Chapter 7

A/N: George goes on a vacation. John uses his phone again.

"See you later, ok? And have fun!"

"I'll call you!" George kissed me one last time before getting into the car. He was off to do some photo shoot modeling new clothes with Pattie, and would be gone for half a week. It was all part of John's master plan.

Apparently, if they spent enough time together, they would inevitably fall in love. I doubted half a week was enough time, but John hated to be told he was wrong, so he could let them figure it out.

I walked back inside and called John.

"George gone yet?"

"You're not even gonna say hi to me first?"

"Hi. Is George-

"He just left."

"I'll be there soon."

"Don't you have anything better to do than wait around for me?"

John laughed. "See you in 20 minutes." He hung up. I put away some of the mess lying around to kill time. Not like I had to clean for Lennon. It also let me put my mind on something else because, well... I was nervous. I hadn't been alone with John since the party, which was a couple weeks ago.

Just then, the door was knocked. Surprising. He still had some manners. When I opened the door, John was on the porch. Once inside and the door was shut, he kissed me.

"I missed you," he admitted.

"You've seen me."

"Not alone like this, though. Kept thinking about when I fucked you in that dressing room."

"How romantic. You really know how to charm a lady, don't you Lennon?"

"Seems to be working on you. Where's the bedroom in this place?"

"I forgot we've never done this here. C'mon." I grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom. Once there, I closed the door and laid on the bed on my side.

"Show me how much you missed me." John got on the bed and ran his hand up my side.

"We have all the time in the world, John. I don't want you to rush." He wetted his lips.

"You know I don't like to go slow."

"For me, love? Won't you?" I flashed him my best puppy dog eyes. The truth was, I didn't care about the speed. I just wanted John to beg.

"You're the worst." He kissed me. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and deepened the kiss. My breath hitched when John took my lower lip between his teeth and lightly bit down. Leaving his collar, my hand flew to his hair and the other to this back, pulling him down on top of me.

I pulled John's shirt off and crashed back into him. John's warm hand touched my inner thigh and moved up higher. He pressed down and I breathed in sharply. John's fingers kneaded against me. Fuck.

"No, John." I lightly pushed him back, confusion on his face. "I don't want to cum right away."

"A little fingering won't make you cum." He rolled his eyes.

"Lay on your back, John."

"Why?"

"I have an idea," I said, getting up. John's eyes trailed me as I went into the closet and grabbed one of George's ties.

"Care to share?"

"Not really." I got on the bed, sitting on John's lap. He was already hard.

"What're you gonna do with that tie?" I just winked at him.

"Put your hands near the headboard." He complied, watching me still. I kissed him to distract him while I tied his hands up.

"You kinky fuck," he panted with a grin on his face.

"I'm not nearly as kinky as you are." I kissed down his neck, pausing over his pulse point. John whined when I nipped at it.

"Seems like you like that."

"If I said yes, would you do it again?"

"Try it and find out," I teased.

"Well, go on then." John's face was red. I kissed him gently, then went back to his neck. This time, I bit him harder and pressed my mouth onto him. When I pulled back, I was satisfied to see a red, angry mark. That would be there for a while.

I shifted my weight back, still on his lap. John tried to rock his hips up, but he was in no position to do anything.

"Don't get yourself too worked up." I traced the hickey and he squirmed. John was breathing hard.

"You should take my pants off now."

"Be patient." I slipped my dress over my head and threw it on the floor.

"For fucks sake, come on," he whined.

"Beg."

"No."

"You're so stubborn." I unhooked my bra.

"You're so fuckin' pretty." At least he was trying. Slowly, I ground down on him. John whined again.

"Fuck, I wish my hands were untied."

"What would you do if they were?"

"Make you stop teasin'." He bit his lower lip. "I guess I'd start by pinning you down. And then I'd kiss you so much you couldn't think, and.." I traced just above his waistband.

"And I'd fuck you. So hard. I want you to cum fast."

"Maybe," I said. Shit. That was still hot, even if it wasn't begging. I slid off of him.

"What're you doing?"

"Taking your pants off." In one swift motion, I slid his pants and boxers over his hips and threw those on the floor too. I put my hand around his length and slowly moved up and down. John tilted his head back, lips parted.

"Fuck, just..."

"Just what, love?"

"Touch me. Please. I want you." I kissed him.

"Can I ride you?"

"Don't care." I sat up and carefully lowered myself onto him.

"You're so warm," John murmured. "You always are."

"I-I'm gonna move now," I said.

"Finally."

I started to ride him, slowly, watching him. John closed his eyes.

"Faster, fuck, please baby." He'd suffered enough today. I picked up speed and he moaned in approval.

"John, you're so good."

"Come on, keep going. Don't you dare fucking stop." I bounced on him even faster.

"Like this?" I asked, breathing heavy. John moaned again. I would never get used to that.

"Exactly like that. Please don't stop." He had bucked his hips up to meet my movements.

"Shit, it's so hot when you beg."

"You're even kinkier than I thought," he smirked. "And since you told me that, now I'm sure that I can make you cum first."

"John, please-"

"I want you to make me cum." His words came out rushed. "I love it when you touch me. I want more, baby."

"Shit, John!" I was close, and he wasn't helping.

"You're so good, fuck. I want you so bad. Please don't stop. I'll die if you stop. Please."

My head felt cloudy. I didn't even know John knew the word please.

"I'm close," he continued. "Let me finish for you. Let me show you how good I think you are."

I moaned and leaned forward, kissing his neck again.

"Please. Please. Keep going, fuck - bite me again. Just don't stop," he pleaded, words interrupted with his moans.

"John." I came hard, seeing stars. I bit his neck as I rode out my orgasm. Apparently, that was enough for John. I felt him buck into me and whine out my name.

When it seemed like he was good and finished, I shakily got off of him and collapsed on the bed.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"I'm still tied up."

"Oh." I sat up and untied his hands. John sighed and rubbed his wrist. "Was it too tight?"

"No. It was fine." He smiled. "That was so hot. I need to beg for you more often."

I kissed him again and pulled him into me.

"You should stay over tonight."

"Can I shower first?"

"Mhm. I'm gonna change the sheets." We both stood up. John went into the bathroom. I slipped on his too big t-shirt that smelled like him and my panties. I put George's tie back in the closet and picked up the clothes that I had thrown onto the floor. The shower turned on, and I heard John singing. After grabbing the laundry basket, I stripped the bed of the sheets and tossed them into the washing machine. I went to the linen closet and got new sheets. John came out of the bathroom and put his boxers on while I finished making the bed.

He hugged me from behind. "You smell good," he mumbled into my hair.

"I hope I do. Let's get into bed." We slipped under the covers. I snuggled up to him and put my head on his chest. Being able to hear his heartbeat was oddly comforting. John kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me. I was half asleep and could feel him snuggling closer.

"G'night, John," I mumbled.

"Night." As I was drifting off, I could've sworn I heard him say, "I love you."