JAAN
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She held onto him underneath the covers. The remote in one hand, his dick in the other, as she flipped through the channels, looking for something to watch on TV.
"Have you got any DVDs around?" she asked turning to look at him a piece of hair crossing her face, she was wearing his hoodie and had haphazardly thrown the hood up on her head pushing most of her hair onto her face. Jaan reached up and moved the hair off her face and shook his head no.
She did this often. When they were sitting on the couch, or in his bed watching a movie. Or before they drifted to sleep in her bed. She would reach out and hold his dick. It wasn't possessive, or demanding, it was almost like (Jaan laughed when he thought about it) she was holding his hand, albeit that hand was a dick. The first time she had done it, he thought she wanted sex, this was a way she initiated sex, by putting her hand in his lap. Instead she shook her head no and jerked him off, he came underneath the blanket that had been covering them and she cleaned him off with a napkin by her bedside before falling asleep. The second time she did it he tried to ignore it, but then they ended up fucking on his floor, finishing up 2 minutes before Jeopardy started (he was obsessed with it). After that, he had gotten used to the idea of her just, well, having her hand there. Now she held his dick in her hand absently, playing with it lightly, or just having her palm there, Jaan getting hard and going soft intermittently under her touch.
Jaan looked at her, "There isn't anything on TV, there is never anything on TV" she said, he starred at the side of her face intently.
Once he had asked her why she did this strange, weirdly odd thing. She immediately got shy.
"You don't like it?" They had been on a playground laying on the roundabout sometime near sunset.
He propped himself on his elbow and looked down at her face, "No I like it a lot, I just think it's weird." She reached down again and touched his limp dick, they had already fucked twice for the day.
"I just like the feel of it, I dunno," she laughed her face still skyward, Jaan watched the sunset over her, their bodies cast in a yellow red light. "Also then we are like this close," she put her thumb and her pointer finger together and raised it in the air toward his face, "We are this close, you can't move without me." It had been the spring of their Junior Year.
She squeezed him softly and stroked him, "I dunno, there is never anything on." She turned to look at him, catching his intent gaze. "What?"
He was getting hard now, and she felt it, tightening her grip and moving up and down. Jaan pushed some more hair off her face and stared into her eyes.
He loved her. He'd only said it two times before, but wasn't sure if she'd heard him or remembered. He was waiting for the right time to say it again. The moment to say the thing, he wasn't quite sure how she'd take it. But sometimes he felt so far away from her. Even when she held his dick like she did, or she spent the afternoons at his house. He could feel her purposefully, putting emotional distance between them.
"Did you finish your math homework?" he shifted his hips toward her slightly so her hand had a better position on his dick. She looked away from him, her grip on him easing slowly as she bit her bottom lip.
"Did you?" he asked again.
Jaan had been helping her with math for nearly a year. It started last spring, when he had been wandering aimlessly through the hallways and seen her in math class. He had peered in nosily through the glass in the door, and seen her on the other side of the classroom, her hand on her face, eyes glazed over staring at the board. On her lap underneath the desk he could clearly see a book that probably wasn't math. It was obvious she was struggling. He peered through the door a few moments longer, watching as the teacher handed out worksheets and she stared at hers, sticking out her tongue and biting down on it. It looked like she had tears in her eyes.
Later on that night, when he had climbed through her bedroom window, he undressed her carefully, delicately almost, which she took keen notice of.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he held her hair gingerly in his hands and peeled her t-shirt off of her body.
She wasn't use to this. They had recently gotten into some very rough sex, which included her squeezing his neck during climax and him spanking her pretty hard (after one afternoon she couldn't sit properly for days, she hated to admit that she enjoyed it more than she expected). So she wasn't used to him kissing her softly and slowly undressing her. But she was tired that day. She hated feeling stupid.
"I'm taking off your shirt" he said, and then ran his hands over her bare skin, lingering on her sides and pressing her back into his erection before he took her pants off and stood her completely naked in front of him in her room. He sat on the edge of her bed and they starred at each other through the darkness.
She let him look at her, which was one of Jaan's favorite things about her. She never hid her body from him. He kissed her stomach sliding his tongue into her belly button as he dragged his hands toward her vagina. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He dipped his mouth upward and latched onto her nipple, sucking her breast and pulling her down towards his lap. She sat on him, and Jaan held her in his arms, one arm behind her back the other rubbing her clit slowly.
"You're my baby," he said. She laughed.
"Jaan I think the baby stuff is weird" She was opening her legs to him as she said it though, her eyes closed.
"But you like it when I baby you." He kissed her lips and continued to rub at her increasingly wet clit. She didn't say anything. "You like it baby when your clit is wet." Jaan kissed her forehead and she giggled lightly.
"Please stop Jaan" She said, but she was nearly out of breath. She was opening her legs wider to his hands, letting them apply light pressure to her clit, her hips moving upwards.
He moved into her face, his breath falling over her, "You want daddy's big cock don't you?" she nodded, suddenly shy, but deciding to go with it.
"I do."
Jaan stopped touching her. "Get on the ground." He commanded. This wasn't new. It was strange the way their play escalated sometimes. From sweet, to menacing, to strange. "On all fours" Jaan commanded and she did as she was told her ass facing him. Jaan was still fully clothed but he was hard, his dick straining against his jeans. Just watching her get down on the ground and turn her ass towards him on all fours was too much. He had been in her room no more than 15 minutes and wasn't sure how long he'd last.
He pulled his dick out from his pants, slid toward her slowly. Rubbing the head of his dick on her anus and clit. In the future when Santos remembered this night she would recall the way he slapped her ass, how good it felt. She would remember how relentless he was at making sure she came. Slapping her harder and harder, rubbing her clit and telling her to cum for daddy over and over again. She would remember the way his hands felt gripping into her waist. The warmness that climbed into her body and stayed. They way he leaned over her and kissed her back, the finger that played near her ass. The way he came all over her breast, licked some off it off and kissed her. Something she found so disgusting and so incredibly hot at the same time. And the very vague memory of him whispering, "Daddy loves you," into her mouth as he did so. What she didn't remember and what Jaan so clearly did was how he woke her up the next morning at 5 am, their bodies still sticky.
"What?" she said grumpily
"Where is your math homework?"
"Huhh" she asked.
Jaan was only in his boxers but walked toward her backpack in the early morning light and looked through it. He took out a folder, "You need to do this don't you?" he said to her. She buried her face in the pillow. "Let's do it now." He sat in her bed, her totally naked, and Jaan in his boxers, and helped her with her homework. He sat, whispering, explaining concept after concept to her. She whined, cried a little bit. But after an hour, she understood a little bit more. At 6 am Jaan got dressed, she watched him, still naked underneath the sheets, falling back asleep.
"I'll come back tonight, or we can do it again in the morning." He said buttoning up his pants. She yawned at him and nodded her head.
"Come tonight." Her eyes were closing as she sunk deeper into the bed.
"Santos you have to catch the bus in an 30 minutes wake up." Jaan shook her a bit, but after a moment let her go.
"Santos," he said.
