by Abby Green
I had to admit that if there was another thing I knew about Jenna, she was a pushover for dirty-blond hair, blue eyes and a ripped body...and she would definitely be of the opinion that what happens in Miami stays in Miami.
Illicit excitement grew inside me. Could I do the same? Whatever happened in these next two weeks stayed in these two weeks. No past, no future, just now.
Maybe Johnny and Candy were right. I needed to lick my wounds after Steve and restore my own faith in my judgment. I needed to prove to myself that I hadn’t lost it completely, that I still could just do fun, without the serious relationship stuff.
And Johnny didn’t need to tell me he was all about the fun. Dark and sexy and decadent. It would be a wild ride with him. I knew it. Even as I was considering this I felt weak and guilty. But more than that I felt desire. Urgent and pounding through me with gathering force.
As if reading my mind and sensing my growing acquiescence, Johnny leaned experimentally toward me, silently asking for permission to come closer. To kiss me again.
Crap. I couldn’t resist him. I stayed silent and unmoving, damning myself with each second as he came closer and closer, our eyes locked in a silent conversation.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes...damn you.”
I saw the faintest glimmer of a smile on that sensual mouth just as everything went dark and our mouths met again. And this kiss was not like the first one.
Johnny’s touch was almost reverential, taking me off guard completely. He was asking again if I wanted this and something about his consideration made me want to smash it aside. The part of me that had gone over an edge.
I twined my arms around his neck and pressed my body close to his, and the first thing I felt was his massive hard-on, pressing into my belly. That was it, no turning back now.
My lower body throbbed — it was literally on fire. The back of the counter was digging into me, and he brought his hands up to cup my face, palms rough against my skin.
My hands were fisting in his hair, holding him close. Any hint of consideration was gone. The kiss morphed into heat and desperation and became fast and furious. Intoxicating. His tongue roughly stroked mine, dominating. I was just as demanding, sucking him in deep, teeth nipping and biting.
I was bent back over the service counter with the force of it, his arms wrapped tight around me now, my hands like claws in his hair. He tasted...amazing. Like my richest darkest fantasies.
He drew back for a moment to rest his forehead on mine and I was shocked at how fast we were both breathing. Already. I loosened my fingers in his hair.
He drew back more and straightened up but didn’t take his arms from around me. He looked at me and I felt dazed.
“Jesus, Ashling.” His voice sounded thick. I could feel his erection, imagined it straining against his jeans, and my mouth watered.
He reached out and took a lock of long blond hair between his fingers, pulling gently. “You’re so damn beautiful, do you know that?”
Men had given me compliments before but something about the way Johnny said it made me quiver inside. I tried to negate it by saying, “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”
He looked at me and I saw something dangerous glint in those eyes. Perversely it comforted me.
“Take off your T-shirt.”
I liked the way he said that. Commanding. Reaching for the hem, I pulled it up and off, nipples already pebble hard and stinging with arousal. The T-shirt fell to the ground and my legs almost gave way when Johnny’s eyes fixed on my breasts. His hand went to where his dick was clearly outlined in the crotch of his jeans and he stroked it almost absently.
My bra was black and sheer, and I could imagine my nipples pushing against the thin material like offerings. He’d lifted me to sit on the counter behind me with such effortless ease that I was barely aware of what he was doing. And then I couldn’t think because his hands were on my hips and he was lodged between my legs and his mouth was on my breast, exploring the hard tip before suckling it through the sheer material.
I gasped. Some guys could suck my nipples for hours and give me nothing but a headache, but this... Christ...I hadn’t even realized I’d spoken out loud. Johnny’s mouth was alternately hard and then soft, teasing and forceful. Rough tongue licking and flicking the hard flesh, making me think of how it would feel between my legs.
He left one breast to tend to the other and I had to tense secret inner muscles for a second at the prospect of coming after so little stimulation, which had never happened to me before.
Then he undid my bra and pulled it off, and I shivered when the damp material pulled away from my wet skin. He cupped both breasts now, molding them with his big hands, calluses on his palms a toe-curling friction against my skin. Fingers pinched me, drawing my nipples even tighter and harder.
I bit my lip and then tried to reach for his T-shirt. He looked at me, eyes dark and slumberous.
“I want to see you, too.” My voice sounded far too needy to my ears.
He let me go to stand back for a moment, and between my legs spasmed as if to beg him to come back. My pussy was so engorged with blood and wet heat that I wondered if there was a damp patch in my jeans.
Johnny reached his arms over his head and pulled off his T-shirt from his back, forward. A very masculine move. And when he was revealed my mouth went dry. I think I stopped breathing for a long minute. Ripped was a word that was invented for what Johnny’s chest was. Beautifully muscled but lean and taut. Hairy, but with just a faint smattering across his pecs, which led down to that delicious line that dissected his six-pack.
His hands were on his jeans now. I would have insisted on undressing him but I was afraid my legs wouldn’t hold me up. Those big hands undid the buttons with excruciating slowness.
And then he was putting his hands to his jeans and pushing them down, taking his underwear with them. Crapping, crappity crap. I almost complained that he should have given me forewarning.
My eyes widened helplessly as Johnny stepped out of his clothes and kicked them aside. His dick was big enough to make my inner body tighten with anticipation and also tense because I wondered if he’d be too big.
Completely bizarrely, emotion gripped me, when emotion shouldn’t have been involved at all. I was terrified Johnny might see it, so I looked up at him and cocked a brow. “Well, I had no idea the boys from back home could be so...well hung.”
Johnny smirked. “You learn something new every day, darlin’.”
The emotion in my chest eased. I looked down again, fascinated. Veins ran along his shaft and he put a hand to it and stroked himself. The head was beautiful, bulbous, and I saw the telltale glisten of pre-come. I wanted to lick it. I was about ready to slither off the counter and land in a heap on the floor when he came over to me. And then his hands were on the buttons of my jeans, efficiently opening them.
“Lift your hips.”
Somehow I did, and he pulled my jeans down and off. I went to take off my panties, too, feeling greedy now, but he stopped me with a hand, coming close between my legs.
“No, leave them on. I thought about this when I was watching you that first night.”
“You did?”
His dick was too much of an enticement not to touch, and as our mouths met again, this time with a little less desperation, I wrapped my hand around him with relish, loving the feel of how stiff and thick he was. The hot silky skin sliding over and back under my fingers.
He groaned deep in his throat and pulled back. Color slashed his cheeks. “I need you now, Ash.”
I liked him calling me Ash. I looked at him, feeling wanton and powerful. “So have me.”
He lifted me down off the counter and brought me over to the oak counter that ran along the back wall which had a huge mirror hanging over it. I got a jolt to see us
reflected, Johnny so tall and dark behind me. My skin was flushed, eyes huge and bright. He pressed me close to the counter and came behind me. I could feel his cock between us just above my ass.
He wrapped an arm around me and his head came down where he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.
“I saw you and wanted to do this.”
I felt breathless because his other hand was on my ass now, cupping it, smoothing.
“Do what?”
And then I groaned out loud when he slid his fingers between my legs over the gusset of my panties, parting my legs. And then I realized why he had his arm around me as my legs shook.
He stroked me back and forth through the material of my panties, and I could hear the slickness of my body. Biting my lip, begging him silently through the mirror where our eyes met, I almost screamed when he slipped underneath the material to my wet flesh, fingers parting my lips and releasing even more wetness.
His eyes flashed with masculine pleasure. “Jesus, you’re soaked.”
I tried to glare at him but it didn’t really come off because he was sliding a long finger inside me now, slowly, and easing it out again, watching me all the while. And then it was two fingers. My back arched at the exquisite sensation and I had to close my eyes.
“Open your eyes, Ash.”
Ash. The way he said it made me want to purr like a little kitten.
His arm around me moved, and a hand came over one breast, fingers trapping a nipple and squeezing. I couldn’t breathe. His fingers were moving faster now, thrusting deep inside my body.
“Christ...Johnny...”
“What is it?” He kissed me again, hot and wet on my shoulder, mouth open, sucking hard, and then soothing with his tongue.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him in the reflection of the mirror. And when he looked up at me with those dark blue eyes, hot with lust, I came around his fingers in a spasming rush like the greenest of virgins being touched for the first time.
My whole body was still pulsating when Johnny removed his fingers from my clenching pussy. As I watched, still coasting on a wave of ecstasy, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked one of the fingers that had just been inside me, fucking me.
Shit. Was there anything sexier than a man wanting to taste your very essence?
Then his arm released me and he growled softly, “Don’t move.”
I wanted to laugh at the notion but I was still too stunned. He credited me with way too much control. He disappeared from sight for a moment and then he reappeared, his eyes cast down. I looked behind and almost groaned to see him roll a condom onto that hard dick, jealous of the latex.
It looked even bigger now. Angry. And I would have thought I was too sensitive, that it was too soon, that two fingers had felt full, but then he was behind me again, arm around me, and suddenly I was desperate for him. When he spread my legs my clit throbbed.
His fingers yanked my panties aside again and he stroked me, surprisingly gently over the sensitized cells of my pussy. And then I could feel the broad head of him at my entrance and pushed back against him.
Our eyes locked in the mirror as Johnny slowly impaled me with his cock. He saw my eyes widen, and I bit my lips. My eyes watered slightly. He pressed close, impaling me more.
“Okay?”
I moved experimentally. Okay? It was more than okay. I nodded. I couldn’t speak. I’d never felt so full and yet so greedy for more.
Johnny took his arm from around me and put his hands on my hips, drawing me back toward him so that my body bent forward more, arms resting on the counter.
“Nearly there, sweetheart.”
I was about to ask what he meant when he thrust again and suddenly I could feel him touching me, deeper than anyone ever had before. I gasped, and my fingers flexed and curled tight on the countertop. And still our eyes were locked.
Slowly, he drew out again before thrusting back in, hands tight on my hips. He came closer behind me, spreading my legs more. I could feel his lower belly slap against me with each glide of his body into mine. I circled my hips impatiently, needing more.
He smiled. A smile so sexy and cocky that my body pulsed around him and his cheeks got more flushed.
“Christ, Ash,” he muttered, “you feel so good. Like the hottest, tightest sheath around my cock.”
His words sent a spasm of pleasure through my core. “I...” I gasped. “You...” But I couldn’t speak, because Johnny was slamming into me now, and it was all I could do to stay standing. As if reading my mind, he put his arm around me again and it brought him even closer as he thrust up and in and out. A hand cupped my breast, squeezing a nipple between his fingers.
My last climax had come quickly and broken over me like a delicious wave. But I could feel this one coming and was almost scared of its power. My body was tightening inexorably around Johnny’s cock, I felt sweat drip onto my back just as I noticed how slippery my own skin was.
My back arched and my head went back, eyes shut tight. Johnny brought his other hand down over my belly and in between my legs. His fingers were wet and slippery against me. Soaked with my own juices? Jesus.
After the briefest flick of his fingers against my clit, my body was wrenched out of my control by the strongest, most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced. It turned my whole being into a clenching, soaring, tightening mass of muscles that pushed him over the edge, too, as he thrust so deeply that I cried out loud before he collapsed over me, his arms the only thing holding me upright.
It was only after our breathing had started to slow that I realized my legs were trembling. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see grooves from where my fingers had dug into the oak counter, like some kind of paranormal animal. What had just happened felt paranormal.
I felt undone. Turned inside out.
Slowly Johnny withdrew, his erection still impressively big. My muscles quivered as they let him go. I couldn’t look at him anymore. I felt raw. There was an enigmatic silence between us, as if neither of us had quite expected it to be that intense.
Johnny’s voice was gruff. “We need to shower. Isn’t Liam and Caitlin’s apartment upstairs?”
Immediately I tensed, still avoiding Johnny’s eye. I bent down to pick up my T-shirt, hauling it on and muttering, “I don’t have a key. There’s a shower in the staff room.”
I straightened up and went to walk away when my arm was caught and Johnny turned me back. He was frowning. “Hey, are you okay?”
I couldn’t answer. That bizarre pang of emotion was in my chest again. I still wore my panties but they were ruined, probably torn and soaked through. I felt utterly exposed in a way that I hadn’t felt even after Steve’s revelations. Terrified of that implication, I pushed everything down deep inside me and smiled at him. “I’m fine.”
He was still naked, even though he held his jeans in his hand. He came close and cupped my jaw with a hand, his thumb rubbing back and forth. “Good, because that was amazing.”
And just like that desire overwhelmed me again, rushing through my body like an unstoppable wave. I took Johnny’s hand and led him down to the staff room, ignoring my guilty conscience when we passed the door leading to the stairs to the apartment.
After switching on the shower, I stripped off and stepped in, and Johnny followed me, steam quickly enveloping us in a cocoon. He lathered up his hands with soap and turned me to face the wall, cleaning me with such thorough efficiency that by the time he turned me around again I was panting and dizzy with lust, my pussy swollen and needy all over again. I felt like whimpering. How could he do this to me?
He stood there, magnificent and huge. His cock hard again and straining up toward his belly. I reached out and touched him. It glistened. Unable to stop myself, I bent forward and took him into my mouth, my tongue exploring the head and that tantalizing slit.
Johnny’s breath hissed through his teeth. His hands came to my head, tangling in the wet strands of my hair. I went down on my knees on the stall floor, one hand on his dick at the base and the other on his ass, holding him to me.
He moved us so that he was shielding me from the spray of the shower. I pumped him gently with my fist, squeezing and releasing and as I worked him deeper into my mouth.
“Shit, don’t stop.”
It was a request, but sounded like a plea for mercy. His hips started to move, thrusting softly toward me, forcing me to pull back slightly. He tasted hot and musky. The salt of his pre-come oozing down my throat. I let him pop out of my mouth to explore him with my tongue, licking him like an ice-pop, tongue running along a throbbing vein.
When I took him fully in my mouth again I felt him tense all over. I could sense he was close, his fingers almost painful in my hair now, his hips jerking. He tried to pull me away, muttering and cursing but I gripped his muscular buttock, not letting him.
“Shite, Ash, I’m coming.”
And I wanted him to come, more than anything. His cock seemed to swell against my tongue even more, and as I fisted him, he exploded into my mouth in a rush of hot release, spurting against the back of my throat, where I swallowed him.
When he’d finished, I looked up, and he was staring down at me, looking dazed. I took my mouth away but couldn’t resist a lick to his head, taking the last drops of his come. I felt all-conquering, powerful. And my mind was thankfully blank of anything deeper than this.
Johnny put his hands under my arms and lifted me. The folds of my pussy were slick between my legs. He kissed me and drowned me in fresh heat. He backed me up against the wall and raised my hands above my head, keeping them there and together easily with one of his.
He drew back and I looked at him, achy with want, hips circling impatiently. He put his hand between my legs, and when he thrust his fingers into me, I came around them within seconds, far too turned on after that blow job to be able to hold back.