The window groans as a cold breeze blows through it; its presence welcome in the roasting tin can you call home.
Goosebumps prickle your exposed skin, your blanket more or less kicked off your body.
You toss and turn; unable to sleep properly in this summer heat. You starfish across the bed, in only your long grey tee and pink panties, in the hopes that the breeze will come through again and cool your body.
You must have fallen asleep at some point, your tiredness trumping the heat. Your conscious woke slightly, your body still tired. From outside your bedroom, in the small living room just beyond the hall, you heard a loud creak, a few small bumps and clatters, and a few curse words to go along with them.
You remained where you were, hoping sleep would take you again. You hadn't been sleeping well lately because of the summer heat.
A few minutes later, a small creak alerted you to your bedroom door opening. No further sounds were heard.
Slowly, you turned on the bed slightly and signalled with your arm; patting the space on the bed beside you.
"C'mon in, Jerome. It's about time."
After a few shuddered breaths and a few more creaks of complaining floorboards you feel the bed behind you dip as he makes his way into your bed.
You mumbled to him in your half awake state as you grabbed for the thin sheet to throw it over your now slightly chilled legs.
"Took you long enough. Where've you been, J?"
You grabbed his hand and dragged it over yourself with what little energy you could muster.
"Sorry, gorgeous. Took a while for the bītch to go down tonight."
His voice sounded hoarse, like they'd been rowing again, as he entwined his fingers in yours and stroked your hair with his other hand.
You could feel he was half sitting up, staring at you, instead of lying down and dozing off.
You turned around and faced him, blinking away the sleep. You did indeed find him sitting up, fully dressed, and gazing down at you; various emotions swimming in his eyes.
"Whatcha doing dressed? C'mon, it's suffocating in here."
You began grabbing at his shirt, pulling it up in an attempt to help, despite your half asleep state.
"I'll get it, _ _."
He softly pulled your hands away and removed his shirt. The moonlight bounced off his pale chest, highlighting the small spattering of red hair that trailed down his abs to the waistband of his jeans.
"Jeans, Jerome. It's too hot." You mumbled as you rolled back over, facing away from him.
You felt the bed dip and move as he removed his jeans, his belt clattering against the wall as he threw them across the room.
"Happy now, baby girl?" He whispered in your ear as he pulled the cover over his legs, pulling you closer to him.
"Mm-hm."
You snuggled backwards, his warm, comforting chest pressed against your back.
His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight as he nestled his face in the crook of your neck.
"Nn-mm, so, you 'kay, Jerome? You need me to go over there and knock her drunk āss out?" You mumbled out, placing your hands over his.
He sighed and chuckled into your neck. "Na, she's not worth it. I'm all better now, _ _."
...
You were sleeping peacefully when your mind suddenly became active; vivid pictures flooding your brain.
You imagined your best friend, the one you secretly loved and adored, trailing kisses along your neck and chest. Your body flushed, heat pooling between your legs as his lips found the most delicious spot, right above your nipple in the fullness of your breast.
Your mind was addled, reality merging with dreamworld, as you hastily shoved down your hot pink panties you'd worn to bed, before kicking them fully off. A soft breeze licked at your skin, hardening your exposed nipples further. When your shirt had risen was beyond you, in fact, you weren't sure if it really had.
You submerged yourself once more in the dream; the images, the touches, the heat feeling oh so real. Your subconscious half let you believe this was real, whilst your sensible half reminded you that you were dreaming. Even in a state of sleep she manages to spoil part of the fun.
Nonetheless, you can't help but love every intense second. After all, this is the only way you'll ever experience Jerome. He'd been sleeping beside you for years, 'sneaking' in (if his loud footsteps could be called such) when he'd finished another fight with his mom. You'd always hoped and wished he'd feel even the slightest bit of love for you that you felt for him, but you knew he didn't. He couldn't. He'd only ever see you as that little girl in pigtails who always came crying to him when she skinned her knees.
You shut out your annoying, usually always right, inner voice and allowed yourself to indulge fully in the sinfully delicious licks and nips that dream Jerome was lavishing on you. And damn, if he didn't do it well.
His lips found purchase on your hip bone; nipping and sucking until moans flowed from your throat. Smirking, he moved further down, biting lightly on the soft curls above the promise land. I mean, you groomed yourself as often as necessary, but you weren't about to go full 'no grass on the playing field'. You, in no way, wanted to rock the pre-pubescent look.
Your skin tingled, goosebumps breaking out across your abdomen, despite the heat in the room.
His hot mouth descended further, latching on to the small bud currently pulsing like your life depended on it. Sucking down hard, your body jolted off the bed, your stomach tightening with every surge of pleasure rained down on you. Long, slow, languid licks followed; your hips thrusting up to meet his tongue as he gradually moved towards your hole.
His tongue plunged in and out at a rapid pace, before slowing and stilling. Eventually he picked up pace again before slowing to a brutally teasing pace.
He knew exactly how to work your body.
How to tease you into submission.
How to have you writhing and begging for release.
And damn, if you didn't want to plead to the heavens... to whatever deity... to the fūckhot man between your legs, for release from this sweet, sweet torture.
Moans and curses flowed from your opened, parched mouth. His hands reached for your behind, holding your āss cheeks up in the air as his tongue flicked in and out of your hole quickly, occasionally circling your throbbing bud.
His hands pulled your cheeks apart, one of his fingers tracing patterns on your puckered hole. Your breathing hitched as he pressed occasionally on the tight skin, your wetness dripping round to lubricate the whole area.
Slowly, his finger pushed in further; the whole 'taboo' of āss play exciting and turning you on further.
Damn, if Jerome really plays like this then there's some lucky girls out there.
You unwittingly mumbled your thoughts out loud, the sound of your own voice waking you slightly.
"Mmm. What's that, baby girl?"
A deep, gravely voice broke through your revere. Your eyes shot open, hoping Jerome hadn't caught you pleasuring yourself whilst he slept beside you. You were sure he'd be disgusted by the thought of you and leave you here alone.
Instead, you found his head of red hair down between your splayed legs, a soft sheen of wetness over his chin. He licked his lips slowly, tasting you whilst he moved up your body.
You suddenly became self-conscious at him seeing your naked body. You never imagined he'd actually see you hot and wet, nevermind that he was clearly loving every second of it.
He cocked his head to the side as he held himself above you, his boxers lost somewhere along the way. You could feel his hot and heavy cōck resting against your lower abdomen.
"What's up, gorgeous? You gonna act all shy now you've decided to open your eyes?"
He leant down and trailed his tongue across your lower lips before dipping into your mouth. His tongue probed your mouth, encouraging you to respond. You snapped out of your unbelieving 'this cannot be happening' state and immediately fisted his red hair as you thrust your tongue right back in his mouth. No way did you expect this to happen tonight, but you weren't going to turn down a golden opportunity when it was handed to you on a red-hot platter.
"Fūck, Jerome."
You hissed as he didn't spare a second in thrusting his long, thick cōck into your sopping wet heat.
He groaned out as your tightness enveloped him, holding him in a vice grip.
"Damn, beautiful. Why haven't we been doing this all along?"
...
A/N
So... whatcha think?
May have a second part if I think there's enough smut to go around.
Ah, I love a good Jerome smut-fest ^-^
Anyone who says they don't are clearly lying ;)
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