by Lucia Franco
“Yup. Definitely grapefruit.”
Alyssa chuckled quietly. “That’s funny. It’s my body wash, but I can never smell it.”
“Trust me, I can. You smell delicious.”
John’s eyes swirled with desire as he stared at her. Alyssa could feel her nipples growing hard at the nearness of him. She wanted John, but she promised herself that she wouldn’t have sex with him again. Letting John into her life was one thing, her body was another.
Dropping his head, John slipped his tongue out and ran a wet trail along her collarbone and up to her ear as he pressed her into the counter. Alyssa groaned, and instead of pushing him away, she dug her nails into his shoulders and pulled him closer. Her head rolled to the side and John pressed open-mouthed kisses all over her neck. He tugged her skin into his mouth and ran his tongue slowly around it causing her to shudder in his hold. She gripped him tighter as she slid her arms around his back and kneaded him. A groan reverberated in the back of his throat. He loved feeling her touch on his skin. Alyssa squeezed her thighs together as he grabbed her nape and pulled her back before slamming his mouth to hers. When she didn’t push him away, he gripped her waist and kissed her harder. Alyssa was wild as she delved in and out of his mouth with a roughness he didn’t know was in her. It was making him hard as hell, his dick straining against his pants. John ground his hips in circles, pushing his obvious erection into her and Alyssa moaned softly into his mouth. He couldn’t stop. Fuck what he said earlier about being their last anything. He needed her … and she needed him.
Sliding his hands roughly down her soft body, Alyssa shivered in his hold. He grasped her hips hard, lifted her up and put her on the counter. They separated for a moment until she yanked him to her. Grabbing her face, he kissed her deeply, stroking every inch of her mouth. She said she didn’t want anything with him, yet her body said otherwise.
Their kissing only intensified. As Alyssa ran her fingers up John’s neck, she realized that as much as she missed his hair, his short buzz cut was pretty damn hot.
Pulling back she panted, “When I saw how short your hair was, I was kinda upset because I loved how long it was. But I gotta say,” rubbing her hand all over his buzz, “I’m really digging this new cut, Johnny. It suits you.”
Leaning into her, John dropped another kiss to her mouth, this time taking it slower. Alyssa pressed her breasts against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the feel of her. His hands shimmied up her thighs, kneading her skin as he went. His thumbs were coming dangerously close to her panties that were soaked with arousal.
Alyssa had to stop. As much as she wanted Johnny, she needed to put a stop to this. Sex could not happen again. Loosening her arms from his neck, she slid them down to his taunt chest and pushed away, breaking the kiss.
Panting, John’s puzzled stare had Alyssa answering the questioning look in his eyes.
“I can’t … we can’t. I’m sorry.” John said nothing, so she continued. “You said we weren’t going to kiss anymore.”
“I lied.”
“John …”
Stepping back, John readjusted his throbbing cock as Alyssa watched. He was trying to keep his cool but it wasn’t working. Her eyes widened and her tongue slipped out to lick her lips. He was going to have blue balls for sure after this.
“Fine. I need to leave anyway. It’s late and it’s been a long day.”
“Where are you going?” Alyssa asked, following John out of the kitchen.
“Back to base.”
“Oh,” she responded, looking at the tile floor. “I thought you would stay the night since it was the weekend and all …”
John sighed loudly, running a hand down his tired face. Spinning around, he said, “I’d love to stay the night, but you just pushed me away, again, and truthfully, I don’t know if I could lie next to you and not touch you. I fucking want you, Alyssa. And you don’t seem to get that because you need some sort of motive behind it. Haven’t you ever just wanted something for no reason other than a feeling inside of you? You’re tempting me with your sexy-as-fuck body doing such simple, mundane things is hard on me. I know you told me to push, but you aren’t the only one who’s being pushed. This isn’t easy on me either, sweetheart.”
Incredulously, she asked. “How am I pushing you?”
“You’re playing with my emotions. One minute you’re all over me–all hot and sexed up, nails digging into my back, your sweet body on mine–and the next minute you’re pushing me away. You’re giving me whiplash. It’s partially my fault, but it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you. Especially now.”
“Especially now? What does that mean?”
John glanced at Brooke’s room. “I don’t want to wake her up. Can we talk in your room?”
Alyssa nodded and he followed her to her room where she sat on the bed. Shutting the door, John said, “Especially now, meaning that last night was a mistake, it should’ve never happened. Just like our first kiss. You know, you were right about that.”
John was letting it all out. There was only so much he could take until he snapped.
“About what?”
“That nothing good could come from a kiss. Those were your exact words. And you were right. Nothing good has come from it. It’s been nothing but heartache.” The anguish that cut through her blue eyes made John feel like shit. He wasn’t purposely trying to hurt Alyssa, but he needed to tell her the truth. Just because he was a guy didn’t mean he didn’t have feelings either.
“One night with you will never be enough, especially after last night. That’s all I mean.” John lowered his voice and walked over to her, the side of his mouth tugged into a half grin. “I want you again and again and again. I love the way your body looks and seeing you come out of the shower in a tank top and old boxer shorts has my mind running wild. It took all of me not to tackle you to the floor. I see the way you are with Brooke, and after I spent all day with her, I have more respect for you than ever. I honestly couldn’t wait for you to come home. So while I said I would keep my hands to myself, it’s not easy like I thought it would be. You’re beautiful, a goodhearted caring mother. Babe, that’s sexy as fuck. So, yeah, last night was a mistake only because I want you more now and I can’t have you. It was a night I’ll never forget, and probably the best night of my life.”
Alyssa was rendered speechless. All she could say was, “Oh.”
“Oh?” he chuckled.
“Oh.”
“This is what’s going to happen. We’re going to get in bed, put a movie on and go to sleep … together. I will try my best to keep my hands to myself, but I can’t promise anything. And when Brooke wakes up in the middle of the night, I’ll be the one to get up, not you.”
“But you were with her all day. It’s late, you must be tired …”
“Babe, I got this.”
“You’re like a dream come true.” She said softly.
“No, honey. You are. Now let’s eat and then crawl in bed together.”
Alyssa couldn’t remember the last time she slept so soundly. Slowly opening her sleepy eyes, she glanced at the clock.
7:00 am
Her body was on autopilot. She couldn’t help but wake up.
As she went to sit up, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back to bed. “Uh uh. You’re not going anywhere,” Johnny grumbled in her ear. He curved around her body, molding himself to her and burying his head in her hair. His strong hold around her belly didn’t allow Alyssa to move … not that she wanted to. The heat of his body warmed Alyssa’s back and she liked being snuggled up next to John. He felt safe. John grabbed the blanket and pulled it up. “Shhh … go back to sleep. It’s so early for a Sunday.”
A soft chuckle rolled off her lips. “This is kind of late for me. Once cupcake wakes for a bottle, I never go back to sleep. I’m wide awake after.”
“Well, I already took care of that,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Brooke took a whole bottle
and then fell back asleep. She’s in her crib.”
Speechless. Alyssa didn’t know what to say other than, “Wow … thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now go back to sleep.”
“I won’t be able to go back to sleep now.”
“Yes, you can, just close your eyes and you’ll fall asleep.”
“You’re so bossy sometimes,” she giggled.
“Sugar, you haven’t seen me bossy. Me being bossy would mean I’d take you right now, all sleepy and tired. I’d lay you flat on your back and just work my way, nice and slow. Hell, you don’t even have to move, I can work it just like this,” he said in a husky voice, demonstrating the movements against her. Holy shit, when had John become a dirty talker? Alyssa’s body relaxed as she pictured him doing it, sliding in and out as he took his time. Her body warmed, wetness coating her as a shiver broke out across her skin. Hell’s bells …
“Your body is so soft and warm right now. I love it,” he groaned as he slipped his hand under her shirt. John’s knee nudged between her thighs, pushed through and rested on top of hers. Their legs were sandwiched together causing her body to warm. He was wrapped so firmly around her, holding her … and she loved it. Dear God, she loved every minute of this. She could get used to waking up like this.
John shifted and wrapped his ankles around hers, locking her in. They were bound so closely together now her nipples hardened as the tips of his fingers grazed the underside of her breasts. Her body went into overdrive, heat spreading through her. He held her in a lovers caress, slowly and gently thrusting his hips against hers as his fingers teased her. Oh, hell. Her body melted into him further.
She did, after all, tell him to push. She was too relaxed and too tired to tell him to stop.
John’s fingers grazed over her breast and ever so lightly touched her sensitive nipple. Alyssa shuddered in his hold, and he grinned to himself. He would tease her just a little …
His fingers circled her nipple in a feathery soft touch and her breathing grew deeper. He could feel the movement against his chest. When her hips started moving against his, John fought back the groan deep in his chest. Not yet …
John continued his torture, moving to the other side and showing it the same attention. And when she arched her chest into his touch, John held her down. A gasp of pleasure left her lips and John thrust into her back showing her how hard he was for her, how much she got him going.
“Again,” she said softly. “Do it again, please.”
“Do what? This?” he asked, and pinched her nipple harder this time and not letting up. Her legs were scissoring between his, but he locked them down and did not allow her to move. She struggled in his hold and knew it was taking her higher by the little sounds of pleasure that escaped her mouth. Her head pressed into the pillow as she let out a long moan. Breathing hard, her chest rising fast, John moved his hand to cup her sex where …
Holy. Hell. Alyssa’s boxer shorts were soaking wet as he moved his fingers around. Her nails found his forearm and she dug into him.
“Want me to stop?” When she didn’t answer, he said, “Good, because I wasn’t planning on it,” he chuckled near her ear.
Their hips continued to roll into each other’s, his dick sliding up and down her plump ass. They were at perfect angles where he could slide right in, if they weren’t wearing clothes of course. John slipped his fingers into the little opening of her shorts, and he almost finished in his pants.
“Fuck …” he groaned as he felt her naked flesh. “You’re not wearing panties. Are you trying to kill me, woman?”
As Alyssa giggled, his finger slid between her wet lips closing around him. Her giggle turned into a sexy as hell moan as John began massaging her, making her wetter. She rolled slightly into the bed, but he still held her. Her silky wetness coated his finger and he added another finger to stroke her. He slid up and down to her opening, but never slipping inside.
“Johnny,” she breathed. “Take me, please.”
“No.”
Alyssa stilled in his hold from his answer, and when she did, he rubbed her clit in circles. John’s hips were thrusting against her. He couldn’t stop it from happening because she was pushing back into him, making him harder.
“Why … why not?” She could barely get the words out.
“Because I said no.”
“But, John, I need …”
“You need this?” He began stroking her so fast that her hips pumped into his hand. He bit down on her bare shoulder and circled her clit at the same time, making her orgasm harder than she ever has.
Alyssa shuddered in his hold. “Yes,” he whispered, still biting her as she released. He continued rolling her clit between his fingers. Her legs were struggling to move, and he knew that by not allowing her to move would only make her orgasm harder.
But he wasn’t finished with her. “Or do you need my cock in you?”
“Ahh,” she moaned, growing wetter. That mouth of his was bringing her higher and higher.
Quickly, he rolled onto his back and lifted his hips. He stripped himself of his boxers and Alyssa of hers then scooped a very relaxed Alyssa back into his arms.
“Johnny … that was—”
“I know. Shh … I’m not done.”
Alyssa’s back was on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. He brought his knees up and widened his legs causing Alyssa’s legs to spread open, completely baring herself to him.
“What—”
“Don’t move,” he ordered. “Slip your hands under your ass and don’t move.”
Ah, shit. That wasn’t such a bright idea on his part—her warm hands were now flat on his pelvis, her fingers tangled in his mound before she curved them to grip his cock.
He bit her shoulder again. “Stop moving your fingers, Alyssa. Flatten them.” Alyssa whimpered but listened.
Brushing away Alyssa’s hair from her neck, he pressed open-mouthed kisses all around her. His tongue slipped out and stroked her damp skin as his teeth grazed her. He was rock hard and standing erect against her folds.
“See, we could wake up like this all the time if you let us be …”
Alyssa’s hip rotated down, her wetness sliding on him. John groaned in her ear and slipped a finger into her.
“Ahhh … you’re taunting me with sex. Not fair …”
“All,” he pushed his finger in. “The” slowly pulled it out. “Time.” He said, and pushed two fingers in. Alyssa’s hips almost rocked off of his, but he pushed them down. “Hold still …”
“Johnny, stop teasing me.”
“But, sugar,” he thrust faster into her, “you tease me all the time just being near me,” he chuckled, and so did she.
“You play dirty.”
“When it comes to you, yeah. I do what it takes,” he said, cupping her jaw with his free hand and bringing her mouth inches from his.
“I told you I’m going to do whatever it takes for you to see I’m not going anywhere,” then he took her mouth in an all possessive, heart stopping kiss. He kissed her, stroking her tongue as he stroked her below with his fingers. She tried to turn in his arms, but he wouldn’t allow it.
Breaking the kiss, he said, “Grab my cock.”
She gripped his shaft in her hand, but she didn’t move. “Now, carefully press it against yourself and get it all wet. Then,” he dropped his voice, his mouth still on her lips, “stroke it for me.”
Alyssa did as he asked only she changed it up. As she stroked him to near combustion, she gave extra attention to his head with her hand.
“Mmmm … Like that,” he groaned, rolling his hips up. “Alyssa …”
“Yes?” she asked innocently, and he laughed.
“I need you to stop.”
“Why?” she continued with her hand, only faster now.
He groaned again, “I need you. I don’t want to finish like this, I want to finish inside of you.”
Pushing her hips back, Alyssa slowly guided John into her. The
moment he pushed at her opening, he gripped her hips and helped slide in deep. It was a different position, hitting a different spot inside. Alyssa sighed loudly, loving this new angle. She felt exposed, so wide open, she should’ve shied away, but she didn’t.
This was John. Once again showing her that she was wanted. They both stilled for a moment or two before moving their hips.
“I was made for your body,” he whispered against her neck. “We fit perfectly together.” John’s hand slid down her waist and over her mound. His expert fingers caressing her, bringing her bliss higher.
Gripping his cock, he said, “Feel how I slide in perfectly.” Alyssa moaned, the impending orgasm coming close to peaking. “Feel,” he said, grabbing her hand and wrapping it around his cock with his. John pushed his hips up, sliding back into her so she could feel. She squeezed her legs at the incredible feeling soaring through her. She was burning, on fire and ready to explode.
“More, give me more, Johnny.”
John’s hips picked up speed, thrusting in and out at a pace that was killing her. She needed more, wanted more. His hands slid up her stomach, kneading her body as he did until he reached her face. The little noises she made turned John on even more. He cupped her cheek and turned her head toward his and captured her lips. They both moaned at the contact, heat spearing through them and tying them around each other. As much as this position was incredibly hot and he loved it, John needed to see her face when they came together. Quickly, he grabbed Alyssa’s hips, lifted her up and placed her to the side on the bed. John climbed over her and pushed back in all the way to the hilt. Wide eyes stared up at him, and he grinned.
“Heart to heart. That’s how I want us to be when we make love.” Anyone can fuck, but making love was a heartfelt connection that only two people could share between each other.
Then he kissed her senseless and showed her how amazing sex could be between two friends who just happened to be a little more than that.
Alyssa let a long breath roll off her lips. “Oh my God.”
Kissing her temple, John asked, “Now do you think you can go back to sleep?”