25. Jonah
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
jonah
This is not really how I thought tonight was going to go. I mean if I’m being honest, maybe I did think that at the beginning of the day. But after the massive fistfight and the, you know, being disqualified from State thing . . .
Yeah, this was the last thing I thought would be happening, but it’s exactly what we both need right now.
Because tomorrow . . . tomorrow is going to be a shit show. I just know it. I don’t know how I do, but I do. His parents were at that game. There will be questions.
Whether he chooses to answer is totally up to him. I meant what I said, I’ll go along with anything to keep him. Talking about college and the possibility of him going with me . . . I shouldn’t get my hopes up.
I know he doesn’t want to let go of his family, but if they cut ties? It’s selfish and probably a little wrong, but part of me wants that. I don’t think they’re ever going to be a real family to him. With no conditions or obligations.
He should be loved. He is loved. He just may not know it yet.
“Are you sure about this?” His soft whisper near my ear sends tingles all the way down my spine as my body melts into him. He’s been fingering me for what feels like forever, pushing sticky, slick lube into my waiting hole. Three fingers now.
Stretching me. Making me ache in all the best ways. I forget all about my nose being sore and my hands and my body aching from the fight earlier. All that matters right now is this.
I know he’s nervous about hurting me, and yeah, his gigantic cock will hurt, no matter what, but I crave it like none other.
I need this badly. “I want you,” I say honestly, pushing back against his slick fingers. They dance over my prostate but just a fleeting, teasing touch. Not enough to send me over. Just enough to make me sweat and curse and beg for more.
His free hand is on my hip, holding me still as I push back against him.
“Please. I need you,” I say, and finally, he pulls his fingers out, leaving me wanton and aching. Begging to be filled.
I hear the lube cap again. He’s adding it to his cock before tossing the bottle and then positioning himself at my slick hole.
“Please,” I whisper again.
He starts to press inside, but I clench, and he stops, though he doesn’t pull away. He trusts that I want this as his kisses the back of my neck and my shoulders, whispering words of encouragement and telling me to let him in. Slowly, he works his way into my body as I do my best to relax.
It feels like I’m being ripped apart, stuffed full and like it will never fit, but soon enough he’s fully inside me. He lets me adjust, knowing my body. Reading me like a book. And then he pulls back just enough and pushes slowly back in.
He takes one of my legs and encourages me to lift it, to open myself for him as his fingers dig into the skin of my thigh. I start to move with him. I hold my hand back at an awkward angle, begging him to lick it.
He gets it soaking wet, knowing just what I need before I wrap it around my dick and start to stroke. He’s pushing against my prostate with each pump into my body, and I can feel the orgasm starting to wash over me.
It isn’t frantic. It’s slow and sweet. Not really what I thought I’d ever want, but I’m learning no matter what we do—slow and sweet or fast, chaotic fucking—it’s perfect.
Because it’s us.
“I’m close,” he gasps against my shoulder, his teeth nipping the skin there. “Please come. I need to feel you come.”
I stroke myself over and over, letting myself lean into him and feel every inch of him against me.
His hard cock shuttling in and out of my body.
My cock jerks, and soon, I’m letting go, my cum covering my hand as I clench tight around him.
I feel his dick harden even more, which I didn’t think was possible, before he unleashes into me.
His cum drips from my hole and makes ungodly sounds as he milks the last bit of it, stroking into me over and over.
When it’s over, neither of us move, both covered and sticky. He stays inside me as long as he can and holds me close.
“That was pretty perfect,” I say with a grin on my lips I can’t erase.
We eventually clean up just enough, and then I pass out with his arms wrapped around me.
We don’t wake up that way though. I’m flat on my back and almost falling off the bed as his big ass stays sprawled out, one arm and leg thrown over my body. Of course he’s a bed hog, I think with a smile.
When he wakes up, he hops into the shower first, and then I go, wishing like hell we had our own place so we could shower together, but someday.
Someday, we’ll have that because I’m never going to stop fighting for him. I’m not letting him go.
We get dressed and head into the kitchen, where Jenna and the girls are making pancakes today. The girls are a mess with flour on their cheeks, but Jenna is happily laughing along with them.
Both girl stop what they’re doing when they see us. “Uncle Jonah! What happened?” Little Ruby asks, her eyes welling up with tears, and okay no we can’t have that.
“I’m fine. We’re fine,” I say putting my hand over my heart, swearing to her.
“Uncle Jonah and Calvin got a little banged up in the game last night, but they’re okay,” Jenna says, soothing both children.
Both girls stare at us for a while but then seem to accept it, going on about making breakfast. We all sit down at the table to eat, and Micah is watching us both pretty closely now. “You two okay?”
I answer first. “Fine. Just a little sore. It only adds to my charm,” I joke.
And it makes Calvin snicker. “I’m fine.”
“Have your parents been calling?” Jenna asks nervously.
Calvin noticeably stiffens but shakes his head. “No. But I should probably head home after breakfast and deal with them.”
Now, I’m tense. Micah and Jenna are tense. Hell, the girls are even tense, and they have no idea what’s going on.
“Are your parents mean?” little Hannah asks.
“No,” Calvin answers unconvincingly.
“Do they yell?” Ruby asks, her little eyes huge with worry.
“No,” he lies. “It’ll be okay. I promise.” My heart melts, watching him with my nieces. He wasn’t so sure about them at first, but over the months, he seems to have gotten comfortable with them. He cares about them.
“Well,” Jenna starts, and I can see a plan forming in her mind. “Since they haven’t been calling and telling you to get home, maybe you could hang out with us today. The girls were wanting to watch a movie since it’s so cold out.”
Both girls turn to Calvin, Ruby lighting up, “Yeah! We can watch whatever you want!”
Calvin smiles sweetly at her, and again, I’m a pile of goo, even though I’m almost positive he’s going to turn it down and say he has to get home. But he surprises the hell out of me when he takes a bite of his bacon and chews it up, nodding his head. “Yeah, okay. That sounds nice.”
I stare at him in shock, but Jenna is certainly pleased. “Okay, then. I’ll think of some fun snacks to prepare. I’ll make popcorn for sure. I might need to go to the store.”
None of us stop her planning because Jenna is in the zone. This is what she lives for, and she’s damn good at it.
I’m just happy to have my boyfriend here for a little longer before it all possibly goes to hell.