Mandy could not believe the words spilling from her mouth—they were downright dirty! But they sure were having the right effect on JT, who moaned and growled in her ear, finally cutting off any more of her provocative words by covering her mouth with his.
His kiss was deep, desperate and so, so very hot. Mandy was sizzling.
JT pulled away from her.
“You’re not playing nice, woman. I’m so hot for you right now, it’s bordering on painful, my dick is so hard. I love the way you talk, but just so you know, you will not be involved in any licking or sucking anytime soon, because for the first good long while after we’re relieved of this babysitting torment, I will be doing all the sucking, touching and licking. I’m looking forward to devouring that sweet-tasting pussy of yours. I’m thinking of a number—a very high number—of orgasms you will have to endure before you get anywhere near my cock.”
* * * *
The time it took for Caitlin and Brodie to return after Riley had gone to bed was the longest, most torturous and yet most pleasurable hour Mandy had ever experienced, as she and JT each took turns trying to outdo the other in describing the ways they intended to pleasure each other.
At the sound of the key turning in the door’s lock, JT jumped up. He scooped Mandy into his arms and headed for her upstairs flat, not even stopping to speak to Caitlin and Brodie in the doorway on the way out. Mandy just heard the sounds of their laughter behind her, as her He-Man carried her away to ravage her—she hoped!
Unlocking and opening the door while still in JT’s arms was an easy task for Mandy. He walked them through the door with his mouth attached once again to her lips, and with his heel he kicked the door closed behind them. Both were so hot from their time spent petting that it took only seconds before they were both naked, still standing only a few feet from the doorway.
Mandy ran her hands over JT’s sculpted, hard chest, moaning and panting as the feel of him under her hands aroused her uncontrollably. She kissed his flat, dark nipples, as they were on a level she could easily access with her mouth, and grabbed his shaft in one hand, loving the feel of it—hot and throbbing because of her. Mandy heard JT moan as he grabbed at her and turned her around, so she was facing away from him.
“My God, Mags, I can’t wait. I need you now. Bend over the table and spread those pretty legs wide for me. I’m going to ram my cock so far into that sweet, hot pussy of yours, you’re going to feel like I’ve become a part of you.”
Mandy could not have been any more excited by the way he pushed her down onto the worktable, his voice sounding so gravelly and needy. She all but came apart at the sound. Even though JT was acting dominant, she was not the least bit concerned. She knew he would not hurt her—he was nothing like Con.
Her aroused nipples pushed against the cold table and puckered even more as she waited for him to finally fill her. Using his feet, JT spread her legs even wider apart, and she felt the end of his cock part her swollen and wet lips from behind. Expecting him to plunge in, Mandy was surprised at his breathtakingly slow entrance. Impatient, she tried to wiggle back onto him, but he held her still as he inched his cock home.
Ever so slowly.
Mandy could feel her inner muscles at first trying to repel him, before opening and welcoming him in, holding him tight as he slowly stretched her womanly core. When finally she thought she could take no more of this exquisite torment, JT pulled back, nearly retreating all the way out of her, only to repeat the entry process again, even more slowly. Mandy was actually begging him, surprised to hear the sounds of her own voice sobbing and pleading for him to fuck her hard and fast. She was relieved when JT did just that.
At the sounds of her begging, JT seemed to lose control, slamming in and out of her relentlessly. She was lucky the table didn’t break apart under the force. Mandy could do nothing more than hold on as she took this man fully into her body and soul. The orgasm hit Mandy hard, the feeling so intense that she seemed to hover for minutes in pure ecstasy. Streaks of silver exploded like stars in her mind, before liquefying to form a lake of melted silver ore—pure perfection. She felt JT empty himself into her, shooting hot wads into the inner depths of her pussy.
Mandy said nothing, not wanting to mention to him that they had forgotten a condom.
Her body trembled underneath JT’s weight, not because of it but because her whole body was like warm, mushy jelly. JT had not mentioned the lack of protection either.
As he picked her up around the waist, her bottom against his stomach, she felt like a ragdoll. He just seemed to carry her around so easily. Which was an added bonus, as Mandy was not sure she could have made her legs function anyway. They headed towards the bedroom. JT, still holding on to Mandy, managed to crawl under the covers, laying them both down and pulling her even closer to him. She fit so well beneath his chin and with her bottom tucked up against his groin.
Mandy was so sleepy and satisfied, her body humming with pleasure.
* * * *
When she woke, again held tightly in warm, strong arms, she couldn’t help but smile. How complete she felt when she was with JT. It was as if she had found her other half—the half that made her whole, happy and content. The sound of his husky morning voice was so hot and arousing.
“Hey, my sexy woman… How did you sleep?”
“Mmmm… Like a baby,” she replied. It was then that she remembered the night before and the lack of protection. “JT, we didn’t use protection last night,” Mandy whispered, almost scared of what his reply might be. “I’m so sorry. I should have stopped you, but I just forgot all about a condom. It’s okay—I’m clean. I got tested just recently, and I’m pretty sure there is nothing to worry about, but I won’t hold you responsible…”
Before she could finish, JT had flipped her on her back and was staring down angrily at her. Mandy was not scared of him, not like she was of Con. She knew somehow deep inside her that JT wouldn’t physically hurt her. Emotionally, he could devastate her—but that wasn’t his fault. She had to take full responsibility for falling so fast.
“What do you mean, not hold me responsible?” JT’s voice was both powerful and direct. “It was as much my fault as yours and I can’t ever remember forgetting a rubber before. I sure as hell wouldn’t walk away from the responsibility. Fathering a baby is something that I wouldn’t mind considering in the future.”
After holding her gaze for a time, the serious expression on his face plain for Mandy to see, JT kissed her roughly, possessively, not giving Mandy any time to react to his words. The passion in his kiss was so intense the sparks could have lit up the room. Mandy felt swallowed up by JT’s mouth as he started to move down her body inch by inch, taking ownership of her senses. Kissing and licking. Biting and soothing. Setting every nerve on fire. She would never get enough of him.
He was a dominant male, yet she didn’t feel trapped or pressured. She felt cherished, adored.
Mandy knew this was meant to be. The colours inside her mind were almost fading away as they seemed to reach for JT. It was as if they were telling her they were not needed anymore. It was his turn to be inside her head, to inspire, soothe and ultimately love her. Well, she hoped that JT would grow to love her, because she—Amanda ‘Mandy Magenta’ Smith—ignoring any sense of self preservation, was fully, without any doubt, in love with him.
Chapter Eleven
JT was calm. He had left Mandy’s bed knowing, in his mind, that she was his. He knew it to be fact—just as the sun would come up tomorrow, it was understood. Mandy was, and always would be, his woman. Now all he had to do was convince her of that, without coming off as some kind of controlling nut-job, like her ex. No wonder his father had never dated again after his mother had died—if his father had felt about his mum as JT did about Mandy, what would have been the point? No one could compare.
JT had to attend a training session, then he was taking Mandy over to meet the old man. He wasn’t worried—he knew his father would love her. How could he no
t?
Mandy had said she had some work to finish first. She had a market stall on Saturday to prepare for, and had told him she needed to make some more bits and pieces of jewellery to sell. He didn’t know much about women and fashion, but even with his limited knowledge JT knew one thing for sure—Mandy’s designs were good. Good enough that he would purchase something from her if he was looking for a gift.
JT wanted to be with Mandy every free moment they had, but he had already promised young Riley that he would go and watch the boy compete in a swimming carnival. So he had made Mandy promise that she would go with him to the league game that Saturday night, offering to seat her next to Caitlin and Riley so she wouldn’t be alone. The thought of her sitting in the stands, watching him, made him smile. It would be a good feeling to play for her, knowing she was cheering for him.
JT was in love and he wanted the world to know. The fact that Brodie and JT had both met their true loves around the same time, living in the same building, was not lost on JT.
“Good things come to those who wait.” JT laughed.
But first he had tonight with Mandy, and was looking forward to showing her his family home—and his bed!
* * * *
Mandy, at first incredibly nervous about meeting JT’s father, had ended up having a wonderful night. Jon Senior was adorable, just a bigger, older version of JT.
“Who would have thought anyone could be bigger than JT?” she had told them.
Dinner was relaxed and JT appeared happy and loving. He didn’t seem to care that his father was around as he kissed her, often, and pulled her into his lap at every opportunity. Mandy loved the way she could sit so comfortably in JT’s lap.
“You are like my own private, portable chair,” she teased him, earning another smouldering kiss in response.
Mandy looked at photographs of JT and his mother, Elaina. She was beautiful, although she looked so fragile in the candid shots, standing in between her giant men like a porcelain doll with long, black hair, blue eyes and such pale skin. Mandy was sad she would never get to meet the mother of this wonderful man. The thought brought tears to her eyes, for not only JT’s lost mother but the mother Mandy did have, who was not part of her life either, but for different reasons.
* * * *
Later that evening, when they were alone, Mandy felt the need to tell JT about her colours, wanted him to be privy to the secrets that made her who she was, but she was apprehensive. In her past experience, those few times when she had opened up and had tried to explain her gift, most had thought her a little strange because of the way her mind filled with colour in a parallel to the emotion she was feeling at the time. Mandy was never quite sure whether her mood caused her mind to react that way, or if it was the other way around.
Mandy Magenta had not always been her name. No, in her boring life back in an unremarkable suburb of Perth, boring Amanda Mary Smith had lived with her boring parents. Her mother, Ann Smith, had been a homemaker and church groupie who had spent all her free time doing one thing or another for the parish. Mandy’s father had been an accountant—yes, unimaginative William Smith continued the pattern that had made up their boring life. Chops for tea on Monday, sausages on Tuesday, Wednesday was chicken, roast on Sunday. Routine was the Smith household way.
Young Mandy—or Amanda back then—had found it hard to breathe. Her mind had been filled with only grey and white. It was at school that Mandy had found her reason for living. When she’d picked up that first crayon, way back in kindy, her world had become bright. Colours had begun to fill her mind.
Although she had been praised and acclaimed throughout her school years as a talented artist, Mandy’s parents had discouraged what they’d seen as frivolous behaviour. Ann and William had always been afraid for Mandy—they’d worried that her different-coloured eyes were an indicator of something evil. Often using this phenomenon as a reason to explain her strange and unconventional behaviour, they’d told her repeatedly that cooking or sewing and Bible study was the right path for a proper young girl to follow.
“No future to be had in drawings,” her father had repeated, over and over.
Her parents’ attempts to quell her desires had only managed to inflame them. As a rebellious teen, Mandy had dyed her hair continuously—bright pink, indigo, even cyan blue. Anything just to be different. Not boring.
Mandy loved her eyes. One iris was a dark, chocolate brown and the other was a light caramel. They made her feel unique. Mandy had discovered that the phenomenon even had a medical name—heterochromia.
Mandy had painted or sketched anything and everything. Her pièce de résistance and final act of betrayal, in the eyes of her parents, had been her painting of a giant, engorged penis. Or what Mandy had assumed one would look like. At that stage, she had only seen images of them in books. She could still see the look on her mother’s prudish face, eyes bulging in shock and horror, as she’d sputtered verses from religious texts to rid her of her evil spawn. And so Amanda had left and Mandy’s life had begun, for better or worse.
JT listened intently to her, holding her a little more tightly when she mentioned her parents, obviously trying to support her as she spoke of her unhappy childhood but his smile grew wide, with a hint of mischief showing in his eyes, as she described the flame-like effects and splashes of vibrant hues that often filled her mind when they were intimate. The way the colour reflected the heat and intensity of her responses to JT’s body.
“So, what you’re telling me, babe, is that I set your world on fire… Is that it?” He grinned smugly at her.
“Yes, He-Man, there is that. But I’ve also never felt such calming green tones as when I’m with you. You seem to evoke the most amazing rainbow in my head.”
“So…what sort of colour does—let me see—me nibbling on your scrumptious nipples evoke? Is it the good kind? What about if I pinch them like this? Mmm… I think we should experiment a little and see if we can conjure up something truly unique, what do you think, you gorgeous, remarkable woman? Let me inspire the artist in you and create our own masterpiece.”
Mandy loved the way JT was touching her and the way he understood her, believed in her. She tried to interpret the shades he was inspiring, describe them in words that he could understand, but before too long Mandy could not concentrate on her mind—it was her body that was exploding with sensations, every nerve end tingling under JT’s undivided attention.
* * * *
They had stayed in JT’s room all night. Mandy had loved the scent of JT on his sheets and pillows, but had been a little embarrassed at the sounds of their passion, knowing Jon Senior was just down the hall. It certainly hadn’t seemed to worry JT at all, as he’d moaned her name loudly more than once.
Finding both men wandering companionably around the spacious kitchen the next morning filled her heart, made her smile. As she stood watching these two mammoth men—JT wearing only pyjama bottoms, his chest bare to match his feet, while Jon Senior wore, more modestly, PJs, robe and slippers—Mandy wished her life could have been as easy with her parents. Sensing her gaze, JT turned and smiled. The warmth of that smile alone was enough to cause those now familiar fluttery feelings—needy feelings—to wash over Mandy. She was surprised by her body’s immediate response. JT had already satisfied her more than once, the last time just minutes ago.
“Hey, woman, bacon and eggs sound okay?” JT questioned Mandy, as Jon Senior pulled out a chair for her so she could sit down.
“Well, now! A good morning to you, Mandy. We’ve never had a female guest stay over before. I hope you slept well?” the older man said with a cheeky wink.
Mandy didn’t know whether to be embarrassed by the wink or delighted by his statement about her being the first woman to stay the night with JT.
It wasn’t long before Mandy was happily digging into the first breakfast any man had ever made for her, chatting away easily as if she had been there at the table with these two men her whole life.
The day
ahead was busy for both Mandy and JT. She had a stall to set up, and JT was off to watch Riley compete in a swimming carnival before preparing for tonight’s game. JT dropped her off at home, leaving her to get on with her plans after a delivering a few more scorching, no-holds-barred kisses. She was comforted by the knowledge that they would see each other again in only a few hours.
* * * *
Since she had already packed and stored her newly-made jewellery safely in readiness for transport the day before, it didn’t take her long to get moving. Mandy pondered that being happy obviously made her very productive. Climbing into her little red van, she headed out to the markets, still able to smell JT’s scent on her skin. His lovemaking early that morning had been as satisfying as ever. She had joked with him about the rumour that sportsmen abstained from sex before a game, but JT had said that was only for the wimps. “My woman makes me stronger, harder…more manly,” he had bragged, then had proceeded to show her how hard he was, the memory of his actions alone causing her to blush. Her temperature soared so hot that Mandy was forced to turn the car air-conditioning on—and it was winter.
Mandy knew she wouldn’t have achieved much at all today if JT had been around, distracting her. She was looking forward to going to watch the Jets play tonight, joining Caitlin and Riley for the game. If Mandy was honest with herself, she was also a little terrified at the whole idea of watching her first game. After hearing from Riley what exactly JT did, it had all sounded a bit brutal to her. Mandy was also worried she wouldn’t fit in with these types of people. She was used to attracting stares with her unique appearance, but Mandy didn’t want to embarrass JT.
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