by Azure Boone
“I’d say get a room, but we ain’t got one around here.” Sarah’s cackle erupted. “Never mind me, this is better than As The World Turns, sugar.”
Johnny smiled at the same moment I did. “Can you leave now? I mean, I’m going back to the shack to pack, can you meet me there in a few hours?”
I nodded and giggled, unable to contain my joy. His hand slid behind my back and kneaded the lower part. Whoo, must be some nerves attached to the vagina right there. Or it was just him; he was attached to my vagina. Everything about him, every look, touch, smell, it all seemed to work like soft fingers flicking over my clit. Heavenly father help me.
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“I’m leaving for a trip,” I said into the phone while throwing clothes out of my drawer and onto the bed.
“What? Really? Who, what, why, when, where?”
I gasped a laugh. “Slow down doc.”
She choked on more words that didn’t make it out.
“I met a man.”
“Ohhhh dear.”
“He’s nothing like Jessie.”
She gave a sigh. “I’ll not coddle you, you’re not a child”
“No, I’m not.” I sat on the bed, hanging my head. “It’s just that…it’s just that I don’t understand why.”
“Why what honey.” Her tone caressed.
I shook my head, fighting down the emotion. “Why he even likes me, I mean, it really don’t make no sense, he’s amazing and gorgeous—”
“Just stop it. Right there. You’ve been in therapy far too long Jewel to say such things. You know better, now start acting on what you know. Not on old feelings.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes closed. “Okay, yes.”
“So tell me. Just how amazing is this guy?”
I smiled at hearing the friend side of her come out. I gave out a long groan.
“Wow, really!”
“Yes.”
“Did you…sleep with him.”
I nodded several times before whispering, “Yes. Yes, I did. Many times. In one day. Oh my God, I have never been made to feel…the way that man makes me feel, Tonya. I mean, I had orgasms I didn’t think were even possible!”
“Oh my.” Curiosity and envy echoed in her tone.
My heart raced as I walked the room. “I mean the things he did with his fingers and and tongue.”
“Oh child, enough. I can’t take this, I’m too old to be subjected to this type of passion.”
“Sorry, I’m just…so used to telling you everything.”
“When will you be coming back?”
Never, I hoped. “Two weeks.” I looked at the clock next to my poster bed. “I need to go. I’ll keep in touch, okay?”
“Yes, do that. You have my emergency number, you had better call me if you need. Anything. Understood?” Her words quipped with professionalism but I knew there was a motherly tone under there somewhere.
“Yes doc, I will.”
“And do not neglect your meds.”
“Got ‘em.” Though I loathed the fact I still needed them.
Chapter Eight
I knocked softly on Johnny’s door and waited, looking down at my short white skirt, making sure it was still white. I’d found my panties from long ago, really long ago. They were my dream panties. One’s I’d gotten when I thought there was still a chance at those kinds of dreams. Every time I tried to throw them away, felt like throwing all hope away. I looked down at my top, making sure my cleavage was still showing. I pinched my nipples, wanting them to show through the pink, tight, t-shirt material. It was another dream item, a halter top. Made for women who had a reason. The white heels were just plain insanity, no reason to have them but I did. Truly surprised I didn’t break my neck on the four inch spikes.
My heart dropped into my stomach at hearing footsteps. The door opened to that sexy man. No shirt. Jeans. And a look in his eyes that sent a quiver through my privates, stomach, and racing heart. “Hi,” I gasped, throwing my hand up in a quick wave.
He gave a sexy half smile, his eyes taking in the package I’d carefully wrapped just for him. “Damn,” he muttered, clearly surprised as well as pleased.
I chewed my lower lip, fighting embarrassment, not used to this at all. I followed the line of fine black hair on his lower stomach, then raked my gaze over hard abs and wide alabaster chest. “Damn yourself,” I whispered, finally meeting his gaze. The sharp blue of his eyes shot currents of desire through me.
“Come in.”
The word come, in any fashion, seemed to be my body’s new language. And now, I could only swallow hard at hearing what promised. Maybe even threatened. He stepped aside as I passed, but I felt his eyes follow me, hot and intense. “Walk ten steps.” His whisper nearly croaked.
I heard the door shut and the lock slide into place as I did what he said, my entire body quaking now.
“Take off only your skirt.”
I turned and faced him. His eyes glued themselves to my breasts as he approached. He stopped maybe five feet from me.
“Do it.”
It wasn’t harsh or rude but a desperate now need.
Encouraged with his reaction, I made a show of it. I slowly turned around and slid my thumbs inside the easy access cotton skirt. I eased the material down, careful to leave my pink lace panties in place. They were the low rider kind and I could only hope I didn’t look like a boy in them.
“Oh my God,” he whispered, sounding pained. “Put your hands on your knees.” His voice rasped.
I glanced shyly over my shoulder then slowly bent and put my hands on my knees.
“God.” The breathy whisper sounded tormented. “Did you shave?”
I froze at the question. What if he hadn’t wanted me to? His tone sounded kinda panicked. I couldn’t face him. “Yes.” I bit my tongue, refusing any further comments to explain, reason, ridicule, and other idiotic things.
“Get on your hands and knees for me.”
More desperate ache came through that velvet tone.
On shaky legs I complied, lowering myself to the floor, trying to be lady like about it. Pretty rusty on that. Once in position, I angled my head, wondering what he was up to.
His head was tilted, staring between my legs, his hands unfastening his pants. Oh lord oh lord. My clit throbbed as I watched him unzip and gracefully remove the jeans. His hand encased his cock and squeezed. “Slide your panties aside. Show me your pussy.”
I reached behind me with trembling fingers and pulled the material to one side.
He released a low hiss mixed with a groan. That was a good sign. Lord, I hope I didn’t have razor rash. “Pull your panties down to your knees.”
I did, then turned my head enough to see what he was doing. He had one hand at the base of his cock, the other stroking the thick length slowly. Oh God. Looked so good.
“Lay on the floor. On your back,” he rasped.
I did, gladly.
“Take off your top.”
I drew it slowly over my head. I moved the hair that fell over my breasts. “My panties too?” I barely managed.
He shook his head, staring at my tits. “Pull them back up.”
I laid back and pulled my panties over my hips. I lifted a leg. “Shoes?”
“Definitely not.”
Definitely not? “Take them off?”
“Leave them.” He was now a foot away on my right. He still stroked his cock. Lord it was slick with his desire. I stared up the line of his body, finally landing on his studious gaze, roving over my body. “Show me,” he whispered, circling the head of his shaft, creating delicious wet noises. “Show me what you do to yourself when you’re alone.”
Oh hell. I bit my lower lip and let me legs fall slowly open. I watched his face. His eyes immediately locked on my hands that pulled the panties aside, realizing he liked the way they looked on me. I pulled my knees back and moaned as I slid my finger along the hot wet silk. I dipped in between the swollen folds, spreading the moisture over my clit.
I nodded, then slipped my finger inside me. He groaned, like it hurt.
“Do it.” Now that was a command. A harsh one.
But I liked it. I liked that I had this power over him. Made me feel…special…set apart. I slowly slid my other hand along my stomach, making my way to my right breast. His eyes rotated from one hand to the other, needing to see both. By now I was getting lost to the feeling in my pussy. I rolled my nipple between my fingers and moaned, sliding my finger inside me deeper then withdrawing it and wetting my clit with soft circles. I arched my back, pinching my nipple, creating a delicious heat in my throbbing bud. I gasped. God, I wanted him in me, touching me, kissing me, licking me, something, anything.
He lowered down onto opened knees, putting his cock in touching distance. I reached my breast toward the swollen head, and he rubbed the slick tip right over it. “Deeper, fuck it deeper.” He worked my panties down one side and I used my other hand to help, getting one leg out of them and eagerly pulling my knees as far back and wide as I could, before sliding my finger back in.
He moved the head of his cock to my mouth and I leaned for it. His hand cupped the back of my head, making it easy. He rubbed it all over my lips, groaning. My tongue snaked out, flicking all over the top, making him gasp. I moaned, jabbing my finger in and out, my other hand rubbing my clit. His fingers clenched in my hair and he pushed his cock into my mouth, slowly. I moaned frantically on him.
I looked up at him. He was watching my hands, then mouth. He rolled my nipple in his fingers while pumping his hips. “God, you suck so good. You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” He gasped a groan and pumped deeper, making the head hit the back of my throat. I was going to come soon.
He slowly withdrew his cock until the head smacked out of my lips. I gasped and whimpered, looking at him. He leaned and scooped me up, cradling me in his arms like I was nothing. I held on to his neck and he stood there, staring at me. “I want you on your stomach. In my bed.” His eyes lowered to my lips. “You feel so good that way. I like the feel of your ass against me.”
I barely realized he’d started walking in that direction. He gave me a sexy grin and I searched his eyes, breathless and drunk with the things he said.
He leaned and kissed my lips with such tenderness, thought I might faint. “You want that?” He drew my lower lip between his and sucked softly and moaned when I gasped my yes right into his mouth. “I’m going to make you scream,” he whispered back softly.
I couldn’t take anymore. I grabbed his face and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He growled and opened for me, his groans telling me I fueled what was coming.
Good. So good.
He lowered me to the bed and broke away from my mouth. I quickly lay on my stomach. I felt the bed give under his weight as he got behind me and stroked the back of my thighs. “You’re pussy is so beautiful shaved.” The words nearly groaned with ache as he slid a finger softly over the wet lips. “Open wider baby.”
I clutched the pillow beneath me, his cologne and masculine scent in my nostrils. He teased my entrance with his finger. From little flicks, to long soft strokes, top to bottom, ending on my swollen clit with more little teasing tickles.
Already I was mewling constantly, legs trembling with the pleasure.
He gasped, and by the sound, I knew he was stroking his cock. “I’ve never wanted to devour what I crave to paint before. But you…” His large hands gripped handfuls of my butt. “…God you’re a masterpiece in every way imaginable.”
His cock was suddenly pressing against my entrance. I clenched my eyes, waiting. He rubbed the head softly up and down my slit then his hand slid under my hips to glide his fingers over my wet clit. He kept his cock pressed at my entrance while he danced lazy circles over the intensely hot bud.
There was nothing but heat, nothing but feeling it build so deliciously. Nothing but increasing my cries to match what he did. Then needing more. “Please Johnny...”
Like it was what he wanted to hear, waited to hear. His cock plunged inside me, stealing my breath in one gasp, followed by a long cry as I gripped the sheets tight. Johnny’s chest barely touched my back, his ragged breaths filling my ear. My clit was on fire with those maddening circles he danced over my clit. I gasped out a grunt, pushing my butt against him. His cock throbbed deep inside me as he rubbed carefully. “Oh Johnny, yes, yes.”
“Yes,” he agreed, withdrawing his cock. He plunged back in and growled, “Yes,” in my ear as my butt pushed and reached, my cries sharp.
I laid my head on the bed, panting and squirming and moaning under the fingers he used to build my orgasm. I pumped against his hand, wanting it so bad. “Give it to me,” I gasped. “Fuck me Johnny!” I pushed my butt higher, trying to move and wiggle on him.
With a growl, his upper body pinned me to the bed and he shoved back inside me. Then he began. Finally. In and out, in and out. Every thrust more powerful than before and my cries matched them. Legs spread wide, butt lifted as high as I could, he rammed his cock faster and faster. I took over rubbing my clit, wanting him to have more leverage.
And gosh did he ever. “Rub it Jewel.” The velvety rasp warmed my ear.
“Yes, yes,” I cried, “I’m coming, I’m coming!”
His legs suddenly pressed against mine and his pumps quickened. He was coming too. So intense! It all exploded inside finally. He gave that barbaric roar as his orgasm took him at the same moment. My cries shrieked as he continued to pump inside me, and his strained gasps filled my ear, most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. Then it hit me.
He hadn’t pulled out.
We lay winded in the aftermath for nearly a minute, not moving, his body entirely on mine. I didn’t believe in entrapment. But for the life of me, I could not muster up the fear of what might have just happened. Surely he hadn’t forgotten.
His lips finally nibbled on my shoulder. “That…was amazing,” he whispered.
I gasped, smiling. “Yes, it was.”
He moved and turned me over, laying between my legs, staring at my breasts. He finally raised his eyes to mine, then proceeded to study my face.
Several seconds later, I smiled. “What are you seeing?”
He slowly let his eyes focus back to reality and peered into my gaze. “I was wondering. Will you…be my masterpiece?”
My heart fluttered. Like he’d asked me to be his wife. “I’ll be whatever you want, Johnny Blue.” I stroked his face, sober, meaning every single letter of those words.
His long fingers held my lower face as he kissed me tenderly. “Jewel,” he whispered, between each dreamy mesh. I answered with a tiny mmm. “Thank you.”
Thank you? I giggled. Wasn’t I love you, but. Guess that wasn’t so bad.
“You’re very welcome sir.”
He nuzzled my neck all the way to my shoulder. “Sir,” he murmured, biting the muscle lightly. “I can’t stop wanting to eat you.”
I pulled his lips to mine. “I can’t stop wanting you to.”
Chapter Nine
“You never really did say what it is you actually do.” I smoothed and pressed my hands on my legs to keep them from jumping up and down. I let out a slow breath, but what I really wanted was to gasp at the city. New York! I was in New. York. I’d heard stories, saw it on TV even, but wow. Country girl come-to-town.
“Paint. That’s about it.”
I nodded, craning my neck at the many shops. “Yes, paint.”
“You like the city?”
“Oh.” I turned to him and nodded. “I do. It’s really nice.”
“Eh. It gets old. I much prefer your little town any day.” He angled a sexy grin at me. “Especially with you in it.”
Flutters ripped through my knotted stomach. I cleared my throat, wishing I could relax. What the hell was I so nervous about. “So…where we going first?”
“I’m going to take you to my home and we can unpack and unwin
d. Maybe in the Jacuzzi.”
“Jacuzzi?”
“Mmhmm. Jack my boss insisted every artist needed one.” He snorted, then glanced at me. But if there was a time he thought Jack was stupid for that idea, it was nowhere to be found in the twinkle of those promising eyes.
I licked my lips. “Sounds nice. I can…maybe cook something for you.”
He looked in his side mirror with a grin then pulled into a parking space on the side of the busy street. I looked at the tall buildings all around. Was he going to his job first? He turned off the old truck and looked at me. “Come here.”
Calm down girl before you have a heart attack. I scooted over till only a foot separated us. Passing vehicle lights flickered over his eyes and one side of his face as he stared so intently at me. My heart tried to beat right out of my chest. “I’ll just have you for dinner.” He leaned slowly in and tasted my lips with his. So soft. So careful. Reverent. Made my clit so damn hot.
He answered my light whimper with an aching moan. I reached up and threaded my fingers into the soft hair at the back of his neck, letting my tongue come out to play timidly with his. He gently flicked the tip of my tongue, making my clit throb and tingle. He sucked my lower lip and I gasped in his mouth when he slid the back of his fingers over my hard nipple beneath the thin cotton material. “Ffffuck yes,” came with his groan.
His hand slid down over my stomach, then between my legs. He drew his head away a few inches while his fingers crept inside the edge of my panties. My breaths came shallow as he held my gaze. “Open for me,” he whispered.
I inched my legs open as wide as I could.
His glittery eyes narrowed when those fingers found their target, wet and dripping. He slid his finger slowly up. Then down. The tip niggled right inside my opening and I reached for it with my hips. He slid his wet finger back up and circled my clit a few times before flicking it ever so lightly.
“Jesus,” I panted, weakly. He was really doing this out here?
