by KyAnn Waters
Johnny braced above her and fit the crown to the drenched opening of her pussy. He squeezed his cock hard as he slipped in. Taking a deep breath, staring into her eyes, he buried himself full hilt. Dear god, he was home.
What had she done? Krissy would peel back her fingernails digging into the carpet before she'd clutch Johnny's back and buck as her body desperately desired. Each long, powerful thrust of his cock brought her closer to a euphoric pinnacle. Damn it. This was not how she imagined tonight.
Slow slide in. Easing out. A groan from his lips as he surged again. Deeper. He triggered a spark of pleasure in her core that built, taking her where she was afraid to go. Heat seared her insides. Nipple to clit throbbed with need. Slowly out and screwing into her again. She moaned and arched into his hips, stoking the flames even hotter.
“Baby,” he whispered, pulling out until only the tip remained in her tunnel and sliding in again.
“No whispering sweet nothings,” she murmured. The blunt head of his cock thrust hard, colliding with the top of her channel. “It's against the rules.” She couldn't stop herself from wrapping one leg around his hip and bowing off the floor.
Johnny wasn't supposed to make every cell in her body sing his name. When he slipped his fingers into her, he'd applied a delicious pressure and made her clench in anticipation of his cock. She hadn't expected this...this...nothing compared to this. Heaven was having Johnny inside of her. He felt so good. His cock was a perfect fit, stretching her, filling her, spiraling her into euphoria. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out.
Braced above her, he slowed his rhythm and crammed her full of his cock with a deep downward thrust. The lines of his face softened. She'd never seen him from this angle. Well, of course, she hadn't. This was the first time they'd made love. No, damn it! This was just sex. A means to an end. Yet, his bright eyes sparkled. While fucking her, there was tenderness in his touch.
His hips shifted, digging in and reaching unbelievably deeper. Krissy cried out and banded her legs around his hips. She couldn't stop her reactions to him. Hot, hard strokes. Then he plunged faster into her slick channel. Leaning over her, he braced his weight with his outstretched arms. The friction and heat in her core radiated out, warming her. Nipples tightened and she arched off the floor again. Her head thrashed. Johnny groaned, sliding between her drenched folds, raking her clit in just the right way. The way he moved, his growls of pleasures, the flex and strain of his muscles, he was sex and lust in motion.
“Fuck, you feel incredible.” Johnny's lips hinted at a smile as he stared into her face. Krissy slammed her eyes shut and fisted her hands in the afghan. “You okay?” he asked.
“No!” Krissy wiggled to free herself. “You can't look into my eyes. That's a bond, Johnny. We can't afford to be bonding.” She pushed at his hips, forcing his cock from her body and squirmed out from under him.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like? I'm changing positions.” On her hands and knees, she repositioned so that she could bite the couch cushion if she needed to scream.
“You have the best ass.” He caressed her left cheek.
“You're breaking the rules.” She knew she whined, but he wasn't playing fair.
Following the crease of her ass, he probed between her legs with his fingers. Cream trickled along her thigh, her cream. Damn, she melted from the heat of his touch. Her clit ached and her channel clenched, waiting for him to plunge into her again.
“Oh, hell.” She shivered as he circled her opening, spreading her fluids, then sliding two fingers into her cunt. “No. I want your cock. Hurry.”
He chuckled and replaced his fingers with his cock. Her walls stretched, sucked him deeper, and tightened around him. His groan rolled from his chest and straight into her. Each thrust created a spark of electricity that shot from the top of her channel straight into her brain.
“Johnny, you have to hurry.” She gripped the couch, arched her back like a feline, and purred in the back of her throat. He felt too good, made her respond like she shouldn't. She pushed back as he slammed forward, sheathing his cock in her slippery sleeve. She whimpered, her body breaking apart, speeding toward release.
“You're so fucking hot. This is sexy.” His finger traced the gecko on her lower back.
“No more talking! I'm not sexy.” She moved against him. “Oh, hell, our fucking wasn't supposed to feel incredible. Johnny, you're doing it wrong.” But oh, he was doing her so right.
She wanted to look over her shoulder, but she wouldn't. She didn't have the strength to see Johnny, have him inside her, and remain uninvolved.
“That's a caress!” She batted his hand off her ass.
“I need to hold on,” he offered as an excuse. Damn him. He gripped her hips and drove into her hard and fast. The slapping sounds of their wet bodies coming together aroused her further. His glides were forceful and sharp and turning her insides to liquid.
“Damn it, Johnny!” Her back arched. Thrashing from side to side, she couldn't hold still to bite the cushion. “No,” she cried out as her body tensed, every muscle burning and her pussy shattering in mind- numbing contractions. The powerful orgasm stole her breath. White light blinded behind closed eyes. Spasms rocked her core, clenching his cock in a silken glove.
Johnny smacked her ass.
The sting didn't hinder her response, but made her arch for more. “That's deliberate,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, so is this.” He angled his hip and penetrated deeper.
She glared at him over her shoulder. “You've proved your point, now prove your virility.”
On the verge of orgasm, his cock hardened and felt even bigger. If he didn't come quickly, she was going to join him and come again. A multiple was completely out of the question.
Determined to send him over the edge, she reached between her legs, gently fondled his balls, rolling them between her fingers. Her fluids made their joined bodies slippery and too erotic to allow the intensity to build. She grabbed his balls and tugged. With a shout, Johnny shot off like a rocket. Ribbons of cum bathed her channel. Each hot pulsing jet should have reminded her of the plan, the baby. But all she could do was revel in the feel of Johnny, his thick, solid cock, his groan of release, and his labored breath.
As soon as Johnny slipped from her body, Krissy rolled onto her side.
“Holy shit.” He sat back on his haunches. A sheen of sweat glistened on his torso. Damp hair clung to his forehead and curled over his ears. He still looked too good.
“I wasn't supposed to come, you ass.” She knocked him off balance.
He laughed at her. “Hand me my boxers.”
Krissy reached for his jeans and then grabbed her own.
“Don't get dressed,” he said as he stood. “I heard it increases your chance of conception if you lay down for twenty minutes.” He pulled on his boxer shorts. “That's about how long it'll take me to recover.” He started toward the kitchen.
“How do you know so much about conception?” she called to him, slipping a pillow under her butt to help the sperm seek out their target. She pulled the afghan over her legs and crossed her fingers. Probably just like Johnny, the little swimmers wouldn't know how to follow directions. “Recover for what?”
He came back into the living room with a diet soda and leaned against the wall. “For round two.”
Chapter Five
Can They Keep A Secret?
“Do you want me to stay?”
Krissy shook her head. Johnny didn't want to leave, but he understood Krissy's confusion. Making love changed them. Neither was ready to admit it, but the uncomfortable silence hung in the air like a suffocating shroud. What had transpired on the floor twice and on the couch once already strained their friendship. They weren't just friends anymore. Whether she admitted it or not, without sharing a single kiss during sex, they were lovers.
“I'll see you tomorrow.” She opened the door.
He gently touched h
er cheek. She took two steps back and his hand dropped to his side. “Don't pull away.” They'd followed her rules. It hadn't mattered. “It'll be okay. Think about the baby.”
Her hand went to her stomach. “I could be pregnant.”
Or not. He needed this week to convince her that friendship was the best foundation for a relationship. Tomorrow he'd work on breaking a few more of her rules. Tonight he'd leave her to sort through the confusion. Hell, he needed the time, too. Being together had been magic. Krissy claimed she wasn't ready for commitment any more than he was ready for fatherhood. He'd plunged into, well, her. And if it took every breath from his body, he'd convince her of the rest.
“I have a break in classes at ten.” He took his keys from his pocket. “Are you sure you're okay”
She nodded. “Just tired.”
“Call me if you need me.” He knew she wouldn't. As much as he hated leaving, he did.
Krissy closed the door behind Johnny, her worst fears realized. No touching, at least no unnecessary touching. No kisses, no caresses, and Johnny still gave her the best orgasm of her life with the perfect length, girth, and acumen to spiral her into oblivion. She was in trouble. He made her pulse race, and her skin tingle. Even now, when she should be sore and completely sated, she wanted him back— she wanted more.
She went to the window and watched him leave. He took purposeful steps to his truck. The span of his shoulders and the tapering of his torso reminded her of how he looked braced above her. Hot and sexy and totally into her. So much for her brilliant idea of keeping their encounter without passion.
The engine roared, and the truck pulled out of the parking lot. Releasing a deep sigh, she spun around. The couch now reminded her of the way she'd straddled his lap, careful to keep her hands on the couch backrest. However, her nipples had brushed against his incredible, bare chest. Had she not worn the tank top, Johnny would have had his mouth on her breasts. Moreover, she would've initiated it.
Any other day he'd crash on her sofa. Tonight sleep would be impossible with him in the next room. She'd known Johnny practically her whole life and never considered it could be so intense between them. Men never took the upper hand during sex or any other time. She made her own rules and lived by them. After one night of sex with Johnny, her hope to keep their involvement simple melted away. Somehow, he got inside and now she found herself invested. Damn him for turning her on and being so good.
Her heart pounded and her stomach flipped with just with the memory of the tenderness in his eyes. Not googly- eyes. She saw straight into his heart. How were they ever going to keep their encounters impersonal if she fell in love? Steeling her resolve, Krissy decided the solution would be simple enough. She just wouldn't.
She went to her room and snuggled into bed. Her eyes closed and she sighed. Time felt as if she'd barely fallen asleep when she woke and squinted against the morning sun streaming through her bedroom blinds, feeling as if she hadn't rested at all.
Johnny never crossed into her sanctuary last night, yet he invaded her bed, weaved himself into her dreams. Sitting up, she combed her hair with her fingers and focused on the alarm clock numbers. Nine thirty- seven! Twenty- three minutes to grab a shower, brush her teeth, and get ready for Johnny to come have non- committal sex with her. It would not be making love.
Krissy scrambled down the hall and into the bathroom. After turning on the shower, she stuffed her toothbrush into her mouth and brushed her teeth while the water warmed. Oh hell! Staring at her reflection, she groaned. Mascara smudges had given her raccoon eyes. A pink pimple shined on her chin, such a lovely image for Johnny to focus on. Better than her eyes.
Ugh. What was she doing thinking about whether Johnny found her attractive? For that matter, maybe she should stink. Anything to speed him up on the follow through because she couldn't take another two- hour romp and still obey the rules.
Standing in the shower, inspiration struck. She had the perfect solution.
Paying attention to the lecture was impossible. All Johnny's thoughts centered on Krissy and last night. Krissy with her jaw locked, gritting her teeth, trying hard not to come, but breaking apart anyway. He'd never before felt a surge of adrenaline as he did when her body convulsed around him. That he brought her pleasure increased his own.
His cell phone vibrated in his pocket. Flipping open the phone, he read the text message, then accessed the photo attachment. Drew stood next to the hot tub at his condo with a couple of hot and wet girls wearing bikinis and wide smiles. Might sound appealing before last night, but now he had ten minutes left in class and a five minute drive until he had a hot, wet and willing woman of his own. Johnny returned the text message. Another time.
If he bailed out of class a couple of minutes early, he'd have time to stop for coffees and bagels. He joggled his knee. Glancing around the room, looking for the most convenient path to make his escape, he grabbed his satchel and made a beeline for the south door exit.
Fifteen minutes later, he was at her apartment door, but she wasn't answering his knock. Putting his key in the lock, he let himself in. “Krissy, it's just me.” He shut then relocked the door. Making his way through the living room, he couldn't help smiling as he remembered their encounter.
“Krissy?” He set the coffee and bagels in the kitchen. That's when he heard the shower.
He had two choices. He could let himself into the bathroom and join her. Erasing her rules in one act— guaranteeing himself a slippery hellcat. Instead, he took his coffee into the living room, sat on the couch, and kicked off his shoes. Picking up the remote, he turned on the television.
“You're early.” Krissy stood at the threshold of the room with one towel wrapped turban style and the other around her body. Legs bare nearly to her ass, cleavage cresting the top of the towel as her arms held it closed. His body's response was instant. He moved on instinct. Crossing the room, he almost smiled as she countered his steps until her back was against the wall.
“Johnny, wait.” She put her hand on his chest.
He grabbed the towel on her head and pulled it off. Her damp hair cascaded past her shoulders, clinging to her skin. “I want to see you naked.” He tucked his finger between her breasts and hooked the towel. “All of you.”
“Renegotiate the contract? I had a similar thought when I was in the shower.”
His smile widened. She could've hit him with a truck. He thought he'd have to get her hot and whimpering before he asked for at least one of the rules to be broken. Before he had a chance to ask if he could kiss, touch, caress, or heaven help him, taste her, she continued.
“I'll compromise. I won't get dressed, but I need a distraction. Last night was too intimate. Don't give me that look.” She pushed him back. “You know it was good.”
“Great, actually.”
“For your information, that's the problem. So this morning while I showered, I remembered this one really disturbing event in my life. It seemed to me that it just might be the perfect solution.”
Johnny followed her to the couch. She tucked the corner of the towel tightly between her breasts and picked up his coffee.
“I'll get the other one. I think I need to be sitting down for this.” He hurried to the kitchen, came back with the second coffee and the bagels and set them on the coffee table. “Can't wait to hear what you've come up with, so lay it on me.” He sat in the recliner and rested his forearms on his knees.
“It's a long story, but basically I once had this dream. I remember it well because Shelby, Casey, and I laughed for weeks. Granted, it was funny. But I was permanently scarred. Disturbing doesn't come close. I couldn't use my vibrator for weeks.”
“I want to see your vibrator. Can I use it on you?”
“Focus, I'm telling you a story. At one time, I loved having sex in my dreams. After this...event, I went to bed terrified I'd have a recurring nightmare because I couldn't stop thinking about it.”
“Sounds serious. So what happened?”
Sh
e took a bagel from the bag. “I was having a perfectly great erotic dream. All the players were there.”
“Who was it?”
“Doesn't matter, never reached the peak. The dream went scary wrong. We headed for the shower.”
“I want to know who the we were.”
She rolled her eyes. “Imagine that it was you.”
“Was it?”
“Maybe.”
“Were we as good in your dreams as we were last night?”
“This particular dream didn't reach climax. There was a slight problem in the bathroom. Someone was already in my shower.”
It didn't sound scary to him. Sounded interesting.
“I pulled open the shower curtain.” She demonstrated the action. “Regis Philbin asked for the soap.”
Johnny laughed.
“He was naked in my shower and I swear to god, I cataloged every part of his body. Every wrinkle and let's just say I had the image of those wrinkled parts burned into my corneas. I saw his penis! I woke up in a sweat. Not the good sweat, but the kind that leads you to believe you have the flu.” She took a bite of bagel, a drink of coffee, and swallowed. “So I was thinking that I might be able to control my body's response to you if we watch Regis and Kelly while we're having sex.”
He didn't know what to say, so he just stared.
“I will compromise on the bed. I've got a TV in my room and— ” She looked at the clock above the door. “We're in luck. It's after ten and the show is on.” She took one last drink of her coffee, stood, and held her hand out to Johnny. “Do you need motivation?” She loosened the towel but didn't let it drop.
“Some less secure men might take offence to your micro- managing. Since I'm secure in our arrangement, I think you should know I'm looking at these new developments as a personal challenge.”
“You're going to make me come?”
“As many times as I can.” He followed her into the bedroom. “Since we're renegotiating, do I get to touch your breasts?”
Johnny left after lunch. He loved the smirk on Krissy's face when he said good- bye. That was, right before she slammed the door. She issued the challenge and he rose to the occasion. Several times.