Misery (John Lennon Fanfiction)

Part 21

John's POV:||
"Gonna start playin with a mate of mine" I smiled, laying back against her bed head.

"That's great John, can't wait to actually hear you... Why won't you let me?" She grinned, playing with her earring.

"M'just nervous s'all, don't really like to sing for people that I know" I blushed a little.

"Aw well" she smiled "I'm gonna hear you one day or another Lennon"

"Yeah yeah so be it."

She leant forward and kissed me gently, holding my cheek in her hand. It had only been a short while but boy had she improved. She had perfected her kisses into quick lightning shots, holding the tension for just long enough to satisfy but to make you need more, almost like a drug. No doubt perfected from lots of practice. Then I remembered that she had been practicing, but not just with me.

I stopped kissing her for a second to catch my breath, she moved onto my neck. Kissing against it gently, playing with my t-shirt in her hand. I tried to ignore the thoughts in my head and let myself enjoy it but I just couldn't.

"I saw you with that guy the other night." I swallowed, she kept kissing, unphased.

"Who? Michael?" She played her hand beneath my t-shirt onto my stomach

"Sure" I sighed a little, into her touch

"Mm what about it" she smiled a little, nibbling on my skin.

"I-I don't like it Minnie" I huffed.

"Sorry?" She looked up with a raised eyebrow

"I don't like it"

"You're not my boyfriend John" she chuckled, rubbing my arm "we're friends remember? Who just, kiss and stuff for the fun of it" she kissed my cheek.

"I know but-" I sighed

"If you don't like me checkin out the field then maybe we'll have to stop this little arrangement" she cocked an eyebrow. I furrowed mine and swallowed, shaking my head a little. "You don't want that do you?"

"No" I sighed, rubbing my face

"Neither do I, so cmon" she smiled, rubbing my thighs. "Let's just have some fun" she grinned, unzipping my trousers.

She put her mouth on me and she sucked. Her lips grazed over me followed closely by the little strokes of her tongue.

It felt good of course, I mean how could it feel bad. But it wasn't the same as the last time, this time was different. She wasn't all mine, there was no love, no feelings. Even though she satisfied me, by the end of it I felt overwhelmingly empty.