Tuesday - Sexy Revelations Who: Jessica and West When: Afternoon Where: Jessica's house Warnings: NSFW
When West received Jessica's text, asking him to sneak over to see her, he waffled, but only for a second. Obviously her parents weren't home, but he worried about them coming home while he was there, and then she'd be totally busted. That concern lasted about half a second though, because it wasn't like he was going to say no to her. They hadn't seen each other in a few days, and West was just as eager, if not more so, to hang with her.
He had been out back, mowing the lawn, so when she texted him, West ran back inside and changed into a pair of cargo shorts that didn't have grass stains on them, and pulled on a clean t-shirt before washing his hands and trying to tame some of his perpetual messy hair. It didn't really work, but when did it ever?
Per Jessica's instructions, West walked across the street and made his way to her back yard. Sure, her parents weren't home, but neighbors could be nosy and the last thing he wanted was for someone else to bust Jessica for having a boy over when she was home alone.
Jessica unlatched the gate of the privacy fence as soon as West was close enough to see through the wood slats. She put a finger to her lips and ushered him into the back yard, then latched the gate behind him, grabbed his hand and lead him into the house. Once there she smiled at him and put her fingers to her lips again before taking him upstairs to her room. No way in hell did she want Jordan to catch on to what she was doing. It sounded like Jordan was listening to the radio pretty loudly in her room, so there was a small blessing.
Once they were safely locked in Jess's room she tackle hugged West. He smelled like fresh cut grass and man, god it was nice. The only people she'd seen for the last week in person were her parents and Jordan, but the girls were supposed to keep separated while their mom was home so it had been ridiculous. Of course that didn't mean she looked like a slob since she'd been expecting sneaky company. A black tank-top and little hot pink shorts were perfect for a lazy afternoon stuck indoors with her best friend. "I am so happy to see you," she mumbled against his neck. "I think I'm starting to get all pasty from lack of sunshine, but you're totally warm. And god you smell good."
West was seriously trying to remember the last time he'd been snuck up to a girl's bedroom. Wow, it had been a long time. Although this was different, since it was Jessica who was doing the sneaking and even though he knew it wasn't for sex, it still had his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to behave, but he couldn't help but glance down to check out her ass in the tiny pink shorts she was wearing as she led him upstairs.
He licked his lips and then smiled as they stepped into her room. Laughing a bit when she launched herself into his arms, West wrapped his arms around her and focused on... something. Anything. That oh-so-interesting spot on her wall. Anything to keep from getting turned on at the feel of her breath and lips against his neck, and her body fitted against his. Getting a hard on right now would totally ruin the moment. "Happy to see you too. Your being grounded really sucks." He squeezed her gently. "I was cutting the grass... can't smell that great. And you don't look pasty, you look awesome."
"You smell manly, but not like stinky. You should smell like this more often. You'd have girls crawling all over you," Jess clarified and shifted so her arms were slung around West's neck. Her fingers toyed with the hair at the nape of his neck as she turned her head to the side and pressed her ear against his chest. His heart beat sounded a little fast, but it was totally understandable given the stealthy measures. And it was still soothing. "Just don't talk too loud, okay? Jordan can't know you're here or she'll want to come hang out or blackmail me or something."
"So it's my smell that's keepin' the girls away?" Snickering, West pressed his hands against the small of her back. No hard on, no hard on, he chanted in his head, trying to imagine gross things to keep his body from reacting to how close she was. Damn, and there was her bed. Where he could just lift her up and toss her on it and do... all kinds of things. Goddamn it, that's not gross. That was so the opposite of gross! "I'll keep my voice down," West promised, once he'd swallowed and made sure their hips weren't pressed together. Really should have rubbed one out before he came over. "What've you been doing all week anyway? I'm surprised you guys haven't killed each other."
"Mostly practicing making fire. Reading romance novels. Thinking about how many hot guys I'm missing out on hitting on because I'm stuck in here." She sighed and shook her head against his chest, then reluctantly pulled away, crossed the room and flopped down on her bed. After adjusting her hair so she wasn't laying on it, she patted the hot pink and black flame comforter next to her. "No tv. No ipod. No computer. No phone, except when I sneak into Mom's office to use it. I'm so sick of the radio playing the same ten songs. Come cuddle me and make me feel better."
West rolled his eyes at the comment about hot guys - please - before he shook it off and feigned nonchalance when Jessica pulled back. "Don't think you're missing out on much," West promised her as he walked over to sit and lay beside her on his side so he could rest his head against his palm and look down at her. "As far as I know, there haven't been any recent influxes of hot guys in Darkwater. And if there have been, I doubt they'll all be snatched up before you're not grounded anymore. When's that gonna be anyway? Are your parents seriously still pissed?"
Jessica rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "At this rate? We'll be lucky if they unground us at the end of the summer. They don't even have any proof. It's so stupid! I'm about ready to pull the 'you don't love me' card. I mean, I can't even go out for my daily jog. Hello I'm going to get fat and gross. And then all those hot guys will totally not be interested." She sidled up to West and tucked her head under his chin, one arm draped around his middle. "By the way if this is your definition of cuddling? It sucks. I know I'm kinda short but you're not gonna squish me."
Knowing Jessica's parents, West was pretty convinced that they didn't need proof, considering the circumstances. But he wasn't about to say that and risk Jessica's wrath over it. "They'll get over it," West assured her before grinning. "Just drive them crazy when they're home and they'll be pushing you out door before you know it. And not being able to jog for a week does not mean you're gonna get fat and gross, Jess. You still look good to me." He slipped his arm around her when she rolled toward him, nudging his foot between hers. "I know, I suck at cuddling. I'm a rough and tumble kinda guy, remember? We don't usually cuddle."
"Look, you've totally already learned two things today that you can work on to help you get girls. One, smell more manly more often. Two, learn how to cuddle. What would you do without me?" she said with a little edge of teasing to her voice. She really didn't understand why he didn't constantly have a girl on his arm. Of course, given the last few girls he'd dated... West just had bad taste. Which matched up pretty well with how she felt about her taste at present. It was depressing. She kicked off her flip flops finally and tapped West's shoes with her toes, which had a been polished with pink to match her fingernails. "Cuddle lesson the first: get your shoes off my bed."
"I like to think I always smell manly," West groused as he used his toes to get his shoes off of his feet. Thank god his feet weren't dirty or stinky. The sneakers fell with two thumps to the floor, but he was pretty sure Jordan had her radio up loud enough that she wouldn't hear them. "Cuddle lesson number one, complete. Can you not tell any of my friends about this though? Unless you can think of another word for cuddle." Her hair smelled really good. So did she, for that matter. Soft, and feminine and distinctively Jessica. If it were any other girl, he might have made a joke about having some other kind of lesson in bed besides cuddling.
"Oh god of course not. My reputation would be ruined if everyone found out I liked to cuddle," Jess said and leaned her head back far enough to stick her tongue out at him as if they were little kids again. They weren't exactly in a super comfortable cuddle position yet, though. "Cuddle lesson the second: it's difficult for both cuddlers to get comfortable on their sides. Cause we'll both end up with a stupid dead arm trapped somewhere. So you lay on your back." She scooted away from him a little and shoved at his chest to urge him to roll over. "And let me know when you're comfy."
Snickering, West rolled onto his back when she pushed at him. He lifted both arms and cocked a brow in her direction. "I'm comfy. But I don't know what to do with my arms, because I know wherever I put them, they'll be wrong." Maybe cuddling would include Jessica straddling him. And his hands on her boobs or ass. That would be the best cuddle in the history of all cuddles.
"Just wait," Jess chided, though she was amused at his assumption he'd automatically do it all wrong. She settled down against him, half laying on him and half on the bed with one arm and one leg draped over him and her head on his shoulder. "Mmm there. If you can't figure out what to do with your arms now then you're totally hopeless. And then you'll just have to go gay to save face." She burst into giggles and buried her face against his neck to muffle the sound.
"Hell, I might as well go gay, considering the luck I've had with girls lately. Or lack of anyway." His arms came down, one around her shoulder, the other resting on top of the arm she had draped over him. "Seems like all the cool girls are taken. Unless I'm only hanging out with the wrong ones these days. Maybe I ought to go to the beach more often. That's where all the hot ones like to hang out, in their bikinis. Then I can practice this cuddle thing for real."
"We are cuddling for real," Jessica said with a hint of agitation. Did he think that just because they were friends it didn't count or something? That was ridiculous. Unless he really wasn't enjoying himself. She didn't even know how to feel about that. Why wouldn't he like cuddling with her? Why wouldn't anyone? "If you really don't want to then just say so. But I don't have cooties or anything. Which you so should've figured out in like seventh grade."
"You know what I mean," West said calmly, tightening his hold on her. "Cuddling with your best friend is a little different than cuddling with a girlfriend. Like, if you were my girlfriend? I'd be groping you right now." A teasing lilt slipped into his tone and he turned his face to press his cheek against the top of her hair. "You know I'd rather cuddle with you than do anything else this afternoon. And I figured out you were cootie free in the sixth grade, so chill."
"Grope is such an ugly word. Caress is a lot better. It makes it sound like you want your hypothetical girlfriend to enjoy it too," Jess said blandly and poked his side with her thumb. She could hear snippets of a Black Eyed Peas song coming from down the hall and sighed. She was comfy but bored. At least she had company though. And she could go get them drinks and snacks in a little while. West had a good point, though, as she knew if she was cuddling with her hypothetical boyfriend they'd both be naked and half way to screwing by now. She was getting so bored with both of her vibrators. It had been months since she'd been kissed, let alone been laid. "God we're pathetic, West."
"Okay, I would be caressing you," West corrected. Jessica was the kind he would caress anyway. Other girls might be groped, but not her. "I'd definitely want her to enjoy it too, so I'll refrain from using the word grope." He still had his cheek against her hair, so she couldn't see his curious expression at her comment. "Pathetic? Why? Because you're cuddling me and not some hot guy, and I'm cuddling you instead of a smokin' hot bikini babe?" She was probably right, but he didn't care. It was likely if he were in some girl's bed having sex, he'd be thinking of Jessica anyway. And that was the pathetic part.
"Oh my god, do not make me put on my bikini when I can't sun bathe." She poked him in the side, harder this time. He was totally joking about them not being hot. Or she'd keep thinking so just so she didn't get really mad at him. "The pathetic part is that we're both hot and neither one of us has got any ass for so long. Unless you got some while I've been grounded, in which case you're not pathetic anymore and I'm totally jealous."
He thought she could wear a bikini just lounging around the house. There didn't necessarily have to be sunbathing involved, did there? Snorting, West shook his hand. "Nope, I haven't gotten any in a long time. Not since school, anyway. And even then, it wasn't sex." Although a blow job was almost as good. Almost. "So, yeah, we're both pathetic. Although, nah, just me. You could get some, if you really wanted to. You're gorgeous. So if the guys aren't biting, it's because they're pathetic, like me." Not that West was complaining. He'd probably be pissed if he knew she was getting laid and then he'd want to find the guy and pound him into the cement. It was kind of nice to think they were both going through a dry spell, because at least he didn't have to deal with jealousy.
"West..." Jess whispered his name as if someone else might overhear her. She'd just had a crazy idea, but it was so damn obvious. It was pure genius. Why the hell hadn't she thought about this before? ...Oh... maybe because she'd been too busy mooning over Cian for pulling the same kind of shit on her? Sort of the same kind of shit. Only Jess and West were both very single and totally not interested in each other romantically. Sexually, however. She'd seen West without a shirt on before. The boy was definitely easy on the eyes. "I just had the best idea ever," she said in a low, seductive purr. If he said no, then she'd just get the fuzzy handcuffs from her nightstand, cuff him to her headboard and do what she wanted anyway. Because he was absolutely right. If Jessica really wanted something, she'd get it.
His brows furrowed together curiously, because she was speaking quietly and he was almost positive he hadn't heard her right. Because no way was she using that tone on him. And if she was, it wasn't in the context he'd fantasized about night after night. "I'm almost afraid to ask what it is," West said after clearing his throat. You never knew what the hell you were going to get with Jessica Delaney. The unpredictability made him nervous. But it was also one of the things he loved about her. She was never dull, that was for damn sure. His lips twitched into a small smirk. "We're not gonna go out and do something illegal, are we?"
"I'm grounded, doofus," Jess said in a sing-song voice. She leaned up a little and sucked his earlobe between her lips for a moment while her hand trailed down from his side to his package. Her lips brushed against the side of his neck. "I think we should fuck. Help each other out. That's what friends do, right?"
Oh! That's what this was. A wet dream, and not reality. That made more sense, with the cuddling and sexy tone. Only, the moment her hand started drifting down toward his rapidly hardening cock, West jolted himself out of the trance she was putting him in and he abruptly grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Hey... okay, what?" He turned to look at her, confused and unbelievably turned on. Jesus, how long had he been fantasizing about her saying those words. "You want to have sex with me? Since when?" They were friends. Close friends... since forever. "I mean, not that I haven't thought about it," West continued in a hurry, in case she thought otherwise and got upset. "'Cause I have. A lot. But... are you serious?"
"You already thought about this but didn't say anything?" Jess arched a blonde brow at him as she leaned up on her free arm. She wasn't so egotistical that she thought every guy she came across wanted to sleep with her, cause ew that was kind of creepy, but the fact that West had been holding onto something like that when they were both sexually frustrated was kind of annoying. "We could have been having sex for months. I don't think I need to ask you if you know how boring masturbation can get. Unless guys never get bored with it. In which case you suck even more." She paused in her diatribe for one breath. "Or do you have like a tiny dick or something?" But she couldn't keep a straight face and started giggling. She'd seen him in wet swim trunks enough times to know that wasn't true.
Sucking in a breath, West was pretty sure his brain was about to explode. He could have been having sex with Jessica for months? What the hell was going on? Maybe if he'd gotten any indication that she was into him in any capacity, but... they'd only ever been friends. Finally he exhaled and then shot her a Look when she started giggling, keeping his fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist. "Okay, for one thing, we're friends. I don't make it a habit of telling my female friends that I've fantasized about fucking them before. Second of all, sex is preferable, but masturbation never gets boring if you've got the right porn. And third of all..." West brought her arm up and deftly rolled his body into hers, pushing her onto her back with his weight until he was resting on top of her. "... I've never had any complaints about my dick before." He still wasn't convinced this wasn't a dream, despite the nagging voice in the back of his brain reminding him that this was Jessica and bad things could come from sleeping with her. But fuck it all, he'd been waiting for this since he reached puberty and if he turned her down, West was pretty sure she wouldn't extend the offer again.
"Mmm... really?" Jess said and licked her lips as she wrapped her legs around him. She made a mental note to check out some porn the next time she was in the mood but alone. It was actually something she hadn't considered before. Maybe West knew some good ones and would watch them with her. "And I know we're friends. Which is why I didn't really think about this before." She slid a hand up his shirt, over the planes of his stomach until she found a nipple to tease. "Don't you think we could be friends with benefits?" Jess gazed up into his baby blue eyes and bucked her hips against him meaningfully.
"Funny... 'cause we're friends, but I thought about it all the time," West murmured. His body shivered at the feel of her fingertips on his bare skin beneath his shirt and he instinctively rocked his hips back against hers. That really wasn't playing fair. How was he supposed to answer that question with a clear head when she was being so damn sexy, and soft and hot beneath him? Christ. Licking his lips, West reached down to tug her tank top up her stomach. "Friends with benefits," he repeated, stopping the tank top just underneath her breasts. Friends with benefits would be a really bad idea. Because for West, he wanted to be more than friends. And more than friends with benefits. But it wasn't Jessica's fault he was helplessly in love with her. And it wasn't as if his brain were in enough control right now to slow things down and really think it through. "I think we could be a lot of things."
"Good answer," Jess said with a smile and a little scrunch of her nose. She helped him out by tugging her tank top, which had a built in bra, up the rest of the way and leaned up to pull it off over her head. She shook her hair out and braced herself against the bed with one hand while cupping West's cheek with the other. Her lips brushed against his teasingly before she flopped back down on her pillows and shot him a wicked smile. He felt so good against her just with clothes on. She had to see all of him now. Feel his skin against hers. It was like she'd switched the West switch from platonic bff to sexual conquest. "Now you. Strip for me."
He couldn't count how many times he had fantasized about this moment. It seemed to be happening so quickly that he felt like he had to keep up with her, when all he wanted to do was just sit back and stare at her for awhile. His lips were tingling where she'd kissed him and then she was laying back and oh hey, there were her breasts. Perky, and full and firm and begging to be licked and touched. West hated how badly he was salivating over her, but when you were getting naked with your dream girl, what else were you supposed to do? His gaze lifted from her chest to her face and that seductive smile she was flashing him. He leaned up and reached behind him to grab a fistful of his shirt and yank it up and over his head, causing his hair to stand on end. "You're being pretty bossy," he said, tossing his shirt to the side and leaning over her.
"Are we going to have to fight for dominance?" Jess shot him a look that said she knew she'd win. He might have been heavier and stronger than her, but all she had to do was change her mind and ...well then they'd both be S.O.L. which defeated the purpose. Still, she was prepared to tussle. So long as they could do it while naked. She ran both her hands down from West's chest to the waistband of his shorts and tugged insistently. "I said strip."
"I think you'd like fighting," West said simply. Her attitude amused him, and yes, it turned him on too. It was the fire elemental inside of her, always wanting to be in control and as she'd just said, dominant. West had always been more laid back, more calm. Always willing to go with the flow. But he didn't want to be passive with Jessica. As much as his cock was twitching at every word she said to him, he wasn't going to be the only conquest here. Reaching behind him, West watched her face as he pulled his socks off his feet, not caring where they fell. And then his hands came up to her hips and his fingers curled into the waistband of her tiny, pink shorts to tug them down. "Your turn."
Jessica pouted a little and let her legs fall back to the bed on either side of West. She'd play along with this turn based thing for the time being. She unfastened her shorts and slowly inched them down her slim hips while watching West's face. If she'd been expecting a booty call she would've worn a thong instead of white and pink striped bikini cut panties. Thank god she'd shaved the day before. She lifted her legs up to rest against him, her feet next to his head and her ass pressing against the bulge in his shorts suggestively. "A little help please?"
Good christ. West had to pause and take a breath just to ensure he didn't come in his pants. This was what he had been missing out on for so long? He'd always known she was sexy and would be amazing in bed, but it was like she was some kind of skilled seductress, knowing every angle to push, every look to give him. If he didn't calm himself down, this would be over before it began, and that would be too humiliating for words. West grabbed her shorts and panties to pull them up and off her legs. And then he was looking at her naked body which was... amazing. Hot. Incredible. And West hadn't thought his cock could get any harder until he saw that Jessica was completely bare. Completely. Fuck. He unceremoniously pushed her legs apart and slipped his hand between her thighs to touch her. He needed to get his shorts off because they were tight and constricting, but hell if he wasn't going to do what he wanted first.
She closed her eyes and arched against his hand. Jess liked things a little rough, but she really hadn't expected it from West if she were being honest with herself. He seemed like he'd be the smooth type in bed, the love making type versus the screw your brains out type. A moment later she peeked up at him again and ran her hands over her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. She was already wet from anticipation, but a little foreplay never hurt anybody. "The condoms are in my nightstand."
Condoms? Oh. Right, those. West was completely fascinated by her body. How wet she was against his fingers the way her nipples hardened under her touch. His cock was begging for some attention and West had to remind himself that if they were really doing this friends with benefits thing, that he'd have other opportunities to taste her and do... all kinds of things to her. He licked his lips and leaned over to tug open the drawer to her nightstand. He rifled through and found a condom before tossing it onto the bed next to Jessica. And then his hands went to his shorts, where he unbuttoned and then unzipped them, pushing them down his hips with his boxers. One thing he hadn't really been able to do yet was kiss her. That had always been the first thing he imagined he would do with Jessica. Kissing her. Telling her how he felt. Taking her out. Treating her like a queen. And then this would come eventually. But all of the sudden he was one condom away from screwing her brains out, that in a way it felt kind of wrong. But the wrong was overwhelmed right now by his cock reassuring him that it was so right, so it was hard to step back and take a moment to think it all through.
Jessica settled her legs on the bed again to give him some room to move around and ditch the last of his clothes. She licked her lips at the sight of him. No, he definitely did not disappoint. So far anyway. "If we're taking turns, does that mean you're going to get me off first?" she asked him as she reached out and trailed her fingers down the smooth, hot skin of his cock. This was definitely what her summer had been missing.
His cock twitched at the feel of her fingers, and he reached down to grab her wrist and pull it away. He really wanted this to last and he was already set for launch and the more she touched him, the less likely it was to be an embarrassing premature launch. "I'm going to do a lot of things," West answered, his voice hoarse as he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. And then he released her and scooted down until he was resting between her thighs, his fingers spreading her and his tongue immediately delving in to taste her. Holy fuck. His face was buried in Jessica Delaney's pussy. What the hell was going on? Had he ruled out the possibility that this was a dream? Something he'd fantasized about for so damn long was actually happening. And it was fucking sweet and awesome as all get out.
Jess pressed her lips together to bite back a moan. If West wasn't already her best friend, he definitely was now. She fisted her fingers in his hair and watched him through half-lidded eyes. It was completely amazing to her just how sexy West could be.
The hands in the hair was a good sign, and West took his time, running his tongue over her again and again. She tasted sweet and West was pretty sure he could spend all afternoon doing this and never get bored. Flicking his tongue over her clit, West slipped a finger inside of her, stroking her slowly. He was going to definitely get her off first. Then he was going to pray he could get the condom on right, without fumbling, and then fuck her brains out. Yes, he wanted to go slow. He wanted to be the smooth guy he usually was in bed, but Jessica drove him nuts. And if she wanted a fuck buddy, he'd give her one, because he knew eventually it could be more. Would be.
"Oh god," she murmured as she arched against him. It was like a sensory overload, but she still wanted more. She couldn't even keep her eyes open anymore, closing them so she could better concentrate on West's deft tongue, his hot breath, his hand. Another day she'd draw it out, make it last, but this felt too good and as her orgasm built she didn't try to hold onto the sensation. She rode the wave over the edge and bucked against West as her body tightened around his finger. The little sounds that escaped her lips were something between a sigh and a moan. And now all she wanted was his dick inside her over and over again.
West groaned as she came, keeping his lips wrapped around her clit as her body shook and tensed. He'd made girls come before, but it was never as fascinating as this was. Once he was sure she was finished, West pulled his finger from her body and brought it to his lips to suck on. He was going to have plenty of memories to jerk off too later, that was for damn sure. Pushing himself up, West covered her body with his own, feeling the heat from between her legs against his cock. All he had to do was shift just so and slide into her, but... there were things to take care of first. He reached for the condom, tore it open with his teeth, and then reached between them to slip it on. Once he finished, West looked down at Jessica, breathless and trying not to just dive right in. "You're sure?"
Jessica was reveling in the little aftershocks running through her body, but she wasn't so relaxed that she'd go for missionary without a fight. She leaned up and pushed West back until he was sitting back on his knees and she could get up onto hers. "Not like that," she breathed, then climbed onto his lap, one arm hooked around his shoulders. She reached down between them, grabbed his hard-on to line it up and slowly slid down onto him. Her head found its way to his shoulder and she had to take a moment to breathe and adjust.
West wasn't sure what she was doing, but he was too caught up and breathless to protest. She didn't want him on top, apparently, but that was okay with him as long as he was allowed to be inside of her. When Jessica climbed onto his lap, West brought his arms around her, groaning loudly as she slipped a hand between them and guided him into her. God, but that felt good. More than good. West had to clench his eyes shut and press his face against her neck to keep from coming right away. It felt exactly how he knew it would felt. With his hands splayed against her back, West began to thrust his hips up gently, not wanting to start rutting right out of the gate.
Jessica made a little sound against his neck and hooked her legs around him properly so she wouldn't slide down awkwardly. With her hands braced against his shoulders she rolled her hips against him, making up her own faster pace and driving him deeper inside her. She tried to keep her lips pressed together to muffle the little moans of pleasure she was making, but it was difficult when he felt so good.
It was hard to go slow when she was moving against him like that, so West gave up trying to keep a rein on his control. His hands slid down her back to cup her ass and he began to thrust himself against her in a hard, quick rhythm. He knew he wasn't going to last long like this, because he was lost in the way she felt in his arms, and how he felt inside of her. But he could at least try to make sure she felt it later before falling over. At least then she could want to come back for more, which was something he desperately wanted.
Jess did her best to match his pace for a few thrusts, but gave into her desire for more contact and pressed herself against him as best she could. Her mouth captured his in a greedy kiss as her fingers found his hair again. It was just long enough for her to really grab a hold of and she loved it.
He met her kiss with a hungry one of his own, holding onto her tightly as he moved. It was sexy as hell, and he could feel his body beginning to overheat and grow damp. West could only kiss her for a few moments before he had to pull away and suck in a breath. Instinctively, West rolled forward to drop her back against the bed so he could hold himself over her and plunge more deeply into her body. He loved feeling her wrapped around him, and his mouth sought hers again as his thrusts grew more erratic.
Jess caught her breath with a lustful groan as her back hit the mattress again. Once their lips had reconnected she found his tongue with hers, then sucked on his tongue lightly. Next time she'd have to return the oral favor. For now she was perfectly content to have West fucking her so thoroughly. The slap of skin against skin and their breathing were the only things she could focus on outside of the physical sensations of their bodies fitting together in just the right way.
West could feel it, that incredible tension starting to tighten up in his body, the heat flooding through his system, making it almost unbearable, but in the best damn way possible. He grunted softly against Jessica's mouth, not wanting to break contact, but wanting to pass out on top of her from lack of oxygen either. He moved harder, hoping to God Jordan wasn't outside the door listening in. West braced himself on one elbow, reaching between them with a shaky hand and massaging Jessica's clit between thrusts, wanting to feel her come one more time before he couldn't hold back anymore.
Jess's eyes flew open, she arched back and her hips bucked wildly against her will as he stroked her now overly sensitive clit. She hadn't even known she was close to coming again as she'd never had multiple orgasms in one go before. The sensation of pleasure swelled quickly between her thighs and she groaned loudly as she came even stronger than before.
"Jessica." Her name was a breathy moan on his lips and when he felt her tighten around him, West let go, pistoning his hips to hers, harder and harder until he tensed and a shiver went down his spine. He had to hold himself up, and he didn't dare move until he was sure he wasn't going to completely collapse on top of her. Every nerve ending in his body felt like it was on fire and his chest felt tight as he struggled to suck in a breath. He wanted to say something, but West couldn't do more than moan her praises.
Jess put a hand on her chest, feeling her heart racing as she caught her breath and watched West's face above her. She had never been made to feel that way before by either of the other two guys she'd had sex with. "Shit, West," she said, her voice airy and reverent. "You've been holding out on me... seriously."
West pried one eye open to look at her before managing a smile and slowly lowering himself to rest his forehead against her shoulder. He'd move off of her in a second, once he caught his breath. "Nah... you've been sorta taken." Which had sucked, but... it was what it was. That didn't matter. This did and this was awesome. "I think this is the best idea you've ever had. Ever."
"Me too," Jess agreed with a soft giggle. She wrapped her arms around him, not minding how sweaty he was. She was a little sweaty herself, but they were both so warm and comfortable together that she wasn't in a rush to get cleaned up. West was a fucking sex god and Jessica had to marvel at how long he'd been single. Clearly he hadn't been born knowing how to fuck if her previous partners were anything to judge by, but he couldn't have been completely terrible with all of the girls he'd been with. Maybe they'd been prudes and hadn't done the deed? Their loss. She was definitely not letting him slip into some relationship only to cut her off. Oh hell no.
West laid on top of her for a few more minutes, enjoying the feel of her arms around him. He was able to pretend for awhile that the term friends with benefits had never cropped up. That it was just mutual attraction and affection that brought them together. Yeah, that was pretty good. It relaxed him and he turned to nuzzle against her neck before lifting his head to press a kiss to her lips. After, he rolled off of her and released a breath, his hand resting on his chest. "Damn. You should never, ever be single."
"Mm yeah. But I wasn't even thinking about that anymore," Jess said, her voice taking on a feline quality again. She cuddled up to West's side and kissed his neck after brushing her hair back out of her face. "You want to jump in the shower? I don't have any non-girly soap, but we could rinse off." It was definitely a major convenience to have her own bathroom attached to her room, now more than ever.
"Yeah, I definitely want to do that." Not because he was dying to wash off, but because he was dying to see Jessica naked and soaking wet. Plus, he was fantasizing about soaping her up himself. "I don't care if it's non-girly soap." West grinned and slipped an arm around her. Now this was cuddling. He could be down with this. "Are you going to wash my hair for me?"
"How about this? I wash you, you wash me?" she said while trailing her fingers up and down his chest and stomach. Finally, she felt so relaxed and comfortable. No more awful tension in her body. It was like West had fucked her worries away. He was way better than any massage she'd ever had. "First, though? You totally need to dispose of the condom. It's not very attractive."
Snickering, West nudged her before he sat up and carefully got rid of the condom. He slipped off the bed and looked over at her. "Okay, well you need to tell me where to dispose of it, because I'm not about to put it somewhere anyone could walk into your room and see, like some tiny little wastebasket." He was imagining Jessica's dad walking into the room, seeing the used condom in her wastebasket, glowing brightly with West's name flashing in neon colors.
"You can wrap it in some toilet paper and put it in the bathroom trash," Jess said with a light laugh and a roll of her eyes. Boys! Of course they wouldn't know about discreet disposal of anything. She slid off the bed and headed into the bathroom. As if she walked around naked in West's presence every day, she flicked the light on then pushed the Hello Kitty shower curtain back and got the water going.
West followed her into the bathroom, feeling a little weird now that they were up and moving around. But he grabbed some toilet tissue, wrapped up the condom and put it in the trash before taking some more tissue and placing it over the top of the condom. There. Stealthy should have been his middle name. Now that it was taken care of, West reached out to place his hands on Jessica's bare hips. "So what is this? We keeping it a secret? Or am I free to post on Facebook that I banged Jessica Delaney." Yes, he was kidding, and the soft chuckle in his throat made that obvious. Although he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep quiet about their arrangement. It was every guy's dream. Almost every guy anyway.
"If you tell everyone and their mother we're screwing you're really going to hurt your chances of finding a girlfriend," Jess said thoughtfully. Really she wasn't sure if it would be a good or bad thing to spread around. Some people would make a big deal out of it, positive or negative, and others wouldn't care. She kind of hoped he would tell people just so it would hurt his chances of getting a girlfriend. "I don't mind either way. You're amazing, and I'd never deny having experienced you." She reached out again to check the water, purposely bending over a little and shaking her ass at him with a little laugh. "It's nice and warm."
"Maybe it'll make girls want me more," West pointed out. Honestly, he didn't really care either way. Not if they were both single and having sex, why the hell would he want another girlfriend? He was sleeping with someone he considered to be one of his best friends. He had everything he wanted. He grinned and reached over to grab her again and pull her upright, her back against his chest before he kissed her shoulder. "I'd never deny being with you either." Releasing her so she could get into the shower, West stepped back so he could admire her body. "At least now I know I've got something more to look forward to when I wake up this summer."
"I hope you won't get bored with sexing me up," Jess said with a little fake pout as she stepped into the shower and ducked under the water quickly with her eyes closed. Showers weren't too bad, really, since the water was constantly going down into the drain, but it certainly wasn't her favorite thing in the world even though she enjoyed being clean and fresh. Maybe having a shower buddy would help.
"Are you serious?" West stepped into the shower and grabbed the curtain to pull it closed. "I don't think that's possible." Him? Bored with having sex with Jessica? Extremely doubtful. He had a million different scenarios running through his head, of everywhere he wanted to get her naked, and in every position his mind could come up with. It was probably a bit pervy of him, but he'd been jerking off to her since he started noticing her as a girl. Spending the summer actually being able to kiss and touch her was... every fantasy come true, times a million. He ran his hands over her wet body before resting them on her hips. "Okay, get me this girly soap and I'll wash your back."
"Are you going to use a pouf? Or..." Jessica licked her lips and smirked up at him as she grabbed the strawberry body wash bottle and held it out to him. "...your hands?" She didn't even care if they'd both just gotten off. Jess loved to be pampered, and the idea of having a hot boy rub his hands all over her was always awesome in her book.
West took the bottle and grinned before using his free hand to shove his wet hair up and out of his face. He opened the bottle to squeeze some of the scented body wash onto his hand before setting the bottle back where she grabbed it. "I guess I'd have to go with my hands." Yeah, was he going to pass up a chance to lather Jessica up with soap? Hell no. "You never know with those poufy things, if they're getting every inch of you, you know? Gotta be thorough. Turn around so I can get your back."
Jess giggled at that and turned. She pulled her long, wet hair over one shoulder and smoothed it down a little so it wouldn't look ridiculous. "Make sure you get a good lather going or you'll end up using half the bottle," she said and turned her head so she could barely see him over her shoulder. "And try not to get any in my hair."
He began to rub his hands together, working on getting the liquid into a decent lather. Once the bubbles started, West slid his hands over Jessica's back, careful to keep from her hair like she'd said. Yes, it was bizarre still to think about the fact that he was in the shower, naked, with Jessica. This whole afternoon was so incredibly surreal. West fully believed that this friends with benefits would turn into something more. He wasn't the type to mess around with more than one person, and he doubted Jessica was either. Running his hands down her back, he paused just above her ass. "I'm trying to take enough mental pictures to take home with me."
"Flatterer," Jess murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the steady stream of water coming from the shower head behind them. She had her eyes closed and kind of wished she was lying down so she wouldn't have to worry about things like balance while she was enjoying her rub down. She was fully caught up in the moment, not wanting to focus on anything but how much fun she was having. It was the best day of the summer so far.
"Nah, just telling the truth," West said. He let his hands roam, running them over every inch of her back, ass and back thighs. He focused on getting her soaped up, rather than how good she felt, because then he'd be stuck with another hard on before he knew it. Straightening, he nudged her to turn around so she could rinse off her back. He was more looking forward to washing her front because, hello gorgeous breasts.
"It's still flattery even if it's true," Jess said with a lazy smile as she turned around. A slippery shower, even with a mat covering most of the tub, was no place to play a dominance game that might turn into rough-housing. She licked her lips as she looked West up and down. "You should totally never let me shower alone again."
West chuckled and began to soap her down with his hands. "Yeah, well, just call anytime you decide you need to take a shower and I'll be over in record time." Unfortunately that probably wouldn't be possible, but it was nice to fantasize, right? There would be a lot of sneaking in and out, trying not to get caught. It was one thing when her parents weren't home, and Jordan was too busy blaring her music to notice West was there. The last thing West wanted to deal with was Jessica's parents coming home while they were getting busy. "Does this mean you're gonna come over and help me wash my hair too?"
"I suppose. One good washing deserves another or whatever," she said teasingly and arched her back just enough to make her perky breasts even more accessible to West. Her body still felt amazing, her skin electrified under his touches. She knew it was probably too soon for him to want to go at it again, but so long as he kept pampering her with his hands, she was okay with that.
"That's what I hear," West agreed with a small laugh. His hair was wet and matted to his forehead now, but he was in no hurry to wash himself off just yet. How long had he been fantasizing about touching Jessica like this? There was no desire to rush through it. Gliding his hands up her body to her neck, West pushed her wet hair back. "How much longer are you grounded for? Can't be that much longer, right?"
"I don't know," Jess said, pouting a little. Her parents could be real hard asses sometimes, and this was one of those times. She had plans to whine and bitch and pout until they gave up and ungrounded her and Jordan, but that was going to take time and strategy. "Just touch me, West. I don't want to talk about being punished unless it's sexy punishing."
West laughed, although it was a hoarse sort of sound, because now he was thinking about spanking, and biting and... stuff that was very un-West like. He continued to rub the soap over her body, although the water was doing an excellent job of rinsing it off. Brushing his hands over her hair, he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. "Not sure you could get any cleaner than this," he told her, holding her close. Eventually he'd have to get dressed and leave, and that was going to suck.
"Hmmm I dunno. I'm a pretty dirty girl," Jess said with a little laugh of her own. She pressed her head to his chest, eyes closed for a moment and her arms draped around him. He felt good pressed against her. And inside of her. Summer really wasn't going to be the same. It was a thought that put a smile on her face.