Time To Waste

Chapter 05: Pheromones

A/N: I feel that now would be an appropriate time to remind you that I rated this story MATURE for a reason. If smutty, smutty porn is not your thing, triggering, or just generally upsetting to you for whatever reason, now would be the time to stop reading. You hath been warned!

She watched his every move. He never once seemed self-conscious or uncertain, rather, he moved with a practiced ease that assured her that she was in good hands. Ahem. Long, tattooed hands that proclaimed: "Hopeless." She wanted to know why such an intelligent, self-aware, and kind-hearted soul would deem himself as such, but now didn't appear to be the time for that conversation.

He sat on the hotel bed, gently massaging her exposed breasts as he grinned. "You have the most amazing body, Jen." Gesturing towards his discarded jeans and wallet, he raised an eyebrow curiously. "Should I find a condom?"

Sitting beside the bed in the fancy wingback chair provided by the hotel, thighs splayed a mile wide and his cock already rock hard, Chris answered for her. "She's on the pill, it's all good."

Jenna glanced from her boyfriend - who was sitting smug, dictating their every move, and very obviously turned on - and then to his bandmate, who moved at a much more languid pace, taking his time as though they had forever. Cliché as that might sound, Jenna kind of liked the slow pace; it was a change from her usual frenzied, rough encounters with Christopher.

Ricky's blue eyes met her chocolate brown. She almost knew what he would say before he spoke: "I'd feel better if you told me it was okay, Jen."

At that point, she realized one of two things: she didn't really much care about protection right now, not when there were two available cocks within reach. Maybe that was a bit, well, skanky of her, but she felt like tonight was the night to let go of all inhibitions and just feel. Secondly, she was having trouble focusing and, for that matter, thinking much of anything. He brain felt mired in a 2" thick fudge that was ruining any chance for intelligent thought. So, she merely bit her bottom lip and nodded. "I'm on the pill," she repeated, drone-like.

Ricky shrugged, accepting her response even if it lacked a certain vigor. With his skinny, tattooed body clad in only his black boxers-briefs, he began to climb up the bed toward Jenna's outstretched legs, grinning as he came closer to his target. "First thing is to provide some pleasure for the lady," he winked, settling between her thighs. His long tongue snaked out and toward her silky folds, and she couldn't help but to unleash a loud moan.

"I love it when you moan," Chris urged her onward from his spectator's position.

Jenna didn't bother to glance in his direction, instead reaching out to run her hands through Ricky's silky soft, long raven locks. She sighed dreamily at his touch, certain that he was going to bring her the much-needed release that she so desperately sought. It didn't take much, clearly, as she knew she was already soaking wet for him.