by Mansi Negi
I leaned into him again, and this time he let me. His hands moving from mine to the button of his jeans. As he fumbled at the button, I unzipped them and started yanking them down his legs.
"Do you want to do this?" He asked, pulling away and releasing himself from his boxers.
"Yes." I sounded way to eager for this. It hadn't ever been something that I'd enjoyed, but imagining bringing Jonas pleasure with my mouth had me practically begging him to move faster. I dropped to my knees, and looked up at him from beneath my lashes.
"Don't you?" I asked, hoping he wanted to more than I'd ever hoped for something before.
This was out of character for me big time, maybe seeing Lorna playing tonsil hockey with Chad had driven me to this point, or maybe everyone staring at Jonas as we walked through the mall had me more jealous than I'd thought, whatever the cause, I was prepared to beg him to let me do this if he denied me.
I licked my lips, moistening them before bringing the head of his cock into my mouth. I sucked it gently and a low growl emanated from Jonas' throat.
He stared down at me, never answering me, but as I slid my lips further up the length of his erection, his slow pumping into my mouth was answer enough.
"Fuck…" He moaned a deep, guttural sounding curse and let his head fall back as he brought his hands to the back of my head and started to move his hips faster, filling my mouth and slowly pushing toward the back of my throat, giving me time to adjust.
"Can you take all of me?" He looked down at me desperately, as he continued to pump himself deeper and faster into my mouth.
"Please, let me fuck you harder Lyla."
I felt a surge of lust move through my lower belly at how desperate and turned on he sounded. I knew he was on the verge of coming undone.
He leaned a hand against the wall behind me and I opened my throat completely to him, fighting back gagging as he pushed himself into me while holding my head in place.
I let my lips run the full length of his huge cock until they rammed against the flesh where the base of his erection met his hips.
Again, he thrust into me giving me his full length, again and again he began to plough himself into me, I felt my lips swell against him as the friction rubbed against them at an impossibly fast pace.
"Yes baby, take me just like that." He didn't even sound like himself, his rasp was in full force, causing his voice to lower at least two octaves and the British accent was sloppy and laced with sex appeal.
I thought that if he continued to talk I would be joining him in orgasm.
His thrusts began to grow sloppy and hard. My head bobbed, hitting the back wall again and again, until he had me pinned against the wall and his body was thrusting in an upward motion to bring himself in and out of my mouth.
I needed air, but I didn't want to stop him, he was completely lost in what was happening and I would gladly die pleasing him this way.
All of a sudden, he fisted his hands into my hair, and drove into me holding me in place filling my throat, as I began to feel him convulse and warm liquid spilled down the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow.
"Holy Fuck! What was th-that!" He yelled out, his breath hitching, as new convulsions racked through his body. I looked up at his face, his forehead rested on the wall he'd moved us up against.
His mouth hung open as he sucked for air and I think it may have been the sexiest sight I'd ever seen in my entire life.2
Once he stilled, he pulled back and lifted me to my feet by my hand. I wiped my mouth with my scarf, and turned toward the mirror to see my lips red and swollen.
"You're perfect Lyla, I've never had anything that good before." He squeezed me to him and ran his hand down the back of my hair.
"I just came twice." He said, before spinning me around so that we both faced the mirror. He brought a finger up and traced it over my lips.
"God damn, Delilah... you look amazing freshly fucked." He smiled at me over my shoulder in the mirror, and his eyes darkened again as he brought his mouth to my neck and his hands to my chest squeezing me back against him by my breasts, staring at our reflection all the while.1
"I hate your fucking period right now." He growled into my ear.
"You? Try being me." I laughed, turning to kiss him back. He bit the top of my nose playfully and grabbed his boxers from the bench behind him.
I sat on the bench and watched him try on the suit. It fit perfectly. Why was I not surprised? Jonas in a suit was my new favourite Jonas. He looked so hot!
"You better change out of that before I decide to peel your clothes off again." I joked, handing him his school dress pants.
"Why did you pull away from me earlier Jonas?" I asked, remembering his initial reaction to me trying to kiss him.
"Really? Wasn't it obvious?" He raised his eyebrow.
"No, what should have been obvious?" I half laughed and looked down to the floor.
"I was going to fuck the hell out of you right then and there if you would have touched me right then Princess. You really don't know what you do to me do you?" He adjusted the suit, and I felt myself heating up again. We were never going to get out of here if this continued.
"I'll wait outside." I said, cracking the door and slipping out. I heard him let out a sigh as I walked out of the fitting room.
I felt bad running out on him, but we needed to get home in the event that Lorna's mom decided to check up on us. I started looking through some discounted sweaters when I heard my name.
"Ly... is that you?"
"Chad, hi." I answered back, not facing him, I didn't want him to see my mouth looking freshly kissed.
1
Get the fuck off me
"Umm, how are you?" Chad asked from right behind me now, he was coming closer.
I stepped away from him still not looking up, just wishing he'd disappear. I pulled a pink sweater from the rack and pretended to check the size.
"I'm ok..." I answered sounding completely taken aback by the fact that he was asking me that.
How the hell did he think I was? I couldn't believe his audacity after coming to my house and tattling on me to my parents, worse even still, I'd just seen him making out with my best friend.
"Lyla." His hand met my shoulder urging me to turn toward him.
"What Chad? What can I do for you?" I looked up at him as he stood in front of me, totally broken looking.
I saw his eyes dart to my lips and then his fingers reach up to his own. I almost laughed, it was like I could read his mind, his thoughts went to me being kissed and immediately to the fact that he probably looked the same.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked, opting not to say anything about my appearance but looking at my mouth again and then glancing around the mall, looking to see who I was with.
"Well, I'm not exactly thrilled with you right now Chad. When are you leaving?" I asked before I thought about how badly that might sting.
His face completely dropped and I instantly regretted saying it.1
"I'm sorry, I just... I'm having a rough week. I didn't mean to say that." I fumbled with the pink sweater in my hands, trying to put it back on the hanger.
"I didn't go to your house to tell your mom Lyla. I went to talk to you, but when you never came back and you were out with him..." his fists squeezed a little at the mention of Jonas, and I knew this was going to end badly when Jonas came out of the dressing room.
"I lost it..." he said, looking at me sympathetically and reaching a hand up to brush against my cheek.
Chad's eyes widened before I realized what was happening. Jonas was behind me all at once and Chad was flying through the air only to land on his ass, a few feet away.2
"Stay away from her Chaz!" Jonas barked.
"She's no longer allowed to talk to you." His arm wrapped around my side and pulled me close to him.
He turned toward me, leaning in and kissing the top of my head for dramatic affect. Now it was my turn to want to disappear.
I watched
Chad's features contort angrily as his original suspicion of Jonas and I was confirmed.1
"Says who Jonas? You making rules for her now?" He was back on his feet and moving toward us.
"No that's her Mum's rule actually, she can see whomever she wishes, but you ever put a finger on her again and I see it, I'll kill you." He pulled me back behind his shoulder and I could see both boys were squaring each other up.
"Stop." I said stepping in between them. "Please... I don't want either of you fighting, especially over me."
"Why doesn't your mom want me around you Lyla?" Chad asked, completely ignoring what I'd just said and staring over my shoulder to Jonas, who I imagined looked back just as hatefully.
"Two can play at your tattling game, Chaz." Jonas seethed, grasping my wrist and gently pulling me to the side to edge closer to his opponent.
"You shouldn't have choked her, or given me a black eye." He stared right into his face, just waiting for what he'd just said to register.1
"Great, so your mom thinks I was abusive to you now Lyla?" He shrugged his shoulders at me, and pursed his lips fighting back rage.
"I never touched you, I never would have... you're a fucking bitch!" His hurt and anger mixed together into some weird look that had me scared to move.
"She's not a bitch, come on Lyla, fuck this guy." Jonas snorted, with his hand still holding my wrist, he began to pull me toward the checkout.
"Did he tell you Lorna sucked his dick too?" Chad spat out at me.
"She knows." Jonas answered for me.
"How would you know that Chad?" I asked in annoyance. I was pissed now.
How dare he bring her up to me, when he was just sucking face with her in his car. I stopped and whipped around toward him.
"Me and Lorna are still friends." He said, looking at me with a gleam in his eye, no doubt pleased that he'd finally triggered a reaction out of me.
"Are you jealous of Lorna and I?" Chad stepped forward.2
"No!" I barked at him. "She's going to the dance with Jonas. It's why we're here." I said smugly, hoping to hit the same nerve in him.
"And you are just going to let this prick fuck around with her and fake a relationship with you?" He stepped closer to me again.
"Yes, you have a lot of room to talk." I huffed under my breath, as I went to turn away.
"What? What did you just say?" He asked softer.
"What do you think?" I said looking back at him.
"She told you?" He asked and I decided to go with it, some clarity on how long Chad and Lorna had been messing around would be nice, maybe it would eliminate some of the guilt I'd had over the whole situation.
"Of course, she told me Chad!" I narrowed my eyes.
"You know how she is Lyla, is that why you're doing this? You know I love you, it's never meant anything with her." He reached for my face, grabbing my chin, and I felt Jonas' hand flinch.
"So much for 'staying faithful because you loved me!'" I said, looking for the confirmation I needed.
"Please, Ly... it was only once while we were together." He brushed his thumb over my lips and that was it, Jonas jolted forward.
He was making a move to hit him, but I shocked everyone when I drew back and slapped Chad across the face.
"Don't ever touch me again you son of a bitch!" I barked. Chad brought his hand up to rub his face.
All the time I'd thought I was making a huge mistake and he had been cheating on me with Lorna the whole time.
"Let's go." I said and this time I grabbed Jonas' hand, lacing my fingers together with his. He smiled at me.
"My girlfriend is a badass." He smirked at me, giving me a wink as we approached the cash register.
"I love you even more after that... I wish you'd have given him your right hook though." He laughed at me.
"Nope, that one is reserved especially for you." I said as I touched his nose and he tried to nip my finger between his teeth.2
When we got home, Tyler was on the couch watching a movie, Jonas slung the clothes at him.
"For tomorrow. Don't say I've never given you anything."
"Gee, thanks..." Tyler mumbled as he held the dress pants and jacket up, eyeing them with distaste. Jonas pulled me toward the stairs.
"I'll be up in a minute. I've just got to put away dinner or it'll be bad." I said, walking into the kitchen. I grabbed some Tupperware and ladled the rest of the soup into it. After I washed the dishes I turned to walk upstairs.
"Lyla..." Tyler said from the couch.
"Yes?" I turned toward him.
"You haven't said anything to Jonas about what I told you have you?" He swallowed hard as he asked.3
"No, I won't Tyler... I'd never do that." I said, giving him a half smile. He smiled back in return and went back to watching his movie.
Sleeping in bed with Jonas again felt nice. It was something I could grow used to.
The way his body radiated heat and I didn't even need a blanket, how he pulled me into him in his sleep, like his subconscious needed to know that I was actually there. It was perfect.
I woke up before him as always and made breakfast for everyone.
I was watching the weather channel and finishing my eggs when he finally made his down the stairs at ten.
"There's food in there for you." I motioned toward the kitchen.
"What time did you get up?" He gave me a half smile, looking like he wanted to make fun of me for something, but he didn't.
"Seven, I always wake up early. Mornings are my most productive time of day." I chirped. It was true, mornings had always been my favourite. I was like my father in that way.3
Jonas came out of the kitchen carrying the plate of food I'd made for him and plopped down beside me.
"The weather channel?" He squinted his face, rubbing his hand down it. "Are you 90?" He laughed. I swatted his arm.
"I like to plan my day." I said, laughing.
"Very domestic of you..." he raised his brow, and pointed to the TV and then the plate of food. "You are amazing Lyla." He kissed my face and dug into his toast.
"Is it weird that I miss Tristan?" I asked as I flipped the TV to cartoons. Jonas looked at me surprised, then with appreciation.
"No, when she's here we have a better excuse to watch cartoons." He winked. "I miss her too." He said, looking deep in thought for a second.
"You two are really close, aren't you?" I questioned, hoping that maybe he would be forth coming with some of the details of his life.
"Yes, I mean I've been like a father to her." He said, not looking in my direction.
"I was all that she had for a long time." He looked sad and I decided not to press him any further on it. I wished he'd just open up to me.
Tyler had all but confirmed that he or Jonas was the father of the other three children. I wanted to help him. I wanted to somehow soothe that part of his past away for him.5
"I love you." I looked up at him and kissed his cheek. He leaned his head against mine and I could see the pain in his haunted eyes.
Jerking off
The rest of the morning was spent lazily lying around on the couch before Jonas left for work.
He had to work until six, so I spent the afternoon tanning by the pool.
Lorna had been calling and texting all day to come over and get ready for the dance here.
I had successfully avoided all of her calls, even when she had started calling me from a blocked number. She truly was the most annoying person on the planet.1
When my phone dinged for the one zillionth time. I almost didn't even bother checking it, but my parents were out of town and I didn't want to miss something from them.
I was pleasantly surprised to see that it was from Jonas.
Jonas: Things are slow here. I miss you, what are you doing?
I started to type and opted to just send a picture by the pool instead. Only capturing my legs, because the bathing suit I was wearing was not flattering. He wasted no time texting back.
Jonas:
Where's Tyler?
I rolled my eyes. Typical Jonas...
Lyla: I don't know, probably mentally preparing for his date with Lorna tonight!
Jonas: He's not with you, is he?
Lyla: OMG! Jonas... no, can you give it a rest! He's been nothing but nice to me.
Jonas: I know Princess, that's what has me worried.
I decided to ignore him for a little while too. Tyler was nowhere to be found and I didn't really care, I wanted to soak up some sun in peace.
I laid there until sweat beads started to run down my forehead. This was always my cue to jump into the pool.
The water wasn't even cold enough to cool me down. Also I had my periods.
I towel dried and made my way into the kitchen to grab a cold drink, always my second method of cooling off on a hot day.
"Lyla." Tyler's voice sounded from the living room quietly. Again, he said my name.
"Lyla." He was saying it so quietly, like I were sitting there, that I assumed he was on the phone.
Probably talking to Jonas about me. I'm sure Jonas had called to keep him in check.
I turned toward the living room, rounding the island. I was going to tell Jonas to leave it alone.
He hadn't even given me a reason to stay away from Tyler, though, I suspected it was jealousy, or whatever strange sibling rivalry the two had.
I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing Tyler on the couch, his pants pulled loose and unbuttoned. His hand reached beneath them, between his legs.
"Mmm baby, yes." His voice was a whisper. His hips slowly rocked as he stroked himself, and I froze in terror.
Please don't open your eyes. If he looked up and saw me, I would just die.10
I slowly started to back away when my phone went off once more. No! His eyes connected with mine immediately and I felt all of the wind leave my body.
"Hey, I uhhh..." I didn't even know what to say. Not only did I walk in on him pleasuring himself, but he was doing it to me. My face felt hot, so hot. The combination of the sun and my blush was surely going to set me on fire.
"Lyla..." He said a bit surprised, as he slowly pulled his hand from his pants.