You pull back just enough to breathe. His lips hover near yours, eyes dark, unfocused, half-lidded like he’s still chasing the kiss.

“Are you gonna do everything I say?” you ask quietly.

He doesn’t hesitate. He nods, slow, sure, his voice low and wrecked when he answers. “Tell me what you want,” he murmurs. “I’m not sayin’ no.”

Your mouth curves into a smirk.

He smirks back, lazy and heated. Excited beyond belief.

“Lock the door.”

He does it immediately.

You cross the room and sit on the edge of the bed, steady and unhurried, eyes never leaving his. He’s still standing a few feet away, chest rising and falling like he’s trying to remember how to breathe.

“Do you want me to get undressed?” you ask softly.

The question alone does something to him. He's quiet for a second, jaw tightening, eyes darkening instantly and then he nods, a little too fast, then catches himself. “Yeah,” he says, voice rough. “I— yeah. Please.”

You smile at that. You absolutely love the way he looks like hes already falling apart. You can't help but be overwhelmed by how insanely handsome he looks, leaned against the door like it's the only thing holding him up, blond hair all messy from your hands.

You begin to pull off your top, taking your time. His gaze follows every movement. His lips part just a little, jeans tightening significantly faster as he stares at your lacey pink bra, just see through enough for him to see the slight outline of your nipples. When your shirt finally falls to the floor, he breaths out hard through his nose, almost a laugh, like he can’t believe his luck.

“God,” he murmurs under his breath, eyes glued to you. He swallows, throat bobbing.

You reach to the back of your bra, looking up at him just as his tongue slips out absentmindedly and brushes over his bottom lip.

When you finally unclasp it and let it slip away, he lets out a soft, helpless exhale without meaning to.

“You okay?” you ask sweetly.

He nods, a crooked smile breaking through. “I’m perfect.You're fucking perfect.” He stares at your breasts completely unashamed.

"Thank you," you blush.

When you sit back down on the edge of the bed, you look up at him through your lashes.

You stand then, slowly, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts and sliding them down your hips. The room feels quieter with every second that passes, his breathing and the bass thumping behind the door the only thing breaking the silence as he scans your almost completely naked body. The body that he'd visualized doing things to a million times.

But nothing came close to the real thing.

“I want you to take these off for me,” you say, gently tugging on the edge of your matching lacey panties.

He nods immediately. No hesitation. No question. Just obedience and the pure need to get close of you. To see every inch of you.

He moves toward you and kneels, movements slow and reverent, like this is something sacred. When he looks up at your face, his eyes are hungry but somehow also so soft. Awed. Like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and he can’t quite believe you’re letting him this close.

“I got you,” he murmurs quietly.

His hands are warm when he takes slides the fabric down your hips. And then he sees you, all perfect and pink and glistening just for him.

“Jesus,” he breathes.

His breath catches like he forgot how to take the next one. His eyes drop, and then flick back up to your face, torn between wanting to look and wanting your permission to keep looking. Then his gaze drifts again, helpless to stop it.

He leans his head against your knee and you run a hand through his hair, heart squeezing. His eyes flutter shut for a moment at the feeling.

“What do you want?” he asks quietly, looking up at you again. “Tell me.”

“Want you to kiss me,” you say softly. Then, after a beat, you move a finger down to press it to your center. “Right here.”

You whimper softly as his lips finally press against your core and he lets out a groan that vibrates straight through your body.

It's exactly what he was hoping you'd say. He nods and begins placing gentle kisses up your thighs, switching from side to side, worshipping you. Teasing in a way that he doesn’t even mean to.

He inches closer and closer until suddenly his lips hover just above where you're throbbing for him, warm breaths brushing against you before his eyes flick back up to meet yours.

You hum and thread your fingers through his hair again. He can’t help but smile at the sound, like his one goal in life is to make you feel good.

He gently runs his tongue up through you experimentally, eyes flicking up to watch your reaction.

"JJ," you breath before leaning back on your forearms to watch him.

He smiles again, harder, gripping your hips and repeating the action. Over and over. Before beginning to swirl his tongue, suck your clit into his mouth and then release it. He nips at you once and you practically squeal.

"Feels so good," you whine softly. "Keep going, please don't stop."

He doesn't. Not until you're grinding against his face, thighs shaking, letting go against his hungry mouth.

"Fuck," you giggle, breath ragged. "That was so good, J. You made me feel so fucking good."

You’re still catching your breath, chest rising and falling as you stare up at the ceiling for a second, overwhelmed. He scans your face like he’s checking in like your reactions matter more than anything else.

He smiles proudly, lips glistening with your slick. "Good."

"Come up here," you say, scooting back until youre completely on the bed.

And he does, gladly, climbing over you and pressing his lips back to yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Love making you feel good,” he murmurs against your mouth.

You giggle and ball your fists up in his shirt, pulling him closer. Then you pull back just enough to look at him, smiling. “Take your shirt off.” Then you giggle again. "I've always wanted to say that."

He laughs, a little suprised, already reaching for the hem. “Yes ma’am.”

You chew lightly on your lip as he does, humming softly when the fabric lifts and disappears. Your eyes track every inch of his skin, appreciation written all over your face. You reach out immediately, hands sliding over his stomach, his sides, his arms.

He watches you watch him, clearly loving the reaction, his smile turning slower, more confident. “Yeah?” he murmurs.

You nod, fingers tracing muscle like you can’t help yourself. “Yeah.”

Your hand drifts lower, tugging lightly at the waistband of his jeans. “These too.”

His breath catches, but he’s smiling as he nods, already moving, completely willing. Completely yours.

"And those." You nod down at his boxers.

And they're gone. And your mouth drops open when you see him hard and throbbing and very much above average. Your eyes flick up to his, smiling wide. "You been hiding that from me this entire time?"

He grins wider. "Coulda asked if you wanted to see it, sweetheart."

You huff out a breath and reach down to tug on him gently. The noise that escapes him is low and rough, slipping out of him before he can stop it, and the sound alone sends a sharp wave of heat through you.

"You wanna fuck me?" you whisper, just wanting to hear him say it.

He nods. "Yeah, I wanna fuck you. More than anything."

"Good," you smile. "'Cause I need that gorgeous fucking dick in me. So bad."

He laughs quietly, wrecked beyond belief. "You got it."

He pushes inside of you, slowly. Both of you can barely breathe at this point.

"Oh my god," you both say in unison.

The way he's sliding in and out of you feels too good. You gasp his name, head tipping back, the sensation blooming everywhere at once.

As he begins to thrust, slowly, to let you get used to his size, neither of you can help but let out pitiful little whimpers. The closeness steals the air from both of you. Every breath is shaky, every sound a little uncontrolled.

“JJ,” you breathe, voice trembling. “Harder.”

He groans softly, forehead dropping to yours, eyes squeezing shut for half a second like he’s holding onto control by a thread. “Okay,” he murmurs, devoted. “I got you.”

“That’s it,” he whispers. “You feel so good. So fucking tight. God, baby—just like that. Takin’ me so goddamn good.”

He listens like he always does. He fucks you harder, more confident now and the sound of your moans and skin slapping against skin fills the room. Your breaths turn into little sounds you don’t even try to stop.

Your nails dig into his back as the feeling builds, your body responding to every change, every adjustment he makes just to keep you right there. He kisses you between words, like he needs the closeness just as much as the motion.

When you whimper again, he smiles against your mouth, completely undone by you.

"Can you—ah!—can you fuck me from behind?"

He movements slow and smiles a little before pulling out. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

You position yourself so that you're face down, hugging a pillow, ass up in the air facing towards him.

He groans without meaning to because God, you’re beautiful.

The thought hits him so hard it almost knocks the air from his lungs. The curve of your back, the way you look when you’re choosing him, open and sure and presented just for him.

"Shit," he whispers, tightly gripping your hips. "Feel ok, baby?"

He slides himself against your entrance once and then he pushes back into you in one hard stroke. You whine pitifully into the pillow as he completely bottoms out.

"Mm hmmmm," you nod. "Feels so good. So fucking good."

He begins to thrust again, bottom lip between his teeth in concentration, brows furrowing, hands pulling you against him over and over and over.

You moan loudly. "Oh my god, JJ."

"I know, holy shit. I know," He groans in return. "Fuck. So fucking sexy like this."

"Want you to spank me."

He does.

"Harder."

He does that too, surely hard enough to leave pink imprint of his hand on your flesh. You yelp loudly, surely loud enough to be heard over the sound of the party if anybody were to be standing outside the door.

"You like that, princess?"

And again.

"Yes," you giggle.

He does it again.

His smile falters into something darker, more focused. “Yeah?”

"Shit," you gasp, then giggle more, uncontrollably. "Want you to pull my hair."

When you nod, his hand slides up slowly, fingers threading into your hair at the back of your head. He tightens his grip just enough to make your breath catch.

You arch instinctively, a soft, choked sound spilling out of you, and the reaction alone makes him groan. He pulls again, firmer this time, guiding you back into him.

“That good?” he murmurs, voice rough, chest pressed close.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Just like that.”

He obeys immediately, hand steady, controlled, like he’s learned exactly how much you want. Your back curves under his touch.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he breathes, awe threading through the roughness.

You moan happily, taking everything he's giving you, pleasure soaring through your body but not wanting it to be over for one second.

Then you feel him start to shake.

"Don't come yet," you beg, almost desperate.

"I—I'm trying," he laughs.

“I wanna be on top first.”

He doesn’t hesitate to give you what you want. He just exhales a soft, wrecked laugh, pulls out and lets himself fall back beside you. His eyes never leaving your face, like this is exactly where he wants to be. Under you, watching you.

You take your time climbing over him, sinking down and settling yourself there. He groans loudly as you begin to move your hips, controlled and slow enough to drive him insane.

“You’ve been so good,” you murmur, leaning down just enough that your noses almost brush. “Let me take care of you now.”

His hands slide up your back and it curves under his touch, every nerve lit up by the combination of him inside of you and the way he’s watching.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, awe threading through the roughness as he watches your body. Especially the way your breasts bounce with each movement. He reaches his hands up to them, squeezing and then toying your nipples with his thumbs. "That's right baby. Love how you're usin' me."

You begin to move faster, going back between bouncing and grinding. He just lays there, mesmerized and still in disbelief that he finally has you like this.

His best friend.

His actual dream girl.

Your hand slides into his hair, fingers tangling at the back of his head, and he lets you guide him without resistance.

"Look at me."

When you pull gently, he follows the pressure, head tipping up until he's looking directly at your face, throat exposed and eyes meeting yours.

The look on his face steals your breath. His pupils are completely blown, his lips parted, smiling like he can’t believe this is happening to him.

You lean closer, voice low and warm. “Good boy.” Then you immediately can’t help but let out a quiet giggle at the inside joke.

A breathy laugh escapes him. His hands tighten on your hips and he pulls you down harder against him, moving you faster, and you happily let him guide you now.

You tilt your head, watching him like he’s yours to command. “Look at you,” you murmur. “You love when I tell you what to do, don’t you?”

He nods, breath shaky, eyes never leaving your face. “Yeah,” he admits, quiet and honest. “I really do.”

Your thumb brushes his jaw, making him shiver. “You're doing so good, JJ. Fucking me so good.”

“Tongue,” you tell him.

The sound he makes is soft and helpless, as you grind even harder. Impossibly deeper.

He leans up to kiss you, deep and desperate, like he’s thanking you with his mouth. You let him for a moment, then pull his hair again, just enough to remind him that you're in charge.

He obeys without hesitation, lips parting immediately, sticking his tongue out for you. When you lean in, sucking in into your mouth over and over, teasing and slow, the low sound he makes is pure bliss.

You hum against him. Everything feels so overwhelmingly filthy that you don't want to stop but the pleasure is stacking inside you so fast and his breaths are coming out so shaky that you don't know how much longer either of you are gonna last.

You pull back from him, mouth parted, a string of spit stretching between the two of your mouths and your breath shudders as you watch him lick your your saliva from his lips. Then he laughs softly against you, forehead dropping to your shoulder for a second like he’s also extremely overwhelmed by it all.

"You wanna come for me?"

He nods, desperate, voice coming out in a whisper. "Please."

You smile. "Do it."

His hands grip your ass, hard, grinding you against him needily, whimpering your name, cursing against your neck.

You pull back to look at him, watching him come undone underneath you, feeling him pulse deep inside you as you chase your own release.

The moment afterward stretches—breaths tangled, bodies pressed close—until you can’t quite hold yourself up anymore. You stay there for a few moments longer than necessary, perched on his lap, him still as deep as he can go, forehead resting against his as both of you try to remember how to breathe.

He laughs softly, a little dazed. “You okay?”

You nod. “Yeah. More than okay. That was...” You have no idea how to finish that sentence.

"Yeah," he laughs. "It was."

Eventually you slowly slide yourself off him, legs shaky, and tumble back onto the bed with a breathless laugh. He follows right after, collapsing beside you and then turning onto his side so he can look at you properly.

His fingers brush sweaty hair out of your face. You do the same for him, pushing his blond waves back and kissing him, slow and unhurried, full of that soft hum that lingers after everything else fades.

"We should do that again sometime," you laugh quietly.

"We should definitely do that again," he agrees.

You squeeze his cheek. "Maybe next time I'll let you be in charge."

He laughs at that and hugs you close, not wanting to stop touching you. Not wanting to not be as close to you as possible.

After a few minutes, you reluctantly pull your clothes back on, giggling every time your eyes meet unable to stop it.

As usual.

When you step back into the party and slip outside, your friends don’t even try to be subtle. They take in the flushed skin, the messy hair, the way you and JJ won’t stop smiling.

“So,” Sarah says slowly. “What were you two doing in there for the last hour?”

“Dancing,” you answer easily.

There’s a beat. Everyone looks at each other.

Kiara bursts into laughter. "I knew it! I told you guys tonight was the night!"

John B raises a brow. “What... dancing naked?”

Your lips both twitch at that.

You and JJ don’t respond to that either. You just laugh at the same time, dropping into a pair of lawn chairs like nothing happened.

Even though everything did.

JJ scoots his chair closer to yours without even thinking about it. You lean your head on his shoulder, familiar as breathing. It’s something you’ve done a hundred times, but this time his arm tightens around you just a little.

Nobody says anything, but they notice.

After a moment, you lace your fingers through his and he stills as he begins to process what the weight of your hand in his really means. His heart flips in his chest and he exhales through a soft smile you can feel against your hair as his thumb brushes over your soft skin.

The two of you spend the rest of the night glued together in a completely different way, but somehow completely the same.

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“Baby” he whined coming up behind me rutting up against my ass. “Can’t that wait?”

“No, I don’t want it to spoil and you’ll want the beer cold later.” I patiently tell him.

He huffed like a petulant toddler, stomping his foot for good measures.

“I want you now” he demands and grabs my hips pulling me back hard on his hard cock.

“Did you just demand me” I turnaround eyeing him with my eyebrow raised.

A flash of fear crosses his face, “N- no b- bab- baby” he stammers

“That is not my name and you did demand me” I sternly tell him. “bedroom now, and I want you stripped of all your clothes”

“Mo- Mommy, i-“

“No, bedroom now” I cut him off. I turn back around not waiting for him to acknowledge and put away the stuff. I hear him shuffle off as I put away the rest of the items. I grab a glass filling it with ice and some rum, and make my way to the bedroom. I walk in and JJ is naked, sitting at the edge of the bed, sitting on his hands. I don’t say anything and walk to nightstand and put my glass down. Then I strip off my shirt and shorts leaving me in my bikini. I saunter over to the closet.

JJ moans from his spot, but doesn’t say anything.

“You better not be touching yourself” I holler out from the closet, “I will know.”

I grab our toy box and come back into the room. JJ looks at me like a little puppy, eyes begging, still sitting on his hands. He is shaft standing straight up, red and looking very painful. I look at him pitifully.

“oh baby, that looks painful” I coo as I come to stand in front of him. I take his face in my hands and kiss him gently, before pressing into my tits. JJ groans and ruts his face in my tits for a bit, kissing softly.

“That’s a good boy” I praise him. “Now crawl up the bed and lay out for mommy.”

He gives my breasts one more kiss before sliding up to the bed into position. I grab the rope or of the box and walk to one hand. I know JJ had to hate the fact he taught me how to tie knots and now I used them on him. I tie both hands to headboard in a poachers knot, then doing the same to his feet.

“Mommy why” he whimpered.

“You demanded me, I can’t let that slide baby boy” I said calmly, looking at him with my bottom lip pushed out. I went back to the box and pulled out the blindfold. “Now remember, no cumming until Mommy says, and let me know when you’re close”

“Yes, Mommy, but please” he begged “I wanna see you”

“You won’t have to wear it the whole time” I promised as I tied it on. I grab the cock ring from the box and gently place it on him. He bucked his hips against my hands, and I teased his cock for a bit.

“Oh sweetie, you have the prettiest pink dick I have ever seen” I praised as I slowly stroked him, pressing my thumb against the tip, spreading his precum around. Then I abruptly stopped, causing him to his buck his hips and cry out in frustration. I slapped his thigh and then grabbed the remote for the cock ring.

“Stop that, be glad Mommy is being so nice” I growl. I grab my glass taking a nice swig of my drink before grabbing an ice cube.

I rub the ice cube along JJ’s lips, he gasps, I trace his lips with it and then moving it down to his chin. I run it down his neck and to one nipple, rubbing it over and over till his nipples could cut glass. Then I did the same other one, making sure both get the same attention. From there, I run it down over his rock-hard abs and down his happy trail.

“That feel good, puppy?” I ask teasingly smiling.

“Mhmm” he moans out.

“You’re such a good boy for me” I praise. I turn on the cock ring to the lowest setting. JJ cry’s out, bucking his hips up.

“Fuck baby” he gasps out.

I grab the riding habit from the box and slap his dick. He whimpers out.

“What’s my name, puppy?” I demand, slapping it again. He bucks his hips hard and squirms, whimpering the whole time.

“Mommy, sor- sorry, mommy” he stammers. “Mommy please”

“What, puppy, what do you want?” I coo to him. I turn up the ring another setting while soothingly rubbing his cock.

“Mommy, please I need to cum” he begs pathetically.

“Hmmm, no not yet. Your punishment isn’t done.”

I reach up and take off the blindfold. He blinks a bit, before focusing on me. His normally ocean blue eyes are nearly completely black. I grin at him and lean down and gives him a searing kiss. I reach down and gently stroke his vibrating cock. He groans in my mouth, taking everything he can from the kiss. It’s a wet sloppy kiss, teeth clashing against each other, biting lips and then I sit up. He chases my lips till he can’t anymore, then slams his head back down and grunts, squeezing his eyes shut in frustration. He knows better than to say or do anything. Knowing I won’t let him cum, but edge him for hours.

“Watch me puppy” I say I gently stroke his cheek. He opens his eyes and looks at me, tears on his lashline. I reach back and grab the vibrator and set it beside me.

“What’s that for?” JJ asks, eyeing it fearfully.

“Just watch Mommy” I gently insist.

I reach up and untie the strings behind my neck, letting it fall down, then untie the back string. Letting my bikini top fall and land around his neck. My breast released fall down and jiggle a little. I rub and knead them for a minute. JJ groans, pulling at the ropes on his hands. For the moment I let him squirm and pull at the ropes. I rub my stomach before reaching my hips and untie the strings on each side, allowing the bikini bottom to fall off and flatten. I raise up just enough to pull it off and throw it.

I move up to sit on his chest and grab the vibrator. I lean back enough so JJ can see my pussy right in front of his face. He whines pulling at the ropes.

“I wanna touch, please” he begs between gritted teeth.

I ignore him and run the vibrator over my wet, soaked pussy, making him watch. I gasp from the sensation, JJ moans. I slide it thru my folds, rolling my hips, soaking his chest in my arousal. I feel him began to thrust his hips behind me, looking for friction as the cock ring vibrates around his dick.

“Mommy please,” he pleads quietly, “I won’t do it again, just please untie me and let make you feel good.”

“Hmm,” I ponder “Have you learned your lesson?” I ask as I put away the vibrator and slide down his abs. He hisses from pleasure.

“Yes, I promise I’ve learned”

“I don’t buy it.” I hover him and slam down on cock, making him jerk his hips up and cry out. I turn up the cock to near the highest setting and bounce up and down. JJ moaning and whimpering, thrusting his hips as hard as he can in his ropes. I feel him twitch inside me.

“Mommy, I’m gonna cum” he pants out.

I turn off the ring and pull off him, before he can cum. JJ screams out in frustration and bucks his hips wildly. I lean up and give him gentle kisses on his cheeks and forehead.

“This doesn’t happen when you’re a good boy.” I taunt in his ear. I continue to edge JJ for another hour or so, until his tip is nearly purple and he is crying and begging me to let him cum.

“Oh puppy, you’re doing so good for me,” I praise. “You want me to let you cum?”

He vigorously nods his head and whispers “please” over and over.

“Ok, you eat Mommy out and make her cum, and then I will let you pick how you want to cum. You can fuck my tits and cum on my chest or,” I pretend to ponder, “I will let you cum in Mommy’s pussy”

“Pussy” he hastily says. I chuckle as I remove the ring and position over his face.

“Now be a good boy and make Mommy cum.” I demand.

I lower myself down and JJ licks my core from hole to clit, making me moan. I grab the headboard as he latches onto my nub, licking and sucking till I am rolling my hips. I untie him and his hands immediately grab my thighs pulling me down harder as he pushes his tongue into my hole and fucks me with his tongue.

“Fuck” I moan out, grabbing and pulling JJ’s hair to get him closer. He lets go of one thigh and, none to gently, shoves two fingers into my pussy and sucks my clit. I gasp out, pulling his hair harder and grinding down on him. He groans, the vibrations making me cry out.

“I’m s’close” I pant as I ride his face and he fucks me with his fingers. JJ curls his fingers hitting my sweet spot and bites down on my clit. I scream out as I fall over the edge, my release spilling all over JJ’s face as he slurps up every last bit of juices that I released. He licks and kisses me through my high and I eventually slump down and fall to the side. He raises up to look at me, his mouth and chin slick with my arousal.

“Was that good, Mommy?” he asks smirking.

“Yea puppy, Mommy’s very happy” I pant, he grins like a Cheshire cat. Not having the energy to ride him now, I lay back and spread my legs.

“You can fuck me n-” and before the words leave my lips, JJ is on top of my sliding his cock in my pussy.

Seeing how I edged him for so long, it didn’t take long, and JJ was cumming inside me. He collapsed on me and I wrapped my legs around him and slid my arms around his neck. He rutted up in me, still lost in his euphoria, whining into my chest.

“You’re such a good pup for Mommy,” I praised as I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers thru his hair, scratching his scalp as I did, making him hum. We laid there for a bit, while I petted and praised him.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up and got to sleep”

I led him to the bathroom and cleaned us up, before heading back to bed and laying down. I rolled on my side and JJ buried his head in my chest and curled up to me like a koala.

“Sleep now puppy” I murmured before we both fell into blissful slumber.

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