Chapter 18

“Alright, guys,” Jon said, unable to tear his gaze away from Valerie’s mouth. “I think…” he trailed off. Watching the gentle suction pull her cheeks in was getting to him. Her eyes would close in pleasure as she drew in the smoke. When she opened her eyes to see Jon staring at her, she winked. Tilting her head back, she blew perfect smoke rings heavenward.

Richie laughed. “You think what, bro?” He was going to make Jon say it.

Jon glared at his friend. “I think it’s time for you to go.”

Valerie laughed. “How rude, Jon! Here we are, having a lovely time,” she stopped to draw deeply on the cigar again and she saw Jon’s eyes narrow, “and you want to cut it short! What’s wrong?” There was a sparkle in her eye; she was teasing him right along with his friends.

Jon chuckled. “There isn’t anything wrong, sweetheart.” He took a seat next to Valerie and picked up her hand. Leaning in close to her, he whispered, “Nothing that you can’t cure with that clever little mouth of yours.” He licked the delicate sea-shell of her ear. Jon continued speaking low to her, telling her what he wanted her to do, and what he in turn would do for her, and Valerie forgot all about the cigar she held.

The guys were watching this little interplay with interest, waiting to see what Valerie would do. They could just imagine what Jon was whispering to her. They chuckled when Valerie turned pink and shot furtive glances at them. She was looking mighty uncomfortable in her chair, and finally Richie took pity on her.

“Alright, you two, we get the hint,” he said with a wry smile. “We’ll get out of your hair.”

Valerie’s blush deepened. “You don’t have to go,” she said, ever the gracious hostess. “I’m sure he,” she gestured at Jon, “can control himself a little while longer.”

David laughed. “Naw, I’m lookin’ at him, and it doesn’t look like he can. I for one don’t need to watch.”

Tico stood and took Valerie’s hand and kissed it. “Buenos noches, querida. It was a pleasure meeting you.”

Valerie shivered. Her senses were on overload, and she knew it. “Buenos noches, mi amigo. And the pleasure was all mine.” She extinguished the cigar and set it in the ash tray, and walked with Jon and his friends to the front door. One by one, each man hugged Val and told her he was glad to meet her. After they left, and Jon had shut the door, Valerie pushed him up against it and mashed her mouth to his.

Jon thrust his hands into her hair and angled her head so his tongue could thrust deeper into her mouth. Valerie was grinding against Jon, and he broke the kiss, gasping, “Valerie!” He moved his hands to her shoulders, and gripped them tightly, resting his forehead against hers. He was shaking with need.

Valerie dropped to her knees in front of him, and stroked him through his jeans. Jon’s head thudded against the door as it fell back. Valerie slowly unfastened his jeans and pulled them down and off his legs. She trailed kisses up his thigh, smiling as she saw it trembling. She nudged his very obvious erection with her nose, as she licked the crease of his leg. The musky smell of an aroused man, this aroused man, had her wet and wanting, but first things first.

Valerie slowly peeled down Jon’s shorts, smiling as his thick member sprang free. She leaned forward, and without preamble, drew on the end like she did the cigar. Jon groaned and his hands slammed against the door, scrabbling for purchase, but finding none. “Jesus Valerie,” he said, his legs quivering.

“What’s wrong?” she said softly, drawing on him again.

“Noth-nothing,” he stammered, closing his eyes and reveling in her attentions.

Valerie continued the gentle pressure until Jon thought his head was going to explode right off his shoulders. She smiled around him and drew deeper, making him cry out. Twice more, and she was rewarded with an “Oh my God,” and Jon came.

“Is that what you had in mind?” Valerie asked, as she kissed him gently and stood to lean into him. All Jon could do was nod. She kissed his cheek. “Good,” she said.

Jon recovered enough to spin Valerie to the door and smiled wickedly. “My turn,” he said, and lifted her skirt to find she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He kissed her deeply and groaned as his fingers found the wet heat at her core and dove inside. Jon swallowed Valerie’s cry as his tongue and fingers moved in tandem. Valerie was shaking, clinging to him like he was her savior. When the first waves hit, she nearly sank to the floor. Jon moaned as her juices covered his hand. He kept stroking her until he felt her relax, and maneuvered her to the hall table. He turned her, and bent her so she was leaning over the table, and after using her juices to lube himself, entered her from behind.

Valerie’s skirt bunched at her hips as she was slammed repeatedly. Her fingers curled around the edge of the table as she forced herself backwards, matching Jon thrust for thrust. She turned her head to look at him, and the sight of him, all sweaty, eyes closed, head thrown back, the cords on his neck straining, made her smile a little self-satisfied smile and she turned back, eyes rolling as the waves threatened to overtake her again.

Jon opened his eyes and blurrily looked down to watch himself disappear into her over and over and over again. He watched as his thrusts made Valerie’s ass bounce enticingly. Unable to stop himself, he gave her a sharp slap, which earned him a moan. When he rubbed away the red mark he left, Valerie purred. “You like that, baby?”

“Mmmmm,” was all he heard.

He alternated slapping and rubbing, all the while pounding into her. When Valerie tightened around him, locking onto him like a vice, he cried out. Valerie screamed his name as she came this time, and Jon went over the edge right after her. He collapsed on top of her, breath heaving, and he thought he might be having a heart attack. He kissed the back of Valerie’s neck and said, “Still think I was being rude?”

Valerie laughed, causing her to spasm around Jon, making him hiss. “Yes, I do,” she said, “but I no longer care.”

Jon laughed as he slipped from her body and led her down the hall to a bathroom. He turned on the taps and kissed her thoroughly while the tub filled. He gently stripped her clothes from her and lifted her, settling her into the warm water. He lathered a washcloth and gently washed Valerie, rubbing her gently and sending little shocks through her system. When the washcloth came in contact with her clit she moaned, and her head fell back against the edge of the tub. A few short strokes later, and Valerie was gripping the edge of the tub hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

Jon leaned down to kiss her lips gently. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping,” Jon answered, and brought her to peak again.