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It had been a few weeks since Y/n had been on the terrible date with Jeremiah. She and Jere were texting pretty much every day, sometimes sweet nothings, other times explicit messages that would send Ellie to her grave if she ever found out.
Y/n still didn’t know whether they were continuing to oblige the rules they had set months ago or whether this relationship they had, was personal and real. However she didn’t dare to ask Jere, as she feared he would end any and all communication again, if he found out she had caught feelings. Just like he had when they were teenagers. She didn’t think she could handle the heartbreak this time.
So instead of asking him flat out to his face, she kept her own mask on and only admitted to her best friend how she didn’t know what their situation was.
That’s when she found herself after one slow morning in the cafeteria with Ellie. They were sat at a small table in a corner, trying to avoid the loud chatter of the surrounding groups of students, all on their lunch break. Y/n’s phone dinged with a new message and without much thought she opened it, whilst half listening to her friend ranting about the lecture she had been in earlier.
Jere: where are you right now?
Y/n: still at the university, why?
Jere: dang, I just went out for my lunch break and I really wanted to see you
Jere asking to see her was becoming a regular conversation lately. Usually it had always been Y/n, who had told him she needed him and she wanted him to come over to take care of her. But nothing ever happened, Jere never really drove over to her place in the middle of the night, nor did he ever stop by her place after, or as she had suggested several times, before work.
Y/n couldn’t really blame him though, she never made the effort to go over to his place either. It felt like it might violate their rules and boundaries and she still wasn’t sure whether they were simply rehearsing before he started hitting up girls he actually fancied.
“What are you smiling at all dewy-eyed?” Ellie snapped her back into reality, where Y/n had been grinning at her phone screen.
“Oh nothing, just this meme.” Y/n tried to hide her flushed cheeks by thrusting her phone screen into Ellies face.
However her friend could see right through her. “Stop lying, it’s my brother isn’t it? Have the two of you finally pulled your shit together? Or do I need to kick his ass to your doorstep?”
Y/n couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of that. Ellie had always been great at painting a picture in her head without many words. “We’re just texting a little, calm down! Don’t get both our hopes up.”
Ellie looked at her sceptically and Y/n had the feeling she wanted to say something else, but she stopped herself by taking a sip of her drink.
“But if you already know I’m talking to him right now... I might aswell answer him real quick.” Sheepishly, Y/n opened her gallery whilst pretending to be typing a message. She managed to select a mirror selfie she had snuck in one of the slightly nasty university bathrooms. She had posed with her shirt pulled up by one hand, showing off her lack of a bra. Grinning innocently into the mirror, embracing the risk of someone walking in at any moment.
She send it with a sweet caption before trying to focus back on the conversation with her best friend.
Y/n: close enough to seeing me irl?
She didn’t have to wait long for an answer, it was as if he was always checking his phone the second she send a message or a picture.
Jere: shit you’re so beautiful
Jere: the only thing better would be your tit in my mouth
Her screen lit up with the new messages and Y/n tried to hide her choke with a semi successful cough. Ellie looked at her a little funny as she quickly turned her screen around, hiding the evidence.
After that, Y/n didn’t dare to check her phone again for the entirety of their lunchbreak, knowing fairly well, that Jere had gotten much better, much more explicit, in his messages. That didn’t stop her mind however from running wild, causing her to cross her legs tightly in hopes for a little inconspicuous friction.
Once the two girls parted ways, Y/n made her way to her lecture hall, only to stop in front of the doors. She was tempted to skip the lesson, knowing that she would be bored shitless and wanting to get in some more time with Jere. If only she could just turn up to his work, walk into his office - god she hoped he had an office to himself - and spread herself open on his desk, not caring about anyone hearing them.
But instead she was stood in front of a dusty room full of sleepy students and a professor with a voice dryer than the desert. Y/n sighed. She knew she couldn’t skip this lesson, she would never catch up on the topic by herself. So she walked in, looking for a free seat and deciding to sit all the way in the back, far away from most students, ignoring the hopeful smile a few girls send her as she walked by. She had no energy for small talk, nor for making a new friend. Not today. All she wanted was to read the messages on her phone.
Glad for the lack of pupils that could sneak a look over her shoulder, Y/n leaned back on her seat comfortably, finally able to unlock her phone.
Jere: can’t believe I’m sat at lunch with my colleagues and staring at your boobs
Jere: in public!!!
Y/n grinned to herself, sometimes Jere was still so surprised by her, it made her heart melt every time.
Jere: I really hope none of them can see the massive boner I have for you right now
There was a slight pause in his texts, Y/n wondered if he had waited for her to respond, but after a few minutes he’d send a picture. She bit her lip as she opened it, paying no attention to her professor who was just starting the lecture.
Jere was stood in a restaurant bathroom, taking a full body mirror selfie, showing off the bulge in the front of his pants.
Jere: see what you did to me?
Jere: I can’t even have a meal in peace, every time your name pops into my head I get instant boners
Y/n tried to suppress a giggle. Was this what he’d felt like when she send him that picture of her on her date? He looked so good in his business clothes, beige dress pants and a white button up shirt. The belt around his hips only accentuating the bulge. She bit her lip, the knowledge of her being the reason for it making her whole body tingle. She regretted having taken a seat instead of running to a nearby bathroom, or just going straight back home.
Then she realised there was another picture, he’d send a few minutes later.
Upon closer inspection it was a video.
He had never send a video before.
Holy fuck.
She stared at her screen for a few seconds, trying to decide what to do. Her legs were already shaking with need, her core throbbing in her panties. She couldn’t possibly torture herself even more.
Wrong.
At first she watched the video without sound, knowing too well by now, that Jere liked to make noise.
But seeing him tug on himself, hand wrapped around his thick dick, his tip already leaking with pre-cum, she couldn’t help but want more. He looked so familiar by now, she had practically memorised the veins and it’s colour. All she wanted was to touch him herself, to finally know what he’d feel like, heavy in her hand. What he would taste like.
But of course, he was practically of limits, pact still in place between them, forcing her to pretend that this was a totally casual thing between them. Just two friends sending nudes back and forth. Nothing special.
However, she did feel special once she sneaked one of her headphone buds into her ear, smiling innocently at her professor when they made eye contact.
Jere was moaning her name, hushed, because he was still in a stall in the bathroom, but oh so low and raspy. A shiver went up her spine as she continued to watch the video, his breath in her ear, his dick on her screen. God, she wished the video would never end. But his breath became more and more ragged, his movements more and more erratic until he was finally coming, pulsing in his own hand, shooting his cum over the stall door. The noises he made were less than discrete at this point and Y/n hoped for his sake, that no-one had walked in and heard him groan her name. The video ended a little shaky and Y/n realised, that she had bit her lip so hard, she was bleeding into her own mouth.
Three more times did she watch the video, unable to stop herself. She needed more than this, she needed for them to become a real thing. She needed him to touch her and she desperately needed to come around his cock instead of her fingers or a toy for once. Even if it would just be that once.
She rushed out of the door before her professor had fully finished the last sentence, as she just couldn’t take it anymore. Her panties were ruined, her mind was running wild and she had her destination set.
Y/n: I’m gonna need you to send me Jere’s address please
Ellie: what’s going on? Is it finally happening?
Y/n: I just can’t take it anymore, no more flirting over text without anything actually ever happening
Y/n: I need to know where we stand, so I can move on if he doesn’t see this as more than a funny way to pass his time
Ellie: ohh, someone’s getting feisty!
Within a few seconds, Y/n received the address and was on her way.
She was stuck.
She couldn’t ring the doorbell, in case he was actually home, but she also couldn’t leave because she needed him. In more than just the physical way, this wasn’t just about sex to her. Not anymore . Not that it had ever been casual to her if she was honest with herself. But she couldn’t ruin their friendship like this, what if he couldn’t look her in the eyes after all the things she’d send him over the last couple of weeks. What if he didn’t actually want to see her, he might still want their relationship to continue as a simple platonic friendship.
Y/n knew she was thinking too much, but she couldn’t help it. So much seemed to depend on this moment. And to be fair, she was still extremely horny, making her brain foggy and forcing her to intently think about her options in order to make a good decision. Not that she felt prepared to make the decision. All her confidence seemed to have left her body once she found herself on Jere’s doorstep.
Now what? Leave and never tell him about this, but forever think about the missed possibilities or stay and ring the doorbell and face her biggest fear since fifth grade. Both options seemed equally miserable.
Lucky for her - or to her terror, Y/n hadn’t decided yet - the decision was made for her. In form of a seriously dishevelled looking Jere rounding the corner. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her, eyes widening and mouth falling open in an ‘o’ shape.
“You- what-? Y/n?” He didn’t seem to be able to finish his sentences. Y/n stared at him with an equal amount of emotions flying through her veins. Horror, want, fear, the whole cocktail.
“What are you doing here?” He finally managed to press, voice quivering the tiniest amount, Y/n probably wouldn’t have noticed if she wouldn’t have been as nervous and cautious.
“I just-“ She found herself stammering for words now aswell. “I really wanted to see you, I couldn’t take it anymore.”
She took a step towards him, noticing how his shoulders dropped a little in relief. “I can’t keep on doing this Jere, I need you, so badly I can’t comprehend it.”
A smile slowly crept onto his face at her words and he took the last few steps that separated them. He was so close, she could feel the heat radiating off him.
“I’m so glad you said that. I was really worried you were here to call it quits. I thought maybe I’d taken it a bit too far with the video earlier, since you didn’t respond at all.”
Y/n’s eyes widened a bit in shock, as she realised he was right. “Actually that is, why I’m here. You pushed me too far this time.”
He sucked in a breath at her words, still not entirely sure if he’d made a mistake or not.
“I was sat in my lecture watching that video over and over again, torturing myself and you think you had no effect on me? God I wanted you so bad since that first picture you send today, I lost all control and came straight to your doorstep so you would finally fuck me in real life.”
Jere’s eyes had darkened with every word she said, his right hand crept up to her waist, closing the last distance between them as he waited for her to finish her rant.
“You really want me to fuck you, Y/n?” his voice had lowered to that tone she knew from his voice messages. Shit.
“Yes, please, I can’t think of anything else. I want you so much.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that to my face.” Jere whispered and finally, finally, he closed the gap between them in a surprisingly soft kiss.
Quite quickly their kiss got more heated though, both realising how much the other wanted them, especially after the build up they had created over the last month. His hands roamed all over her body, wanting, needing to touch every last inch of her.
Y/n couldn’t believe what was happening. She had pictured this moment so many times in her mind, that it almost didn’t feel real. She’d fantasized about his lips for years, but never would she have thought that they were gonna taste like cinnamon and hints of coffee. She moved her hands into his hair, finally tugging on it the way she’d wanted to for so long.
They pressed against each other, even though there wasn’t an inch of air between them, always wanting to be even closer. It wasn’t until a car drove past them, honking loudly, that the two realised they were still on the sidewalk in front of Jere’s house, in broad daylight. They watched the car drive off in a bit of a shock, frozen in place, gasping for air. Then they started giggling hysterically, holding on to the other as if their lives depended on it.
Quickly, Jere unlocked the front door, leading Y/n through the entryway, up some stairs to his apartment, only to push her against the wall once his door closed behind them. He attacked her lips again, ravishing them and finally made his way down her neck in small kisses, until he found that sweet spot, that made Y/n’s knees go weak. She let out a soft moan, merely more than a sigh, which only encouraged him to keep going. He kissed all the way down to her collarbone, when he paused, his fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. “May I?”
His voice send shivers down her spine, making her tremble ever so slightly. She felt like she was going to explode if he wasn’t going to touch her soon. Hastily she nodded, moving to kiss him once more, but he pulled out of her reach, dark eyes piercing into hers. “I need you to say it, baby. Use your words.”
There was a glimmer in his gaze that Y/n had never seen before in a man, and she wished he would never stop looking at her like that.
“Yes, please, I want it off!” Y/n nodded, maybe a bit too enthusiastic. A smug, all too familiar grin crept back onto Jere’s face.
“So eager for me, my love.”
When he still didn’t move to take her shirt off, she decided to take matters into her own hands, quickly removing the first layer of clothing that was separating them. He clearly hadn’t expected her to be so bold, and was frozen, staring at her exposed boobs, threatening to spill out of her bra at any moment. Oh how glad she was for having put on a pretty lacy one, having expected to send Jere a sneaky selfie maybe, but this reality was even better. She giggled at him, knowing full well she would react even worse once she got him out of his pants. Just the thought of finally being able to touch his dick made her drip in her panties.
Continuing to move things along, she wrapped her arms around his neck once more, pulling him back in so she could pepper his skin with an army of small kisses, showing him the affection she always wanted to. That finally broke him out of his trance, he moved his hand, lightly cupping one boob with his palm, exploring the way it fit perfectly in there, giving her nipple a light squeeze over the fabric. “Shit baby, you fit me so perfectly.”
His voice was rough in her ear and she had to dig her fingernails into his shoulder blades in order to keep upright, glad for the wall at her back. Looking up at Jere, she now tucked at his shirt, not willing to wait any longer to feel his bare skin against hers. “Off, please.”
He quickly obliged, just as eager as her to have her in his arms. Their lips met again as their bodies collided, a relieved moan escaping Y/n. Jere took his chance and slipped his tongue into her mouth, whilst pressing their bodies together. His hands wandered to her ass, cupping it, squeezing gently before lifting her up, so she could wrap her legs around his waist.
“There’s so much I want to do with you, I don’t even know where to start.” He admitted in between hot kisses.
A picture sprung to Y/n’s mind, a couch, a pair of joggers, a hand gripping a sizeable bulge through the material.
“Couch. Now.” She mumbled eager, knowing it didn’t matter where they went first.
Jere carried her over to his living room, not that Y/n paid much attention to their surroundings, fully focused on his mouth, his hands, his skin, flushed against hers.
He gently put her down on the couch, crawling on top of her, settling in between her legs, but she had other plans. With a mischievous smile she pulled away from his kiss, biting her bottom lip as she took him in. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you on this couch, with me on my knees, right here.”
She almost didn’t recognize her own voice, husky and full of want. Jere’s eyes darkened as she spoke, matching her own.
“You don’t have to baby-“ he started but she interrupted him immediately.
“No, I want to. Please! I really really want to” She didn’t care how needy she sounded, all she could think of was finally getting to taste his dick. Her mouth started watering at the thought and she lightly palmed him through his dress pants. “Please, I want you in my mouth.”
He let out a helpless groan, wanting it clearly as much as she did. So she moved to push him back into the cushions, getting down on the floor in front of the couch and putting her hair up in a ponytail in a routine motion. Jere stared at her with his mouth hanging slightly open. “Fuck me, that was sexy, baby.”
She gave him a playful wink, moving to palm him through his pants one last time, before undoing his belt.
He sucked in a harsh breath as she wasted no time, pulling down his jeans and boxers and freeing his cock. He was already rock hard, tip glistening with pre-cum, waiting for her to wrap her lips around him.
“I want you to come in my mouth please.” Y/n said, eyes wide and filled with the desire to please him. It looked like he was going to protest, but she gave him no chance to respond, teasingly licking across his swollen head and taking his tip into her mouth, causing him to gasp for air. A hand snuck into her hair, not to push her further, but more so it seemed, so he had something to hold onto.
“Shit, Y/n.” Jere groaned as she sucked him deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head rhythmically up and down. Her tongue stroking the underside of his length, teasing his sensitive head every now and again and she almost couldn’t believe her ears as he whimpered.
The noise ringing in her ears, as she let go of his thigh, where she had been stabilizing herself to cup his balls lightly, causing him to pull on her hair as he threw his head back into the cushions.
“You feel so much better than I ever imagined it.” The words fell of his lips, sending shivers down Y/n’s back, the sensation causing her to moan lightly around him, her own cunt still desperately waiting for attention in her soaked panties. She briefly wondered if she had soaked through her jeans at this point, a wet spot forming at her front.
Y/n shifted her weight, bending her knees a little straighter so she could touch herself without him noticing. He throbbed in her mouth, as she let out another sigh, feeling herself through her panties. They were utterly ruined and technically he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“I’m already so close baby, you’re doing such a good job.” Jere could barely keep his eyes open, pleasure clearly overtaking his whole body. His words only encouraged her, speeding up her movements and leaning forward so she could take all of him, his head hitting the back of her throat, making her gag a little, her eyes watering.
“So good. Fuck. Baby. Oh my god.” Jere became more and more incoherent, mumbling and whining words that didn’t really make up full sentences.
And then he whimpered again, and the sound made Y/n’s eyes roll back in her head as he watched and without much warning she felt him cum down the back of her throat in several hot spurts, groaning her name over and over. She stilled her movements, taking in the sensations of him pulsing in her mouth. Then she swallowed it all with a satisfied grin, which made him groan again, pleased immensely by the show she had given him.
The sight in front of her was something she would have loved to immortalise by taking a picture, but she didn’t want to push Jere too far. He stared at her still, watched her lick her lips and smile up at him. A grin tucked at the corners of his mouth aswell and he moved to help her up again. He helped her to sit beside him, eyes grazing over her unzipped jeans once she was back at his side. He raises a teasing eyebrow. “Were you getting off over sucking my dick baby?”
She nodded, embarrassment flushing her cheeks pink, as he looked at her in wonder.
“My God, I don’t deserve you.” He mumbled more to himself than her, as he pulled her back into a kiss. She was putty in his arms, her brain had turned off the minute he had opened his door, and so he had it easy, pulling her into his lap and holding her close.
Later she wouldn’t remember if they had made out for just a few minutes or hours, but she took in every second as if it was her last. Her whole body was still on fire, longing for his touch and his hands were all over her skin again, except for that one place she needed him most.
Y/n started grinding down on his thigh once she couldn’t take it anymore, not caring how desperate she looked. His left hand wandered to her ass, squeezing it a bit before helping her move against him. She let out a long hum, finally content with the amount of friction she was getting.
“So eager for me, princess. You really meant what you said in all them texts didn’t you?”
Her answer came out ragged as her breathing was getting heavy. “Of course. Meant every detail. Hmm, fuck. Please Jere.”
Signature smirk plastered on his face, he took in the sight she was depicting. Hair messy, falling out of her ponytail and her lips swollen from all the kissing and the head she’d given him. And still, she was in her jeans. Y/n needed more, needed him closer now. She saw the moment the thought crossed his mind, registered the sudden glimmer in his eyes as he decided what he was going to do.
“I think I’ve finally decided what I want to do with you first. I need to taste your sweet pussy baby, I can practically feel you leaking through those pants onto my thigh by now.”
Y/n sucked in a sharp breath at his words, his voice sending another shock wave through her body that ended in her core, before the meaning of them registered in her mind. Fuck. She nodded eagerly, unconsciously waiting for more instructions.
“I want you to take off your pants and then I want you to come and sit on my face. I want to taste you.”
Her eyes widened at his request, stilling in her movements to look him in the eyes, silently asking if he was sure. He nodded ever so slightly, fingers dipping into her hips reassuringly. She bit her lip, as she pushed off him, watching him lie down, his eyes still focused solely on her.
Deciding to tease him a little, since she had the opportunity, she pulled her jeans down her hips excruciatingly slow, turning around once she’d reached her knees, as she had to bend over. His eyes widened once she turned back around to face him, now only stood in her underwear. His gaze focused on her crotch, still hidden behind her panties.
“Shit, princess you’re absolutely soaked.” His voice was raspy, only spurring on the fire in her insides.
“You owe me a new pair, these have been absolutely ruined since my lecture.” Y/n said, but she didn’t manage to sound too upset about it. He also didn’t exactly seem to be aware of any guilt.
Jere reached out, tracing a hand lightly up her thigh to feel the fabric of her panties. He sucked in a sharp breath, lightly caressing her lips through the material, making her knees buckle. Then he reached further up, pulling the last layer of clothing that was separating them down her legs with a rough tug.
“Get that pussy on my mouth, right now.”
Shutting of her brain completely, Y/n followed his instructions, placing her knees on either side of his head and finally, fucking finally, lowering herself down onto his awaiting lips.
Not wanting to smother him, she hovered close to his face, a low moan escaping her, as she felt him lick a long line across her core. Why was he still teasing her? Y/n wriggled her hips a little impatiently, the thought of his mouth on her practically made her drip onto his awaiting tongue, silently begging him to do something. Anything.
She dared to sneak a look down at him, in between her thighs, and saw him already staring back at her intently.
“I said sit on me.” His deep voice was as demanding as his stare and Y/n swallowed hard. Jere’s hands slid up her thighs, fingers pressing into her, bringing her further down, until she was properly sat upon her self proclaimed throne.
A strangled moan escaped Y/n as soon as they collided and his nose pushed against her clit, finally providing the friction she had wanted. Jere chuckled deeply against her, nuzzling his nose against her more, as he began to devour her with his mouth.
His hands roamed her thighs reassuringly, whilst also preventing her from moving away again. He held her down, against his lips, his open mouth. Between long licks across her folds, sparing out her clit teasingly, Jere muttered. “You taste so fucking good, y/n.” Earning a whine from her in return.
She frantically looked for something to hold on to, as he finally decided to pay attention to her most sensitive spot. He gave her clit a light kiss at first, the sensation sending hot flushes all the way up her spine. Needing to steady herself her left hand reached out to the nearest wall, as her other tangled into his hair.
Jere flicked his tongue against her expertly, every now and again sucking her clit into his mouth causing her hips to involuntary buckle down against him. Y/n had never lost control over her own body this quickly.
“Shit, if you keep going like this I’m gonna come.” She managed to form a comprehensive sentence, through little pants and frowns. Her words only seemed to encourage Jere further. His left hand wandered up her body, leaving a hot pattern of light touches on its way until it reached it’s target, her boobs. He simply held on to one, thumb every now and again grazing her nipple lazily.
Meanwhile he had begun to spend more attention to Y/n’s entrance, licking around it and collecting her juices that were still leaking heavily out and onto his face.
As soon as she felt his tongue enter her for the first time she realised she was too far gone. She clutched his hair in one hand, the other clasped over his on her chest in desperation to hold on to something, as her whole body tensed up, before she finally fell over the edge.
She wasn’t even sure if she’d made any noise afterwards. All she remembered were waves of pleasure collapsing over her as she tried not to double over.
Her orgasm seemed to last forever, yet it wasn’t long enough, Y/n wished she could stay in the moment, hold on to that feeling in the pit of her stomach for longer. But like all good things in life, even an orgasm had an end. Especially if it was a good one.
As she calmed down again, she returned to her consciousness. Jere was still down there, still kissing her skin and caressing her lovingly. Y/n tried to move off of him, to give him a chance to breathe and so he could relax his face. But as soon as she moved a muscle, his hands were back on her thighs, holding her in place. His voice was laced with disapproval as he spoke.
“Oh I’m not finished with you yet, my love.”
Y/n winced, and she wasn’t entirely sure herself if it was because she now was quite sensitive and he was still giving her so much friction, or if it was because his words made her want more. Crave more. She wanted to feel him inside her again.
He began to fuck her with his tongue, at first slowly, but soon he was giving it his all, and she was writhing above him. Face buried so deep, his nose kept moving against her clit, which drove Y/n to a very dangerous point of pleasure. The thought of his tongue alone, wide and impressively long, ready for her, made her go crazy. The feeling of him moving against her walls, as deep as he could physically manage was incredible. She couldn’t describe it any other way. “Jere. Oh god.”
She couldn’t form a coherent thought even though she tried so hard to get one out. “Gonna come again.”
“Yes baby, you got this. Come on, I want you to come on my tongue.”
It didn’t take much for her to fall of the edge again, this time definitely groaning loudly as her body erupted in shivers, involuntarily pressing even further down onto Jere’s face. She might have felt scared for him, if she had been able to think about what had happened.
His voice drew her back down to reality, shocking, yet comforting.
“I’m not done with you yet. You made me wait so long for a taste, I don’t think I can stop any time soon baby.”
Jere kept lightly lapping at her cunt. She was feeling slightly overstimulated now, but he was so gentle, so slow, she knew she could do it, she could give him what he wanted.
“Please.” She whispered, exhaustion flowing through her veins, but she wasn’t ready to stop either. She knew she wanted to continue, all the years she’d imagined what it would be like, what he’d be like, and now he was right there, paying attention to just her, and if she could she would keep going forever.
He took it much slower this time, really devouring everything she offered him. He was careful, aware that she was overstimulated, but really wanting her to finish on his face one last time.
Both critically conscious of the fact that what they were doing was against the rules, against their rules. It might very well be the only time they would be this uncontrolled and open together.
Y/n relaxed back into Jere’s touch and he took it as his sign to speed up again, giving a little extra attention to her clit as one of his hands crept up her thigh.
“Are you ready for this, baby?” He asked her, a lazy finger tracing her entrance.
Y/n nodded, forgetting that he couldn’t see her. When he didn’t continue she realised she needed to use her voice.
“Yes, please.” The words came out raspy and broken inbetween her panting, as her whole body was anticipating his fingers.
He slowly inserted a single digit first, feeling her out, spreading her wetness even further. Once he slowly started pumping in and out of her, Y/n didn’t want to keep in the noise anymore. Moans and praises alike fell from her lips, it didn’t matter that none of them made too much sense. Her whining became even louder as he added a second finger, her hips pushing down against him involuntarily.
Jere began to work them in and out of her, lips back around her clit, leaving Y/n a mess above him.
Her legs began to shake around him, and she was struggling to keep herself sat.
“Gonna soak my face, baby?” Jere purred as he came up for air, voice laced with smugness. “Don’t get all shy on me now, I wanna hear you scream my name so even the neighbours know who’s making you feel this good.”
Y/n almost choked on her own spit hearing him speak with so much confidence. His voice so low it was pretty much guttural.
It spured her on, made her want to be good for him, to do just like he asked.
If she had been close to the edge before, now she was walking the tightrope, ready to let herself fall of the ledge.
His fingers hit that spot deep inside her over and over again and she knew she was gone. “Oh my, I’m gonna, I’m gonna-“
A cry fell from her lips and then she fell forward, both arms pressed to the wall infront of her, as the most intense orgasm yet shook her whole body.
Jere held her upright, his movements slowing down as he let her ride out the waves of pleasure beyond her control. As he felt her clench around his fingers over and over again he groaned satisfied into her clit, only making Y/n cry out louder at the sensation.
After what felt like forever and just a second at the same time, Y/n finally calmed down enough so she could slide down Jere’s body. Giving him space to breathe and letting her slide against the couch cushions, body limp and utterly exhausted.
When he came to sit up he looked almost even more blissed out then she did. His face was glistening with her juices, big grin spread across his feature as he looked at her from under heavy eyelids. “That was amazing, baby, you taste so good. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
A small smile spread across Y/n’s lips in agreement, she had lost all ability to move or speak. Pure satisfaction filled her veins.
Her eyes widened as she watched him slowly lick his fingers and all around his mouth, savouring as much of her as he could reach. And there was a lot. She hadn’t realised how intense her orgasms had been, his nose and cheeks were shiny with her slick. His beard smeared as well.
He didn’t seem too upset though. A wide grin was brightening his features as he kept eye contact with her, whilst he cleaned her mess, proudly savouring every drop.
Exhaustion filled her veins, and her eyes started to get a little droopy as she watched him. Still, hot desire flowed through her veins, leaving her to wonder if it would ever subside again.
He looked at her with the same heat blazing in his eyes, making them shine with a dangerous colour. His gaze softened as he realised how worn out she was. “Oh, baby, did I tire you out?”
Y/n could only nod quietly, her mind still trying to catch up with what had happened since she stood on his doorstep. Gently, Jere moved closer again, soothingly rubbing his hands over her arms and Y/n melted into his touch.
A chuckle came from him at her willingness, and she tried to shoot him an annoyed look but he was just so Jere and she still wanted him so bad it almost hurt. All she could hope for was that he wouldn’t see the hearts in her pupils whenever she looked at him.
His arm wrapped around her waist and he helped her stand up, before he lead her to his bedroom. He let her snuggle into his sheets as he disappeared into what she assumed was his bathroom. After a few minutes he reappeared with a warm towel and began to softly clean her naked form, gently making sure not to apply too much pressure.
When he finally crawled into bed next to her, Y/n’s eyes were only open by a small crack, and she hummed happily as he pulled her close into his warm embrace.
When she awoke, Y/n found herself wrapped in a warm blanket and she sighed happily, not wanting to open her eyes just yet. She wanted to remain in her happy cocoon a little bit longer, as she couldn’t remember the last time she had been so relaxed.
But as her consciousness returned, so did her memories of the afternoon and with a start, Y/n opened her eyes. She was in Jere’s bed. And the warm blanket was in fact the guy she’d been obsessed with for as long as she could remember. His arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her close to his chest, her back fitting perfectly to his front. His face was buried into her neck and his breath lightly tickled her skin.
His chest wasn’t the only thing pressed into her though. His hard cock was nestled against her ass, hot and practically begging her to touch him.
But that thought didn’t cross Y/n’s mind as she lay in his embrace. Her body stiffened, as she started to panic. This wasn’t right. It shouldn’t have happened. He couldn’t be another hook up in her sexting hall of fame.
She shouldn’t have come, this was what she always did. Build tension with a random guy, preferably someone she met on the internet, by sending nudes back and forth, until it all came to a heed in one explosive hookup. Then she never saw them again.
But this was Jere. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. She was supposed to go on dates with him, watch him fall in love with her as deeply as she had been with him for years. At what point had it all gone so wrong. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes and she wriggled in his grip in order to escape his embrace. All it did was earn her a groan from the man behind her.
She stilled, not wanting to wake him, but her mind was still racing at a hundred miles an hour.
“Good morning.” The gruffled voice, low in her ear startled her. It is was the middle of the night.
Jere’s grip tightened on her, leaving her breathless as his hand spread across her stomach. He seemed to quickly clock her tension as he lifted his head to muster her face. “What’s wrong?”
Y/n tried her best not to let out the heavy sigh that was stuck in her throat. But she couldn’t help the tears slipping quietly down her face. Concern showed on his face in the way he furrowed his brows and the slight tug on his lips.
With a soft grip he turned her around to face him, a hand raising up, as if he was about to wipe the tears away, but he hesitated.
Y/n closed her eyes. This was not how it was supposed to go. Everything was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
“Please, talk to me.” If she wouldn’t have known better, she would have thought his voice broke a little.
It took her a while to compose herself, and Jere reaching out to sooth her didn’t help, the touch of his fingertips sending hot shivers through her.
“I just-“ she took a deep breath. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.”
He removed his hand with an abrupt move. Something flickered in his eyes, the spark that had been there since she first sat in his lap that afternoon distinguished.
“What?” The question was sharp and Y/n regretted her words immediately.
“We- we had all those rules and I wasn’t even supposed to be here.” Whilst she spoke, she realised her thoughts didn’t come out the way she wanted them to and she winced at the hurt that was now clearly showing on Jeres features. She never wanted to see him like this. But she needed him to understand, that this wasn’t casual to her.
“I’m trying to say-“ she reached for his hand, afraid that he might get up and leave if she took too long to explain, yet equally afraid of him leaving once she did explain herself. Once she did tell him the truth. About her feelings, how long they had been lingering inside her. How she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t in love with him any longer.
“I didn’t mean to come here for a casual hookup.”
Now Jere looked more confused than anything else, his eyebrows wrinkled in a silent question, his mouth opening to interrupt her, but Y/n didn’t let him.
“I know that these last weeks were practice for you. Just that, nothing more. But at some point to me... I wasn’t pretending anymore. I genuinely meant everything I said. I genuinely missed you. Mentally, and physically.” She couldn’t help reaching out to caress his face as she spoke, lightly brushing his temple. He just kept looking at her, as if all he wanted was to listen to her voice. Ever so slowly a smile crept onto his face again, shooting away the darkness and sorrow her words had caused.
“I can’t handle this being a one time thing. I know, that this is how it usually goes, and up till now I liked it this way, but Jere. This can’t be just one night for me. And if that’s what you expect then I will leave right now, and we can pretend like it never happened. But I want you. In my life. If you can’t do that for me, then I don’t think I can see you ever again.”
She bared her heart to him, speaking with so much intend, her own heart ached and her voice began to wobble.
And Jere just smiled at her.
Gazed at her and smiled.
And she needed him so badly to answer her, but he just kept smiling.
“Don’t just look at me like that.” She tried to hide the irritation in her voice.
He smile broadened even further. “Oh Y/n.”
His eyes bored into hers as he finally broke his silence.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this for anyone.”
Y/n’s heart did somersaults in her chest. He sounded surprised himself.
“I didn’t really want the rules.” He admitted, biting his lip. “I just thought you wouldn’t talk to me without them.”
Her eyes grew wide. What?
“Do you even realise what it was like for me when you send that first image? I was at my parents house for fucks sake! And sitting on the couch in your childhood home with a giant tent in your pants? Not as fun as you might think. I’ve been harbouring feelings for you for years in a small part of my heart. But the last few weeks it just grew and grew and I couldn’t do anything about it. I was just helpless against your wits.”
After a small pause he added with a cheeky grin. “And your tits.”
Y/n giggled. Her own heart had swollen to an unbearable size at his words and all she wanted was to kiss him and to never ever stop.
“Really?” she asked quietly, eyes wondering from his eyes to his lips and back.
“Yes, and if you keep looking at me like that baby, we’re gonna have another tent situation on our hands.”
She giggled again, pulling him closer, but speaking up again before he had a chance to close the gap. “You know just as well as me that your tent’s been poking me into my back since before I even opened my eyes to look at you.”
The fire ignited in his eyes again.
“It’s been there since I first saw you drop that towel.”
She grinned, they were so close now she could feel his breath cast over her exposed skin. “I think I could help with that.”
She realised she had still wrapped the sheet wrapped around her, quite similarly to a towel. With a smirk she let go of it, pushing it back so there was nothing separating them anymore. Her nipples stiffened as the cold air hit them. Jere sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide in surprise. And then, finally, finally, he closed the millimetres between them as he pressed his lips against hers in a sweet kiss. A meaningful kiss.
“I don’t think I can let you go, ever again.”
His words left her speechless, it was all she had ever wanted to hear from him.
It turned out to be easy, lying in his arms and sharing soft kisses and caresses.
They fit together the way she had always desired. No – better than she could have imagined.
Eventually, their kisses turned heated again, but without the haste that had befallen them in the entryway, the fear of the other wanting to stop gone. Instead Y/n was sure he would catch her should she fall.
She was already so wet for him again, and she could feel his own arousal pressing into her hip. Y/n broke the kiss, to speak, needing to let him know how she felt.
“I don’t think I could let you go either.”
She wasn’t sure if her words broke something in Jere, or whether they healed something, but his eyes turned a little glazed as he looked her into her eyes.
“I know”, he whispered back, voice so raspy it could’ve ground down her eardrums until the only nuance she could hear was his voice, his breath, his heartbeat.
Y/n opened her legs further, pulling him in, inviting his body to share the same space, to press skin against skin until they would be one.
She wanted to kiss him again, one hand tangled in his hair once more, a feeling she had accustomed to so quickly. But he leaned his head back to look at her. His tip was positioned right at her entrance, where she wanted him. This was her last chance to stop whatever it was that had transpired between them.
She could see it in his eyes, if they did this, if they fully gave in to this, there was no going back. She would be his, and he would be hers. There was no option to change her mind.
In her mind, she saw herself as the kid she once was, laughing at the silly jokes he told her. She relived the moment he had braided a flower crown for her, when her heart had skipped a beat for the first time whilst looking at him. They had barely been teens by then. She saw how he went off to university and how he left a gaping hole on her heart that she had tried to fill ever since, only for him to fill it back up with just a few texts. And a phone call, ohh, that phone call. She’d known back then she was fully gone, she just hadn’t been ready to admit it.
Right now, she was.
She looked deeply into Jeres eyes , seeing the same memories and emotions in them, and she nodded. Just a tiny little movement.
He let out a breath, and it was almost as if he wanted to cry, but then he pushed into her. Slowly, as if he wanted to savour every moment. It was almost too much for her. Y/n had to close her eyes, as the sensations of him filling her, stretching her out, became too much. And finally, as he bottomed out, his hipbone digging into her own, their bodies closer than they had ever been before, finally she let out a happy sigh.
If they could, she wanted them to stay like this forever. Jere rested his forehead against hers, his breath ghosting over her face and as she opened her eyes again, she saw, that he smiled just as wide an happy as she did.
This was it for her, he was it. No one could take this away from her, ever.
He started to move, slowly at first, getting a feel for the way her body hugged to his. How her nails dug into his back the faster he went. How little moans and curses fell past her lips, when he hit all the right spots.
Y/n arched her back, as the pressure began to build in her again, hot and all consuming. His hand felt out the curve, holding her even closer. Her hard nipples pressed into his chest, his mouth was on her neck again. Could a person feel too many good sensations at once?
“That’s my girl.” Jere muttered into her skin, and it send Y/n’s brain into overload.
My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl-
Jere.
“You’re so pretty like this… in my arms, all mine. Needy for me.” His voice was muffled by the loud beating of her heart in her ears.
Y/n didn’t want to let go of him again. But his words ignited the fire in her even further and she knew she was going to fall off the cliff soon.
“You gonna come for me, my love?”
Y/n took in a sharp breath, nodding her head yes vigorously and quickly began to chant yes, yes, yes, yes, over and over, as Jere moved one hand to her clit.
“M’gonna cum.” Y/n barely managed to get the words out as a warning, before she started to clench around him.
“Fuuuuck, yes, do it baby, cum all over me. I want it, want it so bad.” He encouraged her.
The movement of her own hips spluttered, as all she could do was hold on to his shoulders for dear life. She threw her head back into the pillow, nails digging deep into his skin. He looked back up from her neck to her eyes, and the heat and love she saw in his gaze made her come absolutely undone. His name fell of her lips again and again, as she came, with an intensity she’d never felt before. It lasted for what felt like hours.
Only Jeres voice brought her back into reality. “That was so hot, you’re so fucking pretty. All for me. All mine, baby. I’m gonna-“
“Please.” She begged for him. His thrusts got sloppy and imprecise but still just as deep as he kept going for just a little longer.
Then he shuddered, burying himself in her as he came and Y/n closed her eyes again revelling in the feeling of him pulsing inside her, warmth spreading through her, sending another shockwave up and all over her.
They stayed tangled together for a lot longer, her hands gently caressing his back. She was content to stay like this forever, but eventually she had to get up to go to the bathroom.
She looked at herself in the mirror as she washed her hands, shocked at who looked back at her. Her hair was tussled atop her head, in the charming way only sex left it. Her cheeks still rosy, a constant smile on her lips. Y/n liked who looked back at her.
When she came back into the room, Jere had put on their favourite series from their childhood. Y/n picked a shirt of his from a chair in a corner, it smelled particularly well like him, and threw it on before climbing back into bed with him for more cuddles. This was perfect. They were perfect. Just what she had wanted.
She couldn’t think of any of the reasons that had previously kept them apart.
Her head shot up when she did. With wide eyes she looked at Jere. “Oh god, I’m gonna have to tell Ellie.”
Jere giggled at the face she pulled when she realised. “And our parents!”
“That’s a problem for tomorrow. Or maybe next week.” He answered, giving her a small kiss on top of her head as she snuggled back into his side. “For now, I just want to be with you.”
The butterflies that his words send through Y/n’s veins were getting so familiar at this point, she knew they’d never leave. They continued to watch the show, even though it was the middle of the night, but neither of them cared. There were no words needed between them, not yet at least.
Before she fell asleep again she whispered “I love you.” into his neck. And as she drifted off, she could feel him smile into her skin.
He loved her too.