Chapter Fifty-Nine: Blown Away

Somewhere between the living room and a second round over the dining room table they had made it to the bedroom. Jon lay flat on his back wide awake as Devon curled into him sleeping soundly. His fingers twisted gently through her hair as her breathing evened out. There was one thing that was clear - and that was that he didn't want to be without her. How did he stop her going to jail? He wasn’t corrupt and he didn’t play in circles where big boys could make things happen with sums of money.

From what Devon had said to him she wanted to make it right, in the right way. He respected that but he didn't know how that could even happen. They needed to see his lawyer. Once he called back he would make an appointment with him and take Devon along. The pads of his fingers drifted over her shoulder and down the delicate curve of her back where the sheet and slipped down and creamy porcelain skin began.

The other outstanding issue was Jared, where was he now? And was he content to let his absent ex-girlfriend get away with the money until the end of time? Somehow Jon doubted that but distance is what kept her safe. No man with a criminal record could get into the US. And as long as she stayed here, she’d be safe.

“What are you thinking about?” A sleepy voice came through the night.

“How did you know I’m thinking?” He swallowed the dryness out of his mouth.

“You twitch a little.”

He chuckled. “I do?” Dorothea had never told him that and he’d laid awake many times in bed before thinking about the band and all kinds of shit.

“Yeah you do. So what were you thinking about?” In the night she propped herself up against his chest and faced him. The lights from outside caught in her eyes, her face was soft and sleepy. Her hair mussed from all the passion and play early on.

He snorted. “Your hair is a mess.”

“Shut up.” She playfully flicked one of his nipples but he snatched her hand.

“Hey--we know where that will end us.”

She shifted up so she lay flat against his body, his curves against her curves and her lips grazed his chin. “I know you. You’ll be thinking about me.” He closed his eyes as her fingers brushed over his forehead. “Either that or how to get Steph to stop dating her college guy.”

“Awe, why did you have to go and remind me of that?”

She giggled and kissed him gently on the lips. He ran his hands down the side of her and then locked them on the small of her back. “She will be fine. She’s a smart kid. Speaking of which do you still want me to set her up with that part time job?”

His brow beetled. “Of course we agreed on that didn’t we?”

“Just checking. Things have changed since then that’s all.”

“I know-but still go ahead with that. Steph would hate me even more than she will when I get to meet her jock boyfriend.”

“Stop thinking. Just for a minute.” She whispered against his mouth. He closed his eyes and kissed her, she groaned as his tongue slid into her mouth and he tasted silky decadence. If he wasn’t completely smitten with her at this moment, the painful logic in him would flesh this problem out but he shelved it till the morning. She had that effect on him and he needed it. He needed her around when his life got crazy, she could centre him just with her smile or her touch, or fuck her laugh.

His hands drifted down her to her cute ass and he cupped it. “Why is it when you lie on top of me just when I thought I had no more energy, I can go you again? You’re an addiction Devon Scott.” So it wasn’t her real name but it was who she was now.

She flattened her palms on his chest and pushed herself up, his cock waking with the movement.

The soft outline of her breasts could be seen in the light the city lights provided his bedroom, they never drew the curtains when she stayed and he kind of liked that. Her nipples peaked so he covered them with his hands and let his thumbs roll over the tips. Her head tipped back and she arched with a short intake of breath. Her small and curvy body was perfect; perfect for his hands to roam around and touch her in the places he knew could make her sing.

“I’m thinking again.” He announced. “But I’m thinking about the best way to make you scream.” His finger trailed down the middle of her, down over her belly and into the soft curls around her sweet spot. “Perhaps here.”

She gasped as his fingers traced along the lips of her labia. His cock ached as the guttural groans filled the room. She pulsed under his hand and he took her soaring to her heights. Each groan, each heated gasp pushed his cock into a state of readiness.

Her hand reached down to his and she held it as she shook above him, the cream of her orgasm dripping down onto his hand. He wanted to be inside her but she leaned down and her hot breath tickled his neck.
“You’re still tense.” She whispered as her lips kissed down his neck. He jumped as her hand hooked down and around his cock.

“Oh fuck.”

She giggled against his skin and her teeth scraped over his shoulder. “Say it.”

He frowned. “What?”

The tip of her nail grazed the side of his cock and he breathed. “Oh god.”

“Tell me you want it.” She lifted her head to his. “Like you always make me.” Innocence gleamed in her eyes even in the darkness of the room. He was in trouble. Her hands were like silken flames and it was all he could do was take it as her torture commenced.

“I want it.” It was dangerous to play his game back at her. He knew what she wanted to hear but he was holding out on her. It’s what made it fun. If he could make it.

Desire raged in her eyes and seduction in her voice. “Tell me exactly what you want big boy. Or you won’t be getting it.” Her tongue flicked out to his lips. “And do you really want to miss out?” Her soft lips brushed against the shell of his ear. “And you know I suck you spectacularly.”

His head flipped back on the pillow and his hand twisted in the sheets. It made his heart clench how innocent she was in the daytime, the sweet sexy woman she was and now here the devil temptress she could be.

Then she licked her lips. He could see it but the worse thing was he could hear it and the sound arrowed right down to his cock. “Ok, Christ ok ok. Suck it.”

“Suck what?”

“Devon. Fuck. My cock. Suck my cock.” He hurriedly begged.

She remained still and didn’t show any signs of moving down there. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Devon-please suck my cock.” It was a desperate whisper because hell, he was desperate for her. He watched her slowly slide down his body and he reached out to the bedside light. He needed to watch. Her hands were like silken flames, her eyes taunting as her soft fingers curled back around his shaft.

“You want to watch me?”

He nodded, “I want to watch.”

The little grin that danced on her pink lips was pure evil. How it could come from such a sweet girl he’d never know. But he liked it. Jon wasn’t prepared for the lightning surge of pleasure as her tongue barely touched the tip of his cock. “Christ.”

A slow sensual glide of her tongue down his length had him wrestling with his self-control but fuck it felt so good. His teeth clenched and he let out a low hiss as she rounded her tongue back over the aching tip.

“Damn you Devon.”

Her mouth opened and any innocence vanished in one fell swoop as his cock disappeared into the depths of her wet warm mouth. His groan came out strangled and hungry but he barely had the strength to do anything but hold back his release.

His hands went into her hair, his finger clenching at the soft blond curls that fell around his palms. He want to hold her there, scared she’d back off and tease the holy hell out of him again. Combined with him watching her mouth was the pop of her mouth around his cock, the same sounds that a nine dollar porn movie made but a thousand times more lethal.

And he watched.

Watched his cock slide back into her mouth.

Growled.

Growled as her tongue curved around him.

Felt.

Felt her groan against his sensitive skin as she tasted him.

It was the sexiest thing he’d seen and he loved her for it. She pressed in back and took him stronger, longer and deeper. Cried out as he hit the back of her throat, sensitive skin on sensitive skin and he had no control. His balls tightened and ached for release and his legs were numb from clenching so hard.

The pleasure was intense. Too intense that it was dangerous. Yup she was killing him. One suck at a time. The temperature in the room was stifling but he was near release. His hands shot up into his hair as he bowed back, panting, fighting for breath.

“Oh fuck.” The tiny tears of sweat trickled down his temples.

He felt her tongue stroke one more time before it blinded him and he shouted hard from his lungs. Every fibre of his body twisted and then unravelled.

When he opened his eyes again it was dark, he was breathing normally and Devon’s finger was stroking his chest gently. “Oh god, what happened?” His voice cracked as she shifted up to meet him again. She smelt like the citrus soap in his shower and her breath was minty. “Did you have a shower?” He asked puzzled his head fuzzy.

“I did. You passed out.”

His hand clutched his chest. “Fuck, I did?” He chuckled. “Well shit.”

“I thought I’d broken you.” She said seriously but he could see the cheeky grin through the darkness.

“You did--I don’t ever think I’ve-I mean I’ve had women pass out after sex, you know in a ball of contentment.”

She stroked his forehead. “That was you. I knew you weren't dead, the smile on your face proved otherwise.”

He laughed again. “God. I mean-that was wow.” He covered his face with his hand. “Wow.”

She handed him the water bottle off the bedside counter. “You need to drink this though.”

He glugged the water back and then sighed. “Fuck me Devon.” He rolled them onto their sides and wrapped his arms around her.

“You-I can’t lose you.”

She pressed her cheek against his chest. “Why? Because I can give you a good blow job?”

He kissed the top of her head. “No, well ok partly.” He teased. “I just can’t lose you. I’ve never let go with someone like that before. Ever.”

She squeezed him tighter. “I know. I hope you know no matter what I’ve done. It’s got nothing to do with how I feel about you.”

He smiled. At last knowing the truth he thought he always had. She was different now. And he loved her. And he would fight for her.

“I know. And I won’t lose you. I’m not going to let it happen. Come hell or high water.”

And he meant it.