Chapter 15: Night Moves

*Knock knock*
Urgh what time is it? Who the hell is that?
'Can i come in?'
Oh my god...it's her....
'erm sure come on in.'
The door opened slowly and there she stood in the T shirt and shorts he loaned her.
'I was all lonely by myself'
Okay this feels like a come on to me....
'Fancy keeping me company?' she said closing the door behind her.
Where was she hiding this sultry side?
'S....sure....erm, here you take the bed if you want...'
He started to get up from the bed.
'Come now Jon we both know what i'm here for.....'
She replied. Moving towards him, inches away, she placed her hand on his chest.
'And it's not to tell ghost stories and sleep tops to tails. Well, maybe later' she smirked.
She pushed firmly on his chest, forcing him to sit down.
'Shorty...I didn't think we were going to...'
He tried to stop her, but his hands just wouldn't do what his brain was telling them to do.
'Shhh' she whispered as she pressed her finger to his lip.
She began to trace her finger down his chin, across his neck. Setting his nerve endings on fire. Onwards her wayward finger went, down his smooth chest...until she stopped centimetres above where he needed her.
She backed away just slightly from him and her hands reached for the bottom of the oversized shirt. Pulling it up and over her taut white stomach...ever so slowly...tortuously slow...until she finally pulled it up over her head.
Damn.
He reached for her then placing a hand on each side of her waist.
God she's beautiful, clothes do not do her justice.
With that thought he pulled her close to him between his thighs. Close, but not close enough.
His hands moved lower, caressing her sides until he reached the waistband of the shorts and he brought those down too. Until she stood before him totally naked.
He couldn't stand it anymore, all the anticipation, all the electricty....it was pent up inside of him and he needed release. He put his hands on her waist once more and pulled her down onto the bed, rolling over with her so he lay ontop of her.
'God i've needed this...you....since i saw you.' he said almost panting.
Leaning down with one hand on the bed by her head supporting him he kissed her fully on the lips, while his other hand was busy trying to pull down his sweatpants.

'Hey man what can i say i guess you haven't lost the old mojo after all!

What the? 'Fuck Richie what the hell are you doing in here?'
Richie stood by the side of his bed arms crossed looking at them.
She reached up to pull his head to focus on her again...
'Jon i can't wait anymore i need...'
*BRIIIINNNG BRIIIINNNG*

Jon sat bolt upright.
'Richie get out she needs....' Jon wiped the sleep from his eyes. 'Well shit.'
That was one hell of a dream...
*BRIIIINNNG BRIIIINNNG*
'Ahh fuck off'
He didn't want a phone call now, with his mind full of....'impure thoughts', covered in sweat and a bad case of morning glory. He decided to let it go through to the message system as he wandered into the bathroom.
God i need an ice cold shower or something.