Chapter 34
“Um, I don’t know,” a smirky smile edging its way across her lips, “any ideas?” Slowly moving towards him to steal a kiss before she worked her way downward and settled her lips around the head of his dick, licking lightly. “You can tell me when you want me to stop.” Taking an inch more into her mouth, her tongue teasing the small slit at the top, listening to him sucking in a breath. Playfully humming against his flesh, she gingerly inched her way down him, her fingers still surrounding him as she took in more of him. Swallowing against the rising feeling of a queasy stomach, she closed her eyes and continued her play, taking a little more and then withdrawing, sliding down and withdrawing.
“Oh god, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” Jon groaned, what was it about this particular woman that drove him mad? Battling with his hangover that was throbbing in his skull, willing the pain between his eyes to abate, he started to sit and discovered the slightest jarring motion caused shooting pains to split his brain. Laying back down he fisted his hands in her hair to urge her to move faster and take him deeper. He couldn’t help pushing down on her head when he did.
Suddenly Amber shoved away from him hard, clamping her hands tightly across her mouth and ran for the bathroom, slamming the door, falling to her knees and began projectile vomiting into the toilet.
For a few stunned moments Jon lay there confused and hurting from the raging hard-on he was suffering. Hearing the sound of retching coming from the bathroom, he gagged. He might be the father of four children, but ever since he was a kid if he saw or heard someone else throwing up, it would take everything he had to avoid following suit. Wanting to go comfort her even though he might end up fighting her for the toilet, he clamped his jaws together and slowly rose from the bed, hating that his own head hurt so badly that he wanted to remove it at the neck.
After opening it, he stood in the doorway for a few moments urging his own stomach to settle as she knelt on the floor, elbows on the edges of the bowl and head down, hands tangled in her hair holding it back. Her pitiful retching sounds weren’t helping him at all. Moving towards her, he swept her hair away from her neck, holding it for her as she continued violently puking into the toilet. Feeling more than a little green himself as she did. When she settled back onto her bare bottom on the tile floor and leaned against the bathtub, he grabbed a fresh washcloth and wiped her pale, tear-streaked face for her. “Are you okay now?”
Nodding Amber gasped at how badly her head hurt, her throat was raw and her insides felt like raw hamburger. “Uh huh, I think so. I’m sorry, Jon, I didn’t mean to do that.”
With her sitting against the bathtub the stench of vomit suddenly hit him in the face and as hard as he tried to avoid it, he couldn’t stop himself. Both hands hit the vanity as he leaned towards the sink and retched. It made his head hurt worse, but the pungent smell of it got to him. After a few minutes his stomach felt better, although sore and empty, but his head was throbbing worse than ever. Wiping his mouth with a washcloth that he snagged from the rack, he looked down at the sink and then turned towards the toilet and gagged again. 'Dammit’ he thought, ‘can’t even help her without puking’.
Re-entering the bedroom after closing the bathroom door behind him, he discovered she’d retreated back to bed, exactly where he wanted to be. About to crawl back in, he heard the pounding on the door and groaned, seeing her bury her head under the covers. His own head hurt like the devil and wished he had that option. “Who is it?” His throat was raw from puking and his voice reflected it.
“Jonny?” at that moment Richie wasn’t convinced he had the right room.
“Go away, bro.”
“Everyone’s meeting downstairs for breakfast and me and Linda wanted to know if you’d be joining us.”
The very thought of food turned his stomach and heard her muffled comment of “hell no” even from under the covers. “We’ll pass.”
Laughing that dirty, knowing laugh that Jon knew so well, Richie told him that they’d have to come up for air soon, cause the all of the girls that were flying out wanted to tell Amber goodbye before they left.
“Let ‘em know that she’s not feeling well this morning.” Hearing the mumbled thanks from the bed, he wanted to collect payment for that, but it would be later....for both of them.
Harder laughter came from the other side of the door and Jon could tell that Richie wasn’t alone. “So Amber’s hungover, huh? How you feelin’ Jonny?” Richie hadn’t seen Jon drink like he had the previous night in a very long time and suspected that Jon was suffering just as much as Amber.
“I’m fine.” The muffled snort from the other side of the room made him chuckle, he’d be damned if he was going to admit how badly he was hurting. None of the guys would let him live it down if they had any idea how bad this hangover was.
“And I’m the Easter Bunny. Prove it, bro. Join us for breakfast and let the lady sleep.”
About to hit his head against the door, he stopped himself, groaned quietly and tried to find an excuse. “I’m going to stay here and keep her company, order some room service.”
“Wuss.” Richie laughed heartily, wrapping his arm around Linda’s shoulders they headed downstairs to join the others and tell them Jon and Amber were too hungover to join them.
Shuffling back to the bed, Jon faced facts. If he didn’t make an appearance downstairs he’d never hear the end of it. If he did go down and they saw how ill he was it would be just as bad, plus her girlfriends would know too. Deciding to leave their illusions about him intact, he slipped between the sheets and gathered Amber close, at least she wouldn’t be laughing.
“Oh god, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.” Jon groaned, what was it about this particular woman that drove him mad? Battling with his hangover that was throbbing in his skull, willing the pain between his eyes to abate, he started to sit and discovered the slightest jarring motion caused shooting pains to split his brain. Laying back down he fisted his hands in her hair to urge her to move faster and take him deeper. He couldn’t help pushing down on her head when he did.
Suddenly Amber shoved away from him hard, clamping her hands tightly across her mouth and ran for the bathroom, slamming the door, falling to her knees and began projectile vomiting into the toilet.
For a few stunned moments Jon lay there confused and hurting from the raging hard-on he was suffering. Hearing the sound of retching coming from the bathroom, he gagged. He might be the father of four children, but ever since he was a kid if he saw or heard someone else throwing up, it would take everything he had to avoid following suit. Wanting to go comfort her even though he might end up fighting her for the toilet, he clamped his jaws together and slowly rose from the bed, hating that his own head hurt so badly that he wanted to remove it at the neck.
After opening it, he stood in the doorway for a few moments urging his own stomach to settle as she knelt on the floor, elbows on the edges of the bowl and head down, hands tangled in her hair holding it back. Her pitiful retching sounds weren’t helping him at all. Moving towards her, he swept her hair away from her neck, holding it for her as she continued violently puking into the toilet. Feeling more than a little green himself as she did. When she settled back onto her bare bottom on the tile floor and leaned against the bathtub, he grabbed a fresh washcloth and wiped her pale, tear-streaked face for her. “Are you okay now?”
Nodding Amber gasped at how badly her head hurt, her throat was raw and her insides felt like raw hamburger. “Uh huh, I think so. I’m sorry, Jon, I didn’t mean to do that.”
With her sitting against the bathtub the stench of vomit suddenly hit him in the face and as hard as he tried to avoid it, he couldn’t stop himself. Both hands hit the vanity as he leaned towards the sink and retched. It made his head hurt worse, but the pungent smell of it got to him. After a few minutes his stomach felt better, although sore and empty, but his head was throbbing worse than ever. Wiping his mouth with a washcloth that he snagged from the rack, he looked down at the sink and then turned towards the toilet and gagged again. 'Dammit’ he thought, ‘can’t even help her without puking’.
Re-entering the bedroom after closing the bathroom door behind him, he discovered she’d retreated back to bed, exactly where he wanted to be. About to crawl back in, he heard the pounding on the door and groaned, seeing her bury her head under the covers. His own head hurt like the devil and wished he had that option. “Who is it?” His throat was raw from puking and his voice reflected it.
“Jonny?” at that moment Richie wasn’t convinced he had the right room.
“Go away, bro.”
“Everyone’s meeting downstairs for breakfast and me and Linda wanted to know if you’d be joining us.”
The very thought of food turned his stomach and heard her muffled comment of “hell no” even from under the covers. “We’ll pass.”
Laughing that dirty, knowing laugh that Jon knew so well, Richie told him that they’d have to come up for air soon, cause the all of the girls that were flying out wanted to tell Amber goodbye before they left.
“Let ‘em know that she’s not feeling well this morning.” Hearing the mumbled thanks from the bed, he wanted to collect payment for that, but it would be later....for both of them.
Harder laughter came from the other side of the door and Jon could tell that Richie wasn’t alone. “So Amber’s hungover, huh? How you feelin’ Jonny?” Richie hadn’t seen Jon drink like he had the previous night in a very long time and suspected that Jon was suffering just as much as Amber.
“I’m fine.” The muffled snort from the other side of the room made him chuckle, he’d be damned if he was going to admit how badly he was hurting. None of the guys would let him live it down if they had any idea how bad this hangover was.
“And I’m the Easter Bunny. Prove it, bro. Join us for breakfast and let the lady sleep.”
About to hit his head against the door, he stopped himself, groaned quietly and tried to find an excuse. “I’m going to stay here and keep her company, order some room service.”
“Wuss.” Richie laughed heartily, wrapping his arm around Linda’s shoulders they headed downstairs to join the others and tell them Jon and Amber were too hungover to join them.
Shuffling back to the bed, Jon faced facts. If he didn’t make an appearance downstairs he’d never hear the end of it. If he did go down and they saw how ill he was it would be just as bad, plus her girlfriends would know too. Deciding to leave their illusions about him intact, he slipped between the sheets and gathered Amber close, at least she wouldn’t be laughing.
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