entwining our fingers as the tension breaks in me. I come hard, harder than I ever have. I scream as my thighs flick and I squeeze his fingers until it’s all over.

  Jonah chuckles quietly as he leaves little kisses between my thighs. “You’re so beautiful,” he says, just as out of breath as I am.

  I laugh, though I believe every word.

  He rises off the floor with one hand still clenched around his thick-crowned cock. He wipes his wet lips with the other while staring at me, his eyes still as full of lust as they were before, then turns and makes his way into the bathroom.

  I sit up, watching his naked body disappear into the dark room. He returns quickly with a small box in his hands but I can’t tell what it is until he’s standing next to me again.

  Condoms.

  “Lie down,” he says.

  I shift onto my back, letting my head fall against the thick pillows. Jonah rolls the comforter down and I scoot up as he climbs onto the bed beside me. He tucks us in beneath the blanket and wraps an arm around me, pulling me ever so close. His lips graze my chin and cheeks. His nose bumps mine as he fumbles to kiss me in the dark. I kiss him back, the moment warm and perfect. I gently turn onto my back again. He follows, hovering over me as I open my legs and position them around him. I place a palm on his chest and feel the rapid tapping of his heart pounding as I kiss him harder. He rips the box open and tears a condom from the sleeve. Only a few moments left now before...

  I hold my breath as he fits it onto his thick shaft and absently tosses the wrapper away. He eagerly turns his attention back to me, touching and kissing me as we settle a little deeper into our embrace. I feel his cock press along my pubic bone, just a few inches away from my still-throbbing entrance. I spread my legs wider, allowing for more skin to touch and he lets out a pleasing sound as our bodies rub together.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” he whispers under his breath. “Too good...”

  I moan without thinking. There’s room for only one thought in my mind right now and that’s what it’s going to be like to feel him inside of me.

  I touch the pleasant stubble on his face and he turns to kiss my palm as I say, “I’m ready.”

  “Not nervous?” he asks.

  “Oh, no. Very nervous,” I say, swallowing hard. “But... ready. For you.”

  Our noses touch and he smiles. “Me, too. I need you so badly...”

  I reach down to take hold of his cock and he groans. “Just go slow, okay?”

  Jonah chuckles. “Don’t worry, Marla,” he says. “I’ll take care of you.”

  I kiss him in response, knowing that he means every syllable of it. Using sense of touch alone, I angle his tip toward my entrance. Jitters plague my hands, making me drop him once or twice before I feel him breech my slick opening. Instinct guides me as I slide his tip inside but a twinge of pain makes me stop.

  “Relax...” Jonah whispers. “You’re clenching.”

  I exhale, forcing some of my tension away as he thrusts slowly. He only goes in an inch before backing off and going in again, each time easier than the last.

  “So fucking good,” he groans, our foreheads touching.

  I close my eyes, feeling him go in and out of me. The pain and tightness are nearly gone, leaving only a wonderful intimacy between us. I’m in so much shock, I’m not sure I feel anything at all, but I don’t want him to ever stop.

  Jonah grunts as he dips his head and fucks me a little deeper. I gasp at the new sensation, feeling utterly helpless beneath him but still completely safe.

  “Is this okay?” he asks, out of breath.

  I nod. “Yes. Don’t...” I swallow. “Don’t stop.”

  He crushes his mouth on mine, stealing my words with his tongue. His hips shift closer and I feel him push deeper inside, deep enough to feel his pelvis pressed against mine.

  A shock jolts my core and I moan into his mouth. Jonah moans with me, our lips entwined as he grinds our hips together to create warm friction. His skin grazes my clit, stoking fire and tempting another moan from my tongue.

  “Jonah?”

  He pauses. “What?”

  “Should I...” my thighs twitch, “should I be doing something?”

  His brow piques. “Doing something?”

  “I don’t know, I just...” I cringe. Why the fuck am I even talking? “Am I just supposed to lie here or is there something more I can do?”

  Jonah laughs and pushes up on his arms, his cock still deep inside. “You can try locking your ankles around me,” he suggests.

  I wrap my legs around his back. “Like this...?”

  He inhales sharply and I pause. “Yeah, that’s good...”

  “Are you okay?” I ask, resting my hands on his arms.

  “I’m fine,” he says with a laugh. “It’s all good. That just... feels really good.”

  I nod. “Good.”

  “You can touch me, too,” he adds. “Arms, chest, back, ass. Go nuts.”

  I take the hint and reach around him to cup his rear. “Like this?” I ask, smiling.

  “Perfect,” he says, lowering down to kiss me. He thrusts over and over again and I feel his glutes flexing beneath his skin. “Maybe scratch down my back if it feels good, too.”

  I blink. “Won’t that hurt?”

  “Oh, baby.” He chuckles. “Have I got some things to teach you...”

  We laugh and he lowers down to give me a kiss, his hips continuing their slow, sensual grind.

  “Can I go faster?” he asks.

  “Yeah.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I want you to,” I say, curling my hands up his back. “I want you to treat me like any other girl you brought back after a show.”

  “But you’re not like any of those girls to me.”

  “Doesn’t mean you can’t fuck me like one.”

  He stops mid-thrust. “Say that agai
n,” he says.

  I smile, biting my bottom lip. “Fuck me, Jonah B,” I say teasingly.

  Jonah raises his head and narrows his eyes. “You are playing with fire, Ms. Gorchinsky.”

  I dig my nails into his back, soft yet sharp enough for him to feel it. He tenses for a brief second, the curl of his smile crawling up his cheeks as he bites down.

  “Bad girl,” he says.

  “Don’t all rock gods like ‘em bad?” I ask.

  He shakes his head once. “I like them like you.”

  I snort. “Easy line.”

  Jonah kisses me, firm and slow. “I mean it. But I also don’t have to be told twice to give a lady what she wants, so...” He straightens his arms again, easily balancing above me. “Do me a favor first.”

  I slide my hands down his chiseled chest. “Anything.”

  “Touch yourself for me.”

  I raise a brow.

  “Oh, come on now,” he teases. “My bad girl ain’t going modest already, is she?” His eyes drift down my body. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. Trust me. You’ll like it.”

  I let out a nervous laugh, though I have no reason to doubt him. And he’s right, I suppose. No reason to get shy now after everything we’ve already done... everything we’re currently doing.

  I start with my breasts, gently cupping them as my nipples twist into hard nubs. Jonah watches with hungry eyes, his abs flexing as he begins grinding his cock deep inside of me again. I look down at the view; his dark tuft of pubic hair rubbing against mine, the thick base of his shaft appearing and disappearing quicker as he picks up his pace. I reach down and slide my fingers between our bodies, pressing them hard against my throbbing clit.

  At first, I feel very little. There’s so much going on at once — too many new sights and sensations pulling my focus — but as my clit pulses more and more and my insides clench around him, a tingling need takes over me. I open my mouth to breathe, feeling far too warm beneath Jonah and the blanket. I rub myself harder, using my own wetness to make it feel good and I start moaning as a result.

  Jonah lowers down far enough to get at my lips. I kiss him hard, tasting the same pleasure on his tongue as he groans into my mouth. He fucks faster, pounding me harder, and I succumb to the new rush of pain and pleasure equally taking hold of me.

  I look into his eyes; those bold, powerful eyes full of love and affection. I wonder how the hell I ended up here. Have I finally been given a break after all the shit life has thrown at me? Has all of my hard work and strife finally paid off? Is Jonah my reward? Can I keep this moment forever?

  He kisses me again and I wonder if it’s really possible.

  With a deep grunt, he thrusts in and stays there. I feel his cock throbbing inside as his face clenches and his body tightens in climax. I keep kissing him, touching him. Loving him. And I won’t ever stop.

  “Keep going,” he whispers, his chest heaving. “Come for me again...”

  I do as he says. I rub harder and faster, bracing my other hand on his chest. My back arches and my thighs twitch. I try to moan his name but my voice breaks into disjointed syllables as my pussy pulses around his still hard erection.

  “That’s it,” he whispers with a deep growl. “I love hearing you moan.”

  I grab his arm, my nails digging in accidentally. He flexes his bicep in response and laughs as he teases my earlobe with his tongue.

  “Don’t you fucking stop,” he says. “This is so hot. Holy shit.”

  I feel my climax building fast. My senses pull me apart from the inside out. From his dark eyes to his tight body to his gravel-like voice. I lose myself in him all over again. I give myself to him, completely.

  I come and it’s like blinding lights in my vision. I tighten everywhere, from my head to my toes. I moan on his sweet tongue. My wetness surges around his cock. My fingers cramp up and my mind dissolves. I can barely breathe. I love every second of it.

  When I finally open my eyes again, I see Jonah’s kind face and warm smile. His tattered, sweat-glistened hair and stubbled cheeks. I smile back and wonder which parts of me he’s looking at. My tangled red hair? My probably pink cheeks? My freckled nose?

  He settles down, giving his arms a break as he lies on his side. He kisses my neck and holds me close. We breathe the same air for the longest time, selfishly ignoring the lights and sounds of anything else but us. I think to speak but what is there to say? What could possibly be said that could make this moment better? Why risk ruining it by saying the wrong thing?

  After a while, Jonah props himself up on his elbow and licks his dry lips. “Well, I don’t know about you, but that was incredible.”

  I laugh. I nod. I die. “It was great.”

  “First-time worthy?” he asks. “I wanted it to be special for you, in some way…”

  “Was it not special for you?”

  “It was. But was it for you?”

  I smile. “Of course.”

  “Are you sure?” He smiles back. “Because I’ll keep doing ya until it’s special. I’m ready to go.”

  I raise my hands to touch him and pause at the dark stain on my fingers. Sticky and cold.

  I hesitate, my cheeks burning, as I turn away from him. I’ve heard about virgin blood before but I honestly thought it was just a horrible lack of preparation and education. It didn’t hurt bad enough to bleed, and yet...

  I feel between my thighs. Also sticky. “Shit,” I whisper, easing away.

  “What’s wrong?” Jonah asks.

  “Nothing, I just need to use the bathroom.”

  “Everything okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  Jonah reaches for my arm and grabs me before I can slide off. “Whoa...” I hear him say. “Hold on.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut, too embarrassed to look at him. Then, I hear the flick of the table lamp and my gut churns.

  “Whoops,” he says.

  I turn toward his voice and gasp at the tiny blood stain on the sheets... and the spots along his groin. “Aw, shit,” I say, defeated.

  “It’s okay,” he says. “It happens.”

  “I just ruined like 900-thread count sheets!”

  Jonah laughs. “Depends on your perspective,” he quips. “I, for one, consider it an improvement.”

  “This isn’t funny, Jo,” I say, burying my face in my hands. “I feel disgusting.”

  “Marla.” He pinches my chin and forces me to look at him. “You’ve got it all wrong.”

  “I do?”

  He sidles in close to me again and kisses my cheek. “This is the best part,” he says, bobbing his head toward the bathroom. “Follow me.”

  Twenty-Eight

  Jonah

  It’s mine.

  All mine.

  I watch the pink water curl down the shower drain and it stops my breath in its tracks. It’s a powerful feeling, one that I hadn’t really considered before dragging Marla into this shower. Soapy water runs off our bodies, carrying our blood and cum and sweat along with it but it doesn’t compare to what I’ve taken from her. I’ve taken something no one else can have and I’ll own a piece of my muse for the rest of her life because of it.

  Never thought about it that way before.

  So, as I kiss her beneath the constant stream of hot water, I vow to respect it. I promise to make sure she never regrets what she’s given me — even for a moment.

  I pull her close and kiss her perfect, plump cheeks. I taste the clean water on her shoulders and feel the smooth skin down her spine. I push away the wet hair trying to cling to her face. I fucking worship her. My beautiful muse.

  She kisses me back. Her pink tongue swipes at my chest and her nails drag along the flesh of my ass. Her hand roams between us and little fingers wrap around the erection pressing into her hip. I shudder, almost ready to come again as her palm squeezes my throbbing head. I pinch her chin, drawing her pink lips to mine and I show her how much I love it, how much I want her to keep going, how much I want that mouth...r />
  Marla breaks our kiss to take a much-needed breath but her hand doesn’t stop stroking me. I absently curl my hands around her hair, too selfish to let her slip too far away from me. She looks down with eager curiosity, little eyes locked on my cock as she lightly taps her lips with her tongue.

  Marla lowers down to sit on the shower bench. I loosen my grip on her hair, holding my breath and hoping she’s about to do what I think she’s gonna do. I’d never force her, not tonight or ever, but if she wants to try, I’m certainly not going to object.

  I rest a firm hand on her chin and turn her face up one more time. Marla gazes at me as I run my thumb along her loose bottom lip. She purposefully tilts to take it inside and lightly sucks my first knuckle.

  Down down baby...

  I brace myself, planting both hands against the wall above her head. Water splashes onto her face so she closes her eyes but I keep mine wide-open as she angles my tip closer to her lips.

  A kiss. Just one little kiss on my tip and my knees jolt. Is that really all it will take to bring me down? One closed mouth peck? My balls are throbbing for release already. I can’t think of anything else except for how good it’ll feel to shoot down her throat but I might not even make it long enough to get there.

  Give it to me, honey.

  You know what I like...

  Another soft kiss and another string of lyrics run through my head only to be instantly forgotten again. At least I know that it comes back every time I’m with her. It always does...

  Marla opens her mouth and her lips wrap around my tip. I let out a grunt from somewhere deep inside as my ankles shake and my balls rise even further. Christ, one suck and I’m done. One sloppy thrust and I’ll make a mess of her and we’ll be right back where we started.

  “Marla,” I groan. Her eyes open but she doesn’t pull me out. She merely looks up at me with those big eyes and I marvel at the delicious view. “I’m gonna come,” I tell her.