The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy’s POV*

When we got home, Gwyn set a bunch of alarms.“That should give more than enough time to pack and get dressed in the morning.”I felt kind of deflated.I definitely got the message- no sexy time, I had fucked up.At least I’d get a little more time to cuddle in a nice, big, normal bed.I couldn’t remember if we had any hotel breaks in the next two weeks, but I thought I remembered some.Gwyn turned all but one little light off and took all of her clothes off, crawling slowly under the covers.And thus, the battle for that smooth, curvy, pale ass was lost.Until next time, I thought.

“Fuck…”I grumbled to myself.I pulled off my shirt, boots, shoes, socks, and pants, but left my drawers on, to try and stave off temptation if Gwyn wanted to be left alone.I slid under the covers, and went to snuggle up to Gwyn, but suddenly she was on me like a bitch in heat!

She shoved me on my back and tore my underwear off, then leapt on my lap and kissed me furiously.I could feel her wet sex, bare, right against my cock, grinding on top of it.Oh, god!“I thought-“

“-you thought incorrectly, Andy.”Gwyn bent down and bit me on my neck, rubbing her slick little pussy over my dick, making me groan.I’m not sure if I’ve ever gotten hard that fast in my life.I grabbed her hair and tried to pull her off me, but she only bit harder, making my cock throb with the pressure of my desire.Her tits were rubbing against my chest, and I grabbed one and squeezed, twisting a little, andgave her plump ass a good slap with the other hand, making her jump and sit up.

“Hurry, get a rubber, Doc.”I grinned at her, pinching one of her nipples a bit.She grinned back at me evilly and gyrated more over my cock, biting her lip.“Ugh, you’re terrible!Stop that!”I grabbed Gwyn by the hips and held her still.“Babe, if you don’t stop that, I will stick my cock in you right now without a raincoat.And that would be bad, because we haven’t talked about it, and I haven’t talked to Jules about that sort of thing either, ok?”

Gwyn leaned down and kissed me lightly.“I’m sorry, Andy.”She looked ashamed, I felt bad, I hadn’t meant to come off like that.But seriously, she was pushing the limits of my self-control.

“Don’t be sorry,” I gently kneaded her left breast in my hand, rubbing my thumb over her nipple, “be helpful- go get us a condom, beautiful!”I waggled my eyebrows at her and bit my lip, and Gwyn laughed before moving off of me to grab one.I watched her tear the foil and put a little lube on the inside as well before pinching the tip and rolling it over me.Hmm… different.

Gwyn hovered on top of me, her nipples just trailing against my chest, on all fours.“What are you in the mood for, Hot-shot?”Frankly, there was no way I was going to admit to wanting anal, and I had enjoyed sex with Gwyn essentially in all its forms thus far.So I just propped myself up on my elbows and kissed her.Which I guess was somehow a totally transparent move, because when I paused to look in her eyes, with their weird color that so fascinated me (albeit the lighting was low so right then, they just looked gray), and have a moment of emotional closeness, Gwyn started chuckling.

“You’re so cute.”She kissed me again, harder, but only briefly, and it left me a little breathless and smiling.“You’re lucky you’re such a sexy bastard, Andy.I’ll give you a hint.I will be a lot more relaxed for anal if we have some other kind of sex for a while first.But the issue there is that you have a fucking monster cock, and you have to be able to reign it in and slow the fuck down if you are intending to stick that thing in my bum.Like, seriously, it could take a while, Andy, I’ll have to find something to warm up with.Can you handle that?”

I could handle anything for that.I could slay the hydra, end global warming, catch light in a box, prove or disprove the existence of god, carry water in a sieve, find the cure for cancer, spin an entire room of hay into gold, bring world peace, shit- I could lick my fucking elbow if needed.“Yes.I can…I can handle that.Ride me.”I shifted and used an hand to steady my dick, now solid as a rock, as Gwyn blushed and lowered herself onto me with a small moan.Fuck, she was a tight fit!

Gwyn leaned forward, pushing me down, fully onto my back, and did that crazy thing as she rode me.I don’t know if she curls her spine differently, or squeezes something, but it’s incredible!She didn’t just bounce up and down, it was like I could feel her snug little pussy curving around, embracing every inch of me to the hilt as she worked my cock between her legs.

I loved the sight of Gwyn, face contorted with pleasure as she tried to concentrate on what she was doing, her ample breasts heaving and jiggling, her hips shaking.I took those ripe tits in hand and squeezed.Gwyn’s pace increased, she started to slam into me, the sound of her thighs slapping against my hips spurning us on.I could feel her starting to constrict and she began to moan my name- she was going to cum any second, thank goodness I wasn’t even close or it would set me off, it was hot.Mmmm, I should tell her so.“Nngh…I love how you fuck me…mmph…You’re so fucking hot, Doc- oooph!”

Gwyn came so hard, arching her back, howling my name, breathing heavily, I was a little afraid my cock was damaged by the rhythmic compressions.It felt good, but it was also uncomfortable too, and I was a little relieved when Gwyn slumped forward and rolled off of me, onto the bed.I snuggled up to her, catching my leg around hers, careful not to poke her with my boner.

I curled Gwyn’s wild black hair behind her ear so I could see her face.Even in the dim light I could see her cheeks were flushed rosy pink, her plump lips parted as she panted lightly with her eyes closed.I felt…Um, I definitely felt as though anal could wait, if she needed to sleep.I didn’t mind if it never happened, actually.Other things were more important.I reached for the blanket and covered her with it as quietly as I could and reached to turn out the light, smiling to myself, happy.

Notes

thank you all for the kind words. my heart goes out to anyone who has lost a loved one of any kind. losing two in one day was really hard, but it was nice to see that people cared. *cough*

anyways- it's unlikely, but if anyone reading this will be at the Ghost show (Swedish satanic/black/metal/whatever band) at the Roseland on october 21st in portland, oregon, perhaps i will see you there? if you spot me, feel free to say 'hi!' normally, i'd want you to sing me a song, but i might have a co-worker at that show (i have a co-worker into death/black metal), so if you see me giving frantic hand signals or running away, it's not you, it means i can't discuss fanfiction right then, because that person does not need to know i'm involved with it, because i need my job and to keep my veterinary license. dig? so, perhaps, instead of coming up to me and saying 'are you anathema, bvb fanfiction writer?' if i'm with a group of people (unlikely, but not impossible- if you do that, i will be PISSED), wait until i'm alone, and come up and ask me if i'm a bvb fan. sounds good? if you take my picture, start running. i am friendly, but i don't tolerate bullshit disrespect of the most basic sort. if you want to take pictures of someone, take pictures of papa emeritus III and the nameless ghouls. far more awesome.

but dudes, no co-workers will be at aftershock. so if you spot me there, you'd best sing me at least a few lines from a song, or i'm not telling you any spoilers, or even owning up to who i am. heh. of course, blood stained valentine will impress me the most. and for the record, i have yet to have anyone have the balls yet. i get followed around and stared at, but no one has the cojones. who shall be the first to grow a pair? shall it be you? o.O