Boy, 21: Love and Lust-Chapter 44: A little quickie- Pt 2 (18+)

In Joren’s Room...

"How about a little quickie?" Lana whispered, the words thick with desire.

"Sounds good to me," Joren answered, his hands already moving to cup her ass.

A lustful grin spread across her face and she unzipped his shorts, freeing his member.

She didn’t give him time to adjust before lowering herself onto him, her inner walls clenching around his cock as she sank down inch by delicious inch.

A shudder ran through her entire body, her hands bracing against his chest as she let out a soft, shuddering moan.

"Oh God," she breathed, her fingers curling into the fabric of Joren’s shirt. Her head tilted back slightly as she adjusted to the stretch.

Then she moved.

Slowly at first, rolling her hips in shallow circles, savoring the friction, the way he fit inside her. Her body trembled as she lifted herself up, and then sank back down, each movement drawing a soft gasp from the both of them.

Joren watched Lana’s body bounce above him, her breasts jiggling with every roll of her hips.

Her skin flushed deeper as she rocked against him, her inner walls fluttering around his shaft in ways that made his breath catch.

"You’re so tight," He groaned.

Every movement sent sharp jolts of pleasure through his body. He tightened his grip on her ass, his fingers digging into soft flesh as she grinded down on him. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

His tight grip made her back arch, pushing her breasts forward, the rosy peaks of her nipples begging for his attention.

He leaned forward to take one in his mouth, his teeth scraping gently over the sensitive bud.

"Haah!!"

A sharp gasp escaped her as she felt his mouth close around her tits, her back arching instinctively.

"Joren!.."

She panted, her throat dry. Her hands moved to grip his hair, holding him in place as he ravaged her.

Her hands remained on his head, gripping his hair firmly as she found her rhythm. Her blue eyes half-lidded with desire watched his face, studying his reaction.

"Joren," she murmured, her voice thick with need. Her fingers curled against his hair as she lifted herself higher, then dropped down in one smooth motion, taking him fully inside her. Sharp cries escaped her as she bottomed out, her body jerking with the intensity of it.

"You—" She stopped, her body shaking as a full-body shudder ran through her. Her thighs trembled against his, her inner muscles clenching around his rod as she orgasmed.

"Hhnnggh!!!" she moaned, her voice shaking with the effort of keeping still.

Joren’s hands continued their work, guiding her up and down his shaft as she rode out her climax.

As she came down from her high, he didn’t give her time to recover and flipped her on all fours, positioning himself behind her.

Lana’s eyes widened in surprise as he flipped her, her eyes meeting his from behind.

"Wait, Joren. I’m still sor—"

Her words were cut short as he thrusted fully inside her, a choked cry escaping her lips. Her fingers scrambled against the sheets, nails digging into the fabric as her body accepted him easily.

Her inner walls clenched around him in rhythmic pulses, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. For a moment, she could only stare at the mattress below, wide-eyed, her mouth slightly parted.

"Ahh..." she breathed, the sound raw and shaky. Her thighs trembled, her heels digging into the mattress as she fought the urge to grind against him.

Joren began moving, his hips twitching involuntarily as Lana’s body gripped him impossibly tight, her inner walls fluttering around his cock in steady pulses that made his breath catch.

Her head tilted forward, her golden hair forming a curtain around her. Sweat glistened on her flushed skin, her blue eyes dark with lust.

"Ahhnn.." she breathed, her words thick with need as she tilted her hips back to meet his powerful thrusts.

Joren’s movements grew more frantic now, his hips snapping forward and back in quick, deep thrusts that made Lana tremble. Sweat beads formed along his hairline, his breathing growing ragged with every thrust.

A strangled cry escaped her, her body jerking as he set a punishing pace. Her fingers fisted against the matress, her nails digging in as she grinded down harder.

"Joren," she gasped, her voice breaking on his name.

Her inner muscles clenched around him, squeezing so tight it was almost painful.

"I love feeling you," she breathed, her words shaky. "Feeling every inch of you inside me."

Her voice grew ragged as she continued rolling her hips to meet his thrusts. Each movement pressed her clit against him, drawing out sharp little whimpers from her.

"I’m close," Joren groaned, as if savoring the realization. His hips begin moving faster, small, sharp thrusts designed to maximize friction. The wet sounds of their movements fill the air, mingling with Lana’s ragged breathing.

"I want to feel it," she whispered, tipping her head back to steal a glance at him. "I want to feel you cum inside me."

A guttural groan tore from Joren’s throat as his orgasm hit him, his cock pulsing deep inside Lana’s tight heat.

Her body responded immediately, her inner muscles clamping down around him with a force that made stars burst behind his eyelids.

She threw her head back with a cry, her entire body shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over her. Her fingernails dug into the sheets as she rode through her second climax, her hips still moving in desperate little circles even as her body spasms.

"Yes," she gasped, her voice raw with pleasure. "Joren, yes—"

He could feel her walls pulse around him in rhythmic contractions, milking him dry. Her hair clung to her sweat-slicked skin, her breasts rising and falling rapidly as her breathing slowed.

"That’s—" she gasped, the words catching as another spasm wracks her body. "So much. I can feel it all."

Her thighs trembled, her entire body quivering as she continued moving through the aftershocks.

A soft whimper escapes her as Joren pulled out, her inner muscles giving an involuntary squeeze. His cum leaked from her folds, slicking her thighs.

She noticed and bit her lips, watching his seed drip down.

Joren zipped his shorts and ran a hand through his hair. "We should..."

A pause, then.

"...get ourselves cleaned up."

But Lana didn’t respond. She slumped forward, collapsing onto the bed, spent. Her limbs sprawled, her voice barely a whisper — muttering something unintelligible.

Joren leaned in. "Lana?"

"Mmhmm?" she replied, dazed and distant.

"Don’t you want to go for the date?"

She raised one hand weakly, waving it in a tired, dismissive arc. "Later..." she mumbled, before her hand dropped like.

Joren sighed. "Okay. If you say so."

A moment passed. The room was quiet now, save for the hum of the air conditioning.

He glanced at her again. "Aren’t you gonna wear clothes?"

No reply.

He leaned closer, eyes narrowing. "Lana?"

She didn’t move.

He exhaled. "She’s already asleep."

After a while, he climbed into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her gently. Her skin was warm against his. Within moments, his eyes closed too — and sleep took them both.