“I hope these weren’t expensive,” he said grabbing hold of my panties. Then, in one swift movement, he ripped them and tore them straight down the middle, exposing my wet, ready pussy.
I gasped at his move and nearly exploded from it. “Doesn’t matter if they were expensive,” I said, breathing my words into his mouth. “They’re toast now… But, that’s okay, you can just buy me a new pair.”
“And I’ll rip those off of you, too,” J.R. said, running his finger along my female folds from behind. He dipped a finger inside of me, and, again, I felt like I could have exploded.
“Fuck, your pussy feels good,” J.R. said, still playing with me. “I’ve thought about it for six or seven years, but those memories are nothing like the real thing.”
As J.R. continued to work his fingers in and out of me, I started writhing against him. It was clear that I was about to cum, and I was enjoying every moment of it. But, before I could reach my climax, J.R. suddenly pulled his fingers out of me and brought his hands around to his own waist. He furiously undid his belt, button, and zipper, and swiftly pulled his cock out.
All it took was a few more movements after that. J.R. pulled his pants down, just a little, and guided me on top of him. His hands were firm and held me tightly, and he placed me in just the right position. In a blissful moment, his cock slid effortlessly inside me, and the feeling of it made us both moan in ecstasy.
I placed my hands on J.R.’s shoulders and straightened my back as he pumped up and down beneath me. I rocked back and forth against him and did those Kegel exercises I was so fond of—and, within no time, I was back to where I’d been only a few moments earlier, when J.R.’s fingers were inside me. I was on the brink of an orgasm, and there was no stopping me now.
I threw my head back and arched my chest toward J.R.’s face as we continued to grind together. He buried his head between my tits, licking and sucking whatever flesh he could, and my legs started shaking.
The sounds that came out of me next weren’t words exactly. They were more akin to cries—cries of pleasure and passion—and J.R. was soon matching them with his own. While I was still squirming and squealing on top of him, he started breathing very heavily, very quickly, and began mumbling something under his breath. His words weren’t words exactly either, though I did hear some familiar syllables.
“Oh God.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
J.R. grabbed my ass one last time and thrust me back and forth against him as if his life depended on it. Then, just as fervently, he pulled me of off him and threw his head back against the couch as he erupted all over me, shooting his load on my stomach, legs, and torn panties.
He grabbed hold of my head again and pulled me toward him, planting a wet kiss on my lips and telling me, “You’re amazing.”
I felt weak in the knees—literally—as I remained straddled atop J.R., and I worried that my body was going to cave beneath me.
I was still trying to catch my breath when J.R. looked up at me and said, “I’m not done with you yet, you know.”
I looked down at him and laughed before dismounting. “I don’t know how much more of that I can take,” I said. “You really wore me out.”
“Well, we have the rest of the afternoon to figure out how much more you can take,” J.R. said, sitting up. “But, before we get to that, I have two questions.”
“Okay,” I said. “Shoot.” I realized I’d said the exact same words earlier.
“First of all—can you get me a towel or something to clean up?” he looked down at the mess still glistening on his lap. “And, second of all—is there any Chinese food left? I’ve worked up an appetite, and could use some more energy for later.”
“Just use this,” I said, tossing my nightie to J.R. I’d already used it to clean up myself, and figured more sex stains wouldn’t harm it. “And, yes, there’s still plenty of Chinese left—in the kitchen.”
J.R. dabbed away at himself, wiping up what was left of our drying juices. Then he stood up, redid his pants, and walked with me to the kitchen. We both went straight to the fridge and started looking through the leftovers. I went with chop suey, while J.R. opted for lo mein.
I reached into the drawer, pulled out two forks, and handed one to J.R. He dug into his food and started eating it right out of the container.
“Hmm,” he hummed, looking over toward my table. “How’d you find that loser?” he asked.
I turned and looked at the table. My laptop was still sitting there, and Tommy’s social media profile was still displayed, with a big picture of him staring right back at us.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“That dumbass on your computer screen,” J.R. said, eating his noodles. “That’s the guy I was telling you about… Gigi’s unruly boyfriend—the one we had to kick out of the event at the hotel last year.”
I felt my stomach turn, and it wasn’t because of the day-old Chinese food I’d just put in it.
“That’s him?” I asked, making sure I had things straight.
“Sure is,” J.R. answered. “No doubt about it. I’d recognize him anywhere.”
My heart and my mind were both racing. I didn’t know how to respond to this new information—but I knew that J.R. couldn’t be there when I did. I had to sort through this on my own before I could share it with him.
“J.R.,” I said, walking over to the table. I shut my laptop lid with a snap. “I know this is going to sound weird, but there’s some stuff I need to take care of… What just happened between us was intense and awesome—but we both know we can’t let it get in the way of what else we have to do… and, right now, there are some things I really need to do.”
J.R. looked at me curiously, perhaps suspiciously. “Okay,” he said with a breath of hesitation. “I don’t understand your abrupt change in mood… but I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt here.” He set down his container of food and put his fork in the sink.
“Really, it’s nothing bad,” I said. “Just whenever we came in here and started talking about things again, I was reminded that I had stuff I needed to do today… Time sensitive stuff.”
“Okay,” J.R. said again. He didn’t look too happy with what I’d said, but he accepted it and returned to the living room to gather his belongings.
“I’ll call you later,” he said, coming over to give me a kiss on my forehead. Believe it or not, I was still naked—though I didn’t feel vulnerable until that point.
“All right,” I said, ducking behind the door as he left. “I’ll talk to you then.”
I stood by the door for a moment and listened as J.R.’s feet beat down the hallway, then I made a beeline to my desk and grabbed my phone.
I need to see you, I swiped with my fingers. I’m coming over now.
I set down my phone, went into my bedroom, and tried to find the perfect outfit for my impromptu meeting with Tommy.
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