otherside ➳ post malone

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[MATURE]

good feeling // jon jason

"How long are they gonna be with us for?" Austin asked as we sat on the couch in our suite. Austin was drinking and I was laying in his lap.

"Well, I didn't think we really had room on tour so they leave tomorrow," I looked up at him. I didn't want them to leave. I miss them.

"No, please cancel their flights," He said, playing with my hair. "I want them to stay."

"I do, too, but they have jobs and our hotel rooms are already booked for every night," I told him, holding my phone in front of my face.

"They could just stay the rest of this week," He suggested. "And if rooms are all booked up, we can all just stay in a different hotel."

"Up to you, babe," I smiled at him, resting my phone on my chest. "Just ask them tomorrow."

"Okay," he smiled, leaning down to kiss me. "I love you."

"I love you," I said back to him, pulling him back down, attaching my lips to his once more. "I don't think you've gotten your last present."

"What is it?" He asked me and I smirked, sitting up and climbing onto his lap. I grabbed both sides of his face and started kissing him as he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "The best gift of all."

I chuckled as I began kissing his neck, sucking lightly like he always did to me. His large hands gripped my ass tightly as I bit his neck, earning a small moan from him. I began grinding my hips against his dick, feeling it growing through the sweatpants he had changed into after we got back from dinner.

He pushed my hair away from my face and behind my shoulders, pulling me to kiss him. The kisses were sloppy, showing how eager he was. I reached for the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, throwing it on the floor.

His hands retreated from behind me and ran up my torso, squeezing my breasts as he reached them. He pulled my bra strap off of my right shoulder and began planting kisses on my chest but I stopped him.

"No sir," I broke our kiss and looked down at him. "You don't have to do any of the work tonight."

"What if I want to?" He asked me, picking me up off of the couch. "What if making you feel good is my favorite part?"

"If you must," I chuckled as he walked over and sat down on the bed with me in his lap. I continued kissing him, wanting to get on with it but also really wanting to make him work for it. I didn't think I had the strength to wait, however, because he made me way too fervent.

I pulled away from the kiss and got off of the bed as he dangled his legs over the side of the mattress. I got on my knees and tugged on the waistband of his sweatpants until he got the hint and lifted up. I pulled them off, along with his boxers, and discarded them onto the floor.

His dick sprang free, hitting his stomach. I took him in my hand and pumped him. He leaned back on his elbows and watched me intently. I looked up at him as I kissed the tip of him, soon taking him in my mouth. He threw his head back and moaned as I slowly slid my tongue up and down him.

He leaned up and pushed my hair out of my face, turning it into a makeshift ponytail. I quickened my pace, hollowing out my cheeks to make him feel better.