Perfect Rhythm

by Letty James

  He did, and her nails sank into his chest making him jump and roll, pinning her to the floor again. He bit her neck then laved the sting away with his tongue. “I can see there's more than one wildcat in the family.”

  Her laugh turned into a sigh as Johnny continued to nuzzle her neck, then a little scream as they rolled again. “I'm getting dizzy,” LeeAnn cried out.

  “How dizzy?” Johnny whispered against her lips, and suddenly the world went still and melted away with his kiss. She plunged her hands into his thick hair, holding his head as their tongues made love to the rhythm of their fucking. Johnny gripped her hips, moving her slowly up and down on his cock. She broke their kiss and bit her lip, trying to prolong the sensations as the tempo increased, but couldn't as another orgasm ripped through her. Johnny jammed tight against her as he shouted his own release.

  LeeAnn fell against Johnny's chest, crying at the beauty of the moment, the end of it, wanting it to go on forever. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am had never felt so good. He cradled her against his chest, rubbing her back. He pushed her up and wiped the tears from her cheeks, saying nothing and she was glad. No sense getting all emotional.

  He kissed her softly. She snuggled back down on his damp chest and lay there until she could feel his dick coming out. She held the edges of the condom tight against him as she released him. He groaned, his eyes barely open. Helping him up, she led him to the shower where she got him his own towel from the linen closet. She turned on the spray, giving him privacy while he peed. He took her into his arms outside the shower, nuzzling her neck.

  “Now I feel drunk. Drunk on your body.” His hands rubbed up and down her ribs and over her hips, which tingled from his touch. “You smell like the river.”

  She giggled. “Which is why we are taking a shower. Don't try to go all poetic on me. I know what the river smells like.” She took his hand and guided him under the shower spray, loving the way he sighed and his shoulders sagged under the hot water. She soaped up his back, gliding her fingers along his contours. His broad shoulders, the sharp blades of his back, the dip before his ass, his sweet ass cheeks.

  He sucked in his breath as her fingers caressed between his cheeks, pressing at his hole then slithering down to massage his balls. He turned around, his face into the spray, offering her his erect cock. She ignored it while she washed his chest, solid, hairless, magnificently defined. She tweaked his nipple and he shuddered.

  “Why do you wax?”

  “Drives the ladies wild. Why do you?”

  His finger trailed down to her bare pubic area, waxed by a very nice woman named Gilda who probably didn't deserve the cursing and screaming. “Gives me more options.”

  “Options?” His fingers parted her lips, caressing their tender edges.

  “Fashion wise.” His finger entered her and she rose on her tiptoes to give him better access. She tried to ignore the sensations running through her body as she tended to his—soaping his cock and balls, tilting him toward the spray to rinse them. All the while his fingers worked their magic between her legs. He opened his eyes and sat down on the built-in shower seat. His tongue flicked out over her nipple, making her gasp.

  “Gordon seen your bare pussy?”

  Her hands clenched the handicap bars, her body tense with longing. “No.” The word whooshed out of her as he pinched her clit. His tongue did figure eights over her breasts, circling, dipping in, then stroking out to tease the tips of her nipples.

  “Gordon ever seen you naked?”

  “No.”

  He held her by the waist, rubbing his erect cock back and forth across her clit.

  “You using any other birth control?”

  She nodded. “The pill.”

  “I'm clean,” he said as his teeth grazed against her nipple. She was breathing hard now, her lower back cold with sweat, her shoulders hot from the shower spray.

  “I'm clean, too.”

  He sucked her nipple hard into his mouth, firing desire out to her extremities like a lit fuse. She let go of the bars and buried her hands in his hair, holding his head against her breast while she danced against the tip of his cock.

  “Gordon clean?”

  She groaned, pushing her other breast against his mouth. She straddled him, steadying his cock with her hand, running her fingers along his length while she lubed it against her cunt. “You fucking Gordon or me?”

  He chuckled deep in his throat, and then shoved her down hard on him, making her cry out with pleasure.

  “You, baby, only you.” His words echoed against the tile walls.

  They fucked slowly this time, the ridge of his circumcision massaging her with each thrust. Their kisses were long and slow, too. He tasted of beer and tobacco and lovely, lovely man. She would have jumped on him years earlier if she had known how sweet he kissed, and caressed, and fucked. Oh my. His hands palmed over her breasts, her nipples sliding between his fingers as he played with them. She made little encouraging sounds between kisses and he teased her, imitating her noises, but never stopping his conquest of her body.

  “Be still.”

  She obeyed, Johnny's cock buried deep, her clit throbbing. His hands roamed every inch of her, down to her baby toes, while he kissed her neck. Her head thrown back, her eyes closed, she clung to Johnny's shoulders. She vibrated inside, desperate to move against him. So she squeezed her vaginal muscles, loving the way he groaned, his fingers stuttering over her with each internal clench.

  His kisses became licks and bites, her skin shivering under his lips. While his hands supported her back, he began sucking her tits hard and deep into his mouth to the point of pain, soothing each hard suck with the wet, hot, flat of his tongue.

  LeeAnn opened her eyes and watched Johnny pleasure her, his dark hair swinging wet around his head, his mouth an instrument of exquisite torture. His eyes caught hers and she was trapped in his penetrating, demanding gaze. His eyes locking on hers was enough to make her shudder against him over and over until he burst inside her, biting her neck with a groan as he came. They sat panting, hot mist swirling around them. LeeAnn closed her eyes so Johnny wouldn't see the longing surely reflected in them.

  He washed her hair as she hugged his waist, her knees weak when she stood. Kissing her forehead after he rinsed her off, he made her heart ache with a sudden wistfulness. To distract herself, she washed his hair, laughing when he squatted down so she could lather the top of his head.

  They dried off under the vigilant eye of Buddy.

  “Do you think he watched us?”

  “Oh, yeah. With envy. Poor guy's been fixed.”

  Johnny cradled his balls in his hands. “My sympathies, cat man.”

  LeeAnn snapped the towel against his cute bare ass and ran from the room. He chased after her, making her shriek as he tackled her on her bed.

  “You plan on staying the night?”

  “You got other plans?”

  “Yeah, smart ass. I have a real job. I have to go to work tomorrow. I was promoted today. Well, yesterday.”

  “Congratulations.” He sealed it with a kiss. “I'll be right back.” She could hear him rattling around in the kitchen, opening cabinets. Was he looking for paraphernalia to do drugs? He didn't seem like the type. Besides cigarettes, he seemed lustfully healthy.

  LeeAnn snuggled down under the comforter awaiting Johnny's return. Her contented body hummed. How nice it would be to have a man around the house all the time. Despite her many boyfriends, she'd never lived with anybody. She'd always wanted to save the experience for someone special. She'd read all the advice about not shacking up before you got married. The odds went way down on making the trip to the altar. She couldn't imagine Johnny being a homebody anyway. Performing and traveling, that was no life for kids. Wouldn't they have beautiful kids, though: brown hair and green eyes, with her nose. LeeAnn was rather fond of her nose.

  Johnny was talking to himself. She slid out of bed eager to catch him in the kitchen, hug him from the back and tease him abou
t going crazy. She stopped mid-way in the hall. He wasn't talking to himself, but rather someone on the phone.

  “Tell her I'll be back tomorrow.” LeeAnn could hear a glass connecting with the counter. Something rattling in a container. “It's none of her damn business. I'll get there in plenty of time.”

  Her. Her. Her. The word revolved in LeeAnn's brain, making her dizzy. She stumbled back to bed and buried herself under the covers. Of course, he had a girlfriend. She was ready to take up that honor and she'd only known him intimately for, what? Three hours? She groaned as she peeked at the clock, feeling like Cinderella. The glass slipper long gone, dropped in a moat somewhere. Probably eaten by an alligator.

  All of a sudden she hated her job, her life, her circumstances. What the hell had she been thinking letting Johnny get in her car? Why couldn't she stick to sensible men, like Gordon? Gordon of the soft Scottish burr, the round angelic face, the innocent blue eyes. The opposite of Johnny Dorado. Of course, he had turned her down for the concert but she could tell he was interested. She should have just shown up at his hotel room and seduced him. Then she'd already be at work this morning. Two birds with one stone.

  Johnny peeked under the covers. “What are you doing under here?”

  “Meditating. What's it look like? A girl can't sleep with you making all that racket.” Who the hell cared if he had a girlfriend? For one night he was all hers. Damn him. Maybe she'd take pictures of him naked in her bed and post them on the Internet. How mean was that? She couldn't do that to anybody. His wet hair tumbled around his face and she longed to kiss him again. She sat up, her breasts swinging free of the sheet. He eyed them appreciatively and she smiled inside. Hey, girlfriend, you got tits like these? She taunted the invisible woman.

  “I'm glad you're still awake. Here.” He thrust a glass of water at her and four pills.

  “What is it? I don't do drugs.”

  “Alcohol is a drug.”

  “Different category.”

  “It's aspirin. Your aspirin. Which is about to expire, by the way. You need to get some more by next month. Take it. It'll make you feel better in the morning.”

  LeeAnn glared at it suspiciously before she noted the trademark stamp on each pill. She swallowed them while Johnny watched. “Happy?”

  “You'll be happier when you wake up in the morning.”

  “It's already morning.”

  “Come here, smart ass.”

  They snuggled down under the covers. Johnny tucked her head against his shoulder, his fingers combing through her wet hair.

  “Sing for me.”

  “What am I? A trained monkey?”

  “Come on, LeeAnn.”

  She liked the way he said her name. Like he'd remember it when he was gone. He started singing first. Amazing Grace. She joined in. Their singing felt as intimate as their lovemaking. LeeAnn wanted to cry with contentment, but she concentrated on the notes, the words, Johnny's warm skin underneath her cheek. Johnny stopped singing, his hand still against her shoulder. She lowered her voice and sang the second verse, then the others. Not many people knew the song beyond the first verse. Her third grade teacher had made sure all of them knew all the words, even if they didn't understand them. There'd been many playground discussions of “wretch like me.”

  She rubbed Johnny's bare chest when she was done, turning her head to kiss his sweet skin, now smelling of her lavender soap. She smiled against his warmth, enjoying feeling possessive of the very public man.

  He breathed deeply, not snoring, just deep full breaths she could tell were relaxed sleep. He looked younger when asleep. The smiling crow's feet disappeared, a shadow of a smile curved his lips. She'd put it there. She ran her hand over his cheek and he turned his face toward her hand, sighing. Tears welled up in her eyes at the tender, automatic gesture.

  She turned off the light and snuggled next to him, dreaming of duets sung in the moonlight.

  Johnny woke her before her alarm. Blue-gray morning light filtered in, the sun not up yet. His teeth grazed her shoulder as his hands slid along her sides and down her legs. His rigid cock bounced against her rear. She made murmuring sounds of appreciation.

  “Good morning,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Good morning, indeed.” She gasped as his hand slid from her waist to cup her breast, his thumb taunting her nipple into a tight peak. They were tender and extra-sensitive from their play last night. She slid one leg back over his thigh as his cock slid between her legs, teasing her clit.

  “I could play with you all day.”

  There was nothing she would like better. She arched her back, giving him greater access. His fingers danced down her belly to tease her already-wet cunt. She groaned into her pillow, thrusting her ass against him.

  “I want to see you.” He slid under her, pulling her on top to straddle him. “I know you like it on top.” He swept her hair out of her face, giving her a soft kiss that grew hard and frantic. He sat up against the headboard, his cock erect between them, ready for her. LeeAnn squirmed against his balls, his pubic hair exquisitely tickling her bare cunt.

  “Maybe you should take a picture,” she teased.

  He palmed her breast, full and heavy and aching for release. “Maybe I should sign these.” His finger mimicked a pen. “Johnny Dorado was here.”

  LeeAnn tugged at his penis, running a finger up its length. “LeeAnn Mukulski was here.”

  He smiled. “Nice name. I think you're going to have to change it for the stage.”

  “Like that's going to happen.”

  “And why wouldn't it?”

  “Is this going to happen?” She slid her hand up and down his erection. She didn't want to talk about jobs; she wanted him inside her one last time.

  He shifted her up so she poised on the tip of his cock. “Ab-so-fucking-lute-ly.”

  She slid so easily over him—hard, hot, wet, perfect.

  His hands roamed over her bottom as hers slid through his sleep-tousled hair. She sighed with contentment as his tongue glided from her collarbone to her breasts, the damp trail then covered with soft kisses. His hands came up to cup her breasts, playing with them as LeeAnn began her wonderful ride, her pace slowly increasing until she was moving hard and fast, and God, she was going to come. Now.

  Her shouts shook her whole body as Johnny held her.

  She knew he hadn't come yet, so she didn't protest when he rolled her over, positioning a pillow under her hips. Doggie-style. She hated doggie-style. It was so ... impersonal. She said nothing. Hell, she'd gotten off, he ought to be entitled to his fun, she supposed. Leave Johnny Dorado with an impression of her tight ass against him. She didn't run three miles a day for nothing. She might be curvy, but she was solid.

  He didn't do the quick thrusting she expected. His hands explored her body as if she were made of clay, massaging her shoulders and her arms. Those marvelous thumbs of his dug into her back muscles, making her moan. His cock danced against her pussy, his male muscle teasing her, making promises. He massaged her ass, gently separating her cheeks to run his fingers from clit to anus, wetting her with her own juices. She sighed and wiggled against him. His hands slid around to caress her breasts and she groaned. Fucking. Amazing. Torture. Whatever he did next, she knew she would come again.

  He milked her tits, running his long fingers from chest to nipple, giving a slight tug. Her thighs opened up more, falling against the pillow, her clit craving his touch. His fingers opened her labia wide and he slowly buried his cock deep inside her. They held still, the only sound in the room their breathing and the ticking of her bathroom clock.

  Her whole body went cold then hot waiting for Johnny's next move. She tilted back ever so slightly and he took the hint, his fingers drifting to her clit, rolling it in his fingers, pinching. She cried out at the mounting tension, wanting to slow down, but knowing she was too far gone. He pushed her down so her clit rubbed against the pillow, his hands back on her breasts as he pumped into her, their bodies slapping togethe
r in a rhythm they had discovered overnight.

  LeeAnn came, falling against the mattress, holding Johnny's hands against her breasts as she screamed into the sheets. They held still again, their breathing harsh and heavy. His cock still hard and full inside her. He flexed and she contracted. He groaned and licked her back like a cat, making her shiver.

  Sliding out, he turned her over, pushing her legs wide with his knee. He slid easily back in as if he belonged there and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him close. They rocked slowly together, savoring the time, his eyes like forest-green mist in the morning light.

  Soft, wet kisses turned into a rough bonding of lips, tongues and teeth as she met him stroke for stroke, harder and harder. Their bodies banged against each other, a desperate merging of sensation. LeeAnn screamed her orgasm, raking her nails over Johnny's back. He grunted in immediate release, his body rippling over hers as she clutched him to her. They collapsed, panting, glued together with sweat and cum.

  She didn't want to talk. She didn't want to hear any false promises. So she kissed his shoulder and rolled out from under him to take a shower.

  When she left for work, he was sleeping heavily with Buddy curled around his head. “Some guard cat you are.” Kicking herself again for not having the guts to take a picture, she wrote him a note, daydreaming that he would keep it forever, his girlfriend would find it in his pocket, they would break up and he'd come back for her. What a crock of shit. She kept it cool.

  “Lovely to meet you. Let's sing a duet again soon. Always, your most ardent fan—LeeAnn".

  * * * *

  She tripped off to work at the hotel, only twenty minutes late, which the Assistant General Manager reminded her would be docked from her pay and don't forget she'd be back at the front desk when they found a replacement soon if she didn't shape up. And by the way, her immediate supervisor Madeline had called in sick, again, so she was on her own. Damn. Why hadn't she called in sick too?

  Because it was better to leave than be left.