The Falcon Feather

Chapter 13: Was It A Mistake?

You crash on the bed the moment you see it. John tries to help you but you slap his hand away, 'get out, you've got work to do', you mumble, there was no way that you were going to thank him, he can go fuck himself.

You hear nothing for a few moments until John sits down on the edge of the bed, 'I'm sorry... I shouldn't have acted like that, back in the elevator, you were right about what I had done and how it would mean something'.
You listen to him, wanting to hear more, 'I stopped kissing you because it made me think about how I was holding a grudge over Helen cheating on me. I was doing the same thing as what she was doing'.

You could understand that, 'you said it was a mistake', you whisper and John turns to you, 'in a way it was and it wasn't', you understood that as well.

'So what're you saying?'

John was clearly fighting with himself, 'I wanted to kiss you but....', he looked away from you and went to get up but you manage to catch his wrist. 

'But what?'

'I just... Wanted to kiss you, I don't-'.

You were going to ask him a question that would either make or break this relationship.

'Are you still in love with Helen?'

Your heart is pounding when you see the lack of emotion on John face and you quickly let go of him, 'shit I- I'm sorry look, thanks for you help but you really should-'.
You yelp when John shoves you down onto the bed and climbs ontop of you, his large frame crushing you into the mattress, 'no, I don't love her anymore', he whispered before kissing you. 

You open your mouth and allow John to shove his tongue inside, his fingers massage your head and he rocks his hips against yours. His dick is hard against your pelivs and you moan against his mouth. You rake your fingers down his side before tapping his shoulder and he broke the kiss.

'You're getting a little heavy'.

You chuckle and John quickly lifts himself off of you and you urge him to lie down and you unzip his pants, 'let me ride you', you whisper and Johns' face grows read.
You get rid of your pants and position yourself over his dick and your eyes lock for a few moments and John rests his large hands on your hips, gently pressing down on them.

You struggle to take him and John tries to help you, gripping your hips carefully. He refrained from shoving himself straight into you because he knew that it'd hurt you.

'Fuck you're too big'.

You're practically shaking ontop of him, Johns' dick is tearing into you and you're starting to change your mind. But John suddenly sits up and you yelp from the sudden feel of him positioning inside of you. He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your breasts, 'alright, I'll help you, we'll do it slowly, I know it hurts'.
He begins to pull you down and you begins to struggle, gasping in pain but John hushes you and continues tugging you down. Something inside you tears and you scream, your hands coming out to pull at Johns' hair in order to pull him away and out of you but the older man seems to know whats' coming and holds onto you tightly.

He nurses you through the pain, 'I'm gonna lie you down alright?' He slowly twists his body and places you on your back. The tension seems to disappear and the two of you melt into each other. 

'Can I move?'

He asks you gently and you nod, 'go for it', you whisper back at him and John kisses you with so much passion that it takes your breath away. He begins to thrust into you and you close your eyes, taking in the bursts of pleasure in your nether regions. He feels amazing, his muscles are stiff and his eyes bore into yours. 

'Fuck you feel amazing'.

He wheezes as his pace begins to quicken and his thrusts become harsher, 'fucking hell I'm gonna cum!' He held onto you tightly.

He mustn't have had sex with Helen for quite some time.

You weren't ever going to ask that kind of question, that was between him and Helen.
You wrap your legs aroung Johns' waist and rock your hips against his. The friction causing the both of you to moan into each other mouths. You pull away in seconds and bite down on his neck, you don't draw blood but you know a bruise would form.

'Ah shit!'

Johns' thrusts become irregular and he begins to pant. You know he's close, you know he's ready to cum.

'Where you do you want me to cum?'

'On my stomach'.

You whisper seductively in his ear and you hear him curse for the last time and he pulls out quickly. You watch as he grips his dick tightly and pumps himself. Streaks of cum flick out and coat your stomach. John scrunches his face as if he's in pain as he struggles to breathe, 'oh fuck that feels good'.
He lets go of himself and moves off of you so that he doesn't crush you, 'fuck that felt amazing', he chuckles as he lies down next to you.
You touch your stomach and John sighs, 'god don't play around otherwise I'll grow hard again, my stamina isn't at its' finest right now'.

'Next time, meanwhile we need to get cleaned up'.

'Just close your eyes for a few moments'.

John mumbles and you pull at his arm, 'come on old man otherwise I won't be able to get all of this off of me... Or I'll just go in by myself', you head to the bathroom and John is quick to follow.

'I know you're tired but... Have you ever fucked in a shower?'

Johns' eyes glinted and you knew what was coming next.