A/N: I'm actually still working on stories that aren't utter filfth. I've had a lot of changes in my life in the past few months, but I've been making more time to write again. I hope to share more with y'all soon.
By the way, this is the sequel to "tactile learner." Yes, this came a year later, but I only started writing this a couple days ago.
Jonesy rested his weight atop Nikki, sinking deep into his beanbag chair as he made out with her. The opening to Midnight Ride's sequel played as background noise.
He gave her intoxicating, head-spinning kisses, only parting to growl, "I wanna make sure that pussy's really wet for me."
She chuckled, breathless. "Trust me. It already is."
"Good." He maneuvered down her torso, going to work on her cargo pants. Once he removed them, his eyes bulged at the damp spot on her cotton panties. "Holy shit, you weren't lying."
"Why would I?"
"Good point, sexy." He pried her panties down her stumpy, pale legs, revealing her best kept secret. "Hubba hubba." After tossing her panties aside with her pants, he warned, "Now, remember what I said." He lifted her thighs onto his shoulders and eased closer to her slit. "Eyes on the movie."
His warm breath so close to her clit gave her goosebumps. "Or else?"
Fuck. Wait. He didn't devise a proper punishment. And he didn't want her to know.
"You'll see," he teased, feigning assuredness.
"You've got nothing."
"Pssht, it'll be on you when you find out."
"Yeah, ok-a-ay-ah— Fuck."
Right as she began another smart-aleck remark, his lips descended upon her. He kissed her lips with hunger and zeal. His tongue, just the right amount of rough and soothing, lapped at her hood, occasionally lavishing her clit.
She ran her fingers through his hair, keeping his head in place. "Mmm, Jones," she murmured.
On the spot, he struck her outer thigh, the flesh jiggling in a satisfying manner. "Pay attention," he murmured back before stroking her inner lips with his tongue.
Nikki squirmed in delight. "You call that punishment?"
He smacked her thigh again. He nuzzled his nose against her clit. "Yup."
She gazed at him with adoration and lust. "Too bad. You make me wanna disobey more."
Before she knew it, he slid two of his long, slender fingers inside of her. They glided in and out ever so slowly while his tongue delighted her clit.
Her eyes gazed at his television screen until the frames blurred.
Sharp breath in. Ragged breath out.
Sharp breath in. Ragged breath out.
Sharp breath in. Ragged breath out.
Her mind went fuzzy. Her erratic breathing and his satisfied smacking drowned out the film. She would drown him if he didn't exert caution.
She didn't even realize she'd crooned his name.
He responded with a hum against the very spot that made her so very weak. Pleasure built with every flick of his tongue and suck of his lips.
Her hands only left his head to tease and pinch her nipples underneath her shirt.
His hand never stopped moving back and forth, bringing his fingers in and out of her.
"Jonesy," she cooed. "I— I—"
Their eyes met while he lapped her up. He moaned something guttural and fierce when he spotted her touching herself.
"Fuck me," she implored.
He briefly parted from her lips. "Want me to stop?"
"Uh huh," she breathed. "I need more. And you can punish me all you want."
His eyes alternated between her own and her twisting nipple. He gave her lips a few more licks before grunting, trying to get up.
"You're hard, right?" she asked, finally mustering a coherent thought.
"Nahhhh." He stood up, revealing the bulge in his sweats. "Licking on my girl's pussy and looking at her pretty ass touch herself does nothing for me." He waved a dismissive hand.
She snorted, still fondling her breast. "Where'd you get all that sarcasm?"
He took off his own shirt, tossing it with her discarded clothes. "I dunno. Couldn't be from my fine-ass, sexy, funny, amazing girlfriend." Between each adjective, he'd gotten closer and closer to her face.
Her lips closed the narrow gap between them. She melted into his kiss.
Once they parted, he looked down between their bodies, noting how her crumpled top framed her exposed breasts. In a soothing, sultry tone, he said, "Here, lemme get this."
He removed her shirt, leaving her in nothing but socks.
His lips latched onto her nipple. Her head lolled back.
He parted, murmuring, "You were so sexy downstairs, babe. Couldn't let you outdo me."
"Speaking of doing,"—she swallowed roughly—"where exactly did you plan on doing me? 'Cause my ass might go numb on this floor."
They both chuckled at that.
Despite his eye roll, he wore a smirk. "Okay, okay, I got the hint," he teased.
"Good." She giggled again.
He grabbed her and lifted her onto his bed. Her head rested against his pillow. She craned her neck to watch him drop his pants, letting his erection spring free.
He pounced on her, giving her eager kisses along her lips, neck, and jawline. He nuzzled his face in her neck's crook. "Keep your socks on, babe. I'm about to knock them off."
She snickered. "Ahh, you and your corny lines."
He rolled his eyes. "Me and my horny lines. I wanna fuck."
She parted her legs, giving him a good look between them. She ached for some action. "What are you waiting for?"
He gifted her a sinister grin. He grabbed her plump waistline, flipping her onto her stomach. He spanked her rear, coaxing a whimper from her. He licked his lips.
"On your knees," he commanded in a low, husky tone.
Once she complied, he slid himself into her.
"Fuck, you're all wet and tight."
She clenched her walls around him. "Drown in it."
"So fucking hot." He palmed her ass again. He marveled in the way her ass bounced with each stroke and smack. He resolved to make it red by the time he finished with her. He wanted her so sprung on him that she'd get his handprint tatted. His hips thrusted at a steady pace. "Whose pussy is this?"
"Mine. But you can have it sometimes." A breathy laugh escaped her.
"Well, this dick is all yours, sexy."
"Harder."
His hips rammed into her at her behest. Amid this, he popped her ass several times, then snaked his hand around to her clit.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Yeah. Mmhmm," she chimed, breathless.
Their heavy panting, occasional moaning, and smacking skin competed with the film's explosions and gunfire.
He panted as he railed her and rubbed her clit. "You're so good at taking this dick."
Her walls narrowed around him out of sheer ecstasy. "Had enough practice," she joked.
He chuckled. Her sense of humor made her even more beautiful and irresistible. "Love you, baby."
She hummed. "Love you, too."
He yanked on her hair with his free hand. "Say my name."
"Jones— Jonesy. Keep— Oh." Her voice became desperate. She tried to keep it down so that the rest of his house wouldn't hear. "Keep fu-fucking me like th-that."
"You've got it, gorgeous." His breath came in shallow. "You got the best pussy."
Between all the wild, carnal movements and the high praise he gave to her, her face flushed and tingled. It didn't help that she let him edge her with oral. She bit her lip while he plowed into her. He dizzied her.
She fed into his dirty talk. "You got great dick, Garcia. Oooh."
Before either of them could come, a lightbulb flashed above his head. She did say earlier that she wanted to be punished. Thus, he stopped his thrusting, leaving his dick throbbing. He wanted to come with a bang. He had a hunch that she did as well.
In a low, husky tone, he said, "Let's switch positions."
"Oh?" she asked, breathless. "What do you have in mind?"
He slid out of her, his groin glistening from her sticky sweet. (He should know: He did taste her prior.)
While she got up from being on all fours, he moved to the edge of the bed and sat upright, pointing at his dick. "Come sit on papi's lap."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm not calling you that."
"It's okay—you say it in my fantasies anyways."
Her eyes narrowed at him. "I can't believe I let you fuck me."
He wore a haughty grin. "And yet here you are: about to keep fucking me."
"Never said I make good choices." She got off the bed and stood up, preparing to sit in his lap. Before she took him inside again, she gazed into his eyes and stole a fiery kiss from him, one that he gladly reciprocated. Upon parting, she asked, "Facing you or away?"
"Away. As much as I love doggystyle,"—he wagged his brows up and down—"I wanna feel them titties."
She snorted, but she couldn't deny that she wanted her boobs to be felt by him. Only him.
Once he helped guide her onto his erection, she bounced in his lap. He thrust his hips up, trying to get as deep in her guts as possible. He could never get enough of her. Her time. Her laugh. Her smile. Her moans. Her delicious, so-uniquely-her moans.
His large palm covered her breast. He alternated between squeezing along its surface and pinching the nipple with his index finger and thumb. She mumbled curses the whole time.
"Still wanna be punished?" he asked. His sultry tone sent goosebumps along her spine, given the close proximity of his lips to her ear.
"Do your worst," she flirted back, rolling her hips in his lap without abandon.
He purred. While keeping one hand on her breast, he brought the other to her neck. He applied light pressure to the sides only. In her words, it made her "a good kind of dizzy." (When she'd explained that to him, he'd tittered. "Babe, you sound like Jude.")
With his hand on her throat, he felt her pleasured moans and mewls as they arose. He loved to hear her hum and cry his name and moan her satisfaction, but feeling the vibrations of it all heightened the experience.
"So fucking sexy," he said before groaning. He, too, tried to keep his delectation hush. However, he couldn't resist grunting and making other primal noises in her ear. His lips brushed against her ear deliberately. "Make that pussy do its thing for me."
She sighed. "I'm close."
He increased the pressure on her throat ever so slightly. He moved his hand away from her breast and onto her clit again, holding her and playing her like an instrument. With all her honeyed sounds, she might as well have been one.
"C'mon, Nicole, c'mon. Come for me, baby."
That sent her spiraling into bliss. She bucked hard against his hand, his hard-on, his everything. Despite her best attempts at keeping hush, his name damn-near filled the room.
Immediately, he released her throat and into her. He didn't have a choice. She squeezed the life out of him (in the best way).
"Fuck, Nikki," he growled. He kept his hand nestled against her clit.
He didn't want it to stop. Neither did she.
Her orgasm ripped through her. Made her see stars. When she came down from the cosmos, she collapsed against his chest, revelling in his warmth and fullness.
She panted until her breath became something steady and manageable.
He wanted to splay across the bed. Instead, he fondled her boobs with both of his hands. "That was…"
"So, so fucking good."
"Uh huh."
She groaned. "Think anyone heard me?"
"Kinda hope not, but it was so worth it. Love hearing you say my name."
The strength to stand returned. She walked to his nightstand, grabbed a couple tissues, and wiped the evidence of their tryst away from her thighs before they became sticky.
"Pass me a couple of those, too," he said.
She complied, then resumed cleaning herself up. "You oughta be lucky, Garcia. You're the only motherfucker who gets to nut in me."
He grinned like an idiot while he wiped his softened dick. "Trust me, Nik: I take my pussy privileges seriously."
This earned a chuckle from her. "You better."
Minutes later, she nuzzled in his arms, comforted by his body heat and his kisses along her neck.
"For the record," she began, "I love how you say my name. And you know I don't let just anyone say my name."
"Hey, I take my Nicole privileges seriously, too."
She giggled. Her eyes then wandered to his TV screen, the motion from the actors capturing her attention. "Huh, looks like the movie's not over yet."
He glanced at the screen. "Huh. You're right."
"So, what do you wanna do now?" She trailed her fingers along his jawline. Her voice rife with mischief, she asked, "Wanna actually watch it, or do something else?"
He kissed along her breasts, sucking each nipple lightly. "I think you know the answer."
Her eyes almost went crossed and starred. Still, she maintained her dry monotone. "Let me guess: You wanna read the Bible."
"Of course I do. Then I wanna pray to that pussy." He wagged his brows at her. "I wanna be in the holy-water splash zone. Ahhhhhh."
Her eyes widened. She swatted at his arm, laughing. Once her laughter subsided, she said, "I wanna see you try."
"You know I love a challenge." He rested atop her, lowering his lips to hers. His eyes fell half-lidded. Before closing the distance, he murmured, "Let's fuck around and find out, shall we?"