HERO (The Complete Series)

by Bella Love-Wins

  My fingers snaked up his neck and into his thick, dark hair. I ran my fingers through the soft strands. I pulled at them slightly when he nipped at my bottom lip. He delivered a slight shock of unexpected pain that sent another wave of heat through me. I groaned, and he continued to tease and tempt me. I was enjoying the slow pace, but a desperate need was rapidly building up inside me. I raised myself up and eased myself down onto his lap, straddling him. His cock was rock hard already; I felt it pushing into me as I lowered down.

  I leaned forward and put my lips close to his ear. “Lorne, I want you deep inside me.”

  He groaned and brought his hands around my hips. “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry for what?”

  “This.” He put each hand on one side of my shirt and ripped it open in one sharp move, sending buttons flying all over the bed. I gasped and looked at the torn fabric between our bodies. I was not expecting it. “I’ll replace it. I promise. I just couldn’t wait to get it off you.”

  “I’ll make sure you do,” I whispered, grinning as I nipped the flesh of his earlobe, making a trail of kisses down his neck. The hood of his sweatshirt was in my way. While I continued to kiss and tease the rough, stubbled patch of skin where his jaw began, my hands reached under his hoodie and started to push it up his body. I picked my head up enough to help him lift it over his head and returned to kiss the side of his collarbone. My hands skimmed back down his hot skin, feeling the smooth perfection of his chiseled chest and abs.

  I broke away from his neck and studied his body, stopping to trace the outline of his tattoo. “Tell me about this.”

  Johnny looked down, as if just seeing the tattoo for the first time, his mind obviously elsewhere. He smiled playfully. “I will when you take that bra off.”

  I laughed and reached a hand back to undo the clasps. He reached up and slowly pulled the straps down my arm, cupping my breasts when it was off me. He reached his arms around to my back and pulled me down him, pressing our bare chests together.

  “I love feeling your skin on mine,” he growled. “And there’s not much to the tattoo. I was still in high school when I got the snake done. It didn’t have any real significance back then. It was something to do with my buddies. We thought we were badass after we got them. Over the years I added the tribal pieces. It morphed and grew from there.”

  “I like it,” I said.

  “Yeah?” He cocked an eyebrow at me.

  I decided to show him how much I liked it. I pushed up off him again. I kissed down his bare chest, keeping my eyes locked with his. As I sank lower, I got on my knees so I could continue the trail. I circled my tongue over the design, his skin smooth and hot against my lips. My back was arched, and I could tell he was enjoying the view as I slid down his body and lowered to all fours above the bulge of his cock. Johnny’s eyes were fixed on my bare breasts. I tilted my head up and watched him lose himself in lust.

  My fingers slipped down to his lower abs. I pulled the zipper down and tugged the pants and boxers past his hips. His thick cock sprung straight up. I instantly lowered my lips to the tip and barely waited a second before licking the head. I lowered some more and took it into my mouth. Johnny groaned, and another thrill of the seduction coursed through me. I placed my hand around the shaft and started to work at the tip, teasing and torturing him with my tongue as my hand stroked his length. I bobbed my head up and down over him, taking in more and more of the shaft with each pull. Johnny continued to groan as I worked him over.

  “Fuck, Amanda, you have to—” His words stopped as he gasped in a breath.

  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 a
s 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 4 - 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 5 - 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.”