Johnny (Connelly Cousins #2)

by Abbie Zanders

  He grinned. “Favorite sex position.”

  Her lips quirked. “As if there could only be one.”

  Lord, have mercy. “Where do you stand on oral sex?”

  “Giving or receiving?”

  “Receiving.”

  She sat back and crossed her arms over those lovely breasts, appearing to think about it. “I suppose it’s fine as a warm-up, but not the main event.”

  Clearly, she had not been properly cared for. He made a mental note to remedy that.

  “Are you as aroused as I am right now?”

  “I don’t know. How aroused are you?”

  Johnny reached out and curled his fingers around her wrist. “Why don’t you come over her and find out?” He tugged slightly, gauging her readiness. If she showed any sign of resistance, he’d back off.

  She came willingly. He caught her with his other arm and pulled her until she straddled his lap.

  * * *

  Stacey fought a moment of panic when she suddenly found herself straddling his lap, but he wasn’t about to let her fall. His big hands moved to grip her right above her hip bones to steady her and bring her even closer. He looked down at her breasts appreciatively. The light in his eyes thrilled her, filled her with a sense of power. Beneath his intense gaze, her nipples hardened and inside, her core clenched.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

  She snaked her arms around his neck. The rough abrasion of masculine hair on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs sent a shiver of desire down her spine.

  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

  He grinned wolfishly, then lowered his head and covered her lips with his own. It was no tentative, gentle first kiss, but a hot, hungry kiss that let her know exactly what he wanted.

  Her. Here. Now. She was totally onboard with that.

  Stacey leaned forward, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Rubbed her swollen, aching breasts against that rock-hard chest. It felt wonderful; bolts of sensation took the express route right down between her legs.

  “So eager,” he breathed against her mouth.

  Eager? She’d show him eager. Stacey dug the nails of her left hand into his shoulder, and wrapped her right hand around the big, stiff member between them. He hissed. “Take it easy, baby.”

  “I don’t want easy. I want you. Now.”

  He groaned, leaving her lips to plant kisses down her neck before taking one hard nipple in his mouth. “You’re sure?”

  “I’m sure. If you’re good, we can go slower next time.”

  He growled and gripped her ass, then stood up abruptly and carried her out of the room as if she weighed nothing. With each step, his cock slid right along her happy place. If he walked much farther, she’d probably come from that alone.

  For a second she was weightless, then she felt the soft bed beneath her. Johnny came over her body, forcing her backward. He was so big, so alpha in that moment, she obeyed his silent command without question.

  “If I’m good?” he snarled, nipping her bottom lip. “Baby, I’m going to rock your fucking world.”

  If she wasn’t a hair’s breadth away from rapture before, she was now. Everything about him – his powerful, strong body, his desire-roughened voice, his freaking scent – was hitting every button she had. Fire raced through her veins; between her legs, her sex throbbed in need. If he didn’t do something soon, she was going to burst into flames and burn them both.

  He sealed his promise with another bruising kiss, then began to work his way down her body. Stacey couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on. His rough hands and his deep growls were all the foreplay she needed. She gripped his hair with both hands and pulled.

  “What part of now did you not understand?”

  He rumbled something unintelligible (she was able to make out the words “fuck” and “see God”), then sealed his mouth around her breast and sucked hard. When her back arched, he bit down – just enough to sting but not hurt. He released her nipple with a pop, then licked and blew on it. The result was a solid lightning bolt of sensation right down between her legs, followed by a full body shiver.

  He didn’t seem to care how much she needed to feel him inside her at that moment. It had been far too long since the last time she’d had sex, and she didn’t want to wait a second longer. He took his agonizingly slow time, selfishly continuing to kiss and suck and lick her breasts, which was admittedly awesome, but not enough.

  She yanked again on his hair, earning herself another nip. The good news was, he used those talented hands to make her not mind waiting quite so much. One of them slipped up between her thighs. The calluses scraped over her sensitive skin, leaving tingles in their wake.

  Relinquishing the death grip on his hair, she reached down between them and boldly guided his hand to her apex. He laughed, but obliged.

  “You’re so wet,” he said, sliding the pads of his fingertips along her slick folds.

  “Duh,” she managed.

  He laughed again, sending puffs of hot air over her aching flesh. She was just about to demand he do something when he slid one of his big, beefy fingers inside, right where she needed him to be.

  Oh, thank God.

  His thumb made maddening little circles around her clit while his finger eased in and out, unerringly hitting the best spots. She bucked her hips and rode his hand shamelessly, chasing a quick release that remained just out of reach.

  “That’s it, baby,” he commanded, his voice now even deeper and huskier than before. “Come all over my fingers.”

  She did.

  “Jesus, baby,” he whispered as she clenched around him. “I can’t fucking wait to get my dick inside you.”

  “Then what the hell are you waiting for?” she panted. He carried her over the crest, but before she’d had a chance to come down he was nudging her legs open with his knees and sheathing himself. The hungry look in his eyes was almost as satisfying as her climax.

  Stacey grasped his cock and guided him to her opening. He pressed forward, but to his credit, he did take his time. It was a good thing, too. His cock was much bigger than his finger. Thank God he’d ignored her desperate pleas and had taken the time to prime her a little.

  The penetration was gloriously, frustratingly slow. Sweat beaded along his upper lip; the muscles bunched in his back. He had remarkable self-control. Inch by incredible inch he continued to fill her until she was certain she couldn’t accommodate any more.

  “You okay?” he asked through clenched teeth. Seated fully, the heavy weight of his balls rested against her. She’d never felt so completely filled before.

  “Awesome,” she breathed. “Don’t hold back.”

  She punctuated that statement by digging her nails into his ass and clenching her sheath around him to the extent she could. He must have liked that, because he gave a grunt of approval and started moving, slowly at first, then picking up the speed and force of his thrusts when she continued to encourage him. She might have even yelled a few commands of her own, like “harder”, “faster”, and the occasional, “fuck, yes, just like that.”

  “You are so fucking tight,” he ground out, pounding into her with brutal, deliberate thrusts.

  “Because you are so fucking huge,” she tried to tell him, but she was already cresting again and could do little more than suck air.

  She’d heard about the phenomena before, even written about it herself, but this was the first time her vision had been reduced to a burst of bright, white light. Her entire body seized and clenched around him, this gorgeous, beautiful man who had given her this bliss. Her thighs squeezed hard around his hips; her arms reached as far as they could around his broad back, her nails raking into his skin. Off in the distance, someone screamed. It sounded an awful lot like her.

  Above her, Johnny rammed deep and stiffened. Within seconds, she felt the rhythmic throb of his orgasm against her over-sensitized nerve endings.

  “Goddamn, baby,” he panted, c
ollapsing beside her.

  She couldn’t have said it better herself.

  Chapter Seven

  He lounged beside her, propped up on one elbow, running his hands lazily over her skin. He had so many questions, but dared not ask for fear of breaking the spell they had woven around themselves.

  She was so beautiful in the moonlight. A goddess. From this angle, her eyes appeared to be made of quicksilver, the moon reflecting in the gray depths he’d stared into earlier. It didn’t matter. It was that awed gleam of satisfaction that did it for him, because he was the one who put it there.

  And the way she was looking at him? Jesus, it was like he was the sun, the moon, and the stars all wrapped in one. He’d pleasured his share of women, but none had ever looked at him like that.

  She smiled, and his heart dropped to his groin, which is where he suddenly felt her hand. Sucking in a breath, he tried to keep himself under control as she ran her fingers up and down his shaft, dipping down to lightly scrape her nails against his sack. Her grin widened and her eyes sparkled as she mapped him out with her hands.

  Such a gentle touch, exploring, curious. Where was the hellcat he’d fucked into submission shortly before?

  She wrapped her hand around him in a firm grip and squeezed, sending colored stars shooting across his vision. She stroked once, a hard, bold pull that had him sucking air. Then she did it again, her sexy mouth curling up at the ends into a wicked, wicked smile.

  Ah. There she was.

  Quietly and insistently, she pushed against his shoulder. He liked the view where he was, but he finally gave in, pulling her with him. With those gorgeous breasts skimming his chest, she placed delicate kisses on his brow, his nose, his lips – damn, did she know how to kiss – before taking her tongue beneath his jaw. She scraped his neck with her teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough to let him know she meant business.

  And then she kept going, working her way over his collarbone, pressing moist, hot kisses down over his pecs. A lick here, a scrape there. Each one sent a fresh sensation straight down between his legs.

  Her gorgeous hair trailed over his skin, an erotic tickle as she worked her way steadily downward, breathing a few appreciative murmurs when she hit his abs. His cock, which should have been taking a well-deserved rest, reached upward in greeting.

  “Well, hello there,” she said huskily. She licked her lips and smiled.

  She wasn’t going to...

  Oh, hell yes, she was. Her hand boldly wrapped around him a second before her mouth. Johnny hissed and fisted handfuls of her hair as she ravaged him.

  He was totally okay with that.

  When he roared out his release a short while later, he didn’t fail to notice her smug, triumphant grin. He pulled her up his body and tucked her securely against him. She wasn’t going anywhere. After they both had a chance to rest, it would be his turn to make her scream again...

  Johnny awoke the next morning feeling warm, happy, and oddly content. His arms were full of soft, fragrant woman. Draped across half of his body, she blew moist hot breath across his collarbone in even, rhythmic bursts.

  Careful not to wake her, he slowly opened one eye, and tilted his head. Flowing waves of dark red silk covered his chest, his neck, and at least one arm. Ah, yes. His little hellcat. The one who made him burn in searing flames and soothed his soul while he soared through space with intense pleasure. He’d half expected to wake up alone, tangled in the sheets, having to admit it had been one hell of an erotic wet dream.

  But it wasn’t. She was real, and she’d given him one hell of a night. It was exactly what he’d needed. All of that angst he’d been feeling was gone, leaving him feeling a lot like his old self.

  Only better.

  Awake for barely minute and his dick was already hard and throbbing. She’d proven to be a generous, passionate partner, as eager to give pleasure as she was to receive it. His breath caught when he felt her hand stroking him in her sleep, as if his cock was a favorite pet. The thought made his lips quirk. Good boy. Up boy. Beg. Oh yeah, she had the power to make him heel, no doubt about it.

  As if she could sense his awareness, she moaned softly, shifting against him. She might just as well have screamed “Fuck me” into his ear for the effect that little sound had on his body. His muscles tightened while the familiar ache settled into his balls. Remembering how much he’d come the night before, he wondered how that was even possible.

  He was no refined gentleman by any means, but something about this woman made him want to go total caveman. She sighed again, her hand flexing around his dick, and it was an effort not to flip her over and pound into her again and again until she was exploding with his seed. The urge was primal in its intensity, scary primal. Johnny felt the growl building in his chest well before he heard it.

  What the fuck?

  He waited for the niggling sense of unease to surface, for the desire to pat her on the ass and send her on her way, but it didn’t come. He liked having her here, in his bed, with her soft, fragrant body pressed up against him. It made no sense. None of it. Not his actions, not these powerful urges, and definitely not the sense of peace that came with having her draped across his chest, blowing little puffs of hot air against his neck while his big hand cupped her perfect ass.

  “Good morning.” The low, sexy purr vibrated through his body as she looked up at him, drawing his thoughts to a complete and grinding halt.

  It hadn’t been a trick of the moonlight. Her eyes really were silver. Maybe a smoky gray most of the time, but they glowed and shimmered like polished white gold when she fixed them his way.

  “Good morning.” His voice sounded like he’d chain-smoked three packs, it was so rough and husky. Then again, he had been rather vocal, issuing commands and roaring out a few releases.

  Her hand continued to stroke him lazily, and it was an effort not to bury himself deep within her right then and there. “I think you’ve made a friend.”

  Her face lit up in a thousand-watt smile and his balls tightened painfully.

  “Mmmmm,” she purred. “I could use a friend.”

  “Really?” he teased, turning to look down at her. “Because he’s not doing anything right now. He could, you know, come over and keep you company, if you’d like.” The last part of his words were muffled as he placed searing kisses beneath her jaw, under her ear.

  “I’d like that, very much.”

  Johnny let his hand trail caresses over her body, dipping between her legs. She arched her back, thrusting her generous breasts against him, coating his hand in slick, fragrant heat. He longed to explore every inch of her delectable body, but he felt a screaming need to be inside her that would not be denied. He needed to feel that tight wetness around him more than he needed his next breath.

  Get a condom, his brain urged.

  Don’t want to, his cock replied.

  Thankfully, his brain won this round, though he’d never been as sorely tempted as he was with this woman.

  With a slight roll he placed himself on top of her, supporting his weight on his elbows. She held his eyes captive with her own as his cock sought out the sanctuary she offered him. He slid in slowly, gloriously, reveling in the way she gripped him.

  The expression on her face was one of pure ecstasy. That was good. Very good.

  He moved within her slowly, almost leisurely, savoring each stroke as if it would be his last. Last night had been hot and heavy, but he wanted something slower this morning. Besides, he thought smugly, she was probably sore after the loving he’d given her. He’d promised to rock her world, and Johnny prided himself on being a man of his word.

  She moaned softly, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted slightly. Nothing should feel this good. He vaguely remembered thinking the same thing last night.

  She ran her hands over his chest, traced the V from his shoulders to his waist, allowing them extra time over his ass. Oh, how he loved the feel of her hands on his ass.

  He knew she was close whe
n her eyes began to lose focus and her fingers dug into him, pulling him deeper against her. He thrust harder, faster until she shattered around him. The powerful way she squeezed him made his own release imminent, and he followed right after.

  * * *

  “You okay, baby?” he murmured quietly, brushing the hair away from her face. His touch was gentle, far gentler than his lovemaking.

  “Perfect,” she purred.

  A softly spoken word, but said from her soul. His promise to rock her world hadn’t been just a hollow boast. He’d rocked it, rolled it, and flipped it over a few times.

  Lowering his head, he gave her a long, slow kiss, sweeping his tongue against hers.

  “Shower with me.” The words were a breathy moan; she felt more than heard them as he pulled his delicious warmth away from her.

  Oh, sweet heavens, he was a god, she thought as she stared at him, all hard and naked as he stood beside the bed. Rakish waves of burnished gold, copper and bronze framed his perfect face, his white teeth visible in the sexiest smile she had ever seen. Her eyes traced down his massive chest, to his lean waist, to his... oh my Lord. Even half-staff, his shaft was huge.

  That was what had been in her? It looked even bigger this morning. No wonder she’d felt the earth move. She pulled herself to a sitting position to get a better look at the rest of him.

  “Please?” he asked, holding out his hand. The glorious sight of him and the thought of running soapy hands over every inch of his body left her temporarily incapable of speech. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. His grin grow even wider. Oh yeah, the sexy devil knew exactly what he was doing to her.

  He leaned over the bed, placing his lips close to her ear. “Pretty please?” He was so close, so close she could feel his searing heat, but he selfishly kept himself from actually touching her.

  “Can’t,” she finally managed to get out, licking her lips without realizing it, wishing with every fiber of her being that she could.

  “Why not?” he breathed, his hands supporting his weight beside her. “Suddenly shy, hellcat?” She shivered when he brushed back her hair and placed his lips on her shoulder.