Christmas Party (2/2) (NSFW)

As the party's festivities continued to flow, so did the ****. The remaining heroes loosened up once the more serious leaguers left for their duties. It was nothing crazy since they were still all coworkers, but there was an infectious lightness to the air. Jonah made his way around the Watchtower’s ballroom. Between thanking leaguers for the card and taking in the fantastic views of earth Jonah often found his attention drifting back to Hawkgirl. She was in high spirits, and Jonah couldn’t help but keep his ears focused on her raucous laughter whenever it erupted. Eventually, he gathered enough courage to approach the warrior hero.

“Merry Christmas, Hawkgirl.” Jonah raised a glass.

“Merry Christmas Jonah.” Hawkgirl returned the gesture. “I mean Porter.”

Like most of the heroes at the party, Hawkgirl was wearing her costume. Helmet and wings include. Jonah took in the image of her in the colorful Christmas lighting. Her perfect olive skin shined in the red fluorescent lights. Her green low-rise pants and cropped top framed her toned midriff and v-line abs.

“I hope you’re having a good time.” Jonah said with a smile, sipping on a glass of champagne.

“The best.” Hawkgirl slammed the rest of her glass.

Despite her permanent soldier-like composure, Jonah could see the effects of the festivities affected. Her feet shifted unnecessarily while she moved. Her pillowy lips were curled in an infectious, and the way her eyelids lowered when she wished him a Merry Christmas made her break down on the spot.

“What are you smiling about?” She asked.

“Its…It's just good to see you.” Jonah admitted with his own goofy smile. “Kendra.” He added quietly.

If Kendra was blushing under the helmet, he couldn’t tell. She eyed him carefully in his new Costume.

“I like the new threads. They suit you.” Kendra traced his arm, admiring the material. “You look good.”

Now it was Jonah’s turn to blush. “Thanks, I appreciate it. I can’t get over how friendly everybody has been to me.

“They see the good in everybody. It's what makes a hero.”

“If that’s the case, you must be the best of all.” Jonah looked down on the ground.

Kendra’s arm moved down Jonah’s exposed forearms. She grabbed the back of his hand. “You deserve it.”

“Thanks, Kendra.” Jonah smiled, avoiding her eye contact. Even imagining her green eyes piercing into his own made Jonah’s heart beat so heavy he might die. “Wanna dance? I hear the Ginger Lantern is going to take a turn as DJ.”

“The Ginger Lantern?” Kendra asked quizzically before realizing Jonah meant Guy Gardner. She gave out a big laugh. “I think he’s plenty loud without access to a speaker system.”

“I think you’re right. How about a game? Nightwi-”

“I’ve got a better idea. How about you come with me.” Kendra said in a low sultry voice. Something in her mode had shifted. She looked at Jonah like he was her prey. His heart beat even faster as he realized he wouldn’t mind being hunted by her.

Kendra grabbed Jonah’s hand and led him out of the ballroom. Her toned ass swayed as she walked unevenly. Jonah stopped by the doorway. He pointed up at a small spring of mistletoe.

“Now, are you a true believer in Christmas spirit?” Jonah teased.

Without another word, Kendra pulled Jonah in by the waist and kissed him. It was a short wet kiss with Kendra sucking on his lips as she went.

“There’s plenty more where that came from… Porter.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The extensive Watchtower held private quarters for the most powerful heroes in the Justice League roster, the minor members, and some of the crew. Hawkgirl's private quarters were no different. They were a simple suite with a bedroom, desk, and bathroom. As Kendra pushed open the door, she quickly tore off her headgear, placing it on an extra strong hanger. With a careful shake of her head, any remaining helmet hair disappeared. Her short curly brown hair fell back into place.

Jonah was eager to get a glimpse of how the woman decorated her home away from home. To gain some further insight into how she lived and therefore thought. What Jonah found was not much. A couple of historical articles on her desk, a neatly stacked pile of clothes, and a perfectly made bed with non-standard sheets.

“Some place, huh?”

“It's no five-star hotel, but we don’t need it to be, do we?” Kendra traced her finger on Jonah’s muscular chest.

“No, sir.” Jonah pulled her in to resume their kissing.

“What have I told you about calling me that?” she whispered between kisses.

“What are you going to do about it?”

“It's what you are going to do about it, big boy.” Kendra slowly unzipped Jonah’s suit, revealing his face, shoulders, chest, and stomach. Jonah’s chest tightened as he felt her warm, gentle touch course down his skin.

“There must have been something in that punch.” Jonah helped Kendra pull him out of his shirt.

“Always with the jokes.” Kendra stumbled backward. Jonah grabbed her hand so that she wouldn’t fall. “Remember, it was you who pursued me so doggedly. Maybe tonight, I don’t want to test my resolve. I see the way you look at me.” Kendra kissed Jonah’s shoulder. “Tonight, I’ll be weak.”

Jonah felt her heat, smelled her hair, and focused on the feeling of her soft lips on his skin. “I’m sorry. When I’m with you, I’m powerless.” He replied honestly.

Kendra lightly bit Jonah’s shoulder. Just enough to leave her mark on him. “Now kneel.”

Jonah did precisely as the beautiful woman said. He got on his knees and looked up at Kendra. He watched as she took off her boots and then her socks. She slowed her hands when she reached her belt buckle. She gave him a sultry smile before unbuckling her gold athletic pants. She turned away from him as she hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her pants and black underwear. Pulling down her pants, Jonah got a full view of her tanned olive ass. It was perfectly shaped; it called to him like a full moon. He wanted to get an exact palmful. Kendra moved into a slight squat as she pulled her pants down her smooth legs. With each action, Jonah studied intently as her trained thigh and calf muscles flexed and released.

Finally, after Kendra’s artful striping, she turned back to him. Jonah’s eyes carefully traced down her abs, past her hips, and under her defined pelvis to find her vagina. With a tuft of dark hair springing from above, Kendra stood in a wide stance so that her womanhood was on full display. Jonah could see that it was slightly open, with her labia minora spreading out symmetrically on the top half.

“You have a lot to answer for, mister.”

“Don’t I know it.” Jonah said wistfully.

“Are you ready to take responsibility for what you’ve done to me?” A single strand of wetness escaped her folds as spread open her pussy lips.

“As long as you are.” Jonah almost panted like a dog on his knees. He was ready to dive in.

Kendra gave a smirk before turning around. She rested her body on her bed and stuck her ass out behind her, wiggling it slightly.

Jonah didn’t need any more invitation. He dove right in. He grabbed her hips and moved them into place right in front of his face. He traced his hands around her shapely ass, feeling goosebumps trickled in reaction to his touching her hot body. Her hole winked at him as he pulled her cheeks aside. Her outer folds were slightly darker than her usual olive skin. Her folds shifted in color like a gradient until her innermost area was pale pink.

Like saying grace before Thanksgiving dinner, Jonah paused and let his **** excitement settle before he began. He needed no time to decide if this was what he wanted. He wanted Kendra, and she wanted him. She chose him of her own free will. Even if it was for a night, he was glad to indulge in her desires.

Without further fanfare, Jonah stuck his face in Kendra’s ass and ate her pussy from the back. His nose nudged against her asshole as he positioned his mouth over her hole. He quickly tongued her entrance and reached as far as he could go against her walls.

Kendra was already plenty wet when he had started, but soon, he could feel herself lubricating heavily. He relished her sweetness, feeling her honey dribble down his chin. Jonah readjusted his legs into a one-leg kneel so that he could just one arm to hold her plentiful ass cheeks out of his way and the other to tease her folds.

Jonah explored her every inch and centimeter. Imperial or metric, he measured her body with his touch and her reaction. Every quick breath, moan, and shaking body were music to his ears. He felt proud of his abilities as she danced under his touch.

Soon again, Jonah felt the limitations of his positioning. His goal was to make this beautiful woman cum as hard as possible. He stood up, which prompted a confused moan from Kendra. Jonah gave her a quick slap on the ass. He couldn’t resist.

“Watch yourself, big boy. You can’t -woah!” Kendra began before being flipped over on her back.

“Just watch me.” Jonah smirked as he pulled open her strong legs again. He quickly glanced at her majestic womanhood before diving in again.

With a wider canvas to work with, Jonah was able to bring out his paintbrushes: his powerful fingers. He lightly brushed her folds with his fingers as he led himself to her hole again. He slowly inserted two fingers into her waiting hole. She tensed up as he passed one knuckle, then two. Once he had gotten her engine roaring again this way, Jonah leaned into her body, kissing down her leg until he reached her clitorises. He kissed and licked her clit lightly as he worked hard against her insides.

Jonah could feel her stomach trembling as her abs worked to move her up. A pair of unseen hands work their way to his head. Kendra’s practiced heads kneaded into his head and passed through his soft hair. Jonah could feel the power of her hands. They could crush him at any moment, yet she used them to express her gratitude and pleasure.

“Fuck keep going. Don’t you dare stop.” Kendra said as she pushed his head harder onto her vagina.

Jonah swapped his tactics around. Like before, he tongued, licked, and sucked her pussy like it was a popsicle. He worked on her this way until he felt her shuddering and incoherent statements begin to increase. Kendra then wrapped her legs around his head to keep him in place. He worked his fingers and tongue with increasing pressure until he felt every part of Kendra’s body tease up. Her legs pulled him further to his body, her stomach contracted, then relaxed, and Kendra let out a guttural “Fffffff-fuck.”

Jonah felt Kendra’s orgasm all around him, and he took a rest. He leaned against her sweaty lower body as she came down from her euphoria.

Jonah let himself catch his breath. It was tranquil in the room. The sound of space was nonexistent. All that was left was the background hum of the systems that kept the Watchtower operational and the deep breaths of the two lovers. Their breaths heavied arrhythmically at first, but slowly, they synced as their body calmed. Jonah felt that he could lay there forever, head resting on Kendra’s thighs. But something stopped him. That small voice in his head told him not to get too comfortable. The voice that wanted him to push Kendra away said to him that she had too much influence over him. That he could hurt her, and not with her mace. His other head, of course, was ready and begging for another kind of relief. Jonah was so tired; and thirsty.

Lifting himself carefully from the foot of the bed, Jonah wandered over to the nearby sink. He drank greedily and messily from the cool, recycled water that poured out of the tap. He heard the soft footsteps of Kendra approaching him from behind.

“I haven’t felt like that in a while.” Kendra's voice was soft and comforting as she moved closer to Jonah. She stood behind him, her arms wrapping around him in a gentle hug. Jonah leaned into her, his body tense with need.

Kendra's hands moved to the button of his pants, deftly undoing it and pulling the zipper down. Jonah's cock sprang free, stiff, and aching for attention. Kendra's fingers wrapped around him, stroking him slowly, her touch warm and tender.

"You did good Jonah," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. "You deserve this."

Jonah’s ears perked at the way she said his name. Not yelling at him, not by mere necessity of identification. She was talking to him, and him alone. Kendra traced a dexterous thumb along his glands. Jonah's breath caught, his eyes closing as Kendra's hand moved up and down his cock. He felt a warmth in his chest, a feeling of connection. Of safety.

Kendra's lips found his earlobe, her teeth gently nibbling at it. "You're so hard," she murmured, her voice husky. "And you're mine."

Jonah's hips bucked, his cock throbbing in her hand. He had gotten so hard from pleasuring her that even her gentlest touch felt raw. He felt himself getting closer, the pressure building until he thought he would explode.

"Kendra," he groaned, his voice raw. "I'm going to cum."

Kendra's hand moved faster, her grip tightening. "Let go, Jonah," she urged, her voice a seductive purr. "Cum for me."

Jonah's world exploded, his vision blurring as he felt himself climax. His cum erupted from his cock, shooting onto the floor beneath them. Kendra's hand continued to move, milking him dry.

As Jonah's orgasm subsided, he leaned back into Kendra's embrace, his body spent. She held him tightly, her lips pressing soft kisses to his neck.

"You're a good man, Jonah," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth. "And I'm glad you're here."

Jonah’s eyes fluttered open, his body still trembling from his release. He looked up at Kendra, her green eyes filled with a warmth he had never seen before. His chest twisted and pulled at him. He never thought such few words could affect him like that. His eyes felt wet and heavy. He closed them tight and listened to her.

"You're a good man, Jonah," she repeated, her voice firm. "And I want you to remember that."

Jonah nodded, his heart swelling with a feeling of acceptance and love that he had never felt before. As Kendra released him from her embrace, he knew that things would never be the same between them. They shared a moment of vulnerability and connection that went beyond the physical, and he knew he would never forget it. As much anguish as it could cause in the future, he was happy in this moment. He felt he was doing something right for the first time in a long time. That his worst impulses, his paranoia, his need for control, were just reflections of his true character, not the reality of it. From today onwards, the battle in his heart would become more complex.