The thought of just sitting down on the floor and holding her until she awoke crossed his mind. JT again looked from the locked door back to her face, but this time he found her eyes open and staring back at him.
“You have the most amazingly well-structured face I’ve ever seen,” Mandy declared with sudden alertness. “It’s so balanced. Most people have a very unbalanced face, one side out of synch with the other, but yours is so symmetrical.” She reached up and drew her finger around JT’s jaw line.
JT was gobsmacked. What on earth was she talking about?
“Still a wee bit tipsy, are we, Mags?”
“Urghh!” Mandy harrumphed indignantly. She struggled out of JT’s hold to stand on her own two feet, then looked up into his face and spoke in a stern tone that reflected her displeasure at both his assessment of her sobriety and choice of nickname. “My name is Magenta, as in the colour, He-Man, I’m not some sort of optional extra that you put on your car. It’s mah-jen-tah!” She enunciated the word as if speaking to a slow-learning child. “What is it about Aussie men that they have to shorten surnames into some sort of nickname? It’s really not very imaginative—and I am not drunk!” she seethed.
Mandy turned her back on him and put the key in the lock, opened her front door and walked inside.
JT had felt the loss immediately when she’d struggled from his grasp, but he turned to leave. Although disappointed the night was over, he was glad the fight had come back into Mandy’s amazing eyes. He was still not able to put his finger on what it was about her eyes that attracted him. Lost in his own thoughts, he was surprised to hear the challenge in her voice as she called out to him.
“Hey, He-Man, where are you going? You too chicken to come inside?”
Mandy stood back, as if to give him room to pass by and enter her home. She stood with her hands on her curvy hips and looked at him with one eyebrow raised questioningly.
“What could it hurt?” JT grinned as he stepped towards the little spitfire.
Standing just inside the door, JT looked around the room. The layout was similar to Caitlin Walters’ flat on the ground floor of the same building, but the décor was nothing like it. Mandy’s living room was chaos. Easels, paint and paintbrushes littered the room. Canvases of all sizes—some used and some still blank—leaned against the walls. Splashes of colour seemed to be everywhere.
It took JT a moment to realise that he was in a studio. Mandy Magenta was an artist, and judging by what he could see, she did it all—portraits, still life, landscape, abstract…it was all there. Including what looked, in JT’s opinion, to be a painting of a giant penis.
Chapter Four
Mandy closed the door and waited for JT’s reaction to her flat. Looking around as if through his eyes, she could see that it would appear cluttered, but she knew it was clean. Dirt and dust were not good for wet paint.
With him just standing there, his back so close, she couldn’t resist any longer and had to run her hands over the well-defined muscle formation. She could see those protruding ridges stretching the lines of his shirt. He looked so powerful, so masculine. Mandy was almost drooling at the thought of copying his likeness to canvas. She was a little distracted by her own imagination, so when he spun her around and grabbed at her hands, halting their explorations over him, she jumped.
“Whoa there, wait a minute, woman. A man normally likes to take the lead in this sort of thing.” JT spoke in an amused but throaty voice.
Mandy looked up at him, confused and a little annoyed. He held her hands in his, a little above her head, his grip firm but still gentle. Strangely, she did not feel even a flicker of fear.
“You have the most impressive body I’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing up close. I just wanted to feel every shape, ridge and roped muscle beneath my fingers,” Mandy enthused. “The colours you are creating in my head are unbelievable. I want—no, need—to see you nude. To imprint that picture in my memory. You are the perfect specimen of everything that is male.”
Although speaking earnestly, honestly, her voice came out sounding rather husky to her own ears.
JT released the hold he had on her hands. He picked her up and pushed her against the wall, his mouth closing in on Mandy’s lips. JT kissed her hungrily, nipping at her bottom lip until she opened up for him.
Mandy wasn’t sure what had hit her. But as that hard, hot mouth descended on hers she immediately felt the connection. The colours exploded through her mind. A kaleidoscope of vermillion reds and bright oranges combined in vibrant patterns that resembled flames licking at her. Scorching her. Her body was also on fire, fevered, the heat so intense that it was as if her skin was being stroked by hot embers. The feeling of JT’s tongue consuming her mouth, invading, making a claim, seemed to wake some hidden animal within her. She threw her arms around his thick neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, finding that she was just able to lock her ankles around his massive form. She thrust her tongue into JT’s mouth, trying to challenge his ownership, making her own claims in return, as she rubbed her body up against him.
“Slow down, Mags,” JT said breathlessly, but she saw the wild, hungry look in his eyes that contradicted his words.
Mandy looked at JT, her confusion turning to anger. Slow down? The man had, without warning, pounced on her like some savage, slammed her up against the wall and kissed her senseless.
Obviously, JT had not realised it had been the artist in Mandy speaking. He had completely missed the implication that she wanted only to sketch or paint his likeness onto canvas.
But when he’d kissed her, Mandy had known that this was right. This man was what her body craved. Needed.
So why on earth did he want to slow down? She could have scratched his eyes out for heating her up so much, just to pull away. Mandy almost shouted at him as she fought her desire to pummel his chest.
“Hey, He-Man, you started this. Can’t you take the heat? Not very gentlemanly of you to get a girl all fired up, just to walk away. So what do they call the male equivalent of a cock tease?”
Chapter Five
JT was speechless. No-one had ever spoken to him quite so passionately. Her voice, the things she’d said, had awoken in him a primal need that he hadn’t felt for so long.
But he was confused by her words. He hadn’t started anything. He had spent the night resisting the urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. Had worried about taking advantage, after the shock she had suffered. She had been the one spouting all that romantic stuff about his body, with that sultry look in her eye and her pouty lips biting at each other. Not to mention, it had been her hands roaming all over his back, her touch burning him in its wake. He must be going mad.
“I didn’t start this, you did… All that sexy talk about me. What was that about?”
JT was not expecting her response. Not at all. He was shocked when she actually laughed at him. His cock would have softened, if not for the fact that her hot pussy was still pushed snugly up against it.
“I wanted to use you as a model. To sketch you, paint you. Draw every defined muscle of that amazing physique you’ve created. Not get down and dirty with you, He-Man. Although I think I’ve changed my mind on that one. I want all of you. Are you up for it?”
Mandy and JT eyed each other, standing mashed together in such a ridiculous pose—her against the wall, her legs still wrapped round him, and him snarling down at her.
They both started laughing.
“This is going well.” JT chuckled. “How ’bout we start this over again? I want you, Mags! I have all night. You can probably feel just how much by what’s pushing against that hot pussy of yours.”
“Hmmm, I sure can,” she replied before unfurling her legs from around his hips and sliding seductively down the front of him, then grabbing hold of the bulging form at the front of his jeans. “Maybe you should get rid of these, so I can get a good look at how much you want me.”
She brazenly unzipped his jeans, then pushed the denim down J
T’s legs. Kneeling down in front of him, she took the weight of his thick, hard cock in one hand and the round, fleshy sac underneath in the other. She rubbed her thumb over the satiny tip of his rock-hard erection, spreading the pearl-like drop of fluid that had gathered around its bulbous head. Smiling up at him with a twinkle in her eye, she licked her lips.
“Careful, little girl. Don’t start what you’re not prepared to finish,” JT growled, as he gently pushed her head back down towards his throbbing cock.
JT would have stopped, though, the second Mandy had so much as hesitated. It was an idle threat on his behalf. JT had never forced a woman, and didn’t think much of men who did. But he sent a silent prayer of thanks heavenwards when Mandy opened her mouth and wrapped those pouty red lips around the head of his shaft, sucking it deep into her mouth.
The sight of her cheeks hollowing and her head bobbing up and down, let alone the feel and sound of that hot mouth swallowing him, was nearly enough to make JT spill his seed. Before that could happen, he wanted to spend some time exploring her curvaceous little body. JT, grabbing Mandy by the shoulders, encouraged her to stand. Those big, bright eyes looked up at him as his cock made a plopping sound when she released it from her wicked mouth, nearly doing in the last of his self-control.
Dragging Mandy up against his chest, JT crushed his mouth down on her very talented lips, trying to regain some semblance of control over his body.
He wanted to taste every bit of this woman, starting with her mouth, which tasted like honey and spice, warm and exotic. He nipped at her bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth to soothe it. Looking down into her eyes, he spoke, his voice a throaty, husky whisper.
“Honey, do you have a bed or should I just strip you naked and fuck you right here on the floor?”
Mandy’s eyes widened at his explicit question. She licked at her lips and grabbed his hand, trying to drag him towards another destination—probably her bedroom. But Mandy had forgotten that JT still had his pants down around his ankles. JT stood his ground. As she looked back at him, eyes rounded, seemingly alarmed at his lack of movement, he calmly bent down and, with one hand, hitched up his jeans just enough that he could freely move in the direction she had indicated. He swooped her up in his free arm as he went by.
He only half noticed the décor of the room. The main piece of furniture was a huge bed. The bed’s frame was some sort of metal, like a cage, that wrapped around the mattress. But he was distracted and far more interested in the private strip show going on in front of him, now that he had placed Mandy back on her feet. She was seductively removing her clothing, piece by piece. JT’s mouth was watering at the sight. His hands itched to touch her, to freely explore her. Mandy’s sexy, curvy feminine body was a sight JT would not easily forget.
Mandy loved the way JT was watching her strip for him—his eyes held such a wild, hungry look. It was the first time she had felt like making love in a long time. It was also the first time she’d felt like a sensual women in too long. She couldn’t believe how hot and wet she was for him, feeling the cream actually leaking out from between her folds. The way he had spoken, crudely yet in a tone that had done amazing things to her already turned-on body. The fact that she was turned on at all was a surprise to Mandy.
That last time with Con, he had forced himself upon her, hitting her repeatedly and biting down on her sensitive breasts hard enough to draw blood. Even now, months later the marks were still visible, although they had faded. Her cries of pain had only seemed to arouse him more and more. Mandy liked it a bit rough, but not to the extent he had taken it. She had been scared, in pain, and Con wouldn’t stop. Mandy had grabbed her clothes and run naked from his home the minute he had turned away from her. It seemed as if she had been running from him and his fists ever since.
Shaking off the shiver that ran down her spine at the memory, Mandy focused back on the magnificent male standing in front of her—focused on JT.
He would be the first man she had invited into her new bed. It was her haven, just her and the shapes she had welded lovingly into the frame work. She had formed the steelwork into snakes, inspired by Medusa. She’d made each snakehead with her own hands, embedding jewels or gemstones for eyes, giving each snake a lifelike and individual appearance.
Feeling emboldened, Mandy crawled backwards onto her bed and crooked her finger at JT wantonly, in a sign of invitation for him to join her.
JT didn’t need to be asked twice, and stripped out of his clothes at a frantic pace. He reached out and pulled her back to the edge of the bed. Sitting between her splayed legs, the width of his shoulders spreading her wide, he ran his hands first over her ankles, then stroked his thumbs up the insides of her legs, up over her calf muscles, over her knees and past her now quivering thighs. Little goose bumps broke out over Mandy’s skin. She should have felt embarrassed to be spread so vulnerably in front of him, but the shiver that racked her body was pure eager anticipation.
Chapter Six
JT’s thumbs reached her pussy lips. He could see them glistening through her little curls. After making eye contact with Mandy, seeking approval from her to continue, JT put his head between her thighs. Opening her wide with his thumbs, he licked her from the bottom of her moist folds right up to the little hooded nub at the apex of her pussy, holding her down with his arms across her thighs, so she was trapped under his tongue’s assault.
Mandy tasted like perfection. JT lapped at and feasted on her pussy like a starving man as she writhed and moaned beneath his ministrations. Every time he felt her squirming body getting closer to climax, he retreated teasingly, waiting for her to cry out his name and plead for him to bring her to release.
Mandy did start moaning JT’s name, and he could wait no longer. He sucked and tongued her clit with renewed vigour as he pushed first one finger, then another, into her moist channel and pumped. It took only seconds before she exploded with such force that JT nearly lost his grip on her—her body arched and tensed before collapsing back on the bed.
JT picked Mandy up under her armpits and gently tossed her up to the head of the bed. He manoeuvred his body into position, placing his cock against her entrance—that wet haven he had just feasted upon—and plunged in. One hard stroke and he claimed her.
It felt like heaven, tight and warm. Placing Mandy’s legs above his shoulders, he thrust again, the new angle allowing him deeper access. JT wanted to be completely embedded in her.
It was then that it hit him.
No condom!
“What the fuck?” JT’s loud, deep voice reverberated around the room. “I don’t have a condom on. And I don’t have one with me.”
He groaned and withdrew his rock-hard erection from Mandy, quickly but reluctantly, still very hot and bothered.
After her initial groan of anguish as JT jerked his length from her, Mandy started making soothing, cooing sounds as she pushed at him until he rolled onto his back. She climbed over him, straddling his massive torso, and reached into her bedside drawer, her nipples brushing against his lips invitingly as she bent over him. Then she whispered into his ear, blowing an extra little breath on him, “It’s okay, He-Man. I’ve got you covered.”
After fighting to get the packet open, Mandy ripped a foil package with her teeth, then removed the condom and rolled it slowly onto his still very rigid form.
JT was trying not to blow. He looked at the ceiling, at the walls, anything, trying somehow to distract himself as this amazing woman took control again. The touch of Mandy’s fingers as she rolled that rubber onto his cock was almost torture. It was in his desperation to be distracted that he finally noticed the intricate design of her headboard. There were dozens of metal snakes, curled around as if protecting the human occupants in the bed. Those watchful eyes seemed to be blinking at him.
“Wow that’s fucking awesome! I love your bed, never seen anything like it.”
“That’s cause it’s a one-off—my design, my creation. Yours is the first erection my
girls have ever seen…” Her answer faltered as she lowered herself over his rigid cock slowly. He could feel the walls of her pussy widen to accommodate his girth—the way her inner muscles tightened around him left him breathless, his eyes rolled back into his head at the pleasure she was bringing him. Then she started to rock, moving her hips up and down over him.
JT was not going to be able to hold on for much longer—watching her ride him was the biggest turn-on. Her eyes were so unique, and they burnt into his soul. It was about the time she began pulling those protruding plum-coloured nipples, her eyes boldly locked to his, that he finally became aware of the difference in the shades of her eyes, and unintentionally spoke the thought out loud.
“My God, I finally figured out what it is about those eyes of yours that have always got me so hot. Each eye is a different colour—chocolate and caramel,” he stuttered, trying to think coherently while the woman straddling him did her best to blow his mind. She was winning, but JT managed one last sentence before he succumbed to his carnal desire. “Woman, you are amazing—everything about you is amazing, beautiful!”
JT grabbed hold of Mandy by the hips, taking back control. Flipping her little body over in one smooth motion, so it lay beneath his, he started pumping. He could hear the sound of his balls slapping against her bottom as she wrapped her legs around him and held on. JT, knowing he was close, but wanting to bring her apart underneath him first, reached down between their slick bodies, and using his finger, found and stroked her clit.
Chapter Seven
She loved the feel of his muscular chest under her hands and the rug of curly, black hair that covered some of that broad expanse, leading a path down to his groin and where they were joined. Her colours, so vibrant and alive, wove through her mind, a palette that even she found unusually exquisite.
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