by Azure Boone
Johnny gave a painful sounding groan that lit a fire in my belly. He pushed my legs open with his own and drove his finger in, deep, like he’d push through me. I cried out, officially overwhelmed and distracted, ready to faint when he did that flicking thing with his finger inside.
I laid there, face pressed into the mattress, Johnny’s mouth next to mine, our moans and gasps mingling as he began driving his finger in little short thrusts, always like he wanted to push through each time. He added to my ecstasy letting his free finger slide over my clit. I lifted, making it easier, never needing or wanting something more.
“God you’re beautiful,” he half groaned, jabbing his finger deep and fast.
“Yes, yes!” I held tight to the sheets. God he was so good at this.
Johnny slowly slid his finger out of me, drawing a whimper then a gasp when he passed his wet finger between my ass cheeks and over my tight butt. I was ready to beg him not to quit when he moved on top of me, his hard chest against my back, his legs pushing mine wider. “Yes, do it.” I gripped the sheets and lifted my butt, desperate for what was coming. His hard cock pressed at my entrance then slid over me softly, from the bottom of my slit, up to my clit, rubbing wonderful circles before sliding back lower.
He kissed my cheek, then moved his lips to my ear. “Your ass feels so good when you push that way.” He pressed the head of his cock into me and I gasped, lifting higher, trying to draw him in. He growled and drew out, sliding it to my clit for more of those fire building circles.
I was soon groaning with need. “Please, do it, do it, give it to me.”
The agony in his groan came with his thrust into me, followed by his sharp exhale in my ear. Remaining buried, he covered my hands with his. “Hold me.” I opened my fingers and he laced his in mine and squeezed. He placed soft kisses on the shell of my ear, pulling slowly out and driving back in.
My desperate gasp matched his own. He latched his mouth onto my shoulder and sucked, the sounds of intense hunger rumbling through his chest against my back. He drew out slowly again. Good lord, fuck me Johnny. His hot muscular chest pressed into my back and he tightened his fingers in mine as he thrust back in.
His mouth was at my ear again, hot breaths ragged. “I’m going to fuck you till you scream my name now.”
My God.
And did he ever. His thrusts began to slowly increase in speed and intensity, driving my moans louder with each.
He suddenly released my hands and lifted up. I drew in a sharp breath when his fingers clamped down on my hips and lifted me bottom off the bed. Then screamed when he pulled me hard onto his erection, his body hitting against mine, filling me. Gripping my hips tight, he moved me on and off of him, his strong fingers digging with every jerk. I screamed. Yes, yes, yes.
“Fuck, Jewel,” he growled and began moving me faster on him. “Fuck yes, yes.”
My cries increased with his force and speed as I mindlessly fulfilled his prophecy from a minute before. “Johnny! Johnny! Oh my God yes, yes! Johnny!” I clenched the sheets and held on while he overwhelmed me with his rigorous passion. I’d never felt anything like it. And I never loved anything more.
His hardness disappeared and he roared. I looked back, feeling his hot seed spurting on my butt and lower back. I quickly turned and grabbed hold of him, licking and sucking the remains, watching his beautiful jaw harden with the pleasure. God he was glorious. His chest heaved as I stroked his balls, still so tight. I rubbed my other hand over silk-rock abs, amazed that I could still be hungry for him.
He finally lowered his head and locked blue eyes on me. They were so intense, it made me whimper. “Lay down.” The command was half growl, half gasp.
My clit throbbed at the sound, at what it promised. I never took my eyes from his as I obeyed.
“Hold your legs wide open for me. I’m going to lick and suck you till you come.”
There was no stopping my desperate moan. The way he said the words lick and suck you—like a deed that was long overdue me. My Lord. I swallowed and lay back, trembling with need and half knowing. I drew my knees up and opened as wide as I could for him.
His brows drew together as he drank in the view and his mouth opened and remained that way as he stared, his sexy pink tongue sliding eagerly over his lower lip. For a second, he got that same look from earlier and I half worried he’d tell me not to move and go fetch his brushes and easel.
“You are so beautiful.” His head shook with the amazed words and my clit ached just under this gaze. He finally let his eyes slowly rake up my body, his chest heaving more when they paused at my tight breasts, nipples hard and tall. By the time he made it to my eyes, I was mewling with need and anticipation.
Without breaking eye contact, his finger met my slit and slid over it. I strained to keep my eyes open, watching him, holding that immaculate gaze. He searched my eyes, while wiggling his finger into me. My mouth opened in short gasps, squeezing him tight. “You like it Jewel?”
I narrowed my brows at his silky whisper, straining for his touch and nodding my answer.
“Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want, how you want it.”
Heaven help me, like one of those love slaves in those romance novels I’d read so very long ago. What I wanted? How? “Deeper Johnny.”
He knew this. “Mmmm, yes. You like it deep.” He plunged in and I gasped.
“What else do you like? You like this?”
I cried out when he flicked that spot deep inside me so fast. “Yes, God yes.” I pumped my hips and arched my back.
“I know you do.” His voice filled with awe and excitement, and I think even joy. “And you like this.”
He rammed his finger in and out, fast and deep, hand smacking against my butt with every mind-blowing thrust. “Oh God, yes! Yes!.” I squirmed and writhed. “Yes, that—do that, please!”
The sound of his finger moving in and out of my slick heat brought my orgasm on a silver platter. He suddenly withdrew his finger and I yelped in shock.
“I told you I was going to lick you and suck you till you came.” Again he said the words in such a provocative way.
I waited helpless as he positioned between my legs. With eager fingers, he gripped the juncture at my upper thighs and opened me more. I felt his hot breath on me first then he tenderly and carefully nestled his lips in mine. I clenched the sheets and wiggled my hips in a long moan of utter amazement and satisfaction. Felt so naughty and divine all at once.
His lips and tongue meshed against me, moving like he was searching for something just beneath the skin. I tried to help him, he was right on it. I pushed and pumped my hips. “Yes, do it, lick me.” I moaned the plead, moving up on my elbows to watch him, wanting to burn it into my brain, wanting to never forget what his face looked like buried between my legs. He slowly sliced those razor blue eyes up to mine and it stole my breath. He stared right at me while he made out with my privates. I pumped against his mouth in rapid spurts, feeling like the pleasurable shock would forever be on my face.
Without breaking eye contact, he moaned back in answer, digging his fingers into the muscle at my upper thighs, then moving his mouth rapidly on me. He pressed his lips enough to form a light suction right on my clit before strobe flicking it with his tongue. The intensity stilled me before bringing an eruption of squirms, moans, and shudders.
I had to wonder if he could read my mind when he eagerly slipped one of his long fingers inside me. His other hand snaked slowly up over my stomach until it softly clamped on my breast. He kneaded with the same tenderness he’d first administered with his mouth. Then he lightly brushed his palm over the very tip of my nipple, shooting fire straight to my clit. I cried out and arched, flicking my hips on his mouth with eager, incessant grunts while he ate me like pudding.
Then I was there, knocking on heaven’s door. “Oh—I’m—I’m coming, I’m coming.” I wiggled my hips on his mouth and Johnny groaned and jammed his finger deep. The delicious feeling of his hand
hitting my butt brought the full explosion. My hands flew to his head, pulling his hair, holding him firmly to the fire in my clit. “Yes, yes, yes!” The wonderful waves shuddered hard and long through me.
Before I was quite done, Johnny covered me with his warm body and drove his cock in me. I held on to him tight with my arms and legs.
“Look at me!” he rasped.
My eyes flew open at hearing the desperate need and ache in his voice. Those brows furrowed while he stared into my gaze and drove in and out of me. With each plunge, my mouth opened a little wider, my screams growing louder. “Johnny, Johnny, yes! Yes!”
Minutes later, he again pulled out of me with a roar and rained his molten seed all over my stomach. The entire time, I never broke eye contact, and neither did he. Honestly, in all my life, I’d never felt anything like it. Such a connection he made to the deepest part of my being, places I had no clue even existed. He just walked right on in and marked me with some kind of forever.
Then he fell on me and kissed me. Kissed my mouth with the same careful tenderness as he had my privates. At first it was a little awkward tasting myself on him. But when he captured my jaw in his hand and hungrily plundered my mouth like a rare delicacy, I was officially hooked. Surely, nothing had ever tasted more delicious than the essence of my soul on the lips and tongue of such a glorious moon-looking-god of a man. Absolutely nothing.
“Mmmmmmmm,” was how he ended the kiss finally. The sound was a deep purring in his chest and I could hardly believe it made me horny all over again! “Feel better?” he whispered.
I nibbled on his full lower lip, vaguely wondering over the question. Had I not been feeling good at some point? Ever? I answered with a light moan and nod, running my fingers through his silky hair, loving the way it fell around his face.
“Good. I want to cook for you. Then paint more of you.” He leaned and kissed me deeply for several seconds, drawing a whimper out of me. “And then I want to make love to you. In the shower. And the kitchen.” He punctuated the locations with tongue-licks on my lips. “And then I want to fuck you. Hard and fast. While you’re bent over the couch.”
My breaths sharpened and he stroked his thumb over my face. “God you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, do you know that?”
I fluttered my eyes closed, letting his words in. Letting them saturate my sorry little soul. “I think… I know what you mean.” I was out of breath with how much I knew what he meant.
I felt his lips smile on mine. “You do?”
I nodded. “You’re the most… beautiful man I’ve ever seen too.”
I felt the smile on his lips slowly fade and his fingers tense on my jaw before he ravished my mouth again, that raspy tongue of his stroking boldly, telling me you’re mine. As if that needed saying. I kneaded the muscles at his neck, wanting to communicate the same thing back, but I just didn’t have the confidence he had. But maybe I could learn. Maybe.
Chapter Six
“What are you hungry for?”
My cheeks warmed at his husky tone and how it had nothing to do with food but all about feeding my desire. Did he know how new that was for me? Did he know what strutting around the kitchen in those jeans did to me? Sitting still while watching his rippling muscles?
Trying not to give in to the endless hunger to devour that man, I went for nonchalance. “Whatever you fix is fine with me.” I cleared my throat when the words yodeled out, bringing more heat to my cheeks. “Are you sure I can't do anything, I feel useless just sitting here.” I clasped both hands tightly together on the butcher block top.
“Nope, we have a deal. I cook and you clean.” He threw a sexy grin over his shoulder, flooding my body with heat. Shit. Like the most popular guy on the planet had just singled me out. I lowered my eyes, fighting an ear to ear grin that would surely let on how much I loved that. But I lost the fight.
“Did I say something funny?”
I shook my lowered head. “Nah, not at all.”
“Really.” His tone said he didn't believe me and was intent on finding out.
My universe calibrated to the smooth sway of his slow approach. Each measured step restrained me for whatever he might need or want. His panther stride led him just behind me. My heart thundered to that lonesome ache deep in my being and I prayed he'd somehow just hear it and know without me telling him; be merciful and answer it.
He slowly swept my hair away from my neck, his fingers softly brushing the skin. Goosebumps filled my body and my eyes fluttered shut. I felt his lips approach my skin like a sixth sense. His breath was suddenly there, a silky heat. “Tell me,” he whispered.
Tell him? Tell him what?
Those full lips lightly pressed into my skin. I fought the urge to fall back against him. Good lord, it was there. I wanted him. Like I'd never wanted anything, like I'd never had sex in my life much less five minutes ago. Surely that wasn't normal, he'd think I was whore.
His tongue drew slow wet circles, dissolving my anxiety. I could only hold on to the edge of the counter with both hands. “What was so funny?” His whisper throbbed between my legs then tingled in my nipples. I tried to hear his words and understand them. Tried to think past the world of Johnny Blue. He settled his mouth on my neck, opening it wide. Good lord, so hot, and wet.
I whimpered in response before croaking his name. “Johnny.”
He groaned deep and opened wider, sucking the skin on my neck hard. I gave a sharp gasp mixed with a desperate moan, reaching a hand for his head, to hold on to, to feel, to press closer. My breath came fast as he moved that suction over my skin in a passion that was desperately painful. My fingers pulled in his hair and I arched my back, aching to feel him.
His fingers stealthily found my erect nipple and slowly flicked over it. “Johnny, Johnny, please, yes.” His other fingers slowly threaded through my hair then gradually tightened and pulled my head back. I yelped a gasp when his mouth broke free from my neck. A steady flow of mewling sounds spilled out of me as he continued rolling my nipple slowly between his fingers.
I could feel those intent blue eyes on my face when he turned my head toward him, using that firm grip in my hair. I worked my heavy lids open, wanting to see his beautiful face. He released my nipple only to glide over and pleasure my other one, letting his forearm continue to tease the first.
If it were possible, my heart sped up at meeting that serious look on his face. The one that seemed tormented, devastated. His stare quivered through my body and made lava ooze out of my center and drip between my legs. I licked my lips with drawn brows, hypnotized by the sweet torment.
“Sit on the counter.”
Thought I'd swoon; from what he said and the way his voice broke with raw passion. Seemed like a commanding beg somehow. He slowly released my hair and let those eyes slide lower to my heaving chest. “Take off your shirt. But leave your panties.”
I did as he said, my movements as graceful as a rusted tin man. With my shirt off, I sat there on the bar stool, suddenly too timid to look him in the eyes.
“Move your hair.”
My clit throbbed at his tone. I normally didn't respond well to demands from any man. But this man... there was something in that voice that said I'd regret not listening. But the missed opportunity kind of regret. Like that ride to the moon.
I eyed the high counter, wondering how I'd get up without making a fool of myself. His hands were suddenly around my waist and he lifted me, solving my problem.
I meant to thank him till I looked in his eyes. The look there was different. More determined and confident. And maybe... powerful. I swallowed my pulse and asked the first stupid question that came to my mind. “Like this?”
His eyes lowered to my breasts and he locked them in his gaze while he placed his hands on my closed knees.
Shit, why was I so nervous?
He applied pressure that said open. But for some reason, I resisted. I didn't mean to.
He paused and raised his eyes to mine. I wasn't
sure what he saw, I tried to fix my face right but what should that be? He held my gaze with such intensity, until I was breathless from it.
He shoved my knees open so fast, I could only gasp. His gaze remained locked on my shocked one for several seconds. “You trust me?”
Heart slamming my ribs, I swallowed the unusual anxiety, considering. I finally nodded.
His fingers were the only thing that seemed to respond to my answer. They softened and glided slowly along my inner thighs. His eyes still held mine with certain challenge, daring me to deny him, deny myself. If I could.
My heart had relocated to where his fingers now headed. I gripped the edge of the counter top tightly. His large hands latched to the juncture at my thighs and his thumbs swept soft circles over my throbbing lips. “You're so wet.”
I could only whimper at that velvety voice, thick with knowing. Knowing just what he was doing to me. His liquid sapphire gaze lowered to my breasts while his thumbs rotated over the ache. My body took over, pushing my hips toward the pressure, needing more. His eyes rolled back up to mine and stole my breath.
“Open wide for me.” No sign of a beg this time.
I wet my lips and did it. He looked at my breasts again then back into my eyes. His thumbs continued in those maddening soft circles, dipping barely in, but enough for me to hear how wet I was. I pumped my hips more, reaching for it. His lips parted with a long breath. Like I'd touched him back. He drew his fingers away a little, making me work harder.
“Johnny, please.”
He looked down between my legs. “Please what.” He slowly sliced his eyes back up to mine.
“Please... touch me.”
“I am touching you.”
God, what did he want? “More. Please.” I squirmed.
He glided his hands over my outer thighs, abandoning my ache entirely then turned away from the counter and went to the sink. I watched him get the coffee pot.
“I was thinking chicken fraccasse,” he said, “I got the recipe from a cool little diner downtown.”