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Hot, by Vanessa S. Quest
Prompt: Fever
Leaning against the brick-faced wall, panting and legs shaking, sweat rolling down his neck, he felt his stomach somersault. Stars flashing in front of his closed eyes, he let out a low moan.
It had to be over a hundred degrees, his skin was on fire with electric shots of ice running up and down his center. He quivered before letting out another soft sound.
The feeling of teeth raking over flesh and hair brushing against his navel as it bobbed up and down.
A hand reaching up with parts of his crumpled shirt toward his mouth suggesting he gag himself.
With a soft scoff, he smiled through his parted mouth as fingers guided the fabric in deep. His wet tongue sucked on the fingers before they could pull out only for those two fingers to find one of his two nipples and roll it before moving to the next one to do the same.
He bucked his hips in response, moaning a muffled sound, his hair raked through the lengths of soft hair tucking tight to his core using him like a straw. He felt his legs starting to give out as he rolled through an orgasm, cumming.
He crashed into the wall, sliding down the brick as it left light scratches on his exposed skin. He gripped the arms of the woman kneeling in front of him and pulled her up only for him to slide to the ground, folding a knee under him. He pulled his shirt down and unzipped the fly of her jeans before leaning in and feverishly feeling the wetness he’d exposed. His tongue pulled back with a string of juices before going back in deeper, fingers joining it to scissor the opening wider, gaining him more and more juices.
As she began to moan and buck herself, he pulled the small of her back toward him, tightly, deepening his reach as he continued to suckle her. As he felt her muscles in her thighs tighten around his ears and cheeks, and her pussy constrict, he fought her to get even deeper and shallower before going in at a different depth.
“Don’t you dare stop...” She breathed, now infected with his fever from earlier.
Releasing her back, he snaked his hand to her breasts, massaging them before putting added focus on her clit, jamming it like a pic to a guitar string weaving his tongue in while pulling his fingers further out and then reversing the order.
He spun her into the wall, she lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders with her toes barely reaching the ground. She could imagine smothering him in herself, but heard him pull back for a gasp of sticky, wet breath that tickled her thighs.
The quiver in her own thighs made her spill forward onto him, her arms draping his head and scratching his scalp, feeling the silk of his hair between her spread fingers.
Jessie pulled him back up, biting into his black shirt at the edge of his neck, sucking where her mouth connected to leave her mark just at his collar.
“Hey—they’re going to see that...”
“I’m counting on it—our dads thought you have a fever, so if that’s a rash too? They’ll leave us alone for the long weekend.” She winked as she pulled back.
Jonny let out a weak laugh, “Or they’ll put me in quarantine and I might die.”
“Oh, you’ve gone through worse.”
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