Chapter Twenty One

Perched on Jon’s lap - certainly not an unpleasant place to be - Billie felt him take hold of her left hand, lifting it to the neck of the guitar. The stretch around her to the guitar was just too far, though, and Jon’s right hand grasped her waist, pulling her back against him. That was what Billie had been trying to avoid, though, because while she’d been in the shower Jon had divested himself of his t shirt, so now she felt the thick, crisp fur on his chest, the mat of hair thick enough she could feel it through her t shirt. Hearing her sharp intake of breath, Jon grinned, but didn’t say a word, just looked over her shoulder as he positioned her fingers on the strings.

“Okay.” He said, his own fingers over hers. “That’s a C chord. Strum that.”

Billie obeyed, and Jon led her through a few other chords, feeling her relaxing against him, the stiffness going out of her. Of course, it seemed like the stiffness just transferred from her to him, as Jon felt the scent and feel of her starting to raise interest at his crotch. Knowing her fingers would get sore if they continued too long, Jon dropped his hand from Billie’s.

“Play me a C.” He asked, and while it certainly wasn’t perfect, it was pretty damned good considering she’d never played. “Lesson over.” Jon purred.

Gratefully, Billie released the strings, looking at her fingertips and gasping at the pain in the deep grooves there. Jon chuckled in her ear.

“Sore?”

“Uh-huh.”

He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing the pad of each finger then gently sucking the tip of her middle finger into his mouth.

“Is that better?”

“Uh-huh.” She repeated, but it was more of a moan as Billie shifted restlessly and felt the hard, hot lump behind her.

With his left hand, Jon lifted the guitar away, setting it down on the floor, and his right hand dropped to get under her t shirt, caressing her belly before moving up to her breast. When he cupped her breast, squeezing firmly, Billie moved on him again, whimpering as she twisted her head around to kiss him. Jon got his other hand under her shirt now, and Billie matched his rhythmic kneading of her breasts with slow movements of her hips, until Jon was thrusting up against her.

His right hand fell to her waist, popping the button of her shorts, but Billie swiftly laid her hand over his, stilling his advance and breaking the kiss to apologise softly.

“Jon - I can’t……..not right now.” She was blushing as she continued. “I want to - really - but, well, I hadn’t had sex in like three years, and we’ve…..so many times….and…..”

“You’re sore?” Jon supplied with an understanding smile.

“Mm-hm.”

“S’okay.” He nudged her hand away, finishing what he’d been doing, unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts.

His left hand still caressed her breast as his right slid down between her thighs, his fingertips carefully parting the soft, fleshy folds, seeking out her clit. Light, gentle strokes made her gasp, and as he felt her move, spreading her legs, Jon whispered in her ear.

“Is that okay? Or d’you want me to stop?” As he finished speaking, Jon let his middle finger slide deep into her welcoming heat, and Billie moaned.

“Don’t stop.” Her head fell back onto his shoulder before she repeated her entreaty. “Please don’t stop.”

“Okay.” Jon mumbled against her lips, kissing her as hard as he could in the somewhat awkward position.

He slid his finger out of her, going back to the slow caresses on her clit, Billie thrusting her hips against his hand now. Billie brought her right hand up to tangle in his hair, then as Jon brought her closer to the edge, her head fell back onto his shoulder again and she slid her left hand up his arm to find his hand, lacing her fingers between his, both squeezing her breast.

Jon held her on the brink of orgasm, slow circles of his fingers on her clit, down to part her, slipping inside for a slow thrust then up to the tightly swollen bud, until she was writhing, panting helplessly.

With her head so far back on his shoulder, Jon wasn’t able to kiss her, and he contented himself with nipping at her neck and throat, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses as far as he could reach. Billie moaned when he thrust two fingers all the way into her again, arching her back, and Jon chuckled suddenly, biting on her shoulder as he thrust again, curling his fingers to strike the inside of her tight walls. Billie cried out in pleasure, her body tensing as she clenched around Jon’s fingers, clenching so tightly that she forced his fingers almost right out of her. Jon bit her again, and as her body relaxed slightly he plunged his fingers deep again so she screamed.

Spreading his own knees apart, Jon held her legs wide as he got her off, his hand deep between her spread thighs. Billie was rocking on top of him, and it took a lot of willpower for Jon not to rip her shorts off and cram her full with his swollen dick, but he held his self-control even when she climaxed again on his lap, sobbing and moaning with pleasure.

She slowly relaxed again from the muscle-snapping spasms of orgasm, Jon still caressing her pulsing flesh.

“Oh my God.” Billie breathed. “You’re way too good at that!”

Jon just chuckled, but Billie suddenly realised.

“You didn’t…..” Her eyes turned naughty. “I can help with that.”

“Can you now?”

“I think so.” She shifted further so she could see him, blushing in slight embarrassment. “I’ve never been very good at - y’know - oral.” The thoughtful way she sucked on her lower lip made that hard for Jon to believe, but she really was serious.

“Tell me.” Billie said suddenly.

“Tell you what, darlin’?”

“Tell me what you like. Tell me what to do.” She blushed again. “Teach me how to please you that way.”

Slipping from his grasp, Billie eased herself to the floor, kneeling in front of him. She reached up to his jeans, opening them with fingers still trembling in reaction and drawing his hard length through, Jon raising his hips to push the denim to his thighs.

“Tell me what to do.” Billie whispered again.