Sweet Boy

Emily was putting the final touches on Jon's post-game meal when she heard the front door slam and his backpack hit the ground with a thud. She knew that he would be unhappy due to the outcome of the game but he usually was better with leaving it at the rink. Tonight the Hawks had lost a hard fought game in overtime, but Jon hadn't managed to get on the scorecard and he had almost dropped his gloves twice.

She leaned her hip against the countertop, crossing her arms to wait for him to come to the kitchen. After waiting a few minutes and no sign of Jon, she pushed off the counter and went to seek him out. Turning the corner into their main hallway, she froze to take in the sight of Jon on his knees. His head was tilted forward, chin tucked against his chest. She watched as his fists clenched and released where they rested on his thighs.

Speaking softly she tried to rouse him, "Jon? Are you okay?" Jon simply shook his head in the negative before taking a huge, shaky breath. Crossing the distance, Emily eased her way next to him before reaching out a hand to gently run through his hair. Using a trick he employed on her frequently, she dropped her hand to the base of his neck and squeezed. The shudder that wracked his body almost felt like a sob.

Forcing bravado into her voice she spoke louder this time. "That's enough Jonny. Talk, now." Finally looking up, he made reluctant eye contact before trying to voice his needs.
"I need to let go, Emily. I am sick of being the one that has to make all the decisions, call all the plays. Just to have everything go to shit over and over again. I need you to help me babe. Please."

At the end of his rant, Jon turned towards Emily and gently clutched her thighs. The look in his eyes made her want to do anything in her power to help. They had discussed this before but Jon had never acted on those conversations. Talks of her taking over for the duration and treating him like his opinions and thoughts didn't matter. Using him is how he always put it.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she pulled him into a tight hug before sitting back on her heels. "You need to tell me how to help you sweetheart. I will do whatever you need from me, you know that. But I'm not going to guess here, you have to tell me exactly what you want."

When he met her eyes again, he had the determined look in his that first drew Emily to him. When he spoke now, his voice was clear and controlled. "I need you to take over tonight. From now until I fall asleep, I don't want to make one damn decision, not one fucking choice. But I need to do something right, I've failed too much tonight already. I've said it before but I swear I mean it when I say I want you to use me. Use me to make you feel good because I know that is one thing I don't get wrong."

Emily pressed a soft kiss to his lips before nodding her head with finality. "Okay Jon, I will do this for you. And then tomorrow we are going to talk about all of this because I don't know if this is something I can give you all the time. I promise to try though and I will do my best to be everything you need."

She knew she made the right decision when she saw the rest of his tension melt away and a smile finally make an appearance. Standing up, she held out her hand for him and encouraged him up off the floor. With more confidence then she knew she had, Emily pointed towards the kitchen and dolled out her first instructions. "Go eat your dinner and then come to the bedroom. No more than fifteen minutes."

Turning on her heel, Emily marched away from Jon and didn't take a breath until she was safely inside their room. Shaking the nervous energy from her arms, she started talking to herself which normally helped her whenever doing something that made her anxious. "Alright Emily, you can do this. It's just you and Jon. Just think about everything he does that makes you feel good and just do that. And you get to be in charge, anything you want goes."

Still mumbling to herself and thinking through all the ways she could use Jon to her benefit, Emily walked into their closet and pulled the day's clothes off. Leaving just a tank top and panties on, she climbed up on their bed and settled in to wait for Jon to finish his dinner. She couldn't shut off her brain and thoughts of how she wanted tonight to play out came unhindered. All the ways she could get off while focusing only on her pleasure. Pushing a hand down the length of her body, Emily slipped it underneath her panties and gasped at that first touch. Losing herself in gentle strokes, she didn't notice Jon enter their room until his stiffled groan broke the silence.

Deciding to continue with simple instructions, Emily commanded him to strip. Watching him undress never failed to turn her on and she knew tonight would be no exception. After shrugging off his suit jacket, she dutifully watched as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt before releasing the cuffs. Both that and his undershirt added to the pile of clothes at his feet but she couldn't care less at that moment. Now that the tanned expanse of his chest and arms were exposed, Emily was taking the time to let her eyes catalog each muscle in turn. Her gaze roamed across his strong neck, shoulders and biceps before daring to take in the flexed pectorals and rock hard abs. Knowing that he had paused to allow her to ogle made her smile wide and the praise left her lips unwittingly, "thats a good boy Jon. Showing off for me."

A flash of pure lust crossed his face before he schooled himself once more. But Emily had seen and she giggled to herself because she finally was starting to understand just how fun tonight was going to be for her. Pointing now at his pants, she snapped her fingers and made a go on motion with her hand. Jon quickly had his belt undone and was pushing his pants to the floor. Again he let her gaze wander before moving forward, this time allowing her to take in his powerful legs in their glory. The boxer briefs he was wearing looked to be a size too small with how his thighs were testing their tensile strength.

Getting to her feet slowly, Emily crossed the few feet separating them just to get her hands on his tanned skin. Running her palms up the length of his chest she settled one on the back of his neck and tugged gently to get him to meet her eyes. Still testing the waters she spoke softly again, "do you like being a good boy Jon? Are you gonna do whatever I tell you to do? Follow each instruction?"

The full body shudder was answer enough but she waited to hear his words as well. She needed confirmation that she was slowly getting on the right track. Jon finally spoke, a slight hiccup to his words. "Yes, I like being a good boy. I will do everything and anything you ask of me., I promise. I need this Emily." Trailing her hands back down his chest, she slipped them around to his back before allowing herself the pleasure of feeling his ass. She knew he hated when she paid extra attention to his backside but sometimes she couldn't help it. Hockey had honed his body in the best of ways and she loved how the extra muscle packed on his frame.

Squeezing just hard enough to get a reaction out of him, she laughed gently as he struggled to stay in place. Hoping to distract him, Emily snuck one hand forward to palm his erection. Watching his eyes flutter from the light pressure she was allowing made her bite the tender plush of her bottom lip. As his hips gave a seemingly involuntary push against her hand, she quickly snapped her other hand as hard as she dared against the meat of his ass. One of the loudest groans she had heard from him filled the otherwise quiet room and caused a rush of arousal through her limbs.

Quickly grabbing his chin and forcing his attention back on her, Emily grated out quickly, "you will listen to every instruction without hesitation. You will keep your hands off both my body and yours unless I tell you otherwise." She waited for him to nod in understanding before continuing, "but most importantly, you will not come until I give you permission. Tell me if you understand, and use your words this time."

Jon was repeating his understanding over and over again, out loud, before she finished the sentence. Smiling as wide as possible, Emily whispered out her praise again before backing up and sitting at the edge of their bed. Tucking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, she slowly pushed them down her legs before flicking them across the room with her foot. Pointing to the ground in front of her, Jon dropped to his knees and shuffled quickly between her spread thighs. Shifting to where she was precariously balanced at the edge of the bed, she anchored her hand against the back of Jon's neck once more and tugged him forward.

Emily groaned out her pleasure as Jon's eager tongue met her wet flesh. Her head lolling backwards as he swiped rough strokes up the length of her pussy, burying his face into her folds, seeking out her arousal. Unable, or possibly unwilling, to temper her growing lust, Emily allowed her hips to buck and twist with his movements. Chasing his tongue to get it to roll in just the right way, over just the right spot. Her hand tightened around the back of his neck once more, her nails digging in harshly. Jon growled against her at the bite of pain, the vibrations shaking Emily deeper within her core.

Finding her voice once again, Emily spoke aloud directions she had never let herself before. "My clit, Jon. Focus and make me come. I want to come all over that pretty face." She watched as his eyes flashed dangerously up to hers before he slowly and deliberately ran his tongue up from her dripping entrance to her clit, before pursing his lips around the bud in a harsh suckle. She carefully dug her nails into the back of his neck in a silent warning, growing impatient with his borderline teasing. Again he growled from the pain and retaliated by dragging his chin gently against her clit, the roughness of his stubble sending a thrill through her limbs.

Gripping his hair, Emily pulled him back and forced his eyes to hers before speaking, "I thought you wanted to be a good boy, Jon, not a tease. If you keep teasing me then this will be all you get for the night. And you will have to sit and watch while I get my toys out and take care of myself. Is that what you want?" She had to stiffle a chuckle with how vehemently he started shaking his head no. " No, please don't do that. I promise I won't tease any longer. I just got caught in my head but I will be a good boy now. Please. "

In place of answering, Emily simply guided him back in between her thighs. His enthusiasm now sent a shiver of desire racing up her spine. Jon's tongue was relentless against her clit, rolling back and forth before using the tip to flutter little kitten licks across its sensitive surface. Emily abandoned her hand in his hair to push her palms up her quivering stomach before cupping her breasts tightly. She felt her orgasm simmering under the surface of her skin, aching to be released. With a shaky voice she begged for the one thing she knew would tip her over the edge. "Please Jon, your teeth. I need to come so badly."

Knowing exactly what she needed, Jon made one more rough pass with his tongue and then gently scraped his teeth across her clit. That dangerous edge of pain had always worked for Emily and now was no different. Her body froze as the orgasm rushed hot through her limbs before centering in her core. Gripping the comforter tightly as her hips bucked and writhed through the waves of pleasure rolling hot through her body.

Jon gently pressed kisses up and down her quivering thighs, patiently waiting for Emily to come back to herself. When the sensations grew too much, she stroked a hand through his hair once more before tugging him gently upwards. Meeting him halfway in a fiery kiss, she licked her own taste from his mouth, groaning as it exploded across her taste buds. Pulling back to rest her forehead against his, she made sure to make her satisfaction known. "Fuck Jon, now that was one way to be a very good boy."

His languid smile and blush told her that she was right in expressing herself. Feeling the need to check in with him before moving on, she quickly met his eyes and whispered, "do you want to keep going? Or was that enough tonight? I don't mind if you want to take over now."
She was proud in an odd sense when he didn't immediately answer her and he seemed to be thinking it over. She heard him swallow harshly before he finally answered, "I would like to keep going, please. I know you well enough to know you aren't fully satisfied yet and I need this to play out until you are." Then in the most unsure voice he added, " only if that is okay with you though. I don't want to push you into this. "

Pressing a reassuring kiss to his mouth, Emily agreed that she would like to continue. She carefully scooted back on the bed until she could get her knees under herself and then told Jon to join her. With him fully laid out beside her she got to appreciate his body once more. Lifting up, she swung a leg over one of his to center herself astride his obscene thigh. Looking up Emily handed out her next instructions, "hands up on the headboard Jon. And don't you dare let go until I give you the okay. I'm gonna take what I want from you now."

She watched on as he slowly followed her command, gripping onto the slats of their headboard tightly. Dropping her hips slightly, Emily slowly rolled her center along his hard thigh, her still sensitive flesh brushing roughly across skin and muscle. Finding a rhythm that worked for her, she continued to ride his thigh, groaning out into the room when Jon flexed the muscle underneath her. She reached down and pulled her tank top off, allowing Jon the extra visual of her now naked body. Her hands made their way across his chest, the feel of each hard muscle pushing her arousal higher and higher.

Closing her eyes against the flood of sensation, Emily found herself talking aloud almost unwittingly. "Fuck Jon, do you know that I've always wanted to do this? Just ride your thigh until I came on your skin. Completely selfish of me, huh?" Sensing that the questions were rhetorical, all Emily heard from Jon were pants and punched out groans. She continued on, moans sparsed in along with her words. "That's a good boy, Jon. Just lay there quiet for me while I use your body for my own pleasure. And maybe I'll consider letting you in on the fun soon enough."

Just a few more passes of her hips at the right angle, had Emily doing just as she had fantasized. Coming over Jon's thigh, her slickness aiding in the push and pull of her skin across his. But this orgasm left her aching for even more instead of momentarily sated as the first had done. With shaky hands and thighs, Emily worked as quickly as possible to pull Jon's briefs down until they were bunched around his thighs. Spreading her thighs across his wide hips, she centered herself over him.

Pausing briefly, she lightly ran her palm up his rock hard cock, using her thumb to tease his foreskin back gently before spreading the moisture around the angry, red head. She smiled up at Jon as she saw and felt all his muscles lock into place before whispering out another 'good boy.' With a hand anchored around him, Emily raised up onto her knees and shuffled forward until his blood hot flesh met hers.

With slow strokes across her cunt, she coated his cock in her arousal. A glance up at Jon allowed her to take in his tightly clenched eyes and mouth panting out breaths as he forced himself steady. She allowed one more pass along her flesh before she dropped down heavily around his cock. Emily's breath left her all at once as her body worked to quickly accommodate the overwhelming invasion. But she loved the stretch and burn that now felt like home to her. The edge of pain always ramped her body up and Jon was usually too careful to allow it.

With her breath and body back under her control, Emily slowly started rocking her hips back and forth, keeping Jon deep inside of her. Drifting her hands back up his chest, she carefully dug her fingers into the strong muscles across his ribs. Angling her hips so that her clit brushed hard across his skin over and over, Emily kept grinding back and forth until another orgasm was on the precipice, her skin starting to tingle with sensation. In a choppy voice she made sure Jon knew it wasn't quite his turn yet. "Don't you dare come yet, Jon. I'm not quite ready to be done with my toy." The desperate whine he allowed to escape made her laugh just as she came hard around his cock.

Releasing her death grip revealed twin sets of harsh fingernail indentations in his otherwise smooth skin. Keeping her hips steady until Jon opened his eyes and blinked up at her allowed enough time for her arousal to settle into a pleasant hum in her stomach. "Are you ready to come now Jon? You still have to wait until I give permission but I promise relief soon. Sound good my sweet boy?" With a look of pure relief Jon nodded his head vigorously before finding his voice. "Yes, please Em. I need to come so badly. I don't know how much longer I can hold on."

Leaning down to exchange a brief kiss, Emily planted her hands on either side of his head before lifting her hips up slowly. Stopping before he could slip from within her, she kissed Jon harshly before dropping her hips quickly, burying himself deep inside of her once more. She continued the slow up, quick down motions until her thighs were shaking anew. Needing the pleasure of feeling Jon come deep within her, Emily buried her face in the junction of his neck and shoulder before groaning out, "now Jon."

With a growl that caused a full body shudder to roll through Emily, Jon met her next downward thrust and came while fully seated within her silken walls. The sudden rush of heat seized her into the strongest orgasm of the night, causing her to bite down on Jon's shoulder as her muscles locked and her mind floated.

Moments later she came to with Jon softly running his hands up and down her back while whispering 'thank you' over and over quietly in her ear. Sensing her languid sate, he gently lifted her and placed her against his side. After pulling his boxer briefs back up in place, Jon pulled her into him and drifted with his face buried in her hair.

The next morning, Jon found her gazing out the floor-to-ceiling windows in their living room. She was cradling her morning cup of tea, wearing her favorite, worn Blackhawks t-shirt emblazoned with his own name and number. Careful not to startle her, he gently slid his arm around her shoulders from behind and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Morning sweetheart. Thank you for last night, I feel worlds better now." Emily simply hummed in agreement before snuggling back into his warmth, content with the knowledge that she could not only help celebrate his wins but pull him up from his losses.

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