Morning After

Morning After
(071028-071029)

When Jonathon Cooper woke on the Sunday after his birthday party it was three past twelve and he was thanking whatever deity existed that the room's curtains were thankfully closed. He wasn't entirely sure about how much alcohol he had consumed the night before, but he assumed it was a lot. This was supported by the state of his bedroom and the massive, pounding headache he was sporting. The headache was a no-brainer. Jonathon was no stranger to excessive drinking and the dryness of his mouth combined with his screaming headache simply attested to his assumption that he had had a wild night. His bedroom was in a shambles. It was sort of disappointing really, his apartment was usually immaculate and judging by the state of his sleeping quarters, he had not only been well and truly fucked, but he had destroyed his furniture in the process.

"Oh fuck." he muttered.

His usually immaculate work desk had papers strewn haphazardly over the surface. His pen holder had been upended, numerous pens littering the floor and desktop. His laptop was thankfully away getting upgraded, but his poor, suffering books were less fortunate. The pile of current reading material that usually sat perched on the right side of his desk had been pushed to the floor and he had to wince as he noticed how some of his paperbacks were awkwardly arranged, the pages bent back and folded against themselves.

His desk however, fared the best out of all of his furniture. His dresser drawers had been pulled out and clothes were strewn haphazardly around the room. His jeans from the night before were thrown across the top of the dresser, the heavy fabric covering a couple of bottles of alcohol from the night prior. One of the bottles were completely knocked over, the head of the bottle hanging over the edge, a dark stain marring his cream coloured carpet. The pile of bottle caps arranged in a rough shaped pyramid near the left leg of his jeans were a visible testament to his excessive drinking.

His dark blue button-up shirt was draped over his work chair, weighed down by his heavy, leather belt. The chair itself looked a little worse for wear, the back of it tilting at an unnatural angle as another, half-full bottle of alcohol lay on the seat, this time completely upright, preventing another stain. A pair of female jeans accompanied his shirt and belt, the torn hem of the leg visible beneath the vast expanse of the sapphire silk that made up his shirt.

The cushioned, recliner in the corner of his room, usually reserved for reading only, was also in a similar state of disarray. Jonathon smiled to himself as he absently stroked the silky strands of hair to his right as he sat up, surveying the state of his room. The blue, patterned reading chair was balancing a plate on its wide armrest, the remnants of what appeared to be fruit on the plate. The plate was accompanied by clothes, a bright red scrap of cloth slung over the back while a lacy, forest green bra was hung over the other armrest. In front of the chair was a pair of black heels, half pushed underneath the chair, the front of them partially concealed.

All in all it looked like he had been fucked within in an inch of his life in everywhere possible. There appeared to be no flat surface that was spared and it was with some sense of satisfaction (and a raging morning erection) that Jonathon turned to his companion. This was probably a mistake, he eventually realised as he stared down at the girl, his hung-over brain taking a couple moments to register the situation.

Three months prior to his twenty-first birthday Jonathon's older sister, Éponine had (after a long string of failed relationships and four divorces), broken up with Lilith Borgia. Now Lily was a lovely girl and if Éponine had to have an experimental lesbian relationship, than Lily was the perfect girl. Jonathon had liked Lily so much that he had kept in touch with her after the failure of their relationship. Lily however, had been apprehensive about attending Jonathon's birthday and after a little bullying on Jonathon's behalf agreed to attend. She would however, only attend if she could be escorted by her youngest cousin. Jonathon quickly acquiesced.

Who knew her attendance would end with them together in bed? Lily was going to kill him. She was going to hunt him down and string him up by his balls if she found out that he had his filthy fingers on her precious, perfect cousin. And if he remembered correctly Lily came from a large, over-protective family comprised of mostly males. Lily was one of nineteen cousins and fourteen of these cousins and siblings were male. Jonathon was fairly sure that his hide was damned to Hades.

Pity, because she really was a pretty little thing. She was laying on her side, facing the opposite direction, her hair fanning out behind her, tickling his chest. She had her right hand tucked underneath her pillow while her left lay stretched out across his pale green sheets. The blankets were pushed down to the edge of the bed and she was stretched out enough for him to get an intriguing glimpse of a tattoo on her inner wrist. Jonathon glanced over his shoulder at the clock. He was a lot slower at processing things than normal and three minutes ticked past before he realised that it was already seventeen past twelve. He took a long, hard look at the girl beside him before he decided to follow his body's advice.

Jonathon wiped his palm on the bed sheets before bringing it up to his mouth to lick. He had lube somewhere but he was a little too fatigued to find it. He wrapped his fingers around his cock, wincing slightly as he felt the slightly wet skin of his palm come in contact with the chaffed, raw skin of his penis. It appeared that they had fucked long and hard the night before. With a precise, practised tug, he dragged his hand up his penis, his balls loosening a little. It took another slow, almost painful tug for his balls to tighten again and it was then that a nefarious, perverted idea occurred to him.

Jonathon quietly pushed the covers down to his ankles before swinging himself around to straddle her legs. He paused; afraid his movement had woken her. She shifted slightly but didn't wake. She slept on and Jonathon eased her legs apart a little so that he could rest his right leg there to support himself, straddling only her left leg. His left hand came to her side, his thumb pressing firmly against her side as he traced circles against her side. After a few minutes of this (and nestling his sore cock between her buttocks) he felt confident enough to curl his left hand around her side and gently slide her lower body up off the bed. She whimpered a little and shifted, the curve of her back arching a little.

He wrapped the fingers of his right hand around his penis and after a couple of minutes of strained, careful breathing, he guided himself inwards a little. He hissed as the head of his penis slid in. She was still slick from the night before and he pulled back a little before pushing in again, this time moving in a little further. He repeated this a couple of times, pulling out before pushing in a little more until he was finally fully lodged. He grimaced once he was done. She was strangely tight and it mustn’t have been very comfortable for her and Jonathon briefly entertained the idea of waking her before dismissing it entirely. He had already started molesting her, might as well finish what he started.

She felt incredible, her cunt squeezing down on him as he rolled his hips forward. He pulled out completely before sliding back in with a little more force. He continued pulling out and pushing in before he heard a startled murmur. He almost froze completely before rolling his hips forward cautiously. He could feel her press back against him and he cursed underneath his breath as she began to wake and alter her position. She felt good and he wasn't ready to be crucified for molesting a sleeping body.

"Jesus, can't a girl go five minutes without being fucked doggy style?" She muttered to himself as he stopped completely. She arched upwards, dragging her legs into a bent position and rolling onto her stomach. She propped herself up on her elbows and he blinked. Her long, dark hair draped over her shoulders and the position allowed her the muscles in her back to change and he felt the little moisture in his mouth flee as he watched the tightening of her butt cheeks.

"Are you going to continue or what?" She looked at him over her shoulder, her hair shifting out of the way. Her make-up was smudged and her lips were dry and cracked. She had dark circles under her eyes and the love bite on the back of her neck appeared rather lewd and inappropriate, particularly in the muted sunshine of his bedroom. Jonathon rolled his hips forward, causing the bed to jerk a little from the movement. He pulled out some more before pushing back in, his hips pushing against her butt cheeks. He could feel her inner muscles clamp down on him.

"How much do you remember?" He asked.

"Most of it. You?"

"Very little."

"A little harder. Well it was rather acrobatic."

"I can imagine. What happened to my office chair? Like that?"

"A little harder. I've got a talented tongue and you got a little excited."

"Like this? What about my dresser? All the drawers are pulled out."

"You were looking for your ties, something about teaching me a lesson. You didn't find them. We're going to have to switch positions, this doesn't do much."

Jonathon pulled out completely and moved away as she rolled over. With a low, muttered curse, Jonathon slid his end table drawer open and pulled out a condom packet. She blinked in surprise as he straddled her legs again, this time while she was on her back. He pulled the packet open with his teeth and his blunt nails and tossed the wrapper aside. He winced awkwardly as he slid it down his aching erection, the application lacking finesse but after a few minor adjustments, fitting perfectly. She pushed her hips upwards and with a low, strangled moan he slid in again.

They moved awkwardly at first and after a few near misses they picked up something that resembled a momentum. Jonathon kept his hands on her hips trying to help with her movements while hers fiddled with her hair. Jonathon paused for a moment to watch her, her long, thin fingers tangled in her dark hair. She frowned at him as he stopped, his fingers digging into her hips while he inspected her.

"You're prettier than Lily." He told her, as he came to a sudden conclusion.

"Thanks." She answered as she shifted, her legs coming around his back, her ankles locking together. This seemed to be a favourable angle for her because she closed her eyes and moaned low, and long, her back arching up off the bed. Jonathon pushed his hips forward, his fingers gripping her hips while he pulled out and pushed back in. She eventually unhooked her ankles and Jonathon removed his left hand from her hip.

"Up." He told her nudging the leg that was on his left hand. She obeyed quickly, her leg coming high in the air. The crease of her knee aligned itself with his shoulder and her hands came down her sides to fist at the bed sheets while her leg was hoisted onto his shoulder. The fingers of his left hand dug into her knee while he held her leg in place, altering the angle that he was thrusting at.

Her right hand came up to rest on his left hand as she began to move against him, her hips arching up against his stomach. Her nails scratched at the back of his knuckles as he sped up the movement of his hips. She untangled her left hand from her hair and brought the finger tips up to her mouth. She sucked her fingers into her mouth, a strangely sensual move considering her chapped, dry lips and slightly swollen upper lip. She removed her hand from her mouth and brought her saliva wet fingers to her left breast.

She moaned lowly as her fingers circled her nipple. Her eyes were closed and her chest was moving up and down appealingly. Her fingers moved to cup her breast and Jonathon watched with interest as her fingers tried to fit the whole breast into her hand. Her hand wasn't big enough and Jonathon brought his right hand up to swat her own away before letting his hand cup her left breast himself.

It was a little heavy, but it fit his hand perfectly, his fingers curling around it while her large, pointed nipple burned itself into the palm of his hand. She laid her hand over the top of his, her nails scratching the back of his palm lightly as she muttered words of encouragement, his hips moving against her own faster. She started to move her own hips a little faster and with a low, raspy moan she arched off of the bed. Her breast forced itself further into his hand and he assumed she orgasmed, her inner vaginal muscles clamping down on him.

It was strangely painful, his hips pushing further into her as he came. The pain was strangely appeasing, the raw, chaffed flesh of his cock aching again as he thrust against her a few more times. He eventually pulled out completely and laid himself down on top of her, his spent cock pressing against her thigh. He tried not yawn as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. She brought her hands up to stroke his hair and he knew it mustn’t have been very comfortable for her. He was lying half on her, half off and he could feel his stomach bearing down hard on her hip bone and she wasn't complaining.

Her chest was pressed against his own and he revelled in the feel of her breasts beneath him, her hair tickling his cheek as he took a cautious sniff of her neck. She smelt like sweat, sex and faintly of perfume. Jonathon could feel himself drifting off and he considerately shifted himself to make it more comfortable for her. He rolled onto his side, dragging her into the curve of his front as he kissed her shoulder while she settled herself.

"You're a nasty, hot fuck baby, I'll give you that." He told her once she had settled against him comfortably.

"The name's Frankie."