Twenty-One

Twenty-One
Chapter Seven
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"Yay, brand new record. I'm putting you at five and a half minutes." Francesca said to him as she rose, wiping the back of her mouth as she stood, her breasts bouncing as she moved.

"Drunk peeple dunt operate swell." He told her.

"You're right. Some drunks can't even get it up." She agreed, nodding as Jonathon tried not to hang his head in shame at his piss poor performance.

"Exactly. I got it up." Jonathon proclaimed proudly as he took another drink from the whiskey bottle.

Francesca chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand as she did so. Jonathon frowned at her, a little drowsy as he took another sip of whiskey.

"Are you maaaking fun of me?" Jonathon slurred, surprised by his sudden inability to form coherent sentences.

"Maybe, just a little." She tried not to giggle as he glared at her, clearly offended.

"That'z not nice." He said as he stumbled to his feet, dragging his body up as he stumbled over to the dresser. Francesca watched with interest as he began to pull drawers out, rummaging in their depths. Clothes tumbled out of the drawers as he searched for his quarry.

"What are you looking for?" She asked as she sat on his bed, her fingers running along the dark green comforter. Jonathon turned to her, his mercury coloured eyes narrowed as he watched her.

"My ties." He replied as he began to search through a different drawer.

"Why?" She asked curiously, her fingers toying with the embroided surface of the bed covers.

"Ta teach ya a leshon." He told her as his scraped audibly along the bottom of the drawer. Francesca straightened with interest as she looked at him.

"Oh, a little light bondage, how fun." She asked as she readjusted herself, leaning forward to spread herself across his sheets. She lifted her calves up as she rested, swinging them through the air.

"Rapidly loosing interest." She informed him as Jonathon opened another drawer, his sock drawer, and began to pull out his clothes.

"Hush." He told her as he began to pull put his various pairs of socks.

"Still loosing interest." She said, her calves swinging through the air, her fingers threaded together to form a platform for her chin while she watched him.

"Argyle." He muttered as he unearthed a pair of blue and red argyle patterned socks.

"Do I need to the play the I'm-a-former-cheerleader card?" She asked, causing Jonathon to abandon his search to watch her with renewed interest.

"Really?" He asked curiously.

"No, but I know cheerleaders and it seems to get them a substantial amount of booty." She replied.

"I've met a couple of cheerleaders in ma time and none were all tooo nice." Jonathon told her.

"Lily's a cheerleader."

"Lily's a sweetheart." He answered fondly as he abandoned his search for his ties and sauntered over to her.

"Yeah, she's a doll." Francesca answered smiling.

"You look a lil' like a doll." Jonathon told her as he sat on his bed, causing Francesca to roll onto her back to accommodate him

"I hated dolls growing up. They scared me." She admitted, her hand reaching out to toy with the hem of his blue dress shirt.

"I hate me mum's porceleeen dolls."

"Yeah, they're scary." She agreed, arching her back up so her left hand could scratch at her back. Jonathon watched with interest as her breasts were thrust upwards towards him.

"Give me five minutes." He told her as he moved, carefully manoeuvring himself so he could straddle her waist. He tried to keep his hips up, careful to rest his weight on his knees so as not to crush her.

"I hate being on the bottom." She muttered as Jonathon leant down to kiss her.

"Oh, mother fucker." He cursed as their teeth crashed together. Francesca winced and Jonathon tried not to smack himself as he felt the pain in his jaw.

"That hurt me more than it hurt you, I can assure you." Francesca brought her hand up to massage her jaw, her fingertips pressing against her chin.

"Sorry. Let's try that again." He told her, the pain sobering him a little. He leant forward, trying his hardest not to hit her again.

"Owww." Jonathon muttered as once again, their teeth hit.

"You lean left I'll lean right." Jonathon followed her order and after a few seconds of hesitation, they managed to smack into eachother again.

"I meant my left." She snarled, pulling back when Jonathon leant forward again. She hestiated briefly before visibly tilting her head in the inverse direction and leaning up a little to kiss him. Jonathon tried to pull back a little, her tongue pushing against his lips, forcing him to part them. He took a deep breath in through his nose as she tentatively pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of his mouth.

Jonathon pressed himself more firmly against her, his knees aching as his hands gripped her waist. She whimpered against him, causing him to loosen his fingertips as she slung her arms around his neck, pulling her body up against him as her tongue traced the ribbed surface of the roof of his mouth.

The fingers of her left hand threaded through the baby hairs at the back of his neck while she brought her right hand to the placket of his button-up. Jonathon drew away first, sucking in a deep breath between his clenched teeth. Francesca sild her left hand away from his hair and she pushed at his shoulders, forcing him back.

Her fingers gripped the hem of his shirt near the buttons and with a practised twist of her wrist managed to pull his buttons apart. His placket came apart easily, the buttons sliding through their allocated holes as she tugged at the cloth.

"That's cool." He told her.

"Practice." She replied simply as she eased the shirt off his shoulders, peeling the fabric away from his skin as the silk stuck to the sweat on his back. Jonathon helped ease it off of his arms, throwing it across the room.

Francesca whistled lowly, her fingertips trailing down his chest, moving from his collarbone to his sternum and down towards his bellybutton. She dragged her fingertips along his navel, her nails scratching at the skin. Her hand veered to the side, her fingertips tracing over the tattoo on his right hip.

"Pretty." She murmured as Jonathon pulled her leg up to his hip, his fingers gripping her knee as he pushed his hips downwards. Francesca brought a hand up to squeeze his shoulder; her finger nails digging into the skin on his deltoid.

"Fuck." He muttered, sliding her leg around him.

"Not without a condom." She told him as she pulled her hand away, wincing as she noted the little, crescent shaped marks her nails left.

"Will do." Jonathon eased himself off of her, her leg sliding back to the mattress as he sluggishly climbed off the bed to rummage for a condom. He usually kept a packet of condoms in his drawer as a precaution and he vaguely remembered stocking up recently.

He tore the little silver packet open as he moved back onto the bed, he straddled her waist again as he pushed the condom out of its case. Francesca pushed her knees apart further to accommodate him, pushing herself up on her elbows.

"Did you want me to?" She asked as he winced, his fingers grazing his erection rather painfully.

"Yeah." He told her, handing her the condom. She eased it onto him, careful not to hurt him as she sat up. Jonathon closed his eyes as he felt the lubricated latex slide down onto him.

"Thanks." He told her as he leant down to kiss her, carefully tilting his head to the left. Their teeth clashed again and both pulled back painfully.

"My left." She muttered as she rubbed at her jaw as she lay back down again.

"Sorry." He muttered, a dull ache settling in his jaw. He leant down to kiss her again, leaning slightly to the right. Their lips pressed together and Jonathon pulled her knee up again, to rest it against his hip. Francesca slung her leg around him while Jonathon reached behind him. He grappled around for a few moments before his fingers caught the corner of one of his pillows.

Jonathon gripped the fabric of his pillow case and dragged it towards him; he tapped his fingers on her waist, pulling her pelvis up to slide the pillow beneath her.

"Ready?" He asked as he angled her hips up, his cock poised at her entrance.

Francesca gripped his arms, her fingernails digging in as she closed her eyes and nodded. Jonathon brushed the back of his nails along her cheek, murmuring softly as he pushed his hips forward. Francesca drew in a deep breath and Jonathon ceased motion as he waited.

"Go." She told him, her eyes watering a little.

"You alright?" He asked, concerned as he rolled his hips against hers experimentally, trying not t hurt her.

"You're a little thicker than I anticipated." She answered as she wiggled a little.

"Nice to know." He said absently as he gripped the thigh pressed against her hip while she pulled her hair away from her neck, her free hand fanning at her neck. Jonathon watched the fluttering of her fingers as he peeled his hips away from hers before slamming forward again.

"Fuck." He muttered as he moved against her rhythmically. Francesca held her hair away from her neck with one hand as she used her other to grip his shoulder. She eventually released her hair and used her now free hair to push herself upwards as his hips continued to move against hers. She dragged herself upwards into a somewhat awkward kneel as she pressed her chest up against him.

"Oh hello." He muttered as he began to layer hot, open mouth kisses against her neck and shoulder. Francesca pressed herself closer as Jonathon continued to roll his hips against hers.

"Oh.... fuck, yes baby... there." Francesca muttered as Jonathon pulled her a little closer and began to kiss at her shoulder. He pulled as close as possible, her lips hot near his ear as he nipped at her shoulder before finding a particularly sensitive spot to place a hickey.

"Are you giving me a love bite?" She panted, her fingers clawing against his back. Jonathon pulled his lips away from her shoulder as he answered.

"Yeah." He answered.

"How very, tenth grade first date." She murmured.

"Shut up." He told her as she began to rock against him, her hips rolling against his own.

They kept moving together, Francesca murmuring various vulgarities by form of encouragement. Jonathon panted heavily as she curled her tongue around his earlobe, tugging on it gently.

"Fuuuuck." Jonathon muttered as he felt his balls tense up. Francesca rolled her hips against his a final time and he muffled his low groan in her shoulder, nipping at the skin there as he came, ceasing movement completely.

"Shhh baby, it's okay." She patted his hair comfortingly and he lifted his head off of her shoulder.

"You haven't...."

"Maybe in the morning."


The End

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Thanks Cancan for pointing out the mistake, it's all fixed now.
Love always,
LMP.