My Boyfriends Best Friend

Chapter 5

Jon is between my legs, softly kissing me through the thin fabric of my thong. I feel his fingers on both of my hips as he gently pulls of the thong, tossing it aside haphazardly. "Stop," I say without thinking, and he stops immediately backing away. "Are you okay?" He asks, a concerned look on his face. "No yeah, everything is great, perfect," I say, looking away, embarrassed. "It's just that no one has ever eaten me out before." Jon's face twists into a smile. "Well, that's about to change," he says softly. "I'll be gentle with you, I promise." Then he ducks between my legs again, and his tongue finds my clit. My mind goes blank, as his tongue drags soft circles around the hardening nub. I can't control myself anymore and am writing under his touch. I reach up and run my hands through his hair, pulling him closer to me. Jon moves away from my clit letting his tongue dart in and out of my folds. I have never experienced anything like this before. I can already feel the orgasm building inside of me. When I pull on Jon's hair again, he flicks his tongue over my clit, making me explode. My back aches, and I loudly moan Jon's name before collapsing back into the bed.

I am basking in the aftermath of my orgasm when I feel Jon lying beside me on the bed. He looks at me with a big shit-eating grin. I can feel myself blushing as soon as I can think straight. "That was amazing," I say, trying not to blind Jon with my beaming smile. He laughs out loud, which makes my heart melt, and rolls over onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. "I just can't believe that you have never been eaten out before. That drives me crazy." I look over at him, propping myself up on my elbows. "To be completely honest, that was the first time I have had an orgasm with another person." I don't like to talk about my ex much, but he was not the best guy, honestly, I had always just thought sex was uncomfortable and he had never really corrected that for me. When he doesn't say anything for a minute, I chance a look over at him, and he has that sad look in his eye again. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I say, slightly annoyed, "like I am a sad puppy or something." He smiles at that. "Because you are a sad puppy?" he says like it's obvious. I give him a teasing glare. He sighs softly before saying, "I just can't imagine not wanting to please my partner as much as they are pleasing me." he says in a soft voice. "You know what I mean?" I look at him then and shrug. "I always waited for them to offer," I say, looking away. "I am just not always the greatest at speaking up for myself, especially not in bed." he is still looking at me, observing me intently. His brows are furrowed, and he seems like he is going to say something else but instead, he kisses me.

This time I push him down onto the bed so that I am straddling his hips, and we are grinding against each other, only the thin fabric from his underwear between us. It takes me a minute, but I finally get the courage to move down his body.

I am kneeling in front of him and there is a large bulge creating a tent in his briefs. His cock twitches when I touch it softly through his underwear. I reach up and find the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down. His cock springs forward, greeting me with the slightest bit of precum dripping from the tip. I reach out with tentative hands looking closer at his member. It is pale and smooth, and he has light blonde pubic hair that is well trimmed.

"You have seen a dick before, right?" He says, he is propped up on his elbows, looking down at me, "You're not a virgin, are you?" He asks with just the littlest bit of concern. I shake my head at this. I try hard to suppress a giggle "I promise I am not a virgin" I retort. Then before I can back out, I start licking his shaft before popping the head of his cock into my mouth.

I bob my head, swirling my tongue over the tip, tasting his sweet and salty pre-cum on my tongue. I hear him let out a gruff moan, "God, Alice, your mouth feels amazing." He has his eyes closed now and is lying back on the bed. I take as much of his length into my mouth, gagging just a little bit as the tip hits the back of my throat. At this, I hear him moaning louder his hands' snag into my hair as he pushes me just a little bit deeper before releasing me for air. I bob up and down his cock a few times before I slowly suck, dragging my mouth down his length before the head of his cock slips out of my mouth with a satisfying pop. When I look at Jon again, he looks back at me, completely bewildered. "I need you now," He says in a voice that is low and gruff. I stand up, and I am about to straddle him nothing between us. I am hovering over him, and I reach down to position his cock at my entrance before slowly letting gravity take control. I am sliding effortlessly down his length in a way I have never before. When he is fully sheathed I rock back and forth feeling him even deeper inside me . "Alice, fuck, that feels amazing. You're going to make me cum already if you're not careful."

At that, I stop moving my hips before leaning over to kiss him. I refuse to move my hips and whisper into Jon's ear "I can feel you so deep inside me right now." Before returning my mouth to his. when Jon finally tries to move his own hips I stand my ground not letting him move simply enjoying the feeling of being filled by him. Then I start moving my hips again, raising myself up and down. I am moving faster, and I feel Jon grab my hips hastily. He is thrusting in time with my thrusts, hitting the spot inside me that I didn't even know existed. "Oh, Jon, you're going to make me cum again." With that, he opens his eyes, and as if to torture me, he slows down his thrusts. It is both torturous and amazing at the same time. I close my eyes feeling every fiber of my being reacting to the man under me.

Suddenly his hands are gripping my ass, and he is flipping us over so that he is on top. He speeds up, thrusting into me in a rhythm that makes me think I will pass out from ecstasy. When I don't think I can have any more feelings, his thumb rubs against my hard clit, once, twice, three times and it pushes me over. I cum hard on his cock, and before I know it, he throws back his head and thrusts deeper inside me, releasing his load. I can feel his cock twitching as he cums before he slips out of me. I have never let any other man even remotely cum in me. However, something about Jon makes me lose absolutely all of my brain.

When Jon is finished, he flops down onto the bed beside me, clearly spent. "I don't even have words for what that was." He says, looking over at me, "I swear you must have me under some magic spell or something." I laugh at that rolling around, so I am laying partially on top of him. "No magic spells," I say, winking at him, "just great sex." He laughs back at me, wrapping me up in his arms. "Well, it helps when I have such a great partner." He is smiling at me, and I know his words are supposed to be funny, but they don't feel funny. I'm not his partner; I'm just a random girl that ended up in his bed.

Now that we are not having sex, I have a minute to look around the room. It is poorly decorated and fairly messy but not with trash just a lot of stuff. He has plaid fleece sheets and a generic grey comforter. A couple of posters are hung on the wall and a computer desk sits under the window. He also has a red and white electric guitar sitting in the corner. His room seems like a pretty standard guy room, not super tidy but not disgusting, awfully cozy.

"Do you play?" I ask, nodding my head towards the guitar in the corner. "A little bit I am trying to learn, but I am by no means a super start." he paused for a moment before adding "yet" with a cheeky smile. What genera of music do you listen to? I don't recognize the bands you have hung up here." One says Death by Moss, and another says Angelica Returns At Last. "Oh, those are just from some local garage bands near where I grew up," he says, looking up at the posters. "Angelica Returns is a Christian Punk Band, and Death by moss was like alternative death metal." He says. "I would say that my taste in music is pretty broad." His hand is stroking my hair, and I give a leisurely hum before my eyes are suddenly too heavy to keep open.