Red Room Hours with John Tan

Your Slut

John pulled you closer against his bare chest, your cheek resting against the warm skin. Your breathing was synced with his and you felt relaxed and sleepy. Your eyes finally fluttered open, had you both drifted off for a few minutes? You laid your fingers gently across his stomach and he shivered with a soft laugh, the adrenaline clearly gone from his body. You were beginning to love the sound of his chuckles, you squeezed your eyes shut locking that thought away immediately.

"That tickled," he said gently and hugged you, kissing the top of your head. He yawned and then slid away from you slightly to grab his phone on the bedside table. "Time went really quickly, it's already after eleven. We must have slept longer than I thought."

"Shit, I should get back to my room, I have an early class tomorrow," You sat up, suddenly very aware that you weren't wearing any clothing at all. You grabbed for his blanket yanking it up over your breasts when the pain screamed through your ass and thighs. You winced and froze, not wanting to put pressure anywhere else until you were able to assess the damage.

"You promised cuddles and snacks," he pouted turning his face toward you and dropped the phone back into it's spot. "And I really should rub lotion on you, I have some with aloe, it's very cooling." He brushed your hair behind your shoulder and leaned forward catching your lips with his, and you let him draw you into his lap, the blanket now surrounding you both. His hands teased down your shoulders and then lower down your back until he was cupping your ass and pulling you against him. You moaned just slightly against his lips and he deepened the kiss tasting your lips with his tongue.

"This doesn't feel like cuddles," you'd pulled back from his mouth, your arms lifting to wrap across his shoulders. You pressed down into his lap a bit which rewarded you with him shutting his eyes and moaning as well.

"You're right, this is dangerous." John laughed and lifted you from his lap, setting you to his side on the bed and hopped off. "Lay on your tummy like a good girl and I'll be right back Y/N."

"Yes Sir." You laughed and stretched out, crossing your arms and resting your chin on your wrist while he disappeared into his bathroom. Moments later he returned carrying the promised lotion with aloe, and now wearing boxers and knelt on the bed straddling your calves.

Starting at your thighs he began smoothing the chilly cream on your burning skin, John's fingers light. It was refreshing and quickly his strokes were easing the tension and pain away. He continued working his way upward, paying close attention to the curves of your bottom, working his thumbs against the aching skin. Higher still he ended with focused strokes across your back and you felt each of your muscles relaxing and easing beneath his palms. Once he'd reached the back of your neck he added more lotion and began the path all the way back down to your thighs, intentional strokes soothing all of the discomfort away. He finally ended with a soft kiss against the small of your back.

"Let me grab you a t-shirt and pair of my shorts, it will feel better than your lacey lingerie." He stepped from the bed again and pulled the offered items from his dresser. You sat up slowly, testing out your muscles and sore skin before standing from the bed and taking them from his hand.

"Give me a few minutes to clean up?" You nodded toward the bathroom and headed in shutting the door behind you. Quickly you used the toilet and washed your hands keeping your head downward away from the mirror. If you took the chance of making eye contact with yourself you'd have to start thinking about how you felt about what just happened, and for the moment you just wanted to pretend it was still only sex for you. 

You splashed some water on your face then slipped the shirt over your head and stepped into the loose shorts. Finally you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Your eyeliner and mascara were smudged but not awful, your cheeks were rosy, and your lips almost swollen from all the kissing. You combed your fingers through your hair and retied the scrunchie, swished a mouthful of water and then returned to John. He'd been busy while you were away, your clothes were gathered and set neatly on his chair, and his own discarded items picked up. Both the belt and flogger were gone, and there was no evidence of the condom anywhere. He was sitting on his bed still in just the boxers but holding a bag of animal cookies and Boof.