Page 45 of The Game Changer

Jill

“It’s so quiet in here,” I tell John as we relax on the couch in his condo. We just returned from taking everyone to the airport for their short flight home.

“It is,” he chuckles. “Mason was quite the tornado.”

“It was a good visit with everyone,” I muse. “I loved getting to finally meet them all in person.”

“Yeah, speaking of meeting people in person, when do I get to meet your parents?” he asks.

It isn’t like we’ve purposely avoided them meeting, it just hasn’t worked out yet. Mom and Dad were gone for an entire month celebrating their thirtieth anniversary on a trip in Asia, but they’re back now, and I think that it is time. We’ve been together now for almost four months and things don’t seem to be slowing down between us, so it makes sense for me to introduce them.

“I’ll call and see what their plans are this week. Maybe we can meet up for dinner.”

“Sounds good,” he tells me, pulling me a little closer as he wraps his arm around my torso. I roll so that we’re facing one another rather than lying here with my back to his front. He tucks my hair behind my ears as he cups my cheeks now that we’re lying this way. He slowly brings his lips down, grazing them over mine in a whisper of a kiss. “I could lie here with you for the rest of the afternoon and be a very happy man,” he tells me as his lips find my neck.

I hum my appreciation and agreement. “I’m on board with that plan, maybe with a few less articles of clothing,” I tell him as I tug at his T-shirt. He reaches back and grabs his shirt by the collar and tugs it up and off over his head one-handed and I don’t know that I’ve seen something sexier. I slide down the couch, kissing my way down his abs. I love seeing the way his muscles react to my touch, whether it’s my lips or fingers, his body reacts to it all. I reach his shorts, stopping to unbutton them, pushing them out of the way enough, along with his boxers, to pull his cock free. He’s already hard for me. I stroke him a few times, listening for his breathing to hitch as I lower my mouth to him. I lick up the underside of his cock, along the vein. I swirl my tongue around his crown just as his hand slides into my hair, holding it out of my face.

“Fuck, babe. You’re killing me here,” he grits out as I take him all the way in, his tip hitting the back of my throat before I pull back. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, using them to stroke him as I bob up and down his cock. “I’m going to come,” he warns me, tapping my cheek with his free hand.

I pop his cock from my mouth, looking up at him as I keep my fist moving. “Isn’t that the point of a blowjob?” I ask before I take him back in my mouth, stroking and sucking until he comes, gripping my hair as he releases.

“Come here,” he rasps, pulling me up by the armpits. “That was fucking hot,” he says, kissing my jaw. “Now it’s your turn.” John kisses his way around my neck, stopping only long enough to pull my shirt off over my head. He runs his fingertips along the top of my bra ever so lightly, following them with his lips. He pushes one of my bra cups out of the way, allowing him access to my nipple. He sucks it hard, causing my center to clench as he flicks his tongue across my hardened peaks.

He reaches behind me, flicking the clasp of my bra one handed like an expert. It falls away from my body, as he grabs it and tosses it over the couch and out of our way like it offended him somehow. “Hmm, yes!” I moan as he switches his attention to my other breast, showing it the same love and attention he showed the other one. He slides further down, kissing along my torso as he flips us into a new position on the couch.

“You want to come on my tongue first or my cock?” he asks, looking up at me. He’s positioned halfway down the couch, the lower half of his body is hanging off the couch, in what looks to be a very uncomfortable position.

“Both, definitely both,” I tell him. “But how about we move this elsewhere. You look really uncomfortable.”

“I’m good out here,” he says, pushing to stand. He grabs hold of my ankles, turning me so I’m sitting correctly on the couch, then motions for me to stand. I follow his direction and he rids me of my pants and panties. He motions for me to sit back down, gripping my hips once I’m seated and pulls me until my ass is at the edge of the couch. He drops down to his knees on the floor in front of me, dropping kisses along my inner thighs until he’s made his way to the apex between my legs. He slides his tongue along my slit, circling my clit. He teases me until my back is arching off the couch. I feel as two fingers slide inside me. While his tongue works my clit, his fingers work my pussy until I’m a thrashing mess. I come hard, my orgasm hitting me fast as my body goes rigid on the couch. He pulls back, kissing my thighs, my belly, between my breasts as he makes his way up my body.

My body is in a completely blissed out state, the endorphins from my release filling my bloodstream. John scoops me up, then sits on the couch, with me on his lap. He lines his cock up with my entrance. I slide down, his cock filling me completely. “Yes!” I cry out in ecstasy.

I feel as his hands slide down my body until they’re cupping my ass. He helps my body rise and fall as he thrusts up from beneath me, his cock hitting me deep. “I’m going to come,” I cry out as he thrusts again, even deeper still. I can’t hold back; my second orgasm takes over and I fall forward into his chest. He’s fully supporting me, still holding my ass as he thrusts up, seeking his own release.

“God, damn,” he growls in my ear. “Your pussy is gripping my cock so tight. I’m going to come so hard,” he pants, as he continues to thrust through my orgasm. “Fuuuck, Jill,” he yells as he slams home one last time. I can feel his orgasm hit him. His body stills and I can feel his cock as he spasms, his orgasm spilling from him.

I stay on his lap for a few minutes, both of us needing the time to enjoy and recover from our impromptu sexy time. “You good?” he asks, cupping my cheek.

“Never been better,” I tell him before kissing him.

We break apart, and I pull back slightly, about to climb off of his lap so I can go clean up, but he stops me. “Jill,” he says my name, his voice gruff and growly.

“Yeah.” I still, looking at him. I can tell something’s on his mind, I just don’t know what is on his mind.

“I…” He pauses, sucks in a deep breath, blowing it out before he shifts me slightly on his lap. He cups my cheek again, running a thumb across my bottom lip, pulling it out from between my teeth. I didn’t even realize I’d sucked it between them, but it’s a nervous habit. “I have something I want to tell you, but I don’t want you to freak out or feel like you have to say anything in reply, okay?”

I nod my head in agreement.

“I…I love you.” He says it so reverently, like it’s the simplest fact out there.

I feel the smile fill my face when his statement hits me. “Can you say that again?” I ask.

“I love you and I have for a while now. I know we haven’t been together all that long, but I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. I’m sorry if that scares you, but fuck, I just can’t not tell you,” he says.

“I love you, too,” I tell him. It comes out as a whisper, and I don’t know if he heard me as I don’t get any reaction, so I repeat it, this time a little louder.

“Hell, yes!” he bellows, throwing his fists in the air. I laugh at his antics, loving this feeling. Knowing that we’re both on the same page as far as our love for one another goes. “Say it again?” he asks, pulling me close.

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