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I watch as O starts to slowly pull and twist his dick, making some kind of corkscrew motion I file away for later. Just watching him is getting me off, but when Jonah pushes his mouth back against my clit, I suddenly remember what it is that’s going on.
My eyes fall shut for a moment, right in time for my mouth to fall open. I hear O softly swear, and I open my eyes again to see him really going at it. I can see him come undone right in front of me. Jonah must have a pretty good line of sight on him, because the harder O squeezes and pulls himself, the harder he works me.
“Fucking hell, now I really feel like a teenager all over again, fantasizing about Mor while jerking off,” O grunts.
“Not a fantasy,” I retort before I remember I’m supposed to shut the hell up. I have to admit that the idea of teenage O jerking off to the thought of me is doing stuff to me, my ego just grew about three sizes.
“Trust me, it’s a fantasy,” he answers while he’s still laser focused on me.
Meanwhile, Jonah spanks me. Not like this cute little slap, no, like an honest to God slap. Instead of being hurt, I feel my insides clench around his fingers. I can still feel where his hand has been, and I’m surprised to find I even like the feeling.
“Stop talking,” he commands right before he goes back in and continues what he was doing. It doesn’t take me long before I start building towards an orgasm. This would be the point where I’d want to close my eyes, focus on the sensations in my body, but instead of that I’m watching O. My eyes flit from his face to his dick and back again. He seems to be close as well.
I feel a tingle at my spine, spreading to all my extremities and I climax so hard I wouldn’t have been able to hold it back no matter how hard I’d tried. Convulsions go through my body as my legs start to shake. Jonah licks me through the last echos of my orgasm and gives it a last kiss before he gets up from his knees.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear when he leans over me, giving me a kiss with his wet lips beneath my ear.
Me? I’m not able to do anything, I just stand there and lustfully eye O as he keeps watching me. It can’t have been more than thirty seconds before he climaxes himself and white streams of cum cover his chiseled abs. Usually not something that does it for me, but damn, that’s a sight to behold.
“So uh,” O starts, his cheeks a little red, “that just happened. Well. Okay. I’m uh, going to take a shower.”
“You do that,” Jonah says with a wide smirk, and I can’t suppress a giggle as I watch O leave the room without another word. Yeah, I really guess that just happened.
It’s lasagna night. I don’t care whatever happens tonight, but lasagna night is always a good night. Dean made it with extra healthy superfoods so even Jonah will eat it. I don’t know what kind of bullshit he sold him, because it tastes just like it normally does. But it worked, and everybody is enjoying the cheesy artform of lasagna.
I’m mid-bite when Kellan’s phone rings. He picks it up in about the same time I take to scarff down another bite of food, which means I’m impressed by how quickly he does it.
“Yes, this is him.”
There’s a response on the other side of the line, but I can’t hear it.
“Yeah, coming in now.”
Louder voices at the other side of the line.
“Don’t care, coming in now. See you in half an hour.”
We all simultaneously look up at him, like those meerkats you used to see on that show on the Discovery Channel.
“They found the guys that took Meggy and they brought them in for questioning,” he says, while sliding back his chair and standing up. “Come on, we’re going.”
“What are we going to do exactly?” O asks, but he gets up anyway without waiting for the answer. All the guys are standing up.
“We’re not going to be sitting here, waiting, and doing nothing.” Kellan has been going crazy, not being able to do anything, worrying like crazy. He hasn’t been all that much fun to be around, but I think it’s good he was with us and a half anyway. It would’ve sucked donkey balls if he had to go through this alone.
I linger in my seat a little longer than the rest, longingly looking at my plate.
“Come on, up, up, let’s go!” Kellan bosses me.
“But the cops are going to question them right? There’s nothing for us to do?”
“I don’t care, I’m going.” And with those words he turns around and leaves. Dean grabs my elbow and makes me stand up.
“Look at it this way, babe. Not eating all the lasagna now will mean there’s left-over lasagna.”
I gasp. “There’s never any left-over lasagna.”
He leans in closer and whispers, “It’s even better the second day.”
