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Attraction and Other Subjectivities

Summary: You try to be a good friend for Jonathan as he deals with the separation, lending him an ear when he needs to talk. The two of you have had a few drinks when he starts telling you some of the things Mira said to him before leaving. You want to prove them wrong.

Pairing: Jonathan Levy x AFAB!Reader (I tried to make the character very blank canvas so anyone could enjoy. Please let me know if I missed anything so I can improve!)

Word Count: ~7k

Rating/Warnings: SMUT (PinV, fingering and oral (f receiving,) unprotected (pull out method,)) questionable consent due to alcohol consumption. Alcohol consumption being it’s own warning. Spoilers for ep 2 of Scenes From a Marriage. Canon compliant talk of marriage separation, cheating, abortion. A brief vertigo-esque moment brought on from heights.

You watched Jonathan as he topped up your glass of wine. His cheeks were rosy from the alcohol and you were sure yours weren’t any better off. It was his first weekend in the house alone since Mira had left for Tel Aviv. He’d told you the broad strokes of the story - she left him for another man practically overnight, had her “new life” all planned out with no room for conversation. You didn’t pry past what he was willing to tell you. Your heart broke for the man you considered a close friend, not simply a coworker, his world turning upside down all at once.

Ava was spending the weekend with her mother at the hotel room she had booked. Coming back every second weekend from the other side of the world seemed crazy to you. You could understand a mother doing anything for her children, including an 11 hour flight, but wouldn’t it have been easier to stay in the country in the first place? You didn’t understand, but you offered Jonathan your support the best you can.

He had called you shortly after Ava left for the night, asking if you wanted to come over for a drink. You weren’t surprised. You were sure that he was going crazy in the house alone, left with the shattered pieces of his family. Everything was new enough that signs of Mira were all over the house. Her preferred coffee creamer still in the fridge, her toiletries still in the shower - you couldn’t help but think how cruel it was that she had just left Jonathan to deal with the fall out.

“The house is just… it’s so quiet.” He mumbled, taking a sip of his white wine. You followed suit, sipping from your refilled glass - how many had you had already? You’d lost count - as you gave him the space to talk. To vent.

“Just a few weeks ago, all three of us were here. We were- well, I thought we were happy.” He huffed, shaking his head. “We were over the…”

He trailed off, seeming to be lost in thought. You knew about the abortion. He had already confided in you, needing someone outside of the situation to talk to as he came to terms with it. You could tell from the way he spoke about it that he would have loved a second child, even if he respected Mira’s decision to terminate. You hadn’t said as much to him, but you wondered if the child was even really his with the new information coming to light.

You reached a hand out, placing your hand on top of his in a comforting gesture. “I know. I was so happy you were bouncing back.” You told him, truly meaning it. It had taken a few months but the exhaustion had faded from his face, his usual demeanor returning as the two of them seemed to reconcile. “But… this isn’t your fault. You have to know that, right?”

Jonathan laughed, a bitter huff of air puffing through his lips. “I keep trying to tell myself that but-”

“No buts, Jon.” You interrupted, squeezing his hand. “I don’t care what she said, what kind of lies she told to make herself feel better. You’re the victim in this.”

He took a long drink of his wine, draining over half of the glass at once. “I should have noticed,” he mumbled.

“How were you to notice? You can’t read minds.” You chuckled, trying to lighten the dark mood that had fallen over the kitchen.

He turned his hand over with a sigh, clasping your hand in his. You knew the gesture was in thanks, but you weren’t sure exactly what for. For lightening the mood, for being there for him, for being on his side - you knew mutual friends of his and Mira that had either taken her side outright or by proxy of “staying out of it.”

“She told me she wasn’t attracted to me anymore.” He admitted quietly, staring at the counter top between you.

Your mouth dropped open in surprise before you could stop yourself. He continued talking, luckily not seeming to realize your reaction.

“Right before she left. I was trying to fix it… asking her to stay so we could work it out, try therapy, something. Anything. Then she told me she wasn’t attracted to me anymore.”

Your mind struggled to accept the strange concept. You had always found Jonathan attractive, but it was something you kept hidden. He was already dating Mira when you met him so there was no reason to broadcast that you found him handsome. The attraction had never faded, quite the opposite: it grew as you got to know him better, as he aged. His once inky curls sporting streaks of grey. The laugh lines around his eyes growing deeper. He stayed fit, even if his body filled out slightly with age.

It wasn’t just a physical attraction either. You could debate with him for hours, picking apart his points to understand his thought process. He was so in love with his family, a devotion that shone through his eyes anytime he spoke about them. His absolute dedication to both Mira and Ava was something you longed for in a partner - high standards, you learned through your many failed relationships over the years. There was no one quite like Jonathan Levy.

“That’s fucking ridiculous.” You scoffed, taking your hand back so you could cross your arms angrily. “”Not attracted to you anymore,” what does that even mean?”

Jonathan removed his glasses to scrub at his face with a sigh before replacing them. “She showed me the new guy.”

“What?” You balked, leaning forward to brace yourself against the corner of the kitchen island.

“I asked her to.” He explained, resting his hand against your arm to pacify your anger. “He’s young. Not even 30 yet.”

“A fucking child.” You scoffed.

“Guess I’m too old? I don’t know.” He took his hand back to sip his wine, draining the glass again.

“That’s bullshit, Jon. She’s old. I’m old. We’re all old!” You leaned back, shaking your head in disbelief. “Mature, maybe not. Globetrotting and cradle robbing…” You grumbled under your breath, but Jonathan must have heard you by the way he stifled his laugh into his wine.

“Don’t listen to a damn word she said, you hear me?” You urge, reaching forward for both of his hands the moment his wine glass is safely on the counter. “She’s going through… whatever it is, I’m not going to waste my time justifying her actions. This isn’t your fault, and you’re a damn attractive man.”

Jonathan laughed, turning away from you. “Thanks,” he mumbled half-heartedly.

You didn’t let him go, seeing the doubt on his face. “I mean it. You were hot when you got married and you’ve aged like good whisky since. If she isn’t attracted to you, then that’s something wrong with her.”

He tried to pull his hands away once more, grumbling your name with a fond eye-roll. “I’m not… It's fine.”

“What? Not hot?” You questioned, watching as Jonathan’s face flushed even more - and not from just the alcohol this time. “I know you grew up shoving all those desires down and all, but do you seriously have no idea how the female students look at you? And some of the male ones.” You added with a laugh.

“Really?” Jonathan asked, looking honestly surprised. He slipped his hands easily from your grip as you laughed, his palms growing sweaty against yours.

“Really.” You confirmed, taking a sip of wine. “Just because some people aren’t attracted to intellectualism,” you spat bitterly, “doesn’t mean the rest of us aren’t.”

Jonathan pondered it for a moment before shaking his head once again. “Students crush on faculty all the time. It’s not- It’s not looks or their minds, it’s the unattainable. It’s the power dynamic. Hell, for some of them, it’s a kink. It’s circumstantial.” He argued. “You say young people find me attractive, but it’s not… it’s the idea of me they find attractive.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You knew there were mirrors in this house, you had seen them. The man thinking it was “the idea” of an older, mature man in power being the reason people fawned over him was crazy. You tipped back your glass, drinking back the rest of your wine, ready to counter-point his idiotic thoughts.

“You’re my age, and I’m not attractive to you.” He stated conversationally, making you nearly choke on the last of the wine. You were ready to laugh at him when you saw the serious expression that told you he wasn’t joking.

“How would you know that I’m not attracted to you?” You challenged, setting your glass down and giving him your full attention.

“We’ve been friends for a decade, give or take,” he explained. “You’ve never said anything, never acted…” He trailed off, searching for the words.

“What, slutty?” You filled in. “Just because I haven’t thrown myself at you does not mean I don’t find you attractive.”

Jonathan waved his hand between you, like he was batting your point out of the air like a fly. “Skewed data. My wife just left me, as my friend of course you’re going to-”

“Jonathan,” you cut him off, grabbing his hand out of the air. You pushed it down so you could stare him in his eyes as you spoke. “I am attracted to you. You are attractive.” You spoke slowly, annunciating each syllable.

“You’re just saying that.” He defended.

You couldn’t pinpoint the deciding factor for your next action. The defeat in his voice, the hurt on his face, or the alcohol in your veins. Keeping his right hand captured in yours, you leaned forward, having to slide off the stool and round the counter to properly crowd into his space. Your free hand cupped the back of his neck, pulling him forward as you pressed your lips together.

His lips were soft but firm against yours, though unmoving. His beard prickled against your skin not unpleasantly. The smell of the wine you’d both been drinking mixed with the cedarwood and aloe in his beard. You were close enough that you could feel the warmth of his chest just inches away.

The moment dragged on, lips pressed together with an awkward stillness as your mind caught up to your actions. You were kissing Jonathan - something you had admittedly thought about before, but not like this.

You jerked back, pulling your hands back to your sides as you opened your eyes. Jonathan stared at you with a look of shock, eyes wide behind his glasses as his lips parted slightly. The lips you had just felt against your own. You took several deep breaths, trying to calm your heart as it threatened to beat right out of your ribcage. The silence dragged on between you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I shouldn’t have…’ You mumbled, too stunned to focus on the words coming out of your mouth. You looked around, looking at anything but Jonathan who still hadn’t moved. You grabbed your phone from the counter, sliding it into your pocket. “I should go. I think I… I proved my point.”

You turned, speeding towards the mudroom where your coat hung. You would wait outside while you called a car. If you were drunk enough to force yourself on Jonathan, a man grieving the dissolution of his marriage, you were definitely too drunk to drive. You tried not to think of how awful of a friend you just became. You could wallow in your poor decisions once you got out of here.

Your fingers brushed the soft fabric of your coat as a hand wrapped around your wrist, spinning you around. You gasped in shock at the sudden movement, stumbling backwards into the wall behind you on unsteady feet.

The pressure on your lips was back. The smell of chardonnay and cedarwood was back. The warmth of his chest, crowding you into the wall, was back. His lips moved against yours, this time you being the one shocked into stillness. His lips were damp, like he had licked them just before kissing you…

He was kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close as you began to kiss him back. You felt the hum of satisfaction in his chest as your lips moved with his. His left hand slid between your head and the wall, his right gripping at your hip. His beard prickled you as he nuzzled against you, trying to perfect the angle of the kiss.

You trailed your hand up the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his curls. They were soft, just like you had always imagined them to be. You tightened your grip lightly and he sucked on your lip in response. It made your knees weak, stealing the breath from your lungs. He shifted closer, pressing against you from his shoulders to his thighs.

You whimpered his name, rolling your body against his. You wanted to feel him, all the parts of him that had been off limits to you for years. He quieted you by licking into your mouth, pressing forward with drunken need.

Your tongues tangled, sharing the taste of the crisp wine, mixing with your own unique flavors. His tongue dominated your mouth, sending jolts of pleasure down your body. You could feel the heat pooling at your core, your slick collecting between your folds. The hand not tangled in Jonathan’s hair slid across his shoulder blades and upper back, feeling the way the muscles there moved as he devoured you, as he pushed to get closer than was possible. You fisted the fabric of the soft sweater in your hands.

The hand on your hip slid up your body, tracing your curves as it settled just below your breast. You arched your back, pressing your chest into his hand. You wanted him to touch you, wanted to feel his strong hands on you. He obliged, cupping you through your shirt. He groaned into your mouth, kneading insistently.

You whimpered in response, your head tilting back into his grip. His lips left yours, kissing your chin, your jaw, your neck. His mouth never left your skin as he kissed and sucked his way down to your collarbone. You panted, trying to catch your breath from the onslaught, each inhale pressing you harder into his hands. Your lips tingled, kiss swollen and spit-slicked. You tugged at his sweater, trying to pull it upwards. You untangled your hand from his hair, using it to rumple the fabric at his shoulders. You tilted your head to grant him access to your neck as you pulled the sweater higher up his back.

He groaned your name as he pulled away, a slick popping noise echoing in the tiny room. He took a step away, putting enough distance between the two of you to pull his sweater off his body, taking the worn undershirt with it. The motion knocked his glasses askew on his face. He took them off, placing them haphazardly on the table near the door that housed junkmail and car keys.

Your arms fell back to your sides, pressing against the wall to help keep you upright. You felt light headed as you watched his chest revealed to you. You had seen him shirtless before, but never under circumstances like this. Not when you had the taste of his lips on yours or knew the way his beard felt against your skin. You eyed the thin trail of hair that disappeared under his jeans, leading to the tent forming under the zippered fly.

You couldn’t take it, being separated that long. You pushed off the wall, opening your mouth to his once more. He stumbled backwards as he caught you, the warm skin of his bare arms wrapping around you as the two of you fell into the wall of coats. Your hands found purchase on his chest, feeling it heave as he breathed you in. Your hands dragged downwards, trailing over his bare skin. He moaned, pressing into you and making you walk backwards. One hand on your lower back held you to him as the other navigated the doorframe into the rest of the house. Your lips, your tongues never stopping the heated kiss as you followed his lead, prepared to go anywhere he wanted to take you.

The two of you stopped abruptly as you hit the banister of the stairs. You grunted, the air being forced from your lungs as you fell into the wooden frame. Jonathan’s hand left your back, sliding down to feel the sliver of skin between your shirt and your pants. His touch left goosebumps across your skin. Your own hands wound around his sides, feeling him flinch as you brushed a ticklish spot. You giggled breathlessly into the kiss, pulling him harder into you.

He chuckled in return, both hands grabbing the hem of your shirt. You had to arch yourself, pressing into him and away from the bannister, to get your shirt free. His lips left yours only at the last moment that they needed to, pulling the shirt over your head and dropping it to the floor. He didn’t resume the kiss, instead pressing his face into your cleavage with a quiet groan. You tossed your head back, holding his head in both hands as he licked and kissed your breasts.

You whimpered and squirmed, trapped as he wound his arms back around you. He nipped at your skin, soothing the spot with his tongue soon afterwards. His warm, wet tongue followed the line of your bra, dipping lower between your breasts.

You released your hold on him, reaching back to unclip your bra. You let it fall to the ground between the two of you, forgotten and useless as Jonathan moved lower. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he sucked your nipple into his mouth.

“Oh my god…” You breathed, watching the top of his head as he showered your chest with attention. His tongue flicked across the hardened peak, making you shiver. He kept one strong, warm arm around your waist as he cupped your other breast. As he closed his teeth around your nipple, he pinched with his fingers, making you moan.

“Jonathan, please.” You whined, pressing your thighs together in search of friction. You didn’t know what you were asking him for, just more.

His hand stayed put, massaging as he kissed you once more. His beard was damp from the messy attention he’d been doting on you. “I’ve got you.” He murmured against your lips, punctuating his promise with another pinch to your nipple.

You gasped into his mouth, pressing into him. You felt his hardened length against your hip, making you ache even more. He shuffled backwards, letting you follow him away from the banister that had you pinned in place. Your feet bumped into his awkwardly, both of you reluctant to stop kissing each other to move.

You jolted backwards as you tripped over his feet, somehow catching yourself in a sitting position on the stairs. You panted for breath, staring up at him as he towered over you. You licked your lips as your eyes trailed down his bare chest, all the way to where his pants barely hid his erection.

You reached forward to unbutton his pants, but he caught your hands, stopping you. He knelt in front of you, staring into you with dark eyes. You couldn’t even see the brown of his eyes, his pupils so wide with lust as he knelt in front of you.

“Let me...” he mumbled under his breath, releasing your hands to reach for your own pants instead. He flicked the button open easily and tugged the zipper down. You lifted your hips from the stairs as he yanked them down, leaving you in just your panties. You bit your lip, feeling the cool air against your flushed skin as he pulled your legs free. He released one leg from his grip, lifting the other to kiss your calf.

You leaned back against the stairs, using your arms to brace yourself as he kissed and bit his way up your leg. His shoulders pushed your legs apart as he climbed higher, getting closer and closer to where you desperately wanted him.

You were so wet. You could feel the damp patch on your panties as you squirmed for him. You knew the minute he spotted it, a strangled groan building up from his chest. You received no other warning as he dove forward, inhaling deeply as he pressed his face to your core.

You called out in surprise and arousal, your head falling backwards as you felt him kissing and licking you through the garment. He whined at the taste of you, gripping your hips tightly to hold you in place. He found your hardened clit through the fabric, making you whimper and buck into him despite his hold. The wet fabric dragged against you, making your toes curl. It was exquisite, but still not enough.

“Off.” You demanded, hooking your thumbs into the elastic waistband. Jonathan obliged, leaning back and letting you close your legs in order to get them off. He dropped them to the stairs, pulling your legs apart and diving back into your core as he propped your legs over his shoulders.

You couldn’t have stopped yourself from crying his name if you tried. His hot tongue assaulted your bundle of nerves as his beard scraped your sensitive folds. His hot breath puffed against you as he licked and sucked, the filthy sounds invading the space.

“So good,” he groaned against you before licking into your fluttering hole. Your hand shot to the top of his head, trying to hold him in place as he collected your slick on his tongue.

“Don’t stop.” You begged, rolling your hips against him.

His free hand found yours where it was splayed against the stairs, keeping you upright. He tangled his fingers with yours, squeezing his reassurances that he wasn’t stopping anytime soon. He drank down every drop he could find as his nose and mustache tickled your clit. You felt the tight ball of pleasure forming in your gut, your body climbing closer and closer to release.

You dropped your chin to your chest, looking down at Jonathan as he drank from you like a man parched. His dark eyes met yours with a burning intensity as he pressed his tongue inside your pussy, seeking more. You swore, fisting his hair as you clenched around him. He kept his tongue rigid as he pressed it in and out of you, making you buck up to meet it.

He pulled off of you with an obscene slurping noise. You didn’t have time to complain about the loss as a single, thick finger quickly replaced his tongue. “So tight baby,” he praised as you moaned.

He sucked your clit back into his mouth as he pumped his finger in and out of you.

You felt your legs starting to shake on either side of his head, your back arching against the edges of the steps behind you as you grew even closer to your peak. “A-another one.’ You stuttered, pleading for more.

He hummed, the vibrating coursing through your body as he pressed a second finger in alongside the second. They pushed in and out slowly but steadily as he hummed around your clit. You panted and stammered, warning him you were close, so close. He didn’t relent, turning his hand and changing his angle, pressing even deeper inside of you.

His name left your lips in loud moan as you came. Your toes dug into his back, thighs clenching around his head as you threw your head back in ecstasy. He kept pumping, your walls desperately milking his fingers as he groaned his approval against your heated skin.

You collapsed back into the stairs, panting as your orgasm faded. The edges of the steps dug painfully into you but you couldn’t move as you lay there breathless. Jonathan slowed his ministrations, eventually pulling his fingers from you. You whimpered at the loss, feeling yourself twitching around the emptiness he left behind.

You rolled your head onto your shoulder, watching through heavy eyelids as he sucked his fingers clean of you. You moaned quietly at the sight, his beard already covered in your juices.

“So sweet,” Jonathan sighed around his fingers, releasing them from his mouth with a pop.

You reached your hand out to him, wanting off the uncomfortable stairs. He took your hand in his, pulling you up to standing. You wobbled slightly as his arms came to wrap around you, helping your balance.

His lips were back on yours, the taste of you coating them. The smell of your own arousal was heady in his beard as he licked into your mouth like he had been licking into your cunt just moments before. You fought to keep up, his passion overtaking your haze. He was still thick and wanting, pressed into your hip as he slid his hand down your back to palm your ass.

“Think you can make it up the stairs?” He asked against your lips.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, nodding slightly. The response earned you a squeeze to your ass, making you press even closer to him.

He kissed you a moment longer, seemingly fighting with himself whether or not to let you go. When he finally pulled back, he gently ushered you to start climbing the stairs ahead of him. He kept a hand on your hip, although you didn’t know if that was to continue touching you, or to make sure you didn’t fall. Or both.

At the top of the stairs, he pulled you back into him, wrapping his arms around your middle as he kissed your neck. You sighed, letting your head fall out of his way as he caressed your skin. You reached back to tangle a hand in his hair again, trying to feel connected to him. His chest was warm and sturdy against your back.

The two of you shimmied forward towards the bedroom, your steps awkward as you tried not to trip but not wanting to separate. As you walked, Jonathan’s hard cock pressed into your lower back, the swell of your ass rubbing into him as your hips swayed.

“Tease.” He growled into your ear, sliding his hand up to pinch your nipple.

You jerked with a squeak, pressing your ass harder into him and making him groan. You pushed far enough away that you could turn to face him, the bedroom door now standing a few feet behind you. You eyed him up and down, reveling in his disheveled hair and all around debauched look.

“Wouldn’t be teasing if you weren’t overdressed.” You breathed, walking backwards slowly. “You could have started fucking me on the landing if your pants were already off.”

Jonathan growled, pressing back into your personal space as he backed you into the door jam of the bedroom, his lips pressing harshly into yours. You were sure you’d feel his lips on yours for days. You’d remember it for the rest of your life.

“Careful what you wish for,” he grinned into the kiss, his hands leaving your body to start working at his pants.

You responded with your own grin, sucking his lower lip between your teeth to nip at it teasingly. He moaned in response, slowly pulling back until his lip was released from your hold. Once he was free, he bent down to push his pants the rest of the way off his legs. You took the opportunity to run your hand through his hair, appreciating the way the greying streaks caught the light.

Instead of standing right away, he gripped your hips, kissing your lower stomach and working his way back up to your chest. He pawed at you needily, nipping and leaving tiny red love bites on your skin as he went.

“C’mon,” you whined, trying to tug him into the bedroom.

“Oh no.” He laughed, standing to his full height once more. He pulled you out of the bedroom, making you frown with confusion. He turned you towards the railing, pressing up against you from behind. “You want the landing, you get the landing.” He purred, running his hands over your shoulders and down your arms. He took your hands in his, placing them on the rail.

You shuddered, looking down the two flights of stairs to the ground floor. The rail felt sturdy under your palms, but the height made your stomach drop.

“Jonathan-” you started to argue but he was behind you, pressing himself against your ass.

“It’ll hold.” He panted, fisting his length and dragging it between your cheeks.

The complaint died on your lips as you arched your back in anticipation, trying to buck your hips in such a way to get him closer to where you wanted him.

He kicked your legs further apart before pressing you down with a hand splayed between your shoulders. You bit your lip, wiggling your hips as you tried to entice him to hurry up. You felt the blunt head of his cock between your lips, making your eyes flutter closed. You hadn’t even gotten a proper look at him, but the thick tip teasing you had you feeling his girth as it caught at your slick entrance.

“Please, Jon.” You moaned, looking back at him over your shoulder. His eyes were trained down, watching as he ran his dick over your folds. You were sure you were dripping by now, slicking up his length as it slid back and forth.

“You ask so pretty,” he sighed, notching himself at your hole. The hand on your back slid to grip your shoulder, pulling you backwards as he pushed forward slowly.

Your mixed moans of pleasure filled the space as he breached your sensitive pussy. He moved so slowly, letting you feel every ridge and vein as he entered you. Your hands tightened around the railing in front of you, your body taught with pleasure as you stretched around him.

You could hear Jonathan cursing under his breath as he bottomed out, barely able to tell what he was saying over the blood rushing through your ears. You felt his thighs press against you before he leaned over you, blanketing you with his body.

“So tight, honey.” He breathed into your ear as he caught his breath. He nuzzled into your shoulder, kissing any skin he could reach.

You wanted to reach back for him but couldn’t bring yourself to let go of the railing in front of you. It felt like the smooth wood under your hands was the only thing stopping you from either falling or floating away - you weren't sure which would happen first.

You whined, asking him to move as you rolled your hips. He groaned as you tightened around him and stood back up. Both hands gripped your hips as he pulled back, leaving some of his length inside of you before pressing back in.

A pitiful whimper bubbled up from your chest as he started fucking into you, the breath being pushed from your lungs with each thrust.

“‘S’at good?” He huffed.

“So good.” You drawled, nodding frantically. “M-more. I can take more.”

Jonathan answered with a low hum before he picked up his pace, thrusting quicker into you.

‘Yes,” you moaned. “Like that.”

“Got you,” he panted. “I got you.”

“Don’t stop.”

The wooden bannister started creaking with the back and forth motion as you pulled on it, pushing back into each of Jonathan’s thrusts. You hung your head between your shoulders, seeing the ground of the first floor through the slats of the railing, making your stomach swoop as Jonathan fucked you.

“Oh god-” You moaned, feeling yourself shaking from the mixture of pleasure and unease.

“‘At’s it honey,” Jonathan answered you, panting heavily behind you. “God, you feel so good.”

The sound of skin on skin, feeling the way his pelvis smacked into your ass with each thrust and pushed you forward, it was more intoxicating than the bottle of wine you’d shared. You could get drunk off of this. Off of him.

“Tell me.” He grunted. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fu- fuck me.” You cried, looking back over your shoulder at him. The muscles in his arms and neck were taught. He was gritting his teeth as his messy hair flopped back and forth. He looked like a feral god. “Jona- don’t stop!”

He slowed his pace with a growl, making you whine until he thrust forward harshly. You cried out as he found a tender spot inside of you, prodding it with each rough thrust.

“Wanna touch you.” You whined, moving to take a hand off the bannister. You quickly gripped it again when you felt how off-kilter you were without it bracing you.

Jonathan pulled out of you suddenly, nearly making you fall forward with the loss. He slapped your ass, the sound echoing through the hallway. “Bedroom.” He ordered shortly, grabbing an arm and helping you to stand.

Your hands were cramped from how tightly you had been holding onto the rail. You wiggled your fingers to relieve the tension as Jonathan dragged you into his bedroom. Before he could pull you onto the bed, you pushed him down onto his back. He bounced on the mattress, watching you with an amused look on his face. His legs were bent over the edge of the bed, his cock glistening against his stomach.

He was thick, you already knew that from how he felt inside of you. His average length led up from the thatch of dark curls to the straining, dark red tip. The urge to taste him was strong, but your throbbing, empty pussy’s need was stronger.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his waist. His hands fell to your hips immediately as you reached beneath you, holding his hard length in your hand for the first time. His eyes fluttered shut as you stroked him, hand gliding easily from your own juices coating him. You could hardly believe the vision before you.

“Please,” he groaned, tossing his head back.

You leaned forward, licking up the column of tight muscles in his neck as you kept stroking. You felt his adam’s apple bob against your cheek as you scraped your teeth over his skin. He shivered under you, tightening his grip on your hips.

You bit into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, making him buck up into your hand as he moaned. The sound was music to your ears, prompting you to do it again.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “C’mon honey.”

You licked over the two pink marks you’d left on his skin before sitting up. You lifted yourself, holding him steady as you lowered back onto his cock.

You didn’t pause the way he had with you. You didn’t give him time to adjust to the return of your warm heat. You bounced on him right away, rebuilding the high that had started fading in the time it took you to move to the bedroom. You braced yourself on his shoulders, letting your nails barely dig into his skin. He seemed to like the bite of pain from the nips you had left him and you wanted to give him more.

He lifted his head to look at you, his hands still gripping onto your hips. His eyes scoured your form, taking in your bouncing breasts, the look of ecstasy on your flushed face as you moved, down to where your bodies were joined, watching as his cock disappeared into you again and again.

He licked his lips, glancing up at your eyes. In the dim lamp light of the room, his eyes looked pure black. No warmth of the deep brown remained, only a dark intensity of lust. “Fuckin’ beautiful.” He groaned.

“Touch me,” you ordered, although your breathless voice made it sound like a request.

Jonathan wasted no time in obliging. One hand slid between your bodies, cupping your mound. He pressed his thumb between your folds, finding your aching clit. You moaned, high pitched and needy, as he started to rub circles around the bud.

“Yes!” You hissed, clamping your eyes shut as you revelled in the pleasure. Your pace faltered as your body tensed and shook.

Jonathan picked up the slack, thrusting up into you. Your broken moan pierced the room as you pushed back into him, trying hard to meet each thrust.

“P-please,” he panted. “Need you to-”

“‘M close.” You confirmed, nodding and meeting his eyes once more. You could feel your slick along the insides of your thighs, your frantic motions smearing it across the both of you. It was filthy in the most amazing way.

Jonathan thrust harder, pinching your clit gently. The sensation made your body jerk, falling forward against his chest with your mouth hanging open in a silent cry.

He huffed a satisfied laugh, rubbing your clit with both fingers as he continued thrusting.

“D-don’t stop. God, don’t stop.” You rambled, pressing your face against his shoulder. The smell of sweat and sex clung to his skin, surrounding you as you fought to breathe through the growing pleasure.

Another pinch had you toppling over that edge. Your stomach quaked with spasms as your walls clenched around him. Mouth wide open as you cried out, you could taste the salt stuck to his skin as you came. He was everywhere. Inside you, under you, all around you.

He grunted near your ear, his voice but no words making it through the fog of your orgasm as he chased his own release. His thrusting grew frantic, his rigid cock pushing deep inside your pulsing hole. You clung to him, unable to do much else but let him take what he wanted.

You felt him slip from your warmth at the last second, his hot release hitting your thighs and lower stomach. You whined softly at the loss as your own body came down from your high. He thrust his hips as he came, his cock pressed between the two of you as it spurt out hot seed.

Your eyes were closed, a blissed out smile on your face when he stopped moving. His hand moved from your hip to the back of your head, gently caressing your scalp as he took a moment to catch his breath. The soft gesture made you hum in contentment, the cooling, sticky mess between you momentarily forgotten.

“Fuuuuuck.” Jonathan groaned out, slipping his other arm out from between you. You opened your eyes, watching as he threw his forearm over his eyes. His face was flushed, forehead matted with sweat as his hair stuck up at odd angles. You couldn’t look away, wanting to remember forever how blissed and fucked out he looked in this moment.

“Yeah.” You agreed with a breathy chuckle, brushing your thumb over the flushed, sweaty skin of his chest.

The two of you fell into silence, the sound of your heavy breathing feeling so soft compared to the raucous noise you had been making mere moments ago. Your eyelids felt heavy, the alcohol and orgasm working together in a drowsy concoction of sedation.

Jonathan tapped your hip, his voice hoarse and deep when he told you to roll off of him. You did as he asked, wincing as you felt the cooling mess between you trying to stick the two of you together.

You stared up at the ceiling, despite how tired you felt, and wondered what to do next. Should you leave? Did he want you to stay? It had all happened so quickly, you weren’t sure where either of you stood now.

Jonathan sat up with a long, drawn out groan. You watched as he stood, dragging his feet across the carpeted floor. You felt an anxiety bubbling in your chest as you waited for a sign from him. Leave or stay?

He grumbled, scratching his beard as he rounded the bed. “I’ll get a towel.”

You stayed put, as he seemingly wanted. Your eyes fell to his ass as he disappeared through the door to the ensuite. You pushed yourself further up the bed, positioning yourself in a more comfortable way as you heard the water turn on.

Jonathan reemerged, wiping his face with a damp cloth as he handed you your own. You sat up slightly, trying to keep any of the spunk on your stomach from getting on the duvet under you as you took the cloth. You wiped yourself down, grateful to get the cold, sticky mess off of your skin.

Jonathan turned down the covers on the side of the bed as you finished, holding a hand out and offering to take the soiled towel from you. You handed it to him with a murmured thanks, watching as he threw it haphazardly into the bathroom. You could hear it land on the tiled floor with a soft splat.

“Deal with it tomorrow.” He chuckled as he climbed into the bed.

He held the blankets up, making room for you to shimmy your way underneath them as he nonverbally answered your questions about whether you should leave. He pulled you to his side, giving you no choice but to snuggle into his side in a way you had only dreamed of. It took a moment of adjustment, finding the position where your bodies fit together comfortably, before you two settled. It only took a few slow blinks until you fell asleep in his arms.

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