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Jon stared at the clock beside him. He slid out of bed, slipped on his black robe, and belted it around his waist. Wearing only his robe and boxers, he went to the front door, opened it, and peeked out.
At the end of the hall, two double doors led to the balcony facing the street. A gust of air forced the door to creak open.
Goddess knew why Jon was awake at this hour. His mind raced with everything from the day’s events to whatever else his mind crammed into it. "Fresh air," the sleepiness from his voice betrayed how he felt.
Sadly, he was wide awake.
Judging by the energy thrumming through his body, particularly his hard cock, he had to find some outlet to put him to sleep. It was too late for the bars, and since he had slept, logic told him he couldn't extend his nightcap.
"Fresh air," he repeated, and stepped out, closed the door behind him and headed towards the balcony.
Once he stepped past the threshold, a blast of wind hit him in the face. He ran a hand through his dark hair, brushing back long strands.
He leaned over the edge, peering down at the street, then back at the sky. The sun would rise in less than half an hour. Jon rolled his shoulders back, clenched his jaw, and closed his eyes.
"Ahem.” A soft, female voice purred behind him.
Jon glanced over his shoulder at the pretty redhead standing before him, hands on her hips. Dressed in a pink cami that fell above her belly button, and a pair of matching boyshort cut panties, she smirked. Her hair appeared tousled, as though she woke from lying in bed all night.
"You," was all he could whisper.
Ariel tilted her head to the side, offering him a cocky grin. She walked closer to him, her breasts bobbing against the stretchy mesh material enough that he could practically see them.
He licked his lips at the dark nipples that pierced the fabric of her top.
Lace outlined the neckline and hem, adding to the already sensuous allure she wore like a second skin.
His mouth watered; his cock hardened further.
She reached for him, touched his shoulder. "Hey," she batted her eyelashes.
The boyshorts rose slightly up her thigh with each step. He swallowed hard. "Hey yourself, sexy. What are you doing up?"
"I could ask you the same thing," she pointed at the bulge beneath his robe.
Sheepishly he grinned, "I was having trouble sleeping and came out here for some fresh air."
She smirked. "Is that the usual cure for morning wood?"
"When it's inspired by you, it is. A cold shower alone won't work." His tone dropped several notches. He winked.
She blinked, and her fingers snaked along the nape of his neck
A shiver coursed through him, and his prick bobbed against the material of his boxers. No doubt he was dripping pre-cum. "You keep doing that and it might land you in a world of trouble." His voice roughened with each word.
Ariel tilted her head the other way, winked at him. Her lips curled upwards in a wicked grin; green flames danced in her irises. "Maybe I want that trouble."
Oh gods, the husky voice she used… Jon stiffened with desire. Every nerve stood on alert while his eyes roamed over her pert body.
She stood on her tiptoes, drawing his head closer to hers.
She'd make a perfect submissive woman if he ever showed her that side.
Soft lips meant for nibbling pressed against his mouth, possessively.
Fingers gripped his hair while she nipped at him.
Her wet tongue plunged between his lips and another hand grabbed the hem of his robe and tugged him forward.
Ariel tasted of exotic spices. Her feminine scent tickled his nose, exciting him further. Jon reached for her, captured her head in his hands and ran his fingers through soft, satiny strands of red hair before pulling back from the kiss and delving in again, controlling the pace and frenzy.
She mewled beneath his skilled touch and opened more for him.
Hands slid down her slender back over the cami until he reached a bow. Pulling back, he looked into half-open eyes, "A bow?"
Her lips curled up again. "Yes, so you can unwrap me."
"I like that. But," his eyes darted around, "Not in the hallway."
"Fine." She snorted and tugged him closer, kissing him once more.
She gripped his cock and moaned into the kiss, sending shivers through him.
He explored her with his tongue, tasting the warm softness of her mouth organ, gliding along her bottom lip, and feeling the gentle nip and suckle of her mouth.
With one hand against the wall, he stumbled, led by his cock, towards her apartment.
She pushed the door open behind her.
It swung with a creak he ignored as he made his way across the threshold.
Her mouth left his, and teeth nipped his neck.
His hands roamed down her slender frame until stopping at the top of her ass. He gave her a good hard squeeze, enjoying the sound of her deeper moan and the firmness of her spankable ass.
"I've wanted you," she panted wantonly, "Since I saw you."
"That makes two of us," he groaned in her ear. The rumble of his chest made her shiver visibly. "Now what?"
One more quick step inside had her back against the wall. Jon trapped her with both hands on each side of her before tapping the door shut with his foot. His eyes narrowed, staring into half-open hazel orbs. "You sure you want to do this?"
He'd given her an out. Just to be polite. Of course, he had no intention of reneging once she said yes.
"I need something to help me sleep, Jon. You're available. And," she licked her lips, "fuckable." She hitched one slender leg around him and pulled him against her.
The incredible heat flowing between her legs would kill him once he sank inside. It threatened to undo him now, and all they had was thin fabric between the two of them.
"Where do you want me?"
Her hand slid down his side, over the front of his chest until her spread fingers left his body. She patted her pussy, "here."
He cocked a brow, off ered a wry smile, and dipped his head to hers, touching her slightly at first, then applying greater pressure while one hand slid down her body and came to rest on the curve of her hip. Fingertips spawned the width of her stomach. A pinky finger slid beneath the elastic waistband of her panties.
Ariel arched into him, pressing her breasts against his now exposed chest. She'd parted the robe more when he busied himself with her mouth.
"I need you," she whimpered against him while nibbling along the line of his jaw.
Jon groaned and slid his hand deeper into her panties, brushing against soft, shaved skin. Her plump, slick folds welcomed him with ease.
She rocked her hips up to thrust him in deeper.
Jon pulled back, rubbing a finger over the swollen nub of her clit.
She shook beneath him, the one knee against his leg tightening around him.
"Fuck me," she begged.
Jon broke from her delectable mouth and stared at her through half-opened eyes. Lazily, he smiled and dipped his fingers into her slit again.
She gripped him, and the searing heat of her threatened to knock sanity out of him.
Thrusting in and out steadily had her panting and rubbing her breast with a free hand.
Jon steadied her while he continued to hold her against the wall and finger-fuck her.
She let go of his cock and screamed, throwing her head back against the wall hard enough that it must have hurt.
Ariel didn't seem to care. Her grip on his fingers tightened while she dug her nails into his arms. "I want you. Your cock in me."
He pulled his digits out of her and brought them to his lips. Sucking on them brought her aroma, along with the taste of slick, sweet honey from her cum over his tongue. "You want more?" He pulled his finger out of his mouth with a pop.
Biting her lip, she nodded.
Jon stepped back and set his hands on the hem of his boxers. Slowly, he tugged them down, well aware of her eyes glued to his body.
Then he stopped. "I have a better idea."
Quickly, he broke the short space between them, seizing her mouth with his.
She squealed beneath him.
He dug his fingers back inside her sopping pussy and forced her to ride him to another blissful orgasm before sliding his fingers out and moving the crotch of her panties aside. He gripped his cock. Slick in hand, he brushed the head of his cock against her lips.
She whimpered and begged, rocking her hips against him.
In one swift motion, Jon cupped her ass, lifted her, and impaled her against the wall until he was balls deep.
Her intense heat gripped him, tearing a moan from him.
Squealing, she threw her arms around his neck.
Testing her weight, Jon stirred slowly at first. Her sheath felt like molten velvet wrapped around his shaft. Muscles squeezed him with each movement, pressing down on the head of his cock.
He rocked back and forth gently.
Ariel slammed her eyes shut and bit his shoulder.
He shuddered against her, increasing the pace of his thrusts. The feel of her panties sliding against his bare cock only added to the pleasure of her slick canal squeezing him.
Each time he moved in her, she mewled.
He picked up his pace. Balls drawing up against his body, tightness, and warmth starting low in his stomach, until the head of his cock became super sensitive.
Faster and faster, he pounded into her, rocking her against the wall.
Her legs tightened around his body and she bit down again, harder, while crushing her breasts against his chest.
Next time, he'd suckle those nipples into fine, tight peaks. And lave her labia. And he'd probably paddle her ass, too.
For now, he could only feel, seeing as how he'd fought to keep his eyes open and watch her cum on him while he filled her.
But he'd failed. Her pussy milked him with an intensity that tore a scream from his mouth when he shot cum deep inside her.
One arm wrapped around her shoulder, supporting her while he continued thrusting.
Her hands fisted in his hair and nails dug into his scalp, adding pain to the pleasure he felt from release.
Jon groaned and shook against hers as the last bit of cum jetted from him.
Ariel purred softly in his ear.
Slowly, both found release. He'd hesitated, but after a moment, he opened his eyes.
"Guess you want down, hm?" His voice had lost the possessive edge from earlier and become slightly raspy.
"For now.” She caught her breath.
Carefully, Jon helped her dislodge herself from him. "I'll get you a towel."
"No, don't bother. I rather like your cum on the crotch of my panties. It reminds me of the next night when I can't sleep and need some release."
Jon smirked and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. "I'll see you soon, then."
Ariel cupped his cheek, then moved a hand to strands of short red hair. Twirling them around her fingers, she winked at him.
He adjusted his clothing, belted his robe, and left her apartment. Glancing out the open doors, he saw breaking dawn on the horizon. Smiling to himself, he turned towards his unit and made his way back into bed ten minutes later, aware that work would soon be a priority.
Not that lack of sleep ever bothered him. Jon spent too many nights up thanks to a caffeine habit and the need to work.
But he’d blown off some badly needed steam from the sexy redhead at the end of the hall. Anticipation filled him at the next time they both needed a shared release.
It wouldn’t be soon enough.