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2:42 a.m.
The phone screen’s light was harsh against your eyes, but you were less bothered by the flow than you were by the restlessness in your body. You’d long ago given up on tossing and turning, which left your mind to run free in the still darkness.
You should have been tired; it had been a busy day, and the summer sun always coaxed your limbs loose. There was the heat, of course, thick and humid and nearly suffocating your skin. Over an hour ago, you’d stripped out of your pajama shorts and t shirt, but the air was so stagnant that it was almost no relief against the now-bare skin. The small of your back, exposed between the rise of your panties and hem of your tank, was slick against your sheets. Loose strands of hair, escaped from your ponytail, stuck persistently to the back of your neck. But the real fervor was between your thighs.
It had started as a buzz in your veins, an energy slightly higher than normal, but throughout the afternoon and evening, it had worked up into a full-on craving. You were aching for relief.
Sighing, you let your fingers skim over your stomach to rest on your pelvis. The cotton of your underwear was soft underneath the pads of your fingers, but the skin below was softer when you dipped below the waistband. You were no stranger to your own body; you'd spend many days and nights figuring out what made you tick - sometimes alone, sometimes with help. But none of your usual tricks were doing it. Circling your clit didn't even feel good right now, it just felt vaguely uncomfortable and a little boring.
You could have cried in frustration. It was just too hot to feel at all sexy, but you needed this. You needed it badly. And there was only one foolproof way to get it.
One hand stayed resting inside your panties while you reached for your phone with the other and fired off a quick text. u up?
It was trite and ridiculous, and you knew he would eat it up. So it was no surprise when your phone buzzed just two minutes later with Jeremiah’s name. I am now
Come over? There was no need for conversation. You couldn’t wait any longer, and Jeremiah knew exactly why you texted him at nearly 3 in the morning.
idk I’m pretty tired
You stomped your heels against your mattress and groaned. Typical Jeremiah, wanted you to beg. please. I’ve been trying but my fingers aren’t enough right now, need yours
just my fingers?
your mouth, your cock, anything please just come over jere
well when u ask so nicely...
He was still typing, and your eyes were glued to the three pulsating dots until the next bubble appeared. I'm on my way
You wanted to feel relieved, but your body was so tense that you knew you couldn’t relax until you were satisfied. It only took seven minutes to travel between your houses, but you used the time to your advantage, continuing to rub gently with your fingers in the hopes of finding any reprieve. You had just curled one finger into yourself when there was a soft knock at your window.
You were up immediately, pulling back the curtains and lifting the sash so that Jeremiah could step in. He looked devourable towering over you, backlit by the moon.
There was no doubt in your mind that you were a mess, sweat and flyaway hairs and erect nipples giving away your desperation. But he drank in the sight of you, needy and wanton. “Well,” he smirked. “Don’t you look pretty.”
You couldn’t help but grin; he was so undeniably charming. “Hi,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I am so glad you’re here.”
He confirmed his reciprocated feelings by kissing you. This was no sweet or innocent kiss; it was hard and messy in the way that would leave you with bruised and bitten lips for days. And it felt so good. “Take off your shirt.” You ordered breathlessly.
While he did, you untangled yourself from him, stepping back to your bed and sitting carefully on the edge. You were still in awe every time you saw him, every time you got to feel the press of his body against yours. Even in the dark, you could see the sloped planks of his muscles disappearing into his shorts.
“So,” he said, moving towards you. “You weren’t very specific in your texts."
"Wasn't I?" You tilted your head.
"Do you know what you want?"
"Can't I have it all?'
He blew out a breath, raking a hand through his hair. The faux innocence in your voice was already enough to make coming over worth it. "If you're lucky," he said, kneeling between your legs and pushing them further apart, "I'll give you anything you want."
Your stomach fluttered and you laid back at his command, hitting the mattress for the thousandth time tonight. Except this time, you were finally content. Jeremiah, usually happy to go slow and torture you, seemed to get the hint that you weren't in the mood for games. He didn't waste any time, bowing his head and drawing his tongue over the crotch of your panties. You exhaled loudly as the point of his tongue nudged the fabric against your clit. "You weren't joking," he murmured into your skin as he hooked two fingers into your underwear. "You're so fucking wet." He pulled the fabric down your legs and tossed it over his shoulder.
"Mmhmm," you hummed. Now that there was no barrier, Jeremiah licked again slowly, once, twice. You wove a hand into his hair, pieces of which were flopping against your stomach, not to lead him so much as to ground yourself. You felt him smile against the apex of your thigh and so you gripped just a little bit harder until he groaned against you. From there he sped up, laving over you with the flat of his tongue and occasionally tensing it for more control to lap at your clit or dip into your pussy. It was exactly what you had been yearning for all night, and you weren't afraid to encourage him with a stream of, "oh, yes, right there, fuck, do that again, please, oh my God, Jere, please, please."
With each pass of his tongue your voice faltered, but it truly broke when he closed his lips over your clit, sucking hard and flicking his tongue all at once. You cried out and immediately covered your mouth with one arm, biting down lightly on the skin to muffle your moans. The arch of your back was almost uncomfortable but you could barely control the way your body reacted to him, the way it chased after his touch anytime he so much as paused to breathe.
His attention on your clit was relentless; your knuckles were practically white laced around his hair. Your abdomen was so tense you could barely inhale. That wasn't enough for Jeremiah, who rubbed the pads of two fingers in a circle around your entrance. You whimpered, feeling yourself contract around nothing. "Jere," you pleaded.
He hummed against you, the vibration sending a shiver up your spine. "Jere," you tried again, voice quivering. "please finger my pussy."
That did it for him; Jeremiah let out a deep moan as he gratified you, easily working the two fingers in to the hilt and curling them as he smoothed in and out. It took you to another level, being filled with his fingers while his tongue continued its work. "Fuck," you panted. "I'm so close, please make me cum." Maybe it was the sound of your voice, guttural and teary, maybe it was the wetness gushing around his hand, or the heat of your skin under his mouth, or the way you pulled his hair at the root when you begged. Whatever it was, you were grateful, because Jeremiah acquiesced immediately, speeding his movements. It was messy, spit and fluid coating his face and your pelvis, but that only made it hotter.
"That's it," he said, coaxing your orgasm as you clenched around him. "Go ahead and cum for me." You bit down on your hand this time, mewling pathetically around your thumb as you felt the wave of release wash over you. If you thought you were sweaty before, it was nothing compared to now: as your limbs loosened, you became aware of the hair sticking to your face and the sheet to your back.
"Oh my God," you breathed, eyes closed. You withdrew your hand from Jeremiah's hair and felt him sit back on his heels, and after a moment, you propped yourself up on an elbow to look at him. He looked so sexy, hair tousled and lips glistening, chest shining with exertion, erection straining painfully against his pants. "You're incredible." At this, his hungry eyes met yours and you licked your lips. "Get up here."
Within seconds you were kissing again, teeth clacking in the urgency. You made quick work of his shorts, popping the button open and tugging them over his hips so that he could kick them away. The two of you sighed in unison when you reached into his boxers to take his cock, hot and thick, in your fist. With practiced ease you began to stroke him, using your thumb to roll over the tip and spread the precum leaking out. "What do you want?" You asked Jeremiah, biting gingerly against his collarbone.
His hand came to rest on the back of your neck and he scratched lightly, sending a chill through you. "How do you feel?" He asked. "Are you good to keep going?" You were torn between rolling your eyes and swooning; trust Jeremiah to put you first even after he already showed up in the early morning to give you a mindblowing orgasm. You peered up to look into his eyes, dark and lustful.
"There is literally nothing I want more than to keep going." You affirmed, and Jeremiah's brow lowered.
"Then I want you to turn around and let me fuck you."
The transition from sweet and caring to confident and direct was so hot that you could physically feel your clit tingling again. "Yes, sir." You said, only half-teasing. You situated yourself on your hands and knees, listening to him remove the last of his clothing and roll on a condom before coming up behind you and placing a guiding hand on your lower back.
"Okay?" He double checked.
"Please."
You didn't have to tell him a third time; he was already pushing into you. Despite your previous orgasm, the stretch took a moment to adjust to. Once you nodded to indicate that you were set, he began moving, setting a fast rhythm.
It was clear that eating you out had turned him on nearly as much as it did you, because he was focused intently on making the both of you cum. Stuttering hips hit yours with every thrust and your moans and groans mingled together in the thick air.
"You always feel so good," he huffed. "So tight, every time."
Your arms were beginning to buckle underneath you, so you lowered yourself to your elbows, allowing Jeremiah to slide into you at a deeper angle. The adjustment had you whining involuntarily on every stroke, and he took this as encouragement to slide a hand under your stomach and back down to your clit. Your instinct was to plead against it, the initial overstimulation was so intense. But after a moment, the touch had you trembling in the best way.
"I don't know if I can take another one," you admitted, already so frayed at the edges.
"Just try," he encouraged you. His own orgasm wasn't far off, you could feel it in the strain of his thighs and the faltering of his hips. His fingers moved faster, pinching and massaging your clit gently.
"Oh my God, Jere," you whimpered.
“I know baby, you can do it, just let it happen.”
You didn't have much of a choice otherwise; it hit you like a steamroller. Even your elbows were too weak to hold you up now, and your chest hit the mattress, the sheets catching your vocal outpour. Rarely did you cum like this, where you could feel it beyond the general pubic area. You felt this in your whole body, shoulders to knees to toes. The feeling only lingered as Jeremiah continued to fuck you, sending bliss to your extremities. And then with a drawn out groan, he came, too.
"Fuck." He said, rubbing a soothing hand over your back before he pulled out. "You ok?" You rolled over to look up at him, seeing the pure cockiness in his eyes at your surely wrecked appearance.
"Oh, shut up," you laughed, draping a hand over your forehead. "I told you I needed it bad."
"Yeah, you weren't lying." He grinned, settling down next to you. You swatted his stomach lazily, finally, finally feeling the sleepiness set in. "I'm just glad I could help."
He was practically gloating. But you were going to let him get away with it this time - after all that, he definitely deserved it.