“Don’t underestimate my abilities, Angel, it’s celebration day,” John smiles mischievously at her. “Is it a happy surprise, Elsie?” he asks, winking at her.
“Hell, yeah, it’s a happy surprise,” she squeals, as she climbs onto his lap like a monkey, taking his face in her hands. Her mouth takes his, hard, rough, and demanding, her tongue consuming his mouth hungrily.
John slides one hand under her ass as he lowers his feet to the floor. He stands and walks to the door, taking Elsie with him. He locks it with one hand, while holding her with his other massive arm, never breaking the kiss. He turns and sets her bottom down on the desk, then yanks her hoodie, shirt, and bra up, exposing her breasts.
He pulls his mouth from hers groaning, “I’ve wanted these in my mouth all week,” his voice is low and gravelly.
“Mmmmmm,” she moans, almost growling, from somewhere low and deep in her throat, “I love it when you go all Hulk on me. It’s so damn sexy.”
“Angel, you have no idea, yet, of all the ways I want to take you, but you will,” John says huskily.
His greedy mouth captures a nipple and sucks it deeply into his mouth, while his tongue assaults the tip.
“Oh God, John…,” Elsie moans throwing her head back and pushing herself into his mouth, begging for more.
He answers her need. His hands quickly undoing her pants, then pulling them down and off her feet, taking her shoes with them. Elsie’s hands fumble with John’s belt, button, and zipper, as John’s fingers are busy playing with her pussy.
“You’re so wet already, Angel,” he grinds out, as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.
“It happened the minute I saw you, Mountain Man,” Elsie pants out.
Elsie pushes his pants down and frees his straining erection.
“Now, John, fuck me now,” Elsie growls.
“Yes, Angel, but it’s going to be hard, and deep, and raw,” he practically growls.
John’s cock had gone from flaccid to rock-hard steel the moment Elsie’s legs slid over his lap and her hot crotch settled on his bulge. When she’d rubbed herself along the seam of his pants, his dick wanted to explode. The yearning to fuck her senseless is almost maddening.
“Yes, just like that,” she says pulling his head down, trying to suck him in with her kiss.
Everything about this man makes Elsie go insane with desire, with a pure wild animalistic need. The thought of him, the memory of his scent and feel of his skin on hers, and she’s like a bitch in heat. She can’t think straight, and her body aches for him with a longing so deep it consumes her.
John pulls Elsie’s hips towards him, so she’s barely hanging onto the edge of the desk. He slowly slides the swollen head of his cock into her.
“Aaaaaahhh,” she moans long and low.
I love the feel of those fucking piercings, GOOOOD!! the words resound in her head.
His slow entry causing the silver hoop to rub over every sensitive nerve inside her, pushing her to the edge of her cliff. She moves herself up and down the length of him as sparks explode inside her, the fuse ignited by that wonderfully delectable hoop. The fire embraces her like a burning snake, slithering its heat through her veins, lighting her up brighter and brighter. Each thrust of his beautiful cock, each time his thickness moves inside her, and that magical hoop rubs her, is like another injection of the drug that is him. The heat of erotic delirium consumes her, spreading like an inferno through her body. She can feel the delicious build up tightening within her, and it makes her intoxicatingly euphoric.
“So, good, Angel, you are so fucking good,” he rumbles into her neck, his tongue tasting her as his lips tease her skin.
He grabs onto the globes of her ass and begins to grind her with him, as he’s rocking into her, burying himself in her, as they both succumb to the power of the dance.
The hoop inside her and the bar at the base of John’s shaft, which is rubbing against her throbbing nub, throws her into oblivion. She rides him faster, moving herself back and forth. John’s huge shaft fills her completely and hits all the extra-sensitive magical spots inside her. Nothing else exists. Her mind is bursting in an explosions of sparks, and she can almost hear a chorus belting out “Halleluiah”! Elsie’s climbing, soaring, riding that wave. She wraps her legs around John’s waist and shifts her hips. The grand finale of a million fireworks begins to explode inside Elsie, cresting, ignited by John’s cock and piercings.
“OH GOD, YES, PLEASE…,” she yells as she shatters, her orgasm exploding all over John.
John grabs her hips and holds her still. His thrusts become more deliberate, more precise, more demanding. Her pussy is milking his cock, pulsating and pulling his orgasm from him, demanding he cum for her. NOW!
“MINE…,” he growls as he thrusts one last time, burying himself so far inside her, he never wants to come out.
This little woman has me completely captivated; I think I’m losing my mind! John thinks, amazed by the power of what they just shared.
They’re release leaves them shaking from the force of it, their bodies still moving against each other. Their mouths seek each other, needing to feast, to taste, to savor and to devour.
As they come down, their breathing slows and their movements soften, until they are lost in the feelings of each other’s caresses.
“What are you doing here, anyway,” Elsie whispers. Her hand is gently stroking his cheek. She still hasn’t gotten enough of him.
“I came to have lunch with you,” he says, smiling against her lips.
John brushes his lips softly against hers. The stirrings of passion are still churning in his loins. His beast is still starving for her, and it makes his cock twitch inside of her.
“You did? And you can come and go on sets, even if you’re not crew?” she asks a little surprised.
“Yep, I got it like that,” he chuckles.
He doesn’t want to get into this conversation now, not really wanting to discuss his military clearance that grants him a more or less permanent position with any security outfit, even local government, so he can do whatever he wants.
His dick provides a perfect distraction as it has a mind of its own. It’s waking up again and beginning to demand attention as he fills her up again.
“Hhhmm, Mountain Man, it seems like there’s a hell of a lot more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there?” she says leaning back. Elsie looks at him, cocking her head and smiling, trying to figure him out.
She feels the jerk of his cock inside her and she naturally responds, hugging him tightly with her velvet walls. Desire is beginning to lick at her again, flicking her loins from the inside out. And she can’t help but respond, her pulsing becoming stronger and more demanding.
“Let’s go eat, Angel, before I turn you around and bend you over the table to fuck you again. I know you don’t take care of yourself when you get caught up in you work, and tonight you’re gonna need your energy,” he teases, smirking as he pulls his growing, semi-hard, erection out from her warm folds.
“Oh really? Promise?” she smiles wickedly, wiggling her eyebrows at him.
Everything inside of her begs for him to come back, to fill her again, and satisfy this unquenchable need.
“Well, well, is that a challenge?” he asks, amused, cocking an eyebrow back at her.
“Maybe…,” she says smiling.
“I think I will have to take that challenge,” he responds, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss.
“Sit tight, Elsie, let me get something to clean us up with.”
John looks around her trailer and finds a roll of paper towels. He glances at Elsie questioningly, and she shrugs her shoulders. Pulling off a handful, he separates some to wipe his still hungry erection and then holds some against Elsie’s oozing sex.
“I love the sight of your pussy with my cum dripping from you, it’s so beautiful,” John growls.
“You do?” Elsie asks, feigning innocence.
Bravery t
akes over. She leans her back against the wall and lifts her feet up to rest on the edge of the desk, opening herself up to him even more. Stealing a glance at John through her lashes she sees he’s momentarily frozen. The look on his face goes from stunned to fierce in the blink of an eye.
“Damn, woman,” he says dangerously quiet.
His hand raises with his index finger extended. Dipping it into his cum, that’s oozing from her still throbbing sex, he begins to swirl it through her folds. Moving up to her clit he rubs the thick cream over it. Elsie’s back arches and a moan floats from her lips. Her knees fall open even more inviting him to probe deeper.
She feels so wanton, so wild, so wicked and so free.
His finger slides into her, twisting and turning, pulling his cum from her.
“You. Are. So. Incredibly. Sexy.”
The words come out strained, tight, and hungry.
It takes all of his control to switch out his finger for the paper towel, so he can clean up his cum from his woman.
His woman.
The thought is sobering, but no matter how much he tries to deny it, it feels right. Though right now, he pushes it aside and refuses to entertain the idea any further. That is a place John needs to go into when he’s alone. He doesn’t want to let anything ugly, like his demons, touch anything that has to do with Elsie. She is the only ray of hope and happiness that he’s ever had in his life.
“Tease,” Elsie pouts after he finishes cleaning her.
“Good, I want you writhing and horny as hell all day, you naughty girl. Tonight, we’ll give you exactly what you need to take care of that,” John promises, lifting Elsie from the desk.
“What if I can’t wait,” she pouts, jutting her lip out.
“If you touch yourself, then not only will we not take care of you, but we’ll get you to the point where you want to scream and leave you like that. This I can promise you, Angel,” the look of stern warning is clear in his eyes.
“Meanie,” Elsie mumbles.
“Nope, just demanding.”
He tucks himself back into his pants, reaches for Elsie’s clothes, and helps her dress. He pulls her close and wraps her in his arms, needing to feel her against him.
*
“Believe it or not, this is practically the first time I’ve really been out of the trailer this week, one of the girls has brought lunch back for me every day,” Elsie says a little embarrassed.
John and Elsie are sitting in a small, secluded booth, in a corner of the craft services tent, the food service/restaurant on set. There are a few other folks in here, but John and Elsie had arrived late, on the tail end of lunch service, so most everyone had finished up and returned to their work.
“That’s what I figured, and it’s exactly why I’m here. I wanted to make sure you have enough to eat and drink today. You’re going to take six bottles of water with you, and you’re going to drink all of them before I see you tonight.”
Elsie opens her mouth to protest.
“Don’t. They’re small bottles , for Christ’s sake, no arguments,” he admonishes her sternly with a smile in his eyes.
“Hhrmmph, ok,” she caves to his demand.
“Now eat, food is also a necessity,” he says, pushing her dish of baked chicken and vegetables a little closer to her.
“Gosh, you’re bossy today,” she mumbles.
“Oh, Angel, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” he warns.
Her head jerks up to look into his face. He chuckles and gives her a wink. Heat fills her body at the erotic insinuation of his statement.
God, I hope not, she thinks, as her tongue peeks out to swipe across her lips.
“It looks like you like the idea of that,” his voice a deep whisper, as he studies her face.
A warm flush creeps across her skin.
“Um, huh,” she mumbles hoarsely.
“Good, Angel, then tonight is going to be what both of us…all three of us, want.”
John puts everything else out of his mind for right now. There’s no Rico, no fights, no thoughts as to what that sleazebag is doing, and how the hell he got himself so well placed within the very tight circle. John knows he’s up to something, he can feel it in his bones, and there is no doubt in his mind it’s bad, very, very bad. But at this moment, his only thoughts are of this woman, and the naughty and erotic ways he’s going to blow her mind tonight. She’s asked for it with her body language, and he knows exactly what she wants.
Hooooolyyyy shit…, Elsie thinks excitedly.
CHAPTER 13 “Tell me something I need to know, then take my breath and never let it go. If you just let me invade your space, I’ll take the pleasure, take it with the pain. And if in the moment I bite my lip, baby, in that moment you’ll know this is something bigger than us and beyond bliss. Give me a reason to believe. Causeyou gotta, gotta, got to love meharder.” Lyrics “Love Me Harder”, Ariana Grande
John’s house is cozy and welcoming; it comforts and soothes, embracing you in its space. The home emanates a calm and comforting strength, much like the man. When you’re here you feel safe, you feel protected, you feel like you’re home.
Elsie is standing at John’s front door, nervous anticipation making her hand shake slightly as she raises it to ring the bell. Her small frame is encircled in the golden white glow of the porch light, as if she were standing onstage. The butterflies that she feels in her stomach are the same as stage fright, and she clenches her fist tightly to quell her nerves before pushing the doorbell. She came straight over, after she finished up on set. Elsie had spent her whole afternoon wanting to squeal, going back and forth between giddiness and being scared shitless.
Get a grip, she steels herself and jabs her finger on the illuminated white button, before she can change her mind and run away.
She hears two sets of footsteps inside the house, one is obviously John’s, so the other must be Brian’s. She turns her head to the driveway and looks at the black Jeep, all pimped out with surf racks and roll bars.
That so fits him, Elsie thinks, looking at the Jeep Wrangler and easily envisioning Brian in it. She can see him driving down the beach with the top off, his surfboard strapped to the racks, and music blaring. He’d have his sunglasses on and his blonde hair blowing in the wind, with that wicked smile on his face.
Her Beetle is parked next to it, her gaze shifts to it and she smiles. She loves her car.
The door opens wide and John is standing in the doorframe, his body completely filling it.
Elsie’s eyes widen at the sight of him. His bare chest is glistening in the falling light of the early evening as his nipple bars reflect the porch light. The cool night air on his skin causes his nipples to tighten even more. His midnight black hair is loose and falls gently across his shoulders. A pair of very old, very soft Levi’s are hanging low on his hips, below the cut V of his abdomen and revealing his very delectable happy trail. It’s obvious he’s owned them awhile. They look like a favorite pair of jeans, the ones that fit you so comfortably they’ll have to fall apart before you throw them away. It looks like these are on their way out, because they’re shredded in the knees and are starting to show threads in the thighs.
Elsie tries speak, but her throat has gone dry. She swallows and tries again.
“Um, nice outfit,” she grunts.
John laughs, “They’re my favorites, thanks. Come in Angel, it’s good to see you,” he steps aside and opens the door wider for her to enter.
Elsie steps through the door and John closes it behind her.
“Come here,” he says huskily, slipping his hand around her waist and pulling her close.
Holy fuck!
She looks at him, her eyes searching his face as her tongue slips out and slides across her lips. He lowers his mouth, a breath away from hers, and strokes her lips with his tongue. She lets out a soft gasp and he takes that opportunity to probe her further, sliding his tongue over her teeth, along their edges. He pushes into her mouth, more demanding, cons
uming her, his tongue tasting and devouring her.
He releases her mouth and moves to her ear.
“I’ve been waiting for this night all week, Elsie. We’re going to give you what you’ve always wanted but never knew.”
“Oh, John, I have no doubt of that,” she says softly, looking at him deeply, without a question in her mind.
He smiles at her. She can see the hunger in his eyes, but there’s also sincerity, gentleness, strength, and unleashed power reflected there.
It sends a shiver of anticipation through her, knowing she is going to be at the receiving end of everything in him.
Elsie tentatively walks further inside. She realizes that her senses are heightened. She’s listening for all of the sounds, her eyes are searching for any movements and her nose catches a whiff of lavender. She can also smell…pizza. Yum!
She stops and turns, waiting for John to lead the way.
“We thought you’d be hungry when you finished on set, so Brian brought Pizza,” John explains, taking her hand and leading her into the living room.
“Are you kidding me? I’m starved,” she says excitedly.
They walk into the living room, the lights are dim and there’s light jazz playing in the background.
“I hope Papa John’s is ok with you. I wasn’t sure what you like so there’s cheese and meat lover’s pizzas and I also picked up a chocolate chip cookie pizza and an apple pie for dessert,” Brian smiles at her as he gets up from the couch to walk towards her. “How’s work been this week?”
“Really good,” Elsie answers him absently.
Elsie wasn’t really paying attention to what Brian had said, because she’s too busy staring at him.
He’s half naked as well, but he’s wearing a pair of black board shorts and nothing else. His nipple hoops are calling out to Elsie, begging her to take them between her teeth. The muscles ripple beneath his golden skin, with each of his steps, sinewy and sleek. Brian steps behind her. He is the epitome of perfection and beauty in a man. Just the thought of him wanting her, taking her, doing all of those deliciously naughty things to her, makes her quiver inside and out.
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