Sex in the Sky

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They entered the spacious room. Jonathan was in Tony’s arms. Tucked securely to his side the youth had his head resting on his shoulder, his arms latched around the man’s trim waist. He was led directly to the far bed where they both kicked off their shoes stretching out together. Greg felt the need to join them comin up behind Jonathan’s body.

Bruce and Peter glanced at each other having the same thought at the same time.

“C’me on…” Bruce motioned his head to the door with a grin.

They made their way down the hall of doors that lined both sides of the motel. Coming to the elevator, they stepped in as the doors opened and to the back of it standing there silently for a moment. The doors closed. Bruce stepped forward touching the ground floor button.

“It’s nice to just hear some quiet for a change,” he commented as he moved back to the rear wall beside Peter.

“Yes, I had hoped we could spend some time alone,” the man informed him in an almost whisper.

Bruce now eyed him curiously. “Did you want to–”

“No, Bruce.” Peter lifted a hand halting his query instantly. His full lips turned up into a rich smile. A slow shake of his head produced itself. “I am not ready to display my…affections, so openly,” he explained.

Bruce chuckled. “Sorry, man. We’ve gotten so used to it; it’s just how we live.”

“I understand. And I’m pleased that you do. In fairness, I’m not ready for it just yet.” Peter moved closer to Bruce but did nothing more.

“I don’t think you’re even sure you want this, Peter.” the man looked to him tempted to drape an arm about his shoulders. But he didn’t, not wanted to frighten him.

“Correct again, Bruce. I’m not. But I do know I care deeply for you.” he volunteered right away.

“One step at a time, Peter. If you rush, you might be sorry.” he warned.

The man nodded moving back to the spot he had originally been standing as the doors opened again. Bruce looked at him grinning. He understood Peter’s reservations and would never try to pressure him in any way. But his body was thrumming with heat and titillation of desire for the man.

Quickly, he suppressed his longing and need as they stepped out of the elevator and around the corner. Once again, Peter stopped admiring the huge fountain in the center of the lobby. Then, he followed Bruce out the back door into the courtyard that was filled with shapely hedges, paths and flowerbeds.

They meandered along the paths for a long while talking to each other. Then the subject turned to Jonathan.

“I don’t understand Jonathan’s reaction to me tonight. He’s never talked to me like that before.” Bruce openly expressed knowing Peter know more about Jonathan than any of the rest of them. Except maybe Tony.

“Something startled him. I overheard him saying to himself, ‘…I know I’m not crazy…’ Then in the same breath he said, ‘I saw it. I know I saw it.’”

“Saw what, Peter? What did he see?” Bruce halted their forward motion turning to him to ask.

“I do not know. He would not say,” the man returned simply.

“But you asked him?” Bruce pressed to be sure.

“Yes, of course I asked. But when Jonathan does not wish to talk, pushing him will only serve to cause him to enclose himself completely within himself. He will tell one of us when he is ready,” the man assured him with a gentle nod.

Bruce stared at him for a moment. It was the first time he understood why Jonathan had clammed up on them so many times before. And they had only been meaning to help him. They knew he had issues with self-mutilation and self-injury that they all had desperately tried to understand. But as soon as they had begun to pressure him into talking about it, he would seal himself up so tightly that none of them could get him to talk then.

Even though he now knew this and realized the truth, he still had that deep desire to just shake it out of him, if he could. But he had never done this and knew he never would. He just wanted Jonathan to be open with them about everything. It was the only way anyone could help him get through all of this.

“He will talk, my friend.” Peter grasped his shoulders in both hands. “You must have faith. He never holds it in for long. It may come as a question, or perhaps an inquiry of advice. But he will open himself to one of us soon. We all must be patient with him,” he leaned down a bit catching eye contact with Bruce who smiled through his worry.

Bruce nodded agreeing with him fully. Peter’s hand came up to cup a cheek. His eyes locked onto Bruce’s. His thumb caressed the skin that was covering his cheekbone. They both could see the affect of it in the other’s stare. The contact was a mutual desire that rose in them both threatening to overwhelm them. Peter almost leaned his head toward the man for a light kiss. His powerful sudden urge to do so startled him somewhat. And yet he knew he wanted to lean into him. He was more than aware of the curiosity he had for this man. A strong cognizance of his desires to feel Bruce’s arms around him, his body pressed to him closer than it had been that day in the forest, was overcoming him. A strange intoxication of sensation was rising within him fast.

Bruce stared at him watching the changes reflecting in Peter’s eyes. It seemed strange to him that he could read them so easily and knew what was going on behind those lovely transparent irises. And even though he wanted to reach up and grasp Peter’s arms, he didn’t. He only stood there gazing into the deep richness of emotion that was being poured out to him in the man’s gaze. If any moves were made, Peter would make the first. He would not be guilty of persuading the man to his downfall, in the event he might regret it later.

“I’m sorry, Bruce…” Peter dropped his hands moving on ahead of him quickly.

“There’s no need to apologize, Peter. I…” He caught himself about to tell him he enjoyed it, as he stepped up behind him coming along side of him.

“…You enjoyed my touch.” Peter asked, completing his unfinished statement.

“Well, yes…” Bruce chuckled nervously. Inside he was screaming to him that he wanted so much more. But said nothing at all.

“I wanted…” Peter stopped again turning to Bruce looking at him squarely once more. Frustration at his inhibitions forced him to sigh long. “I wanted to kiss you,” he informed him then.

“I know, Peter.” Bruce cocked his head to one side a bit with a slightly sympathetic expression. “It’ll come when you’re ready. I won’t push you. I promise.”

Peter nodded. “I know you wouldn’t. You are much too honorable to do such a thing.”

“Thank you, Peter. Coming from you, that means so much to me.” he admitted.

Peter sighed again. He glanced off to his left as he always does when something was troubling him.

“Talk to me, Peter.” Bruce urged softly.

“That is what I desire, Bruce. I want us to talk. And I know you have many question to ask me. I am willing to answer as many as I have knowledge of.” he volunteered.

“Okay…” Bruce perked then. Any time he could spend with this man was fine with him. And he loved hearing his voice and the thickness of his Russian accent.

He led them to a nearby bench where he sat offering for Peter to park next to him. The man did half turning to face him. “Ask, Bruce…” He urged then.

“How long have you and Tony known each other?” was his first query.

“Ah…” Peter smiled knowing he would have to give him some background on this one. “As you have been told already, Jim’s operations were beginning to attract the attention of my government. Tony had already infiltrated the man’s forces and was working undercover for his organization. But he was very confused at the time I met him first. It seemed Mr. Bowman was pouring on the charm with him attempting to lure him into his bed.

“I had need of someone reliable on the inside that could get me in. Tony and I made friends from the very beginning. I could tell he was not a criminal. He has a kind heart, though he refuses to allow those on the outside of his circle to see this. Only his closest friends and companions know his gentle side. You are lucky to have grown up with him and known him as you did. Or you may have never known him as you do…”

“I know…” Bruce agreed with a nod of his head.

“I befriended him after watching him for more than a month. One evening I saw him healthy and strong, the next, he was battered and terribly bruised. I took the chance to approach him that night….”

“Tony was seated at a small round table outside a café right next to the motel he and Maurice were staying at. In his hand was a very small cup that he was nursing. Peter sat not two tables away watching the man who had naught but a simple tee-shirt and a pair of jeans on, his police issue revolver strapped around his waist.

The night before when he had seen him at this very place, he had been healthy, strong and glowing with vibrant manhood. But tonight was a much different story all together.

One eye was swollen shut. His lips and the face on the same side was cut and terribly bruised. A large reddened bite mark was left on the side of his neck. This suggested an abusive sexual relationship that perhaps Tony needed some advise about.

And his demeanor was not the same as it usually was. It seemed to Peter that this Tony appeared so very alone at the moment. And he thought to himself that it was time he befriend this man to help him if he could.

“Hello, Antonio Santini…” he slipped up on the table Tony was parked at nursing a hot cup of coffee.

Tony looked up into his face with the one good eye not daring to give him a smile. He remembered seeing this man hanging around quite often of late. But he slowly moved a hand under the table to secure his weapon anyway.

“There is no need for that, my friend. I mean you no harm…especially when you have already incurred enough damage.” he grinned kindly at him.

“Hmm…” Tony moaned at having to be forced to recall how it had happened. “What’s yer business here, ‘friend’.” his tone was a bit sarcastic, but Peter overlooked it.

“You look like you could use one. I thought I would attempt to soothe your pain a little.” his kind words and gentle voice did seem to have that affect on him.

“Okay, have a seat.” Tony rescinded his arguments out of curiosity really.

“You’re not from my country. You must be an American.” Peter pulled out the chair speaking softly to the man for privacy as he sat watching people meander past them languidly.

“Yeah, so…” Tony tipped the tiny cup that he brought to his lips sipping on the hot liquid. “…what’s yer point?” he quipped grimacing at the bitterness of it.

Peter chuckled lifting the flask of curdled cream that was in the center of the table, pouring a bit into the small cup. He lifted the even smaller spoon agitating it a little. “Now, try it, Antonio…”

Tony stared at him wondering to himself who had sent this damn angel to take care of him so. And knowing it would be rude to at least not finish the cup, he at any rate, tasted it once more. To his surprise, it was much more palatable. “Thanks, man,” he nodded gently then grimaced with pain from it.

“You were not so abused last night when I saw you last. What has taken place to affect such damage to you, Antonio?” Peter leaned to him almost whispering.

“I…I don’t want to talk about it,” he grumbled low. “…And please, call me Tony.”

“Yes…” Peter smiled already knowing he would prefer that. And it gave him to know he had made some progress with this one. No one calls him Tony but those who are close to him. He knew this. “Tony it shall be.”

He stared at him for a moment. “Your friend is very jealous of you sitting here with me, now.” his eyes were locked onto Tony, yet he could see Maurice in the distance grueling with so much watchfulness over the fact that Tony was being entertained by someone other than he.

“That son of a bitch can go fuck himself.” Tony growled low at the man.

“Ah…” Peter nodded singularly with realization. “He is the one that has done this to you. I suspect you became his little pet last night, also.” his expression was most serious. And with the information he had about Maurice and his habits, he made that assumption easily. “I’m sorry he has done this to you.”

“Friend, if you want to remain so, can the convo, okay?” the man remarked bitterly.

“Forgive my concern, Tony. I only meant it as such.”

“I know, man. And I’m sorry I’m being such an ass. I do appreciate your concern.”

“No need for apologies. I understand completely.” Peter leaned back against the chair watching Tony sip more of the coffee. “That is a police issue revolver you wear, Tony. I was admiring it the other day.”

Now Tony set the cup down and started to stand up. Peter swiftly reached for his wrist and even though the man deftly moved to prevent it, he had him before Tony could get out of reach quick enough.

“I am not your enemy, Tony. I know you are undercover working for Mr. Bowman. I am also attempting to infiltrate and gain knowledge of his dealings in my country. But I have no access to his ring. It is much too tightly sealed. Can you assist me? Would you help me?” he spoke so fast and in such a whisper that Tony had to really listen to catch it all.

“You’re working for the Russian government?” Tony asked silently. “Show me your credentials,” he almost growled at the man.

“I cannot here, when Maurice is watching so closely, Tony,” he reasoned.

Tony looked around him quickly. “C’me ‘ere…” he made his way inside the little café for a second cup of coffee. Peter followed him quickly handing him his leather encasing of the card with all his insignia’s on it. He glanced at it taking in the information fully and quickly then concealed the returning of it to the man.

“Two coffees…” he asked of the man behind the counter holding up an index finger and his thumb.

Right away, Peter began to converse with the same man ordering something a bit lighter for Tony’s liking. The man chuckled making a joke about him being a lightweight American. Peter didn’t agree but smiled knowing not to inflame the man who would be serving them their coffees.”

“That is how I befriended him. He took me to meet Maurice telling him that I would be an excellent choice for a bodyguard or some other position in Mr. Bowman’s ring. Maurice tested me most of the evening in the motel room they were staying at. I noticed then the blood on the sheets of the bed and knew the man had sexually abused Tony. It angered me that this man would do such a thing to my new friend. I vowed silently, to myself then, that he would do no more damage to this man while I yet breathed.

“Then, after he had tested me, he left us alone to do whatever was in his mind to do. He did not return until late the next evening. We made haste to the States where I met Mr. Bowman for the first time. He was amiable toward me. But his eyes would often undress me, I know.

“When we were all settled again, one night we were seated in his luxurious office. Tony arrived with much of a cheerful grin on his face. Right away Mr. Bowman accosted him, taking him in his arms. At first I had thought he meant to only greet him…”

“”Tony, you look so happy tonight.” Jim surrounded him, hugging him close for a moment.

“I am…I had a good day.” He admitted.

“Excellent, my love. I have something very special for you.” his smooth way and soft whisper against Tony’s ear made him shiver.

Jim moaned at the affect he was having on the man in his arms. His body surged suddenly with even more desire than he had had before for this one. Tony was most exciting to him and had been a great challenge for him to say the least. And he had wanted him unquestionably. And now he would have him, like it or not.

Before anyone could think, he had Tony pinned against the wall. His body pressed him there harshly. His hand moved abruptly from the back of the man’s neck to hold his hands where they could do no damage at all.

“You like that don’t you, Tony?” he crooned softly into his ear.

The man bucked against him trying to free himself of the hold he had over him. Right away, Jim took his ear between his teeth. “Fight me, yes…Tony…” he groaned huskily. Biting down he tasted Tony’s blood. That drove him insane with arousal for this man. “Is that all you have, Tony?” he spoke low but gruffly into his ear for only Tony to hear. “I’d love to see more, my love.”

“Mr. Bowman…” Peter had been on his feet the moment Jim had grasped his friend at the back of the neck slamming him to the wall.

“Leave us, Peter! All of you! Leave us!” the man growled at them.”

“You mean to tell me that Mr. Bowman raped Tony too?” Bruce griped in surprise.

“Not exactly, Bruce. As I had said, Tony was quite confused. He was being swayed by the man and it was almost accomplished.

“”C’me on, Peter…” Maurice chuckled after a moment of Peter’s bold stare at the two against the wall. He watched as Jim’s lips and tongue began to break Tony’s resolve quickly. And if the man wanted this, he could not deny him of it in the least. He turned leaving the room with Maurice, only hoping Tony knew what he was doing.”

“It was many years later that Maurice sexually assaulted that young girl. He had sent me to do his dirty work while he assaulted Tony the same way again. When I returned early the next evening, I found him in the bathroom cleaning his wounds. Tony and I then went downstairs to the same café where we sat talking and drinking coffees. The owner also brought us pastries saying we had been his best customers all day. With a broad smile he left us to our conversation in which Tony revealed to me his plight the night before…”

“”I had gone to bed early. I knew Maurice was really antsy, but didn’t think anything of it. I wasn’t really feeling that well and went right off to sleep…” Tony sighed heavily as he stared into his small cup. It seemed he was lost in his own world for the moment as the memory of the events the night before forced their way back into his mind again.

“Take your time, Tony. I know this must be very difficult for you.” Peter lifted his hand placing it on Tony’s forearm in a gesture of comfort toward him.

Tony nodded only, still recalling it.

“You have no need to say more, my friend, if you do not wish.”

“I know, Peter. And I appreciate that. But I have to talk to someone.” Tony looked up at the man beside him at the round table they were seated at outside the café.

“Then I will hear all you have to tell me, friend. And I will think no less of you, when you are finished.” he assured him.

“I didn’t give it up easily, Peter. He cuffed me to the damn bed again, while I was asleep. I couldn’t get away from him or do anything to protect myself. It was the same thing the last time he did this to me. And then is when he tells me he drugged my cola to make me go to sleep, both times. That’s why I didn’t feel well. That’s how he was able to cuff me and I didn’t wake up…”

“I know a good remedy for those cuts and bruises on your wrists, Tony. Do you have them on your ankles also?”

Tony nodded his eyes misting a little from his emotional pain. He unconsciously bit his lip trying to quell the tears that threatened. Already bruised and swollen, it hurt. But Tony was comforted by the pain of it somewhat.

“Tony, you will begin to bleed again, if you do not stop.” Peter warned watching the man literally almost bite through his lip. He took out the clean hanky in his pocket dabbing the oozing wound lightly when Tony released it finally. “Hold that to it. It will stop the bleeding.” he looked at the man with so much concern now…”

“Alright, just promise me you won’t get yourself ejected from any more games this year, okay?”

“Can’t make you a promise I might not be able to keep. Besides, someone has to look out for your skinny ass.” Johnny was grinning from ear to ear, and then downed his beer in a single gulp. “Looks like it’s time for another round, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Before he could take two steps, Danielle stopped his large body with a brush of her slender fingers.

“Hey, I think I’ll join you upstairs for a minute, if that’s alright with you.” Johnny had been so preoccupied with Will that he had barely noticed how Danielle was acting towards him. Suddenly he put it all together, and smiled down at her as he took her small hand in his and led her towards the stairs. Danielle looked back over her shoulder at Rachel with a knowing smile that said she was happy for her, and happy for herself as well. Rachel returned the friendly smile and marveled at both of their good fortunes.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” asked Will.

Rachel panicked momentarily. Surely she couldn’t lose him at this point. Will saw the fear in her expression.

“I think it does,” said Rachel.

“Well I’m happy for them.”

“Is that all you’re happy about?”

“I hope I have another reason to be happy.”

Will sat up a bit, brought his hand behind Rachel’s neck and pulled her down to him. Rachel’s blond hair created a soft shroud around them, shutting out everything else as Will lost himself in the heady pleasure of exploring Rachel’s sweet mouth. Rachel’s kiss was soft and sweet, offering everything, yielding to his advances, relishing in what she had waited so long for. She never wanted that first kiss to end, so she prolonged it, drawing out the sensations, trying to mentally capture every last detail. She gave a sigh as Will steadily applied more pressure, demanding and giving more. Rachel could feel herself getting wet as Will plundered her mouth. When they finally broke the kiss, Rachel was short of breath and Will was smiling in a way that Rachel had never seen before. The young couple stared at each other, trying to find the words to express what was happening, but neither had much success.

“Do you think we should check on Johnny and Danielle, see how those two are fairing?” asked Rachel.

“Sure, I could use some fresh air and a beer anyway.”

With Rachel’s help, Will was able to sit up. When he attempted to stand, the room started to move in strange ways. He would have fallen, but luckily Rachel was there to steady him. Grabbing him around the waist they managed to stay on their feet until Will’s dizziness subsided enough for them to walk.

An angry Lucas blocked their path to the stairs.

“Well if it isn’t the star of the team! So, how do you feel Will?” Lucas said in a voice laced with sarcasm and malice.

Rachel was instantly nervous, but in Will’s state he didn’t know what kind of trouble he was in.

“I’m not feeling too well…” said Will, but that was all he got out before Lucas cut him off.

“Well that’s just GREAT, but let me tell you how I feel. I think one of my teammates has been doing my sister behind my back.” Without saying another word, Lucas pulled his fist back and punched Will in the stomach with all the force he could muster.

“LUCAS NO!” screamed Rachel as she struggled to keep Will upright. As the breath exploded from his lungs, he doubled over and crumpled to the basement floor.

Malcolm heard the scream and headed for the basement.

“Dre! Where’s Johnny?!?” yelled Malcolm.

Andre didn’t have to look long, as Johnny was quickly clearing a path. Dre was on his heels as they tried to catch up with Mal. When they got to the bottom of the basement stairs, they saw Mal attempting to hold Lucas down, and Rachel protectively putting her body between her brother and Will. In the heat of the moment, they weren’t exactly sure what happened, but they did know that they should get Luke out of there. The three boys managed to drag Lucas up the stairs.

Will was gasping for breath, trying to replace the air that had just been knocked out of him. Emma had seen the whole thing, and went to comfort her distraught friends.

Seeing how upset Rachel was, Will tried to get himself under control. “Rachel, I’m okay,” he managed to say between gasps.

“I’m so sorry Will, my brother’s so stupid!” she said as she began to cry.

“He’ll be alright Rachel. Once he catches his breath we should get him upstairs and in one of the bedrooms. He’s had a rough night, and I’d say after that little scuffle this party is officially over,” said Emma.

After a minute or two Will was able to get up, and with Rachel and Emma holding him up they made it up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. Once Will was situated on the bed, Rachel started to get upset all over again.

“I’m sorry Will. I should probably go deal with my brother. I really don’t want to leave you alone, but I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“I’ll deal with your brother Rach,” said Emma.

“But…”

“Don’t argue. You stay with Will, he needs you. I’ll go check on your brother.”

“Thanks Em.”

“Don’t mention it. I’ll call both of your mothers and let them know you’ll be staying the night over here. Don’t worry about a thing. If you need something, just yell until me or one of the twins shows up, okay?”

“Got it.”

Emma softly closed the door behind her. It looked like almost everyone had left. She followed the noise until she found the rest of the boys in the den, and from the sound of it no one was very happy. When she tried to open the door, she only got it open about an inch before she hit an unmovable object, which turned out to be Johnny. “Who’s there?” asked Johnny in a gruff voice.

“It’s me Johnny, can I come in?” Without looking back Johnny opened the door wide enough for her to squeeze inside the room. Danielle was sitting on the ground next to Johnny with her knees tucked under her chin. Lucas was sitting behind the desk flanked by the twins who were glaring at him. Suddenly the room was silent.

“So what’s going on?” asked Emma.

“Nothin, at least till the punk talks,” said Dre.

“I got nothing to say to you guys,” said Lucas in a flat tone, his arms crossed in front of him, defiance written all over him.

“Then we gonna be here all night,” said Malcolm.

“Whatever, but I said I don’t want to talk to you guys about this.”

“Well, if you won’t talk to the guys, will you talk to a girl?” asked Emma in a softer voice. All eyes were suddenly on Emma.

“Guys, could you give me a minute with Luke, alone?” asked Emma. The twins looked each other in the eye for a moment before making a move for the door. Danielle got to her feet and followed them out. Johnny, however, wasn’t budging.

“Johnny, you too,” said Emma.

“I’m not…”

Then Danielle was at his side. “Johnny, come on…” said Danielle as she took his large hand in both of hers. Johnny was suddenly powerless to stop the much smaller girl as she gently pulled him towards the door. Later they would all come to wonder how the smallest girl could so easily move the largest guy with the softest of gestures. Johnny glared at Luke with a look of hate as he backed out of the doorway, shutting the door behind him.

Once they were alone, Luke tried to remain stoic, but Emma could immediately tell that his resolve was weakening. When he looked up at her, he saw beauty, sympathy, and the longest, sexiest legs he had ever seen wrapped in shiny black leather up to the knee. Emma saw her opening and pressed her advantage. She slowly made her way around the desk and sat right in front of him, crossing her legs and leaning forward for best effect.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“You look like someone who needs a friend right now.”

Luke sat in silence, not knowing what to say.

“Is there something you want to talk about? Need to get something off your chest?” As she said the last word, she leaned over just a little more, giving him a good luck at her cleavage. Luke’s eye’s dated back and forth between her face, breasts, and legs, causing him to hesitate before answering.

“No…”

“Well if you don’t want to talk then why don’t you listen, and tell me if I’m right. You’re protective of your sister. You feel betrayed because you told your friends that you didn’t want any of them hooking up with your sister, and now you think one of them has, and that makes you angry.” Lucas said nothing, but looked away.

Emma hopped off the desk, and sat in Luke’s lap, straddling him in the chair. She gently applied pressure to his chin until he turned and looked at her.

In a soft voice, Emma said, “Hey, it’s okay. I admire how you want to protect Rachel, that’s what good brother’s are supposed to do. But you have to accept the fact that you can’t stop her from being with someone. Besides, you know Will is a good guy, and that he’ll treat her right. So why get angry about it?”

Emma saw that she had broken through his last defense. He couldn’t think of an answer, and slowly the anger drained out of him. When he looked into her eyes again, he found that she was smiling back at him.

“You feel better now, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” Emma caught his gaze wondering down.

“I’d like to think that me sitting in your lap has something to do with it. See something you like? Thinking of taking advantage of the situation…” Emma moved herself closer, grinding her crotch into him.

“No, I…I wasn’t, I…” he stuttered in protest.

“Shhhhh, it’s okay. You’ve had a long day, and I shouldn’t have teased you as much as I have. Hmmmm…and you have been a good boy for me since I got rid of everyone else, so maybe you deserve a reward…” To Luke’s amazement, Emma started sliding the hem of her skirt up her thighs until he could see the crotch of her panties.

“Maybe you deserve another treat too…”she said as she slipped the neck of her halter top over her head, exposing her breasts to him. Seeing his hesitation, she grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face down to her breasts. Luke immediately latched onto her left nipple, sucking and licking eagerly as he weighed the other in his hand, feeling the heft of her large tits.

“That’s a good boy,” she cooed as she reached down between them and opened the fly of his jeans. She quickly pulled his hardening prick out into the open and began to vigorously jerk him off. She reluctantly pulled his head away from her now aching tits and started to nibble on his ears.

“Does that feel good?” she playfully asked as she felt his hardon swell in her fist. Luke could only groan in response.

“Don’t hold back if you want to cum. I want you to cum.” Emma teased the tip of his prick as she slid down off his lap and onto her knees in front of him.

“In fact, I want you to cum all over my tits. I want you to cover my tits with your hot, sticky, delicious cum.” Luke was quickly losing control. His hips began to buck, but Emma only jerked him off faster.

“If you’re a very good boy, next time I might let you put it in my mouth. I’ll let you put your nice big cock in my tiny little mouth, and I’ll suck on it until you give me what I want. Do you know what that is? If you put your cock in my mouth, I’ll want you to cum all over my pretty face. Only naughty sluts like cum on their face.” That was all Luke could take. With a cry, he threw his head back and shot his load in the valley of Emma’s big beautiful tits, creating a river of cum that slowly left a sticky trail down her chest. Emma smiled as she milked the last of his cum from his shriveling cock onto her tits.

“That’s a good boy. I like the way you came for me. Maybe that will give you some incentive to behave.”

Back in the guest room…..

Will lay on his back and tried not to think about how much his body hurt. He should have been ecstatic that he was in bed with Rachel, but a concussion has a strange way of clouding your thinking. He was dimly aware of the fact that Rachel was lying next to him, her hand underneath his shirt, languidly stroking his chest.

“Is there anything I can get you Will? Anything I can do to make you feel better?” she asked innocently.

In his naiveté, he missed the innuendo, or maybe it was the concussion again.

“I don’t know, the trainer already gave me some painkillers, but they don’t seem to help much.”

“Maybe you’ll feel better if I kiss your booboos,” she said with a sweet, innocent smile. She proceeded to gently kiss his wrist, and then his forehead, before moving down and planting a kiss on his lips. Will was again amazed by their softness, how gentle she was, yet how good it felt as her mouth seemed to melt into his.

“Feel better now?”

“I don’t remember injuring my lips.”

“You better watch it mister! See if I ever kiss you again!” she said in mock anger.

“I do feel better though. I guess you just have the magic touch.”

“Of course I do.”

“Would you mind applying your magic touch to my last booboo?”

“You only had to ask…”

With that, Rachel lifted his t-shirt out of the way and applied her lips to his stomach. Her kisses were long, and feather light. She made her way around his abdomen with agonizing slowness, making sure to cover every square inch of his body with her lips. Will managed to lie still under her gentle assault, but Rachel could tell she was getting to him as his muscles quivered under her touch. Will felt as if every nerve in his body was awake and on fire, each inch of flesh hoping to be the next to feel her ministrations. Rachel thought she could practically hear Will’s heart beating.

Taking things a step further, Rachel began to massage Will’s rapidly growing cock through his jeans, feeling his length, his cock straining to be let loose. Will moaned his pleasure and frustration, yearning for more.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“Yes…”

“Just wait. You haven’t even felt my magic touch yet.”

Rachel continued to kiss down his stomach, moving ever closer to her goal as she deftly opened his jeans and brought his cock out into the open. He was already quite large, and still seemed to be getting harder.

“What a beautiful cock.”

Rachel didn’t have anything to compare it to, but to her it was perfect. She rested the side of her face against his groin and took the base of his cock in her hand. Pointing it at her mouth, she began to lazily run her tongue around the tip of his cock, coating it with saliva, sampling the taste of his skin, lapping up the drops of precum slowly dripping out of him. After deciding she liked the feel of it, she moved down a fraction of an inch and wrapped her lips around his head, kissing him, sucking gently as she continued to lick tentatively. It took every ounce of Will’s resolve not to move his hips and burry himself deeper in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She removed him from her mouth and looked up at him with uncertainty.

“Am I doing it okay?”

“It feels great, please don’t stop.”

Smiling with pride at bringing him pleasure, she resumed her almost passive sucking, only allowing his tip into her mouth. His moans gave her confidence, so she decided to take more of his length, sliding her lips further down until she felt like she was going to gag. With surprise, she found that there were still several inches of meat that she hadn’t managed to get into her mouth. She didn’t want to try and take him into her throat (after all, she’d never blown a guy before), but she was determined to make her first blow job as good for him as it could be. She came up for a breath of air and began to firmly jerk him off. Once she had caught her breath, she began to bob her head faster and faster, sucking him with renewed enthusiasm. She relished the feeling of power it gave her, knowing that Will was completely under her control, gasping in pleasure. He began to roll his hips in time with her motions as he moved closer and closer to his release. Will’s senses were inundated with pleasure. Never in his life had anything felt like this. He ran his fingers through her soft blond locks, feeling their silky softness caress his thighs while her soft lips slipped over the head of his cock.

Will began to shake, his orgasm almost upon him. He thrust his hips into the air, unable to control his lust any longer, all thoughts of anything else but his cock were lost. Rachel attempted to keep up with his movements, but was having some difficulty. Only his hands on her head kept her mouth in contact with him. His thrusts became so erratic that they ended up rolling onto their sides, but still Rachel kept sucking him into her mouth. When he couldn’t hold back any longer, he pulled her head to him as he thrust more deeply into her, burying more and more of himself inside of her. Rachel felt stuffed as she tried to open wider to accommodate him, but soon his thrusts were pushing his cock part way down her throat. Instead of her blowing him, he was now fucking her mouth. What had started as a soft and gentle sucking, had turned into an aggressive face fucking, as Will held her in place and plundered her with his thickness. To her surprise, she felt herself getting wetter. Rachel submissively let him use her for his pleasure. It thrilled her to totally give up control, to let him take her any way he wanted. She shivered as she broke out in goosebumps, loving the feel of him punishing her soft lips, claiming ownership of her mouth with his thick cock over and over. With one last ragged breath, he pulled her face into his groin, forcing his entire length down her throat, and shot his cum in a series of powerful spurts. Rachel grabbed him and pulled him tighter to her as she used her throat muscles to swallow his cum, massaging the head of his cock buried deep in her.

When he was finally finished, Rachel dislodged his shrinking cock from her throat and gasped for air. She had a glassy, satisfied look in her eyes that Will did not quite understand. In fact, he felt terrible about being so rough with her, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Oh my gosh, Rachel I’m so sorry! I couldn’t stop, I should have told you I was about to cum. Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Jesus, I’ll never…”

Rachel cut him off by attacking him, kissing him all over his face and neck.

“Oh god Will, I loved it. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Really? I mean, you don’t mind that I came in your mouth?”

“I loved it. I love that you couldn’t stop yourself, that I MADE you cum like that.”

“Wow, I uhhh, I…”

“God Will, you’re probably going to think I’m a slut now, but I can’t help how I feel. Whenever I suck you, you can come any way you want, I don’t care as long as you cum.”

“Okay, but wasn’t I a little rough at the end? Did that bother you? I can totally be more gentle…”

“But I don’t want you to be, don’t you get it? I want you to do what you want to me. I didn’t mind it at all. I mean, if you had asked me before if I would have liked it that way, I probably would have said no, but now it’s different. I don’t know if I can explain it, it’s just all such a new feeling for me.”

“I guess it is for both of us. Next time, just tell me if you don’t like something, okay?”

“So you think there’s going to be a next time…”

“Oh, well, I just thought that, you know…”

“I’m just teasing you Will. In fact, it looks like you’re ready for your next time right now.” Will’s cock was again standing at attention, ready for another round.

“I think it’s time you got acquainted with the rest of my body, don’t you think?”

Will could only sit back and watch the show. Rachel started by peeling the tube top over her head, revealing her perky tits. She was only a B cup, but Rachel was a slender girl, and they seemed to fit her body nicely. Her creamy skin had started to flush with her excitement, which was evidenced by her pink nipples jutting out proudly, begging for attention. She cupped her breasts in her hands, tweaking her nipples, showing Will how sensitive they were. Rachel had always thought she would be embarrassed stripping in front of a guy, but the look of admiration in his eyes gave her confidence. Adopting a sultry smile, she turned around so she was facing away from him, and looked back over her shoulder as she slowly lowered the waistband of her low rise pants. Will watched as more and more of her was exposed to him, with only the thinnest of strips of material dividing her body, hiding her treasures from him. The pink material was so wet that it appeared to be almost transparent. Rachel kicked her pants off and climbed back onto the bed, straddling Will, wearing nothing more than a silky thong that was wet through with her juices. She stretched out her small body over his larger frame, pressing her hard nipples into his smooth chest as she offered her mouth to his. She skillfully began removing his clothing between kisses, so she could feel more of his skin against hers. Suddenly she increased the intensity, kissing Will harder, deeper. She began to grind her silk covered pussy against Will’s hardness. She was so wet that even through her thong, her wetness lubricated his cock, making it easier for their bodies to slide against each other.

Will tried to explore her as best he could, but was hampered by his sprained wrist. Sensing his distress, Rachel began to nibble and suck at his throat, working her way up his body until she closed her lips around a large part of his ear, sucking it into her mouth, swirling her tongue all around setting Will on fire.

She whispered into his ear, “Just lie back and enjoy this, let me do all the work.”

She lifted her body enough to move her thong to the side, exposing her slit to Will. She lowered herself again, and began to rub her sopping pussy up and down the underside of Will’s cock, coating it with her wetness. Will marveled at the heat of her pussy, the incredible warmth and the slippery wetness that was now all over his cock. When he was nice and wet, Rachel moved forward and reached behind, grasping his cock.

“I can’t wait any longer, I need your cock in me now.”

She aimed his head at her opening, and slowly but steadily fed his length into her body. Her lips stretched around the head, protesting a bit before allowing him to penetrate deeper into her body. Her breath caught in her throat as she was entered for the first time, her body opening up as his cock invaded her, stretching her until she felt as if she could not be any more full. She began to rock back and forth a few times, taking a little more of him with each thrust of her hips. She built up a steady rhythm, working his cock in and out of her now willing cunt, squeezing him tight as she moved forward, and welcoming him back when she rocked back. Will was content to let her work her hips, controlling the depth of the penetration.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum, okay? You’ll have to pull out, I’m not on the pill”

Will could only nod his head in reply. Rachel was already so hot that she couldn’t last very long. She placed her hands flat on his chest and began to move her hips faster and faster, sawing his cock back and forth as she sped toward orgasm. Will could feel her cunt begin to spasm. Her movements lost coordination as she began to come, her hips moving erratically. Will pulled her down into a hard kiss, stifling her scream. At the same time, he began to smoothly thrust up into her, bringing her off again and again. Her orgasm seemed to last forever, one after another, her orgasms came until she was delirious with pleasure. Will’s thrusts started to go deeper and deeper into her, keeping her fire burning and building his at the same time. After a few minutes of pleasantly screwing Rachel’s brains out, Will knew he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Rachel, I’m getting close.”

Rachel jumped off of his pole and pulled on his cock hard and fast, her hand nearly a blur as his slippery cock nearly flew through her fist.

“Cum for me baby,” and he did. Rachel aimed his spurting cock at her mouth, catching most of his cum on her tongue. When he settled down she closed her lips over the end and sucked the last few drops out. Will was so sensitive and she sucked so hard that he passed out for a moment, his senses too overloaded to handle what she was doing. Satisfied and exhausted, Rachel curled up next to her new man, through an arm and a leg over his body and promptly fell asleep. Her waiting for Will was finally over.