Chapter 10

Jon had changed that the moment his mouth plundered hers, kissing her and giving her a shot of Vodka in the process.

She didn't know what possessed Jon to do this and refused to question it, just going with her natural instincts. "Ooohhhh…" She moaned out, reaching up with one hand to grab her breast while her other hand tried to grab onto his hair. Instead, she just caressed it and urged him on, gently grinding her pussy against his mouth to make the moment that much more intense. "I-I need to cum…make me cum, Jon…oh god…"

He didn't know himself what had made him do this. Jon had just been staring at her and now he was buried face first in her delectable pussy. "Oh, I will, darlin'…" He promised in his raspy voice, his mustache and beard soaked with her juices.

Watching her flushed face, he slid two fingers into her core, his teeth gnashing when he felt her walls coming down around them greedily. She hadn't had sex in quite a while, that was obvious from the way her body was responding like it had been starved. Giving her a few seconds to get used to the size of his fingers before moving them in and out of her, his mouth returned to pleasuring her bundle of nerves.

Deprived.

Her body WAS starved for attention and affection, needing this climax to tear through her more than the air she breathed. "Fuck…right there…oh god, right there don't stop…" Jon was flicking his tongue repeatedly against her clit and he'd found the spot that would surely drive her over the edge. It took her body a little while to build up, but eventually, Jon had to hold her down as she cried out, her climax rocketing through her to spill her juices in his willing mouth. "Oh god, JOE!" The combination of his fingers and tongue wreaked havoc on her body. What she didn't realize was the name she just cried out, her eyes tightly shut and her body quaking from head to toe, coated in a thin layer of perspiration.

Oh. My. God. Jon kept his face right there in her pussy, his eyes closed as he let her come down from her orgasm.

Joe.

She had called her dead husband's name and Jon wasn't entirely sure how he felt about that, or even what he should feel. It made sense. She had probably been envisioning her husband pleasuring her, she missed the guy. Inwardly sighing, he kissed her thigh before pulling away, running a hand down his soaked face, and moved to sit on the end of the bed.

"Going to make it, Kitten?" He asked quietly, glancing down at her heaving body, his blue eyes guarded.

"S-Sure Daddy, give me a minute…" Tressa breathed in return, trying to take deep breaths to slow her heart rate, and slowly opened her eyes to stare up at the ceiling, a soft smile on her face. She slowly sat up, her thighs quivering from the aftermath of her climax, and looked at Jon, seeing he was very tense. "Jon? What's wrong?" Was it not good for him? Did she taste funky? "I-I know I'm not…well-groomed down there, but…fuck, I didn't expect that to happen between us…" At all. "W-Why did you kiss me anyway?" Christ, she was trying to get her breathing back to normal and reached out to touch his hand, but Jon pulled away. "Jon…"

Jon was actually laughing, softly, shaking his head. "Not groomed well?" He chuckled, wondering if she was serious.

She was a grown-ass woman who had trimmed everything up; he didn't expect her to be shaved bare like some twenty-something Barbie doll. Jon rather preferred her this way, all-natural. Such a weird thought to have, though…it was also kind of good, he supposed.

"You're grooming is fine, darlin'." Calling out Joseph's name, not so much. His ego had taken a slight knock via a man who was dead and, Lord help him he knew that was a bad thought to have, but there it was. "I kissed you because you looked like you needed a drink, Tres," He winked at her, standing up, knowing he was going to have to suck it up for her sake. "You ready to get out of that bed or do you need another minute?"

Something wasn't right. Even though Jon was joking around with her, he was still tense after what happened between them. Did he regret being with her? That was a possibility. Tressa decided to test the waters and stood up from the bed to stand in front of him, slowly sliding her finger down the length of his sweaty, muscular chest.

"Now this can't just be about me, Daddy. You went down on me, so allow me to return the favor to you."

She pressed a finger to his lips before he could protest while her hand snaked into the basketball shorts he had changed into. Much easier access than the jeans he usually had on. He was already hardening in her hand and she pressed soft kisses down his chest and back up again.

"Sit on the bed, Jon." It would be a lot easier for her to do this instead of him standing. "And drop these shorts before you sit down."

Now here was the dilemma, did he want to let her suck him off when those beautiful, pursed lips had just called another man's name? Jon was a male and the answer was a definite yes. Hell, even if his mind would have been saying no, which it wasn't, his body was already letting him know it was a done deal. His hands were undoing his shorts, pushing them and his boxer briefs down his strong, muscular hips. Aware her eyes were on his sizeable appendage, -no bragging, it was just a fact- he shucked them to the side before slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed, his blue eyes fastened on her face.

He didn't push her away and now Tressa was put on the spot, mentally cursing for assuming he hadn't enjoyed what happened between them. Jon was such a beautiful man, chiseled out of stone and she took a few moments to appreciate him in all his naked glory. Needing some liquid courage to do this, since she wasn't a big fan of sucking dick, Tressa held up her hand in a one-finger gesture and cracked it open, taking a long swig from the Absolut. Then, she took another and walked back over, this time straddling Jon to feed him a drink of her own. She sincerely hoped Jon didn't think anything beyond sex would happen between them. Joe had her heart in that six-foot-deep grave and no other man would be able to take it, not right now anyway.

"You looked like you could use a drink, Daddy." She murmured against his lips, feeling his hand land on her backside to squeeze the flesh, and smirked, her lips starting to trail fire down his jaw, throat, and chest, making her way to her knees for the blowjob.

Well, she didn't have to worry about him looking for love. When he had first met her, before finding out she was married, he had definitely been interested in exploring the obvious chemistry between them, but…Joseph had been in the picture, so he had settled for being her somewhat flirty, somewhat always watching friend. Whatever thoughts of all that changing that he may have had these last few days, she had kiboshed only minutes ago. Jon tasted the vodka on his tongue long after he had swallowed it, his eyes darkening as he watched that caramel, chestnut hair moving lower and lower, his cock pulsating when he felt her dropping a kiss on the tip.

This was such a horrible thought to have, but Jon was A LOT bigger than Joseph. She wasn't used to being with a man who was THIS well-endowed. Tressa thought Joseph was, but NOTHING compared to Jon. She was going to hell. She was going to hell with a big blue bow tied around her neck. Jon kept himself well-groomed, so she wasn't flossing with his pubic hair, which was a plus in her book. Her tongue ran along his hardened cock, up and down, like a popsicle before sucking on the tip. Even though she was only able to take half of his cock in her mouth, Tressa thanked the stars for not having gag reflexes and began driving as much of him as she could in and out of her mouth. The sounds of his groans and growls told her she was doing a great job and continued, wanting him to explode in her mouth.

No, she was doing a STELLAR job. She was getting straight A's and a slew of gold stars in blowjobs. Jon didn't care she couldn't take him all, he felt her wrapping her hand around him, between the base of his cock and where her lips ended their downward slide when she bobbed on him, her hand now working right along with her delicious mouth. He wanted to grab her hair and fist it, feeling those tresses, but he didn't. Instead, he gripped the edge of the bed, his knuckles going white.

"Just like that, Kitten…" He rumbled down at her, his eyes nothing more than hazy slits of pleasure. "Jesus Christ, Tressa…"

The sound of her name flowing out of his mouth did something to Tressa and she reached beneath to start fondling his balls. It just added to the pleasure of the moment for him. And if that wasn't enough, she pulled back a bit to start humming around his cock, sending vibrations straight throughout his body. Within minutes, Jon was roaring out her name again and exploding in her very willing, greedy mouth, his seed shooting right down her throat.

Tressa was never fond of the taste of cum, but Jon didn't taste too bad, not too salty, thankfully. She continued pumping him in and out of her mouth, sucking on the tip, and felt his cock grow limp before finally releasing him completely. Tressa leaned back on her haunches, wiping the corner of her mouth with the pad of her thumb, and watched Jon fall back on the bed in a sweaty, heaving mess. Rising to her feet, she grabbed her bottle again to take another swig, needing a cooldown.

Yeah, he was having aftershocks, his entire body thrumming and occasionally convulsing as the pleasure tingled throughout him. His balls felt considerably more empty and almost painful, she had literally sucked every last drop out of him and he sort of regretted the tequila, lime, and especially the salt, wondering if that had been gross for her. Wondered if she had been comparing his dick to Joseph's, pretending he was the dead man. Whatever, he wasn't going to go down that road because it wouldn't lead anywhere good. They had both gotten their rocks off, regardless of who they were envisioning and that was good enough.

"Now I'm really starving, Kitten." He laughed harshly, rolling onto his side.

"Better go eat before you waste away then, Daddy." Tressa plopped on the bed precariously and laid on her side, still in her bra since that hadn't been removed. Jon had moved up to lay his head on the pillow, so she was staring down at him and reached out to caress his chest, kissing his shoulder. "I don't know what brought this on between us, but…I want you to know I don't regret it and I don't feel guilty. I thought I would because of Joe, but I don't." Joseph was dead and gone, she was still alive and had to live her life without him. If that meant indulging in occasional sex with Jon or someone else, just for a distraction, she would do it. "And I'm glad it was you I had my first sexual experience with, after Joe, instead of a stranger because I trust you and you're my best friend, Jon." Turning his face to meet her eyes, she softly brushed her lips against his. "Thank you for helping me get my mind off everything for a while."

"No problem," He grinned at Tressa, licking his lips wickedly. "I don't usually have dessert first, but… I think I could start making exceptions." He took her hand and dropped a kiss on the back of it before rolling out of the bed and stretching his arms over his head. "You should come try eating something, Tres." He said quietly, the humor fading. Jon wasn't surprised that she shook her head no. "I'm bringing you the broth anyway, darlin'." He called over his shoulder as he walked out the room, the smile dropping from his face once in the hallway.

Yeah, it was all perfectly natural, her calling her dead husband's name. She loved the guy, still wished he was there, Jon got it. Admittedly, hearing what she had just said, about getting her mind off of everything, bothered him when it was so obviously clear he hadn't. Tressa didn't know there was a problem and redressed, not needing to stay naked any longer. Jon only wanted foreplay and she was fine with it. Sex was sex, whether it was with the tongue or cock. She looked up at the ceiling, now that she was alone, and closed her eyes, taking a sip from the bottle of Absolut. This was all the food she needed right now as she stood up from the bed to walk over to stare out the window.

"If you're angry with me, I don't care, baby. I miss you so fucking much and I'm doing what I can to survive this, to get through this. If that means I drink myself into a stupor every night. If that means I have sex, of any kind, with another man in order to get through the pain of you being gone…I'm going to do it. I love you, and I will ALWAYS love you." Tears formed in her eyes. "But you're not here anymore…and I have to go on living without you." Her voice cracked. "And I don't know how else to do it besides booze and now sex…" Another swallow of Vodka went down, and she blinked her tears away, pulling away from the window to sit back on the bed.

Jon had pulled a pair of loose basketball shorts on from his bedroom, a quick detour before heading downstairs. He grabbed the remote to his stereo system and hit play, the last station blaring throughout the downstairs. He was smoking a cigarette, microwaving her broth, which looked terrible, but smelled delicious, while eyeballing his now soggy sub. Whatever, he was starving. And thirsty. Leaving the kitchen, he headed for his bar, eyeballing it.

If Tressa wanted to get fucked up, for free, she was in the right house for it.