Little White Lies Ch. 15

She forced her lips down the shaft as far as she could, then seemingly growled in frustration as she tried to get more of his cock inside. Rivulets of saliva began to slide out of her mouth and down the shaft as she wriggled her face back and forth. Still she stayed down, not having taken a breath since she'd first taken his cock in her mouth. Eventually her need to breathe won out though, and she gasped loudly as she came up and off.

Her hand immediately took the place of her mouth though, wet squelching noises accompanying the hurried stroking she began.

"Do you like the way I look with your big cock in my mouth?" she asked. "Do I look sexy?"

"Hell yes," he said, relaxing back into the couch.

"Fuck," she whimpered, and quickly took his cock back into her mouth.

Her blonde hair bobbed around her face, blocking his view for a moment before she tossed it over her shoulder. Her lips slid down his shaft about halfway before she had to stop, but again she seemed to refuse to give in. Wriggling back and forth for several seconds, she finally managed to push his crown into her throat and moaned for a brief moment before it was buried completely inside.

"Fucking... Christ..." he stammered, automatically pushing against her lips.

Slobber coated his cock as she came back up a few seconds later, a great breath of air filling her lungs as she resumed stroking.

"God I love your fucking cock," she cried, and lowered her face back down.

This time she stroked in time with her plunges, her lips sliding halfway down and then back up while her fist squeezed and stroked against her mouth. Wet squelching filled the room as she whimpered and moaned in time with the strange chorus.

The short strokes were followed by another forced deepthroat, though this one seemed to come easier for her. She stayed down longer as well, wriggling her lips back and forth across the base before ripping his cock from her throat and gasping for air. Long rivulets of saliva hung from her mouth and down the front of her now filthy shirt, her cleavage glistening from the coating of liquid.

Her need to breathe quelled once more, she cried out again and descended down his shaft. Her third attempt to deepthroat was immediately successful, and she looked up at him with a clear expression of pride as she brought her lips almost effortlessly to the base of his cock. She didn't stay there, though, ripping her lips upward and pausing at the lip of his crown, then descending back down the entire length. On the third dive, she hovered for several seconds at the bottom, even beyond a cough and several hard gags.

He was groaning in pleasure, his hands slapping the couch on either side as she inflicted this incredible blowjob on him.

She brought him out of her throat again with a cry of exultation, her shiny, saliva-soaked chest heaving for breath. Her hand was stroking fiercely up and down as he gasped again and again at the incredible sensation.

"Are you gonna give me that cum?" she asked. "Please baby?"

"Fuck," he grunted, half-heartedly nodding.

"Want me to beg for it like a bad-girl?" she asked.

"Fuck... yes," he groaned.

She'd already slithered her lips back down his shaft when he barked the words out, though, driving all the way down and back up again, then repeating it several times. Then once more, she slid him free and resumed furiously stroking.

"Please baby, please give me your cum," she said. "I'm begging you to cum on me."

He groaned, never having felt anything like was Candy was doing to him in that moment.

"Jerk off on my face," she said, the incredible feeling of her hand disappearing.

He slapped his own immediately down in its place and looked back down at her. She was covered in saliva, the glistening goo covering her mouth and chin, coating her neck and draped across her cleavage and breasts. She had her face turned upward, her mascara running in black streaks down her face and making her look like she'd been crying.

"Please cum on me," she said, repeating the plea again and again.

"Jesus," he grunted, stroking faster and faster to give her what she wanted.

He noticed movement in her lap and saw her hand inside her unbuttoned pants, furiously moving around. He realized that she was fingering herself and was again struck by the idea that she was really enjoying this.

He felt his orgasm hovering at the precipice and continued to stroke, but then stepped forward on impulsively and slid the head of his cock into her mouth, her lips still moving as she continued to beg him to cum on her.

"Fuck," she gasped, sliding her lips down the length of his cock again as he slid his hand up and out of the way, then gently back down again on the back of her head.

She ripped him free once more a few seconds later, his hand resuming its job of stroking his length as the orgasm hit.

"God... fucking God... dammit," she was crying. Her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment as he began to erupt, a large gout of cum bursting out and laying across her face, followed by another, and then another.

"Guhh!" he gasped, stroking hard and driving his pleasure higher. More alabaster ropes burst free from his engorged crown, splaying out across her face as she moaned and gyrated on the floor in front of him.

Finally, he gasped one last time before he staggered back, collapsing down into the couch and fighting to catch his breath. On the ground in front of him, Candy slowly stopped gyrating in place and slid her hand free from her pants. Her chest heaved, saliva and cum covering her cleavage and shirt. Her face was flushed beneath the cum-painting she'd received, her mascara mixing with it in places.

She smiled at him after a few seconds as he looked down, a look of amusement coming to his face. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself up and tucked his cock back into his pants. That done, he walked over and offered a hand to Candy, then helped her to her feet.

"Can I offer you my shower?" he asked.

"That would be great," she said, streamers of cum making her wide smile look hot and ridiculous all at once.

He smiled, and clasped her hand, leading her upstairs to his room. He pulled her into the bathroom and turned on the water, then moved toward the door to let her disrobe in peace.

"Oh no you don't," she said, pulling at his back pocket and forcing him to step back over to her.

He chuckled and turned, smiling down at her, then leaning down to kiss one of the few clean spots on her forehead. She giggled playfully, then stepped back and watched him intently as she began to slide her still-unbuttoned jeans down her ample hips.

Sexy, lacy red panties appeared, and he grinned, then looked back up at her and raised one eyebrow.

"I still planned for sex even though we said we weren't going to," she told him. "You're hard to resist." As she finished, she stripped her filthy shirt off and set it in the sink, the missing garment revealing a lacy red top that matched her sexy panties.

"And you... are poetry," he said, sighing as he drank in her incredible, voluptuous, womanly body.

She sighed as well, a smile finding her lips and making a home there.

"I don't see you getting undressed mister," she said, scowling at him.

"I didn't know I was invited to this shower," he shot back.

He wasn't going to pass up that opportunity, though, and quickly began stripping down.

"Not worried that we're going to be tempted once we get all wet and handsy in there?" he asked.

"One month, you heathen," she said.

She'd slipped her panties and bra off by that point and stood still watching him finish removing his own clothes. He was staring at her as well, though, and had stopped mid-point of removing his shirt.

She giggled and snapped her fingers, cum sliding down her face and dripping onto one of her exposed breasts.

A few seconds later, she led him into his shower and immediately ducked under the warm stream as he moved back around behind her. Giving her some space to wash herself clean, he watched her incredible body as she moved around in front of him.

"God you're gorgeous," he muttered, not thinking that she'd hear him.

"Flatterer," she said. "I seldom feel gorgeous."

"That's just criminally wrong," he said. "I don't know if I've ever seen anyone as flat-out beautiful as you, Candy."

She turned, her face mostly clean save for some stubborn streaks of mascara and smiled widely at him. She slid in next to him, staring up at him and studying him quietly.

"You really mean that, don't you," she said.

"Of course," he told her. "Why would I lie?"

She giggled and stepped back a step, looking down between them. Her hand dropped down and playfully tapped the head of his cock as it bounced happily back and forth. She giggled, thwapping it back and forth a few times before looking up at him again.

"I think he's got some ideas for us," she said.

"He doesn't get a vote," Don chuckled.

She snickered and pulled him closer, the delightful feeling of his cock sliding between her legs and across her pussy lips sending a shiver through him.

"Now who's breaking rules?" he asked.

"This isn't sex," she said, smiling innocently.

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. Their bodies melded together again, the warmth of the water encasing them as it cascaded down around them.

"Thank you," he said, breaking the kiss and looking down at her again.

"No... thank you," she said. "We're going to work on making you get rougher with me and taking what you want, but it was a very good first time."

He chuckled, kissing her on the forehead.

***

After they showered, Don and Candy got out and took their time drying each other off. He pulled on a clean pair of underwear while she got dressed in most of her own clothes. Her shirt was a total loss though, and after they found her a replacement out of his closet, they went downstairs where she tossed it into the washer and started it.

"This is a very comfy shirt," she said, sliding down onto the couch next to him and rubbing the fabric between her fingers.

He looked down at her suspiciously, wondering if he should have chosen a shirt that wasn't one of his favorites.

"I've never heard of the Northstars," she said. "What sport is this jersey?"

"Hockey," he said. "My sister gave it to me when we were younger. Minnesota used to have a hockey team called the Minnesota Northstars. They were my favorite team before they moved."

She smiled, watching him intently and seeming to hang on each word.

"I'm uh... I'm not gonna get that back, am I?" he asked, smiling at her.

"Nope," she confirmed. "Totally mine now."

He sighed animatedly, then chuckled as he turned and lifted her chin up with his thumb to plant a sweet little peck on her lips.

"Out of the question," he said, eliciting a cackle of surprise from her.

The rest of the evening the two spent wrapped up in each other and totally ignoring the old movie they found. Eventually, Candy announced that she had to get going and went to retrieve her, by then, mostly dry shirt.

He met her at the front door where she turned and leaned back against it, smiling up at him seductively.

"You know, rationally I know that we need to keep taking this slow and pace ourselves," he said. "I just... can't help myself, though. Everything in me is screaming at me to see you as soon as possible."

She blushed at his words, surprising him, then said, "Me too," and pulled him down for a kiss.

As they broke apart a minute later, he unlocked the door and walked her to her car.

"See you tomorrow?" she asked, looking up at him with a clear look of hope.

"Definitely," he said, kissing her a final time.

*****

Jessie

Monday morning...

She felt something warm and soft pressing against the nape of her neck, then strong arms encircling her waist and pulling her gently closer to the larger presence snuggled up behind her.

"Jessie," Dex whispered, drawing her ever-so-slightly out of her slumber.

"Mmm?" she whispered groggily.

"I've got to get going so I can head off to work and class," he explained.

"Okay," she replied, already drifting back into the safety of sleep.

"I didn't want you to wake up and wonder where I went," he added.

"Okay," she repeated, and again started to drift off.

"Love you," he said, kissing her a final time before he got out of bed and deprived her of his comforting presence.

"Love you," she managed to murmur before her dreams began to return.

***

Later that morning, Jessie groggily opened her eyes and checked the clock. It angrily blinked 7:30 AM at her in shade of green that seemed almost violently bright that morning. She still had lots of time before she had to be at class, and she didn't work at Double D's until Wednesday of that week.

She yawned, scooching her head back down into the pillow to find a comfortable spot again. Quickly realizing that there was a strange coolness behind her, she wondered if Dex was the cause, but then vaguely remembered him telling her that he had to leave earlier that morning.

She reached back behind her with one hand to check and see if he was there without moving the rest of her body and felt the hardness of his flat stomach a bit behind her. She must have dreamed him telling her that he was leaving, she guessed.

It was then that she realized that Dex didn't have the covers pulled over himself and that was the reason she was feeling the cool breeze. She tried to remedy the situation by pulling the covers, but he seemed to be laying on them.

Sighing in mild irritation, she turned over and prepared to scold him, but was surprised to see that it was Jack, and not Dex that was snoozing soundly behind her. Weirdly, he was sleeping on his back on top of the covers, and even had his boxers back on for some dumb reason.

She weighed her options for getting her blankets back and sat staring at him for several seconds. After making her choice, she reached out and patted him on the leg, not wanting to startle him or anything since he would be waking up in a strange place.

Jack didn't move a muscle.

She giggled and poked him, then slapped his leg a little harder, but still got no response.

"Jack," she said in a normal tone.

He grumbled something unintelligible and turned over on his side, facing her.

"Get off my blankets," she said with mild irritation in her tone.

"Mmm... no," he muttered.

"Jaaaack!" she whined. "I'm cold!"

He smiled, still not having opened his eyes and remained unmoving for a few more seconds. She was just about to smack him on the arm when he opened his eyes and looked up at her.

"Morning," he said, then promptly yawned and stretched.

"Morning, jerkface," she said, scowling at him and crossing her arms.

He chuckled at her, then half-way slid off the bed and back underneath the covers in one smooth motion.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

"Mmmhmm." She scowled at him once more for good measure.

"So grumpy," he laughed and easily pulled her down to the mattress again and up against him.

She caved immediately, laughing and basking in the warmth of his body for a bit and letting herself warm up.

"Gotta admit... part of me is wondering if my little brother would be cool with us snuggling up in bed like this," he said quietly. "But then again, after last night..."

She laughed quietly, nuzzling his chest with her face. "You could ask if him if you think it would make you feel better, but I'm pretty sure I remember him leaving earlier."

"Yeah, he woke me up and told me he had to jet to get to work and class on time." Jack kissed her on the forehead and sighed deeply, his hand idly stroking the back of her arm. "Asked if I wanted a ride."

"I can take you if you need to go," she said, looking up at his face.

"Nah," he said dismissively. "I just didn't want to wake up yet. I can easily jog home from here."

She frowned at him before returning to smuggling her face into his chest once again. The chill that had encased her earlier was finally beginning to thaw and she rubbed her feet together to try and warm them.

"You can put them on me," Jack said quietly.

"Mmm," she muttered after pushing the bottoms of her feet into the tops of his and soaking up the heat.

"Jesus those are cold!" he cried.

She giggled, wriggling them back and forth a few times against his. Several minutes passed by in silence as the two continued to lay there and soak in each other's body heat.

"I'm glad you were okay with me crawling in bed with you after Dex left," Jack said, breaking the silence. "He told me to come join you, but it still felt weird not checking with you first. But that couch is only comfortable for so long."

"Why wouldn't it be okay with me?" she asked, looking up at him. "I mean, you did a lot more than sleep in the same bed as me last night."

"Yeah, I know," he said. "I just didn't want you freaking out when you woke up and saw that it wasn't Dexter in your bed."

"Dex," she corrected, "and if he said that was something he wanted, or you wanted to do to me, was okay with him, then its definitely okay with me, silly."

Jack chuckled quietly but didn't respond. It was then that she remembered about him wearing boxers.

"And what's the deal with wearing boxers?" she asked.

"Strange guy in your bed," he deadpanned. "I didn't want you to freak."

She giggled in response and looked up at him again.

"From here on out, you're not allowed to wear underwear in my bed. No one is!"

"You know how ridiculous you are?" he asked, his hand sliding up her back and cradling her neck, then pulling her easily up to where he could kiss her.

"Boxers off," she said, breaking the surprisingly intense kiss a few seconds later. "Now mister!"

He sighed in mock irritation and quickly removed them, then moved over the top of her and between her legs as she turned over onto her back for him.

"Feeling frisky?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I can stop," he said, his expression changing to one of hesitation.

"Don't you dare," she scolded, reaching down to find his cock and begin stroking. He was swelling quickly, and she began to feel her arousal grow as even then it began to nudge against her sex.

"You uh... sure?" he asked, looking down at her.

"Ugh, shut up and fuck me already, handsome," she said, pulling him down for a kiss.

In short order, Jack was pumping his cock deep into her and back out again, cradling her smaller form in his strong arms and kissing her passionately. Her pussy was sore, to tell the truth, but there was no way she was going to not let him have her if that was what he wanted to do.

Plus, she wasn't worried about upsetting Dex since Jack hadn't left and it was really still the same sex session as the night before, they'd just taken a really long break. The pain of his cock slamming into her was too much for her to achieve orgasm, unfortunately, but it wasn't like she wasn't enjoying it. She amped up her cries of pleasure a little, having to fake it for him just a tiny, tiny bit.

"So... do you like dirty talk when you have sex?" she asked quietly, clutching at his back.

He lifted his head, his pace slowing slightly, but not stopping. "Eh... I tend to feel a little ridiculous when I do it. It takes me out of it more often than not to be honest."

"Well... is there anything you like that I can do?" She whimpered in pleasure a bit for him after asking her question. "Maybe you'd like to cum in my mouth or even have my ass again?"

He chuckled and shrugged. "As long as you're having fun, I'm enjoying myself. You in a hurry to get this over?"

She scowled at him for a moment. "Not at all! Take your time, Jack. I'm just a pleaser. I want everyone to be as happy as I can possibly make them."