Ok, so she didn't usually do things like this… Pick up a guy half her age at a bar… But it was all a part of her greater plan. And besides, he wasn't bad looking either…
"Welcome to my chateau…" Jonathan said, unlocking the door to the cheap motel room as quickly as he could. "Won't you please come in?"
Dinah smiled at him as she walked into the room. It was dingy and dirty, but it didn't really matter.
Jonathan followed her in, locking the door behind himself. "Can I get you another drink?" he asked, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"I didn't come here for a drink…" Dinah said, pushing him up against the wall and bringing her lips onto his.
Wow. She certainly didn't waste any time. Jonathan's hands went directly to the buttons on her shirt. It didn't take very long for him to get it off of her, and her bra soon followed.
She mirrored his move, ripping his shirt off quickly and moving her hands down his chest until she reached the button on his jeans. Once they were both completely naked she pushed him down onto the bed. He smiled up at her, and before he knew it she was on top of him, their lips meeting again in a passion-filled kiss. Their hands roaming each others bodies, both already beginning to pant.
Dinah looked over to the nightstand and grabbed the condom off of it. She opened the package quickly before putting the condom onto Jonathan's already hard cock.
With a smirk he moved out from under her, and climbed on top of her. She moaned softly as she felt his hand rubbing her, his mouth on her breast. She moved her hands down his back, moaning louder as he finally pushed himself into her.
"Oh… God…" he moaned, feeling just how tight she was before he started to move inside of her.
She arched her body against his movements. God. He felt so good. "Yes…" she moaned. "Yes… yes… yes…"
Jonathan gripped her hips and started to thrust into her harder and faster, his mouth moving back onto her breast as he moved his tongue over her nipple.
Her moans grew louder as his thrusts grew deeper. "Jonathan!!! Oh God yes Jonathan!!!" She screamed out, digging her nails into his back as orgasm racked her body.
"Ohh!" he groaned, feeling her tighten around him. It didn't take very long for him to follow.
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Sandy sighed before bringing the bottle to his lips. He gulped his drink down quickly before ordering another one. And then another. And another. He needed to just stop thinking. But he couldn't stop thinking. No matter how much he drank. The pain was still there. About Jonathan. About Jeffrey. About everything. How much longer could he really keep up this charade anyway? He silently cursed himself. Cursed himself for falling in love with a family that wasn't his own. He had no right to be here. So what was he still doing in this town? He'd made the mistake of letting himself care. And now it was too late not to care. Funny. You'd think he'd've learned his lesson after having his heart broken...
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Dinah looked over at the young man asleep next to her. It was only now that she realized she'd made a crucial mistake. She had been so caught up in the moment. So caught up in the intensity of her climax that she'd called out his name, even though they'd never bothered to share that information with each other. She could only hope that he didn't notice. She moved off of the bed and pulled her shirt back on before looking over at him again to make sure that he was asleep. She smiled slightly to herself. She'd worn the poor boy out. She picked his jeans up off of the floor and fished his wallet out of a back pocket. She went into the bathroom, carrying it with her. She wasn't surprised to find a picture of him with his arm around Sandy inside. So, Sandy hadn't lied about that much. She continued to search through his wallet and found a phone number, scribbled so sloppily that it was barely legible. She tiptoed back into the room to retrieve her cell phone. She glanced over to make sure that he was still asleep before heading back into the bathroom and dialing the number.
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Who the hell would be calling him at this time of night? Sandy looked at the screen to see that the caller ID was blocked. "Hello…" he said, finally answering the phone.
Dinah smirked, not at all surprised by who was on the other end of the line. The boy really was obsessed.
"Hello…" Sandy repeated, hearing nothing but someone's shallow respiration on the other end. "Hello…" he repeated one last time before the line went dead. He hung up his phone, telling himself that it was probably just a wrong number. And that he needed another drink.