Jiara smut

Shhhh

Kiara pov

The music was loud, the room was too hot and my dress was too tight. This is why I never wear dresses but Sarah insisted I did since it's a "special occasion." She's a bit dramatic with things like this, it's just a common every weekend kinda party.

I sit down on a sofa next to JJ. He immediately places his hand on my thigh, stroking his thumb softly.
He evaluated me and could tell something was off, "you okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, there's just a lot going on, not really feeling it"
"You wanna go outside for a walk, or we can go find an empty room upstairs to chill in, get away for a bit" he suggested, a tinted smirk on his face.

I nod and stand up, my hand in his as he leads us three crowds of people. As we go up the stairs I get an idea. We walk down the corridor or i lean forward whispering in his ear, "I have another idea," he waits for me to carry on, "I mean there's a free bathroom down the corridor, I'm sure Kelma won't mind" Kelma is the girl throwing the party, we know her from school, and anyways it's not like she'd ever know.

He turns his head, that same look on his face, catching onto the idea.
Without a word he speeds us down the hallway, taking us to the empty bathroom.
He locks the door behind us, immediately turning to me and kissing me. His hands go down to my ass, slightly squeezing the flesh under my dress.

He walks us back to the counter, lifting me to sit on the edge. My legs spread and he stands in between them, his body pressing against mine.

Something in both of us sparked an energy that sent us whirling. I just wanted his hands on me and I know he felt the same way.
"What you thinking" he mumbled against my skin as his lips trailed down my neck and his hands slid up my thighs under my dress.

"I give you permission to do anything you want" i say quietly, the words leaving my lips effortlessly. He looks at me, his eyes dark and wanting. He maintains eye contact as he pushes my panties to the side, his fingers running up and down where I want him most.

I attempt to keep a straight face, as he tests how long I can stay silent.
Just as he pushes two fingers inside of me i grab the back of his head, pulling from his hair to bring his lips back to mine.

I soft sigh leaves my lips, as the pads of his fingers push against my spot. One of my hands reaches down and grips his working wrist. His tongue swirls in my mouth and I'm just about kissing him back, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

He slowly came to a halt of his hand movements and his fingertips hooked under my panties, pulling them down to my knees. He lifted me off the counter, spinning me around so I was facing the mirror.

I looked at his through the mirror, a smirk on his face as he unzipped his jeans, pushing them slightly down, and pulling out his painfully hard boner.

I felt him run his length up and down my slit, making my body shiver slightly.
"Ready?" He asked me.
"Mhm" i hummed in anticipation.

He looked down, watching himself disappear inside of me. His lips parted softly and the gentle sound we both made once it was fully in was like music to my ears. His hands held my hips delicately while his body pushed into mine, going deeper each time.

"Fuck-," i mumbled out, resting my forehead against the cold marble of the counter top. My eyes squeezed shut as he rammed into me.
"You need to try stay quiet okay?" He said.
"Mhm" i slightly moaned out.

I lifted my head to find his eyes watching me through the mirror, his jaw hung lax and eyebrows slightly furrowed. As he got faster, my sounds got louder, but we couldn't risk being caught.

His hand came up in front of me, placing over my mouth. I moaned into his hand my eyes closing once again. I could hear him behind me resisting the sounds he made, but I loved it.

I fell forwards, my body giving out as he hit my spot perfectly, my hands pressed against the mirror, and his palm came loose from my mouth, but instead of returning to my hip, his fingers came down to between my legs, rubbing my clit quickly under my dress.

My knees buckled as I felt my high approaching quickly.
"JJ- J-," my short breathes spoke his name.
"Close?" He asked me, a slight chuckle in his words as he watched me fall apart in front of him.
"P-please," i could barely get the word out.

His finger movements kept their pace as my body gave in, my stomach tensing as I came hard. JJ felt me clamp around him and i could tell by the way he quickly slowed down, that he was close too, waiting for me to finish before he pulled out. His fingers came off my clit, and he pulled out of me once my high was over.

He held himself in his hand, softly stroking as I got on my knees and turned around to face him. My mouth was hung open, tongue out as he slid his length against it. Within seconds he was tensing his jaw and sealing his eyes as white sprays landed on my tongue and down my throat. I watched him wide eyed as he finished off, sighing in relief.

"Fucking hell" he breathed out, looking down at me as I wiped some of the cum that was on the side of my mouth.

I smiled and giggled looking up at him before he helped me to my feet. We both fixed ourselves up; I wiped the mascara that had gathered under my eyes and we both fixed our hair.

"Right, let's pray that the whole party didn't hear us" i teased as we left the bathroom, smelling like sweat, but especially sex.