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Phone calls aren't particularly a rare occurrence for Sherry's phone; work calls mostly, asking her to come in or to advise on some op and the likes. The caller ID read Leon S. Kennedy (Dad) - not unusual.
So Sherry, being free, answered it. Getting comfortable on the couch, she leaned back and held her mobile up to her ear, already smiling at the sound of Leon's voice.
"Hey, what's up?" She asked, crossing one leg over the other.
"Hey Sherry, how's it going?" Leon's voice was a little staticky, probably calling from his apartment. His signal was shitty where he lived. "Listen, I was talking with Claire and we were thinking about meeting up. Go for dinner, maybe grab an ice cream afterwards - have a catch up."
Sherry hummed, her eyes drifting to the side. "Ooh, with you and Claire? Gosh, I haven't seen her in so long. I like that idea. When were you thinking?"
Just then the door to the bedroom opened and out came Jake, his shirt sticking to his skin from the shower he just took. She paid him no mind, even as he walked over and plopped down on the couch next to her.
"Next week maybe? I'm on vacation right now, but we both know the DSO doesn't give a shit," Leon chuckled over the line. "Man, they owe me for so many interrupted holidays..."
Sherry nodded even though he couldn't see it, subconsciously reaching out to take Jake's hand in her own. "Next week? Uhm, I think I'll be free. What, will it be some nice restaurant or like an Applebee's?" She joked, rubbing absent circles on Jake's knuckles.
Jake quirked an eyebrow as he listened to her talk, easily able to piece together the pieces. He leaned in, propping his chin on her shoulder as he listened in to the conversation. He wanted her attention. He wanted it to be him that she was laughing and joking with. Sure, that was the case most of the time, but he was an attention whore when it came to her.
But she was on the phone, and his ma had always taught him not to interrupt phone calls. So his hand dipped to her inner thigh, rubbing comforting circles over the fabric of her pants.
"What?" Leon laughed from his end of the phone. "Sherry, you wound me! I'd never take you to an Applebee's. No, I was thinking somewhere a little nicer. But Claire's super down for ice cream afterwards so maybe we should go to Dairy Queen? What d'you think?"
"I like that idea," Sherry smiled. "How is Claire, by the way? How's it been at Terrasave?"
"Oh, same old, same old. You know how it is."
Jake sighed heavily, feeling like a neglected dog at the shelter. His hand inched up, fiddling with the button of her pants before popping it open and slipping his hand inside. He didn't stop even when Sherry shot him a warning look, his fingers playing with the lace waistband of her panties. He knew she didn't actually mind, not with the way her legs shifted ever so slightly open to allow him more access.
"There hasn't been much B.O.W. activity lately, which we're all thankful for I'm sure," Leon continued. "But there's always >something popping up."
Jake pursed his lip in a pout - ask him and he'd deny it heatedly, he was a grown ass man, he didn't pout - and went a step further, fully sliding his hand down to graze his palm over her pussy, already wet and wanting for him. He could feel how wet she was getting as he cupped her, a smirk growing on his lips.
"Ah- that's good," Sherry replied, trying and failing to hide the way her breath hitched and the way she shifted her hips on the couch. "Um, what about you? The DSO? How's it been?"
Leon hesitated but replied anyway. She didn't take any of it in though, too focused on the way Jake's hand flexed against her before pulling back just enough to catch his fingers on her clit, relishing in the small gasp it pulled from her lips.
"-rry? Sherry, are you okay?" Leon's voice was just background noise at this point.
Jake rubbed slow circles over her clit, leaning it to plant a messy open-mouthed kiss to her neck. His teeth grazed over her skin, nipping a slight red mark before sucking a dark blotch into place like a claim.
"Ah-" Sherry's head fell back against the couch, squeezing her eyes shut as Jake pushed two fingers into her hole all the way to his knuckles. "Y-yeah, I'm okay. Just a little- a little distracted, y'know?" She gave a weak laugh, trying to play it off and failing miserably.
Leon paused for a second. "...okay. Uhh, Claire just messaged me actually, says she wants Dairy Queen. I guess we chose well then, huh? So, how about it? Next Thursday?"
"Mhm..." Sherry rested the back of her hand over her forehead, biting down on her bottom lip to keep her whines as quiet as she could. "Ah, yeah, Dairy Queen. Thursday? I uh... how about Friday? Those are a little easier for me... I get off shift earlier those days."
Jake crooked his fingers right into her sweet spot, grinning wildly as he scissored her open for him, his ego growing with every slick plap he made. "You're getting off early today too..." he whispered, loving the shiver it drew out of her. "Go on, keep talking to him baby."
Sherry groaned, a low sound that Leon definitely heard. He coughed over the line. "Uh... are you sure you're okay? Am I calling at a bad moment?"
"No! No-" Sherry insisted, her thighs clenching around Jake's wrist. "It's okay, now is fine. Uh, yeah, can you do Friday?"
Jake peppered soft little kisses down her neck and collarbone, getting off the couch to kneel between her legs and pushing them open with his broad shoulders. He grabbed the waist of her pants and she instinctively lifted her hips, letting him tug the fabric down her legs and off completely.
"Fuck, so wet f'me..." he huffed against the soaked gusset of her panties, tugging them to the side. She couldn't help the way her toes curled as the cold air hit her most sensitive parts, a shaky breath escaping her throat.
Jake used his fingers to spread her lips open, admiring how wet and needy her cunt was, clenching around nothing in anticipation.
"I can do Friday," Leon interrupted. "Friday might be better for Claire too, actually. I don't know her days off though, so I'll text her to ask."
Sherry opened her mouth to respond just as Jake planted his mouth over her pussy, his tongue flicking out to lap at her. He dragged a fat stripe up from her hole to her clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard enough to have her bucking up into his mouth.
"Ah- g-god, sorry, Leon. The uh... there's a lot of stuff happening right now, sorry, uhm... yeah, it's ngh- nothing, uh... yes, please message Claire."
"Tch, it's nothing," Jake growled against her cunt, going back to dipping his tongue in and out of her tight hole. "Keep running your mouth ma, see where it gets you."
Sherry's hand found the back of his head, pushing up into the wet heat he was providing her.
"How's Jake?" Leon suddenly asked, sounding tense and somewhat disapproving. "Is he there with you?"
"Jake? Ah- Jake!" Sherry gasped, curling in over Jake's head as the pleasure mounted, her vision going fuzzy as she neared her high. "Ah, god- yeah, he's- he's okay! He's uh, on the couch with me, just watching some television..."
"Funny. I can't hear any shows in the background, unless you're watching something raunchy?"
Sherry laughed nervously, her voice shaking because fuck, could he hear the slick noises Jake's mouth was making while he ate her out? Probably. But it felt too good to be embarrassed over it right now, her thighs bracketing his face, her hand forcing him flush against her pelvis.
"I- I have to go," she rasped, suddenly ending the call and tossing her phone to the side. "Jesus Christ, Jake, seriously?! I was trying- oh my god, please..."
Jake shook his head, fully immersed in the meal before him. He was devouring her right now. "C'mon, come for me. I know you're close, supergirl."
Jake reached up to pinch her clit between two fingers. It was enough to send her over the edge, letting out a wrecked moan as she came hard in his mouth, grinding her hips against his face to ride out her high.
He let her, grabbing onto her waist to pull her ever closer, his tongue lapping up every last drop like a dehydrated man.
When she was done he stood up, affectionately slapping her thigh. "Shower's free." He glanced sideways at her, her skin sweaty and her expression fucked out. "I'll help you. I can't promise to be good though," he winked.
Sherry sighed. She knew she'd be getting little sleep tonight.