by Wild, Bella
I let his massive manhood slip out of my mouth and ran my tongue down the back of the shaft until I made it down over his balls. I lapped at the skin, and then swirled back up his shaft and took him in my mouth again, sucking him in until the head hit the back of my throat. I continued, keeping a rhythm. My channel tightened, and my panties were soaking wet as my pleasure built right along with his.
“Amanda,” he said between gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”
I smiled and increased the intensity. His cock twitched in my mouth—he was dangerously close to coming. In a split second, he sat up, hooked me under the armpits and pulled me up his body. He grabbed my waist and flipped me over onto my back. A whirl of excitement danced through me. He scrambled with my waistband and then urgently tugged my pants down my legs, throwing them off the side of the bed. He gave me one last look, his eyes darker, more predatory, before he lowered his face between my legs. I spread apart and arched back at the feel of his tongue parting my folds. He sucked at the small bud of nerves. He teased my throbbing clit, sucking it between his lips, creating an intense pressure that possessed me. It drove me higher and all I could do was roll my hips up to meet his attack and let the climax approach.
He thrust his tongue in at my opening, and pulled it back out to lick and devour my clit. I was going to crash at any second. He hit a nerve that made me let out a squeal and almost bolt upright at the intensity. He held my hips down firmly on the bed to keep me from thrashing around as he did it over and over again.
“Lorne, please, please don’t stop,” I begged.
I bit down on my lip, and my fingers dug into his back, trying to keep from screaming as he drove me to the edge. He sped up slightly, sucking and licking until I bucked back against the bed and reached my peak. I cried out his name. My climax crashed through my body so strongly, I could see flecks of light behind my eyelids. I writhed on the bed, shaking uncontrollably when he released my hips. I opened my eyes long enough to meet his.
He licked his lips. “I love tasting you.”
The waves kept rolling over me, making my pussy clench and release. “Come inside me now, Lorne. Take me.” His cock was rock hard. His body lowered to mine. My eyes pleaded with his as he stared down at my face. “Now, baby. Don’t wait.”
My breathing came in short bursts, still coming down from my first orgasm, and building in anticipation of the next. He slid off my body and stripped off his pants. I propped on my elbows and watched him, my eyes taking in every inch of his perfect body. He lowered back to the bed and his lips lowered to my breasts, tugging my hardened nipple into his mouth while his hand cupped the flesh of the other breast. I wrapped my legs round him, begging him to fill me.
Everywhere his hands went, he left a scorching trail behind. My whole body felt aflame as I rocked on the bed, waiting for him to end my slow torture. His cock twitched against me and I almost lost it. I bit my lip to keep from pleading. He broke away from my breast and planted another kiss on my trembling lips. He lowered his hand between my legs and pressed against my mound. His fingers slid down through the wet folds and lightly pressed on my clit.
He moved his hand away, lowered his body to mine and positioned his cock at my soaking wet opening. With one firm thrust, he slid deep inside me, to my hot core. I shuddered at the intensity, clinging to his back as he moved rhythmically. My moaning grew louder and louder until I couldn’t even recognize the sound anymore. He picked up the pace, filling every inch with his thick cock, stretching my walls.
“You’re so hot, Amanda. God. So fucking wet for me. So tight…”
I nodded into his shoulder, finally silent as buried his manhood deeper still. He paused this time, his cock inside me, and his body stilled.
“Please don’t stop.” I pulled my head back and rested it against the pillows so I could look up into his eyes. “Is something wrong?”
He nodded. “Just enjoying you, every inch.”
A thrill went through me. He lowered his lip to mine. We kissed passionately, and as he deepened into it, he pulled his shaft almost all the way out, then buried it into me again. He swallowed my muffled moan, continuing his wild assault as we continued to kiss. The hot, hungry kiss strengthened the response deep within me. I bucked my hips up to meet each of his strong jerks, and it wasn’t long before we both shook and met our peaks at almost the same time. Johnny pumped inside me a while longer as he rode through his ecstasy, propped above me with his soft lips still on mine.
After a brief time, we broke apart, and he stretched out beside me. He took me into his arms, nestling me against his solid muscles. My mind was fuzzy with pleasure and exhaustion. I could hear his beating heart. It slowed and steadied along with his breathing. I soon realized he was asleep, and I closed my eyes, telling myself this was where I was meant to be.
Chapter Four
Johnny
I had to blink my eyes several times the next morning before I was convinced I was awake, and not in some fantasy of a dream. Amanda was next to me, my arm draped over her still-sleeping body, grasping her around the waist. I caressed the soft skin on her belly for further reassurance she wasn’t something I conjured up. She was real, last night had been real, and now, she was still here. As I traced a small, lazy circle around her navel, my cock stiffened against her bare ass. I didn’t want to wake her, but my craving for her was building up automatically as I breathed her in.
We had made love over and over again, until early in the morning, waking up several times to start again, until we had finally collapsed and succumbed to the sleep we desperately needed. I had gotten a taste of her strong sensuality in Greece, but last night was better. I could feel it in my gut. She was different with her guard down now.
That conversation at the bar was where it all changed, though my guess was I had been growing on her a bit at a time. I mentally replayed her sad story of her childhood. The idea of anyone hurting or neglecting her stirred up a deep, slow-burning rage within me. I couldn’t handle thinking about the men she had talked about who had used her mother and ignored her. And although she felt it could have been worse, the idea of anyone adding such horror to a young life made me see red behind my eyes. When she had shared it at the bar, my body had tensed up in response, and it took some effort not to slam my hand through something to handle the anger. That same feeling crept up again now, but I quickly pushed the anger down. It was displaced. There was no jerk of a mom’s boyfriend to pound on anymore.
I gently brushed aside a strand of her hair so I could see her face. My chest tightened. She was still perfect to me, emotional scars and all. I wanted her. I needed her. Now that the wall between us had finally been breached, I felt like anything was possible. Her vulnerability and openness had been like a gift, and I needed to find some way to thank her for opening up to me. The only thing I could do at the moment was hold her close. Keeping her close was going to be its own challenge. I still had to contend with Kevin and his overbearing, control-freak bullshit. There was also the fact that her home was three thousand miles away. Still, after last night, finding a way to be with her didn’t seem impossible anymore.
Amanda stirred, opening her eyes slowly and rolling to her back.
I smiled over at her. “Good morning, sweetness.”
She turned her head and looked at me, eyes still sleepy. “Good morning.”
“How did you sleep?”
“Really good, thanks.” She sat up and stretched her arms up. “You?”
“Great.” I pulled her over to me when she finished stretching. “I think I can really get used to having you here with me.”
“Mmmm,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me back into bed. “Me too.”
I smiled at her. “Good.”
She nodded and licked her lips as she eased against my bare chest. Her hand casually rested on my stomach. That was enough to make my cock twitch with need.
“Are you hungry? I can make you breakfast if you’d like.
”
She met my eyes and smiled, sliding her hand from my stomach to wrap her fingers around my shaft. “Maybe later.”
She kicked a leg over my hip, and in one swift move, pulled herself up to straddle me. She rubbed her hot pussy along my shaft, making it stiffen and throb as the urge to plunge into her grew. She bent forward and kissed my chest, then moved up further.
“Lorne,” she whispered into my ear.
“I love hearing you say my name,” I said, my lips against her skin.
No woman I dated had ever used my real name. Hell, I didn’t think many of them had any idea Johnny wasn’t my actual name.
I kissed her shoulder blade, and noticed the bandaged spot where she had been cut with scissors from the teenage groupie. “Does this still hurt?”
“It never did,” she said, tearing off the bandage. Underneath was a tiny, almost undiscernible scar. “See? It’s completely healed already. It won’t even leave a mark.”
“It wouldn’t matter if it left a scar. You’re so beautiful, Amanda.” I kissed the spot and she moaned. I kissed a trail over to the top of her breast. Tilting my neck, I took one of her nipples in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and teeth. She gasped, pressing into my face. My hands slid down her back, cupping her ass. I squeezed her cheeks to lift her up and she lowered herself onto me, crying out when she took me in. I held on to her ass, but let her control the pace.
She settled on top of me, and began to rock her hips, grinding her pussy against the base of my shaft. My fingers dug into her hips, thrusting up into her and matching her rhythmic pulses. My eyes we now fixated on her breasts. They gently bounced as she moved, and in a quick beat, I slid one hand from her hip, cupping the soft outer flesh as I stroked the nipple. She moaned and began to rock faster. I moved my other hand to the front of her inner thigh, reaching my thumb under her hood to massage her clit.
“Oh God,” she cried out.
Her legs shook, and soon her walls tensed and clenched around my cock when she came, driving me further to insanity. She collapsed on my chest, spent, whimpering and begging me to keep going. I cradled her back to flip her over and buried myself into her tight, wet pussy. As I began to get my rhythm, my phone began to vibrate on the nightstand.
Amanda instantly stilled, her eyes popping open at the disturbance.
“Ignore it,” I said, gently thrusting into her.
She closed her eyes again and I continued, picking up the pace. That was when her phone began to ring from inside the pocket of her pants on the floor.
She pressed at my chest, so I sat up. “I think we should stop. It sounds like they’ll come to the door eventually if we don’t answer.”
“Well I’m going to punch whoever it is,” I growled. I reached over and grabbed the phone. It was Fred. “Shit. It’s Fred. You’re probably right.”
By the time I answered, it had gone to voicemail. Amanda wrinkled her nose. For a moment, I thought she was going to push me off her and out completely. Instead, she pulled me close again. “Five more minutes.”
I quickly forgot all about the calls. I plunged into her, and she yelped with surprise, her eyes wide, grinding her hips up, taking me deeper inside. I watched as a slow smile spread across her face. I buried my face in her neck, kissing and nibbling on her tasty skin. I held her tight to my body, my hands at the small of her back. She moaned out as my thrusts matched the gentle squeezes to her toned back. I was close, and could feel her breath quickening too.
She lifted her head to my ear. “Come for me, Lorne. Fuck me harder and come, baby.”
I grasped her ass and sped up my attack, driving deeper and harder into her. She bit down on my neck and released it long enough to circle her tongue on the spot. She repeated the move, blowing cool air on the moist spot, then nibbling again. It drove me straight to the edge. I growled out a low groan, pounding wildly for the final few jerks, and released deep inside her. She held on to me tightly for a few minutes, stretching her legs out under me to rest.
The buzzing of our phones again shattered our temporary escape.
“It must be serious,” she said, finally easing out from under me to reach over the side of the bed for her phone. “Hello? Yes…Okay thanks, Fred. We’ll be right down.”
“What’s going on?”
“That was Fred. He’s on his way over with Jenny, Kevin, and Lady.” She wiggled out from underneath me and got up, gathering her clothes and shoes before heading for the door. “They’ll be here any minute. Meet you downstairs, okay?”
“Sure.”
She blew me a kiss and scurried off to her room to get dressed. I watched her go. My pulse quickened with this new rush as I got up to get ready too.
Chapter Five
Johnny
Amanda had popped her head in after I came out of the shower to tell me she would put coffee on if the housekeeper was not there yet. When I got downstairs, I could hear her in the kitchen. I would have gone there to see her, but Kevin and Lady were just walking in the front door, followed by Fred and Jenny.
“Good morning, Lorne.” Lady came up and tipped her head up for a kiss. “I’m so sorry for coming so early, dear.”
“It’s fine. Hi, Lady. Kevin.” I nodded over to Fred and Jenny, who went to the guest office right away.
“Son, with the kind of day you’re likely to have, we thought we should have this chat sooner rather than later. Is that all right?” Lady asked.
“Sure thing. Let’s use Kevin’s office. I’ll let Amanda know where we’ll be so she doesn’t come looking.”
“Let her know it’s a private meeting,” Kevin called out.
I gave an awkward nod and went to the kitchen. Amanda was sitting at the dining table with her tablet and a cup of coffee. I crossed the room and went to her.
“Hi Johnny. Do you want some coffee?”
“Hey.” I bent forward and kissed her cheek. “I could really use some, but the gang is here. Kevin and Lady need to speak with me for a few minutes. The sooner we get this over with, the better. I’ll be in Kevin’s office okay? Talk to you in a bit.”
“No problem. See you later.”
I took the back hallway to Kevin’s office and shut the door behind me when I walked in.
“How are you feeling?” I asked him, setting aside the blowout we had started down at the precinct last night. The last thing I wanted to do was argue. On top of that, the bandages were still on his neck, and added a strange vulnerability to his demeanor. I was going to do my best not to let this escalate.
“It’s fine,” Kevin said reluctantly. Lady shot him a scowl. He softened and added. “Thanks for asking.”
I nodded. “So about last night. Look, I’m sorry about what I said. It was harsh and uncalled for. I was upset…”
Kevin scratched the top of his head, tousling more of his thick grey hair into his face. “I may have gone overboard too. It was a stressful day. Have a seat, Johnny. We’ve got a few things to go over.”
I sat on the leather couch across from the two wingback chairs Lady and Kevin had taken.
Kevin started. “Before we get into the more pressing issue, I wanted to get an administrative item out of the way.”
“Okay. What’s it about?”
“Well, the bank phoned yesterday. Did you write a check for two-million dollar to Amanda?”
“Yes I did. Why?”
“Well why did you do that, exactly?”
I let out a sigh. “I’m saying this as politely as I can, so bear with me. Kevin, you’ve been oppressive, overbearing, and outright rude to Amanda from the moment we hired her. No one should have to voluntarily put up with that from an employer or client, especially when her duties have changed moment to moment. She’s gone from leading the security team to being a bodyguard acting as my girlfriend to lip-syncing on stage. We all expect her to agree and roll with the punches, yet she’s in the line of fire for me, taking the biggest risk.”
Kevin opened his mouth to respond, but I cut him
off.
“Let me finish. And you can’t compare what Amanda’s doing to the FBI guys out there. They stand to get a lot of media attention and credit when the stalker is finally caught, and to be frank, they’re looking after the public interest, not just mine. Getting back to the point, I was the one who asked for her to be here, but that gives you no excuse for treating her horribly. You dangled the contract in her face like a carrot, then verbally abused her in front of everyone. I knew it would get worse, and you proved me right, when you tried to fire her in Greece. I wrote her that check early on to balance the scales upfront. No matter what happens, she’ll be fairly compensated for her work. So far she’s more than earned it. And I know I’ve said a lot as it is, but I’ll finish with this. I am the one who pursued her, not the other way around. I care about Amanda, and when it comes to the personal side of our friendship, it is not up for discussion or negotiation.”
Lady had been looking over at Kevin during my rant. She didn’t wait a second after I paused. She was clearly upset. “You tried to fire her in Greece, Kevin?”
He fumbled for an answer. “That was because…because she left her post.”
“You know that’s not entirely true, Kevin,” I countered, remaining as even-toned and calm as I could. Being in Lady’s presence had that effect on both Kevin and me. “And actually, if she didn’t leave the stage to check the room, who knows what I would have eaten from that basket the stalker left in the room. Face it, Kevin. Amanda has gone above and beyond in fulfilling her role to protect me. And she will continue to do so.”
“All right, boys,” Lady said calmly. “There’s certainly more to this than the amount of time we have to discuss it. Kevin, I think Lorne has a point about Amanda’s performance. He’s still in one piece, and it sounds like she’s been valuable to Agent Carlson’s team as well. From everything I’ve heard, I agree with Lorne. She needs to stay until the end of the contract. And if you’ve already paid her, that’s fine. It is, after all, your money.”