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Growing

Lily wasn’t really sure what was going on with her decision making abilities while she was pregnant, but they were a bit screwy. She had been moved to make this bad decision by a series of smaller ones. Her brain knew that she had come here on a very specific mission and yet it was currently overcome. It was unable to provide helpful information other than Oh my god, it’s so big.

“You thought I was small because of that day by the lake, didn’t you?” Severus suddenly asked, voice full of smugness in the question. It was like he knew that her body was reckoning with being so full as he slowly inched the massive thing into her a little more with each small thrust. She should be reckoning with the fact she was betraying her husband. Instead there was only jaw dropping, brain emptying thickness splitting her open.

This whole month of her pregnancy her pussy had felt like a swollen throbbing beacon. Sex was her every thought, every dream. She was never not in the mood. Every caress of her sex was like scratching an itch that was never ending. Now she was dripping with eager excitement in this bad decision she was making. Bent over the back of his sofa, thinking about how full she was, how deeply that itch was being scratched, and not particularly about James.

“Merlin, woman. Listen to you. Does your husband never fuck you?” He asked with satisfaction after she had cried out when he reached his hand around her to pet her clit. With the little promise of pleasure her body had relented and let him press that last inch inside.

Lily did not know what to say to that. James did fuck her, but wasn’t around very much lately. He was always off Order of the Phoenix-ing and telling her she could not join him because of her “condition”. It meant alot of being bored, alot of masturbating angrily when he didn’t come home when he said he would. Then grief and terror when the hours passed and she imagined him dead, then anger again when he showed up with Sirius drunk as a skunk, from too much celebration over a victory.

Knowing what to say to Severus’s jabs at James was a moot point at this juncture as forming sentences was not going to happen. It was just. so. thick. She felt herself clinging to his length each time he withdrew, felt torn open again when he replaced it. She was sure she was a little torn, there was a stinging pain, intertwining with the pleasure. A problem for later. Her hormones had been running wild through her and they demanded this violence. Wanted her own destruction.

Severus was right of course. He usually was, annoying git. She had assumed he was small. That horrible day, the end of their friendship, she had seen- they had all seen… and it had been wrong of James to do it. It had been the cherry on top of the mudblood comment. Not only had Severus hurt her, but what she had seen while James stripped him had moved him into the category of pitiable creature to her. She had been so naive then, they all had. Of course, as an adult woman she knew that some men grew after they became aroused, not before. But Jame’s cock was always at his steadfast just above average length and width. Or so she had been told by James himself, for she had not seen over many penises.

Now, the truth that she had been so wrong was a fact she was being forced to consider with every bloody centimetre. This cock was more of a stretch than the stretch it would take to figure out how she got herself into this situation.

When it had come up that someone close to him should go see if they could find out if he was a death eater now, she had volunteered without even casting a consulting glance at her husband. So many months of doing nothing, checking in on a former friend who has been seen in public with suspected dark wizards was hardly a mission she was too frail to perform. James was as angry as if she had volunteered to take out He-who-must-not-be-named himself with a toothpick and teaspoon as her only weapons. He had yelled. It had been ugly.

Lily had failed to see how it was going to be a problem. She knew that Severus’ father had recently passed and that he had inherited the house and moved back into her parents' neighborhood. That was all the pretense she needed. To go by and see how he was doing. She hadn’t expected him to be so transformed.

When he answered the door, it had not been the string bean with oily hair and old clothes who answered the door. He had very suddenly become a man, it seemed to Lily as he opened the door to his house. He was transformed, new clothing, well kept. She supposed being best friends with a Malfoy had a dress code.

There had been a few tense back and forths between them, but while he intimated he had no interest in seeing her, he did not close the door. Intent on her spying mission she had kept up pressure at forcing a reconciliation, all the while keeping track of his newfound confidence, his cocky kind of air when he showed her the changes he had begun making to the run down house she had seen only a couple of times while they were kids.

She tried to pry into his life, asking about his job and everything she could think of without asking outright. Severus was too clever for this kind of direct approach she realized too late. She felt like the one under observation, his eyes were burning her with their direct stare, like he could see inside her. She hoped he was just surprised to see her. When he tried to get her to leave she let herself give him her full bright smile. Let her eyes twinkle. It was as close as she would dare go to flirting with him. She immediately felt guilt about it, for trying to exploit feelings she knew full well he had before.

She had almost left. She had almost walked right out the door when he started flirting back. The worst thing about it was that when she responded, it didn’t come from the calculated spy’s intentions, but instead it came from something much lower in her body; that pesky ache that would never cease its wanting. Why had she needed attention today? Needed it extra badly that James was giving her the silent treatment.

One small bad decision to flirt after another and as they were saying goodbye he very suddenly pulled her into an unexpected hug. His hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers parting the strands of her hair too intimately. The hold was too close and when he had pulled her away from him and locked eyes with her. She knew full well what the eyes were asking, and she knew that if she did not pull away that he would take her stillness as a yes to his silent question and kiss her.

Her head had been screaming to break away but something deep inside her had a little too much curiosity about a different version of her life. When the distance between their faces slipped away to nothing, his lips ignited a fire inside her hormonal body. Like how sometimes she would just be ravenous to eat everything in their cottage, now she was ravenous for Severus and there was nothing to be done about it. Nothing would stop this very primal urge from having its say.

His hands started grabbing at her like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. No one expects an old friend and flame to show up at their door. Certainly no one expects them to crumple at the slightest attempt at seduction, but here she was acting like the easiest slut that ever lived. As the pretence of leaving was dropped, so was her bag and suddenly this snogging was taking place against the back of the sofa that was on the way to the front door. He had peeled off her denim jacket and she had heard the metal buttons hit the floor nearby.

Severus put her behind up on the back of the sofa so he could part her legs. Lily’s thighs were happy to receive the visiting hands, her sundress provided very easy access to her legs. At her eager mewing he went right to her centre and found that under that growing baby bump she was soaked through her cotton thong already, he moved the damp pittance of fabric out of the way and wasted no time in inserting his middle finger deep inside her.

“I finally have my fingers inside Lily Evans.” He teased into her ear. “Remember that summer when we were fifteen and you were so… horny and angry at everything? You almost let me that day by the pond. Remember?”

“Of course I remember.” She fairly panted as he explored her slick entrance.

“You’re even wetter now than you were as a ready teen.”

“Hormones.”

“Here I thought you were here to poke around and ask questions for that club your husband is part of and now I see why you’re really here. You want to be fucked, and your prig of a husband isn’t doing it for you.”

“That’s not true.” Lily had tried to assert but her voice quavered as her old friend's long fingers had begun rhythmically plunging in and out of her. Then she moaned in a way she had not done during sex in quite some time. The moral wrongness about what she was doing, mixed with her body’s needs made her feel quite unhinged. She forgot about Severus’ unkind assertions and reached to grab his cock through his trousers.

She palmed him and apparently that was all the permission he needed, he took it out and her jaw fell open. He stroked the massive thing and looked at her while she looked at it. “Merlin, Sev… that’s…huge.”

“Be brave little Gryffindor. You can take it.” Was his teasing reply as he had turned her over so she was bent across the sofa back. Then he had started rubbing the head of this tree trunk up and down her soaking wet slit. When he grabbed her thong and pulled it out of the way she shivered with arousal as he stared at her most intimate places.

“I used to lay in bed upstairs in this house as a sixteen year old imagining this… Trying to guess what the head of my cock would look like surrounded by your pretty copper coloured curls. My imaginings were very accurate I think. Such pretty lips…they look quite nice around me. I take it from your moaning that you want me to put this inside you?”

Saying yes felt too guilty. Lily murmured in a tone of agreement instead as if that was less of a betrayal of her husband. Her mouth hung slack as he made his first press, the head of it alone made her feel full. Some minutes later, when he was fully inside of her and finished with his interrogation confirming she had assumed he was small he kind of started laughing.

“Your asshole of a husband showed most of our year my cock that day… serves him right that it’s in his wife now.” Severus smugly asserted while he fucked her. Lily knew she should tell him to stop saying such things but she found his words made her even more aroused.

His hand came around to her clit again.”Let’s make you come on it, shall we?” He asked rhetorically before increasing his pace. Her moans fell out of her mouth with no stopping them. She had never felt so full before, she had never needed to come so bad in her life. “I have to say, knowing I’m cuckolding your husband makes it really hard not to come right… this… second.” He grunted.

His fingers on her clit in combination with his continuous stretching of her pussy was bringing her to the brink. “Look at me in the mirror over the fireplace. I want to see your eyes as you come on my cock, Mrs Potter.”

She hadn’t noticed the mirror before then. Knowing he had been watching her face this whole time, every slack jawed moment of taking his cock had been carefully observed Lily Potter began having an orgasm. It was big and it didn’t stop. She just kept finding new levels of pleasure as his cock ravished her senseless.

In the mirror she saw a completely wanton woman playing dangerously with her life as she knew it, and the sight should have woken her from her reverie but it did not. Her former friend finding his release inside her should have made her snap out of it, but it did not. She relished the depth of the heat he had just released inside her and as soon as he withdrew she felt it start dripping out of her. He held her still with two hands, pressing her against the sofa, looking at the mess he had made before he let her go.

When she was back on her feet and the lust had begun to fade, she pulled her panties back into place but knew the wadded up wet middle of them would do next to nothing to stop his orgasm from spilling down her leg. She would need to spell it away but first she needed to find her bag and get out of here. She grabbed it and she ran with a hasty goodbye. The guilt flooded in as soon as the tide of lust had gone out.

Halfway down the walk his hand was on her wrist, she yanked it back. He looked at her with squinting eyes. She wondered if ripping her wrist away was too much like another rejection of him. “You forgot your jacket.” He informed, handing the bundle to her, but not releasing his side of the garment.

“Thank you.” She said quickly. Out in the open now, James could be watching, waiting for her. He knew where she was.

“If you ever need… anything.” Severus began and trailed off. He seemed to remember something, a wall he had let down. He stopped speaking. She knew what he meant. She knew where to find him. He released the jacket and turned on his heel and back into his house.

Lily muttered the spell that would clean up the bulk of the slipperiness between her thighs before crossing his garden gate. The spell line for defences on his house must be there for as soon as she crossed it, she heard James whisper to her from under his invisibility cloak.

“You had me worried sick you should have been home half an hour ago.”

Lily remained silent as they walked down the block, but James kept up his whispered questioning. Finally when they were actually a safe distance away to speak she said “People do not just come out and tell you when they are a death eater you know. I was talking to him like an old friend as the mission called for. He showed me the improvements he was making to his house. I do not need a babysitter for this.”

“Well. Is he a Death Eater?”

“I didn’t see any evidence of dark magic in his house.”

“That doesn't mean-“

“I KNOW.” She snapped. Suddenly the baby was moving and she had to stop walking and touch the growing bump. One growing thing at a time. Her growing annoyance at her husband would have to wait. It always seemed like the little one got upset when she did. It fussed inside her, kicking her in the bladder.

James must have noticed her stop and hold her belly for suddenly he stopped yelling, got softer, turned back into the man she loved for a moment.“Are you alright? Is it kicking? I’m sorry about how I’ve been handling this. I just feel so protective of you. If he so much as laid a finger on you I’d kill him.”

A clearing of a throat behind them and Lily’s head snapped up, her eyes widened as she took in Severus having just caught up with them. His eyes peered at the space where James was standing like he could see through the cloak. Of course he couldn’t but James had been speaking too loudly not to be heard if he had been close.

Severus extended his hand out, inside was Lily’s locket. It must have come unclasped somewhere in his house. Her cheeks burned red at looking him in the face beside her hidden husband. “Look what I found… in the pillows…” his eyes watched the space beside Lily as he said it. How like Severus to choose to say pillows instead of cushions. To paint her husband a picture, to provoke him from coming out of hiding.

“Thanks.” She said ungraciously, snapping the precious object out of his open palm.

“I just want to say…” Severus began, purposefully trying to make her sweat, to panic, to reveal her hidden husband. Lily’s mind came up with a hundred endings to that sentence that she wouldn’t want James to hear. Was he about to blow up her life on purpose? His eyes flicked to the empty space Lily was desperately trying not to look over at. “That it was kind of you to visit, and open up to me. I’m glad I got to fill you in on what I’ve been up to. I hope you’ll come again.”

Lily could have choked on all the double meanings. She managed to squeak out a “See you around.” With a passing attempt for a casual smile. It was all lost on James luckily.

“I could go for a drink,” Brian said with a long exhale. You looked over at him, frowning from the passenger seat. “Really? You don’t want to…” You trailed off, disappointed that Brian wasn’t taking you straight home. “Oh, I want to,” Brian chuckled, “but I’d like to take the edge off, first. If you don’t mind, love.” “I…okay,” you relented, swallowing your annoyance. “There’s a decent pub just five minutes from here.” “Lovely,” Brian replied dryly, and put the car in drive.

Mulligan’s was in full swing by the time you and Brian pulled up a few minutes later. You got out of the car, growing more irritable by the minute. Why couldn’t Brian just take you home and fuck you already?

But Brian was easy, putting an arm around you and smiling pleasantly at the bouncer. The two of you found a small table off to the side of the pool tables, adjacent to the bar. “Have a seat, love. I’ll get us some drinks, yeah?” “Sounds good.” You threw your coat over the back of the chair and sat down with a sigh. You watched as Brian’s head bobbed through the crowd towards the bar. The music was playing at a decent volume, but not loud enough to drown out the thoughts in your head. You squirmed in your seat, thinking of Brian’s hand under your skirt. “Fancy running into you here.” The voice made you uncomfortable before you even consciously registered who it belonged to. But you’d know Dan’s familiar drawl anywhere. The sound of it made your stomach churn. Running into him alone would be one thing. But with Brian here? After what had just happened at your parents’ house? Fuck. “How can I help you, Dan?” You sighed, turning your face to him slightly. There was a drink in his hand, which you guessed wasn’t going to make him any less obnoxious (or any more modest). You guessed correctly. “Get rid of your boyfriend,” was his not-so-subtle answer. You rolled your eyes, huffing out another sigh. “I won’t be doing that. Sorry.” Your voice was hard, but that did little to deter him. “Come on, baby. He’s so stuffy. Why don’t you come have some fun?” Dan had a hand on the back of your chair, cornering you against the wall. You sucked in a breath, looking behind him nervously. How long does it take to make two whiskeys, neat? “Brian is anything but stuffy,” you snapped, balling up a fist beneath the table. “Whatever you say, sweetheart,” Dan replied, and downed the rest of his drink. “Fuck off, Dan. For the love of God.” “You know, I meant what I said about your face belonging on the cover of magazines. God, why did I ever let you leave?” Dan reached up to touch your face, but you smacked his hand, hard. He held his hands up in defense, conceding defeat. For now. “Alright, alright. But if you change your mind, bring that pretty little face over to me.” Dan smirked, turning on his heels. You watched in disgust as he walked off to join a group of equally douchey-looking guys at a table across the bar. You didn’t realize how quickly your heart was pounding until Brian slid into the seat across from you. He set down the two whiskeys and gave you an easy smile—one that faded quickly. “What’s wrong, love? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” You toyed with the idea of not telling him. It would only escalate the situation. But you remembered your one and only policy with Brian: honesty. You took a deep breath and jerked your chin in Dan’s direction. “Guess who’s here?” The look of confusion on Brian’s face was quickly replaced with one of recognition as his gaze landed on his blond predecessor. Then, the dark and dangerous glint returned to Brian’s eyes. It thrilled you a little, but it was mostly just terrifying. “Did he say something to you?” Brian’s voice was flat, and sounded more like a statement than a question. “It’s nothing, Brian. He’s drunk and being a dick. Nothing I haven’t seen him do before,” you responded, rolling your eyes in disdain. But Brian wasn’t soothed in the slightest. “If he comes back over here—” “We’ll just leave. Brian? Brian, hey,” you urged, snapping your fingers in front of Brian’s face to get his attention. He looked at you and his glare softened a bit. “I don’t want a scene here. Everyone in this town knows each other, and it’ll get back to my parents.” Brian sighed, but nodded, and that was all you needed to feel a tiny bit better. You might have been able to salvage the evening. But Dan, of course, had other plans. … You and Brian sat talking, sipping your drinks. Even slipping each other a few dirty looks since it was clear neither of you had forgotten what happened earlier in the day. You were about to suggest that you and Brian go home to be alone when Dan interrupted you. You couldn’t see him walking up behind you, but you didn’t have to. The mood change on Brian’s face was enough to tell you he was approaching. Your stomach did a somersault as you turned to face Dan. Once again, he leaned heavily on your chair, cornering you. It made you angry and nervous at the same time. Brian saw this and moved his foot under the table, hooking an ankle around your calf. It was a small gesture, but it reassured you. “Still with the poodle-boy, huh?” Dan was slurring a little. He’d clearly downed more beer since you last saw him. “Can you not do this, Dan? We’re grown adults,” you chastised him, leaning as far away from him as you could. “Yeah, grown adults who should go upstairs and remember why we were together in the first place,” he argued. You scoffed, unable to come up with the right words to properly rebuff him. Brian looked about ready to beat the other man to a pulp. “Remember the good old days? After school, before your parents got home from work?” “Dan, I swear to God—” you began, but Dan reached out a pushed a finger against your lips, shushing you. Before you could react, or even process the audacity of his action, Brian was standing. He shoved Dan’s hand away from your face, teeth bared. “Do not touch her,” Brian growled. Dan looked a little intimidated, and rightfully so. Brian towered over him, angry and threatening. He stepped away from you, leaving you space to get up, which you did quickly. “Do you understand me?” Brian’s voice was low, almost guttural. He wasn’t making a scene, as per your request, but it was scary enough to make Dan take several more steps back. You put your hand on the crook of Brian’s elbow, pulling him back toward you. “Bri, let’s get out of here.” “Yes,” Brian agreed, still glaring at Dan, who was thirty feet away by then. “Out of here.” And Brian was pulling you by the hand through the packed bar. After a couple seconds of ducking through the crowd, you noticed you were headed in the wrong direction. “Brian, the exit’s that way,” you panted, struggling to keep up with Brian’s long strides. “I know that,” was Brian’s response through gritted teeth. But he didn’t change direction, and you only came to a stop once he had pulled you into the men’s bathroom. You heard the lock click behind you, and you whirled around to face Brian. “What the hell are you—” Brian cut you off, kissing you hard on the mouth, stubble scraping your chin. Your body instantly remembered his touch, and everything that happened under the dining table. You moaned softly into his mouth as his arms wrapped around your waist. But, as he gripped the back of your skirt, you remembered where you were. “Brian,” you mumbled against his mouth. “We can’t do this here.” “If you don’t want to…” Brian trailed off, pressing kisses down your neck, to your collarbone. You ran your hands through his hair, fiddling with the curls at the nape of his neck. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away. So, you pulled him back to you, parting his lips with no hesitation. Brian lifted you off your feet a little, just enough to quickly scoot you backwards into the counter. Your feet hit the ground, but only for a second. Brian readjusted his grip on you, and lifted you up onto the fake marble. It was cold on the back of your legs, and you shivered a little. Brian wasn’t shy about running his hands up the tops of your thighs, well past the hem of your skirt. The movement drove you crazy, and you gripped his shoulders tightly. He took the flexing of your hands for what it was—an encouragement, and rubbed at the front of your underwear. “Brian,” you breathed. “Yes?” But you couldn’t find the words to respond, as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric to find your entrance once again. You were already keening for him, with one hand on his wrist. “You belong to me,” Brian told you, pushing a finger into you. Your breath hitched in your throat as the cold metal of his ring moved in and out of you on his finger. “Say it,” he commanded you softly. “Tell them who’s doing this to you.” “You, Brian,” you gasped, hooking your legs around his waist. “Tell me, love. Loud and clear.” “I belong—oh, god—I belong to you, Bri,” you panted, unable to think straight as you neared the event horizon. Brian added another finger, rubbing his palm up and down against your clit. “Just my name, love. Say my name.” You moaned his name, once for every thrust of his fingers into you, until you were nearly in tears from sheer pleasure. After you had bucked your hips into his hand, clawing at his arms, Brian pulled his hand from under your skirt. It was wet, and he took his time in licking each finger. You just stared at him, panting and wanting more. “What do you want now?” Brian asked you, even as someone knocked on the bathroom door. You couldn’t have cared less. You widened your legs for Brian and pulled up your skirt so he could pull your underwear off. You grappled with his belt and zipper to shove his jeans down. Slipped a hand between your legs to guide him to your entrance, aching for him. When Brian finally buried himself inside you, your hips jerked instinctively at the feeling. It was a feeling you had been craving all day, ever since Brian put his hand between your legs under the table. Once you had taken Brian to the hilt, you squeezed lightly around him. This made him shudder, and he bit your shoulder in a wonderful retribution. “He will never touch you again,” Brian groaned into your skin as he slowly backed out of you. Then— “Because he could never touch you like I do.” And Brian thrust into you, hard, making your legs go weak. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you there, on the bathroom counter, as someone grew increasingly impatient outside. The knocks on the door were becoming more frequent. After a few minutes of mind-blowing sex, a voice interrupted you and Brian. “Oi! Hurry up, mate!” You froze, looking like a deer in the headlights. Brian recognized the voice, too. “Is that--?” He whispered. You nodded, stifling a laugh. “Other people have to piss, too, you know!” Dan shouted again from the other side of the door. “Oh, that’s definitely Dan,” you giggled into Brian’s shoulder. But Brian wasn’t having any laughs. He turned his face to glance at the door, then back at you. And started moving into you again. You could only hold his gaze as Brian continued to thrust, bracing himself with one hand on your ass and the other on the counter. “What are you doing?” You asked, breathless. But you pulled at Brian, with no intention of stopping. “Fucking my girlfriend,” Brian answered calmly, “while her ex-boyfriend waits outside.” That was enough to drive you crazy. You dug your nails into Brian’s back as he brought you to the completion you so desperately needed. Your ankles crossed behind his back, locking you onto him even as his thrusts became sloppier. You came, for the second time that night, crying out Brian’s name into the empty bathroom. There was no doubt in your mind that anyone standing outside would be able to hear your moans echoing off the tiles. Brian came inside you, pressing his face to the side of your neck. His beard was scratchy against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just held him until your breathing returned to normal. Brian reached over and picked up your underwear off the counter. You reached out for them, but he stuffed them into his pocket instead. You shook your head as he grinned mischievously. Once you both looked presentable once again, Brian opened the bathroom door to find a horrified Dan outside. “Sorry, mate, did you need in here?” Brian didn’t wait around for a response as you put your arm around his waist and grinned at Dan. He just threw an arm over your shoulders and smirked as the two of you left the bar, sweaty and beyond satisfied.

“John…” Your voice was a breathy moan, and his name was all you could manage to say. Your legs were trembling, and starting to close around John’s hand even as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. John was concentrated on his work, though, and didn’t even look up at you.

“Hmm?” His hum was low and almost resembled a growl. It sent a shiver through you, and you gripped his shoulder tightly. You were wrinkling the fabric of his blazer, but he didn’t care. His eyeliner was smudged, but so was yours as your faced scrunched up in pleasure.

“I’m–I’m close,” you whimpered, digging a heel into the small of his back. John smiled to himself, biting his lip. His grip on your hip tightened, nails scraping the skin there.

“Yeah, love? You’re close?” His voice was a smug whisper in your ear. You nodded, moaning into the empty dressing room.

Suddenly, John pulled his fingers from you. You looked at him with eyes wide, but he was already wiping his hand on a tissue.

“Good.”

“What? Where the hell are you going?” You asked, annoyance creeping into your voice. But John just wagged his eyebrows at you, and left you there, shorts around your ankles and sweat on your face.

…

“Care to explain yourself?” You folded your arms and glared at John. He was setting down his bass in the hallway, and looked up at you with a mischievous grin.

You’d just gotten home, and it was well after one in the morning. But you weren’t going to call it a night until John finished what he started. And he knew that.

“I just wanted to see how much you’d let me get away with,” was his cheeky response. You walked to him, standing in the doorway to your bedroom. You kept your chin high, and your arms folded, and made sure to leave no extra space between the two of you. Sure he could feel the heat coming off your body.

“You’re really going to torture me like that?” You said it more like a statement than a question. John giggled to himself–an action that might have been cute if you weren’t so wired.

“John Deacon.”

That was all he needed to break. He broke out in a full laugh, and grabbed your hand.

“Alright, come on, then.”

He pushed you onto the bed, much to your excitement. You didn’t ask him what he was doing; you only peeled off your shirt and waited for him to climb onto you. Which he did, without losing a single second.

John hovered over you, biting his lip one more time before ducking down to take you by the lips. You reacted enthusiastically enough to make him moan in surprise, hooking your legs around his waist and grabbing his shirt almost aggressively. After kissing the breath out of you for a few minutes, John pulled back.

“John, please,” you whined, tugging on his collar. John just smirked at you, and scooted back to put himself between your legs. But you pulled on him in response.

“I don’t need your mouth, John, I’m wet enough as it fucking is.”

John’s eyes widened for a second, but he continued that annoyingly sexy smirk, and crawled back up to you.

“Oh, you really didn’t like my teasing, did you?” You could have slapped the smug look off his perfect face, but opted to use your words instead.

“Can you shut up, and just fuck me already?”

John tilted his head to the side in mock thought. You dug your nails into his jeans, hoping to spur him on.

It worked.

John reached down and yanked the front of your shorts, popping the button and lowering the zipper. Once they were off, along with your panties, he reached down and undid his own jeans. You shoved them down, allowing his member to spring free. You took it in your palm right away, and pressed it down into your center. John shifted forward just slightly, rubbing himself on your folds.

Once he had sufficiently spread your own wetness all over himself and you, John braced himself on either side of you. He looked down as you guided his tip to your entrance.

“Go on, then,” you told him confidently. “Fuck me.”

John pushed into you with such delicious force, you couldn’t help but let out a loud cry. And then he was fucking you, at an agonizing pace. You looked down at him, pumping in and out of you, his shaft already slick from your wetness. And it wasn’t enough.

“Faster, please,” you gasped, clawing at his back. “Fuck.”

John obliged, and bucked into you a bit faster, holding your gaze as you started to unravel. He continued like this for a few minutes, lifting a hand to massage your breast for a moment. But it still wasn’t enough for you, even as your moans raised in pitch.

“John, fuck,” you panted. “Fuck me harder.”

“So greedy tonight,” John smirked, reaching down to press his thumb into your clit. He applied the pressure just as he sped up the timing of his thrusts, making you open your mouth in a silent scream.

For several minutes, John was fucking you hard and fast, knocking the headboard against the wall in a loud series of thumps. You could feel that wonderful pressure building at your core, making your skin flush. John could see that you were close, and pressed a quick kiss to your lips.

“How does that feel, love?”

“So good,” you cried, “so fucking good, John. Don’t stop.”

You rolled your hips to the tempo of his thrusts, pushing him deeper into you every time. John pulled his hand from your clit to clasp your fingers, giving them a light squeeze.

“Do you want to come now, love?”

You looked up at John with a slight glare.

“You’d better not be teasing me again, Deacon.”

John chuckled, but maintained his speed. To push you over the edge, he reached down and pressed his index and middle fingers down on either side of your clit. Then, he closed the fingers, putting increased pressure on the sensitive bud there. That, coupled with a final few thrusts, had you screaming underneath him.

“Fuck!” he hissed, as he felt your walls clench around him. He leaned down and bit into your neck as he continued to roll his hips into you. You could feel your own warm release dripping down your inner thigh. But he wasn’t done.

“We’re not done yet, love,” he growled, and you could only smile, gripping his arms.

John knew he was close, but he wouldn’t let himself come until you were falling apart under him again. You hadn’t even come down from your first orgasm when John reached down again. But this time, instead of rubbing your clit, he pressed his palm flat to your lower stomach.

“Fuck.” The swear fell from your lips this time, as the increased pressure nearly blinded you. The heat bubbled up between your legs again as John pounded into you with renewed fervor. With his hand pushing down below your navel, his cock dragged along your front wall with a new intensity. With every thrust, you could feel him hitting that perfect, sweet spot inside you.

You screamed John’s name so many times it stopped sounding like a word. And your nails dug into his back so hard, you were sure there would be scratch marks tomorrow. He gave several more thrusts before releasing himself inside you. You could feel the wetness spilling from you as John slowed his pace, bringing you back down to earth.

Once you had stopped moaning, John slowly pulled himself from you. When he collapsed next to you, you noticed he was dripping in sweat.

It was the sexiest thing you’d ever seen. You rolled over, pressing a kiss to his neck as his arm went around your shoulders.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” you murmured, grinning up at him.

John exhaled, looking surprised at himself.