A late night snack.

Chapter 5 – Lake House Vacation (continued)

Jason’s eyes flew open in the dark of his room, and he immediately groaned. He was hard enough that it hurt, and he quickly threw off his covers, sitting up in the bed as he breathed deeply, and willed himself to soften.

Chloe was fast asleep as near as he could tell as she was little more than a dark shape on her bed, poorly illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the curtains. “You awake?” He whispered, but there was no response.

Jason stepped into his shoes, and got to his feet, padding to the door and out into the hall, even darker than the bedroom. He felt his way to the stairs and down to the living room, where the large windows let in a bit more light, though he also noticed a warm yellow glow from a light in the kitchen.

Someone else was awake.

“Hey.” He said as he turned the corner into the kitchen, so as not to startle whoever was there.

“Jason, holy fuck!” Heather gasped. So much for not startling her.

“Sorry, I was trying not to scare you.” He said sheepishly, noting that she was standing next to the open refrigerator door. “You get up for a midnight snack?”

Heather glanced at the fridge, then back at Jason as she closed the door. “Just a bit antsy, actually. Not sure what I want. I had a dream about you.”

Jason blinked, trying not to smile too broadly, as he knew exactly what sort of dream she’d been having, “About me? Something good I hope.”

The blonde rolled her eyes, “Not that kind of dream. Well, not the way you’re thinking.”

“How do you know what I’m thinking?”

“Please! I know where your mind goes when…”

“Let me guess, Alex was involved?”

Heather gaped at him, “How the fuck?”

He shrugged, “I know you’ve been thinking about her, probably overthinking everything regarding the changes in your relationship, and if you assume I would think you had an arousing dream, but not directly involving me, then she’s the next person your dreaming mind would likely go to.”

For once, the cheerleader had no witty comeback, no insult for him. She shook her head as she moved to the cupboard, and studied the cups and glasses within.

“You don’t have to tell me any details if you don’t want to.” He said as he moved a little closer, hovering next to a chair at the kitchen counter.

“You’re pretty big, aren’t you?” Heather asked, not looking at Jason.

“Um, six foot eight. I’m like, gigantic by most counts.”

“I meant your dick, Dick-Head.” She said, turning and glancing at him over her shoulder, her eyes flitting down, then back up to his face.

“So it wasn’t just Alex in your dream?” He asked, raising one eyebrow.

“Don’t be a cunt!” Heather growled. “I saw it soft. It looked kinda big. But in my dream…” She trailed off.

“Want to see it for real?” He asked, uncertain where she was going with this.

Once again she glanced down at his crotch, this time letting her eyes linger.

“Yes.” She said simply.

“Okay.” He unfastened his pajama pants, and pushed them down along with his boxers, exposing his limp cock to the cold air.

“Huh.” Heather’s brows drew together.

“It’s cold, alright?” Jason feigned offense. “Did you expect me to be hard?”

Heather met his gaze, then looked back down, “Not sure what shit I expected.” She admitted, “Brain’s not fully booted yet.” She started forward, “Guess I’ll have to help you out.”

“You don’t have…”

“Shut up and let me do something sexy for you, Dick-… for your dick.” She said in a sultry tone. “Consider this payback for staying soft when I pantsed you yesterday. Shit was fucking embarrassing.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Heather knelt gracefully, and wrapped a hand around his cock. He wanted to see what she would do, so kept himself soft a little longer as she tugged lightly at his flesh. “Come on, you little fucker.” She whispered while glancing up at him. “Isn’t this nice?”

“It’s nice, yes. But…”

“I know; your fucking self-control. Can’t you meet me halfway here?”

“Your hand is nicer than my hand, at least.” He assured her.

“For the love of fuck.” She growled, releasing him long enough to pull her flannel pajama top and camisole underneath it up and off, exposing her gorgeous breasts.

Jason finally allowed his cock to twitch, and begin hardening.

“So you’re a boob guy, huh?” She smirked, and before Jason could respond, she shifted forward, and engulfed most of his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

“Holy shit, Heather.” He groaned, his hands reflexively going to her head as he began hardening rapidly against her tongue swirling just under the head of his cock where the skin was smooth and unusually sensitive.

“Mmrrr.” She vocalized, bobbing her head up and down about an inch at a time. Finally, she released him, pulling back with an audible pop, smacking her lips. “Holy balls.” She said, her eyes wide as she took in the size of his arousal. And he wasn’t even fully hard yet.

“Hope you weren’t planning on leaving it at that.”

“What kind of bitch do you take me for?” She looked up at him, “Don’t you fucking answer that.”

Jason held his hands up placatingly, and she took him back into her mouth, pressing the head against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. He couldn’t help rocking his hips, and she immediately pulled off, “Let me work, asshole.”

“Sorry, I’m just…”

“Why don’t you sit down?” She added, and Jason nodded, pulling out the chair he’d been leaning against, and sitting on it. Heather followed him and once more his cock was in her mouth.

“Shit.” He murmured, stroking her hair as she took him almost to the back of her throat, her tongue wriggling against the underside of his shaft. “Heather, I…”

“Go ahead and let it out, I’ll swallow.” She murmured between slurping aggressively along his cock.

“Heather, hold on.”

“Just cum.”

“Heather!”

She paused, still holding his shaft with one hand as she looked up at him. When he didn’t say anything more right away, she asked, “What?”

Panting, and catching his breath, he brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You’re moving too fast. I don’t just want to cum in your mouth. I want to savor the moment a bit. Don’t you?”

She frowned, “What, you want me to blow you slower?”

“I want…” Jason took a deep breath. “Kiss me, Heather.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” He asked.

“Why don’t you want to fucking cum in my mouth? Why are you so fucking stoic?” She growled.

“Hey, ow, ease up!” He shifted back, grabbing her hands to still them as she squeezed. “Jeeze, what’s…”

She let go, and fell back, sitting on the floor a couple feet away. “I’m sorry, I don’t… I’m not good at this shit.”

“Not good at what?” He asked a bit more calmly now that his manhood was out of immediate danger.

“This!” She gestured between them. “You’re supposed to… How are you still…?”

“Heather.” Jason said seriously, shifting forward and extending a hand towards his sister’s best friend.

“Dick-Head?” She raised an eyebrow, and took his hand, allowing him to pull her up off the floor, and onto his lap.

“Don’t define your sexiness by how quickly you can get a guy hard or make him cum.” He whispered as he enveloped her in a warm embrace. “You’re honestly the hottest girl I’ve ever met, and just because I can hold myself back doesn’t change that, okay?”

She whimpered softly, nuzzling into his shoulder as his hands smoothed up and down her bare back. “You’re still hard.” She murmured.

“I’ve got a half-naked goddess in my arms. Why wouldn’t I be?”

She chuckled, and slipped her hand between them to grasp him lightly once more, stroking up and down gently.

“Take your time.” He muttered, his breathing already increasing.

“There’s a reason they call it a quickie.”

“You were a little intense. It was right on the line of painful.”

She sighed, and he shuddered as her palm swirled over the crown of his erection. Then she leaned in, and nibbled on his earlobe, making him gasp, “I want your cum, Dick-Head.” She whispered.

“Mmm, you’re welcome to it. Just do it a little more gently.” He said, turning to capture her lips with his, while simultaneously cupping her breasts in both hands and squeezing gently.

“This is supposed to be about you.” Heather murmured when they parted briefly.

“No. I want it to be about both of us.”

“You’re a shit-head, you know that?”

“Why do you say that?” He leaned into her for another kiss, but she pulled back, still stroking his cock and making no move to remove his hands from her breasts.

“I was trying to prove I could get you off.”

“I know. But I’m not interested in you just for sex.”

“Fuck you.” Jason blinked at her response. “The implication being I am?”

“Not what I meant.”

She slid off his lap, and he reluctantly released her squishy mammaries. “I know, but that’s how it sounded.” She told him as she knelt once more, and engulfed the engorged head of his cock in her mouth, though she showed a bit less urgency this time as she flicked the tiny slit at the tip with her tongue.

“I’m just trying to show you I’m not what you always accuse me of being.” He said with a groan, his hands once more stroking her hair.

Her response was to hum around his cock. Did this qualify as mixed signals? She seemed pretty annoyed at him, but was still giving him an incredible blow job.

He met her gaze, her beautiful sexy blue-eyed gaze, and tried to think with something other than his little head, while she pressed down again, her breath hot along his shaft. Maybe what she was really annoyed with was herself.

If she saw his lack of immediate reaction as an affront to her personally, that would explain why she’d run off the previous night after pantsing him and finding him soft.

And then she’d caught him with a raging hardon for Kate.

“Fuck!” He moaned, as she pushed slowly further along his shaft, taking almost half his length past her lips. He could feel her throat opening up, her gag-reflex working, convulsing around him as her shoulders heaved, but she didn’t pull back, merely nodded when he met her gaze again.

He removed his hands from her head and gripped the chair, knowing he’d have trouble controlling himself when he came. He tried to resist, but his control perk only went so far. “I’m gonna cum, Heather!” He warned, rocking his hips forward, causing her to squeak and pull back as he erupted, sending rope after rope of his cum straight into her mouth. She withdrew until just the head was behind her lips, sealing it securely and swallowing again and again.

He lost track of how many times he spurt, and how many times she swallowed. But after squeezing the last of his cum out along his shaft, she opened her mouth to show him a pool of milky semen on her tongue, then threw her head back and swallowed. “Fuck that’s hot.” He told her, but then grabbed her arm when she reached for her tops. “Let me…”

“You don’t have to. I’ve had my snack, and that shit was pretty satisfying for me. Plus it’s getting fucking cold.”

Jason considered for a moment if he should leave it at this or press to return the favor.