But this time? This time he wasn’t being careful. This time, I thought he might well and truly be losing control—and I fucking loved it.
I loved that I made him forget to be careful. I loved that he was past the point of keeping himself in check.
I loved him.
Oh my God.
I loved him.
I loved him a lot, actually.
I would have to be in love with him to allow him to do this to me without freaking out.
His mouth broke from mine, and we both gasped for air. He moved down my body, pausing to nibble on my jaw before moving down my throat where he pressed a kiss in that indention at the base of my neck.
He skimmed his lips softly over the well-worn, ribbed tank top I’d thrown on after work. The moment he got to the gap in between my shirt and my shorts, he paused to drag his tongue along the exposed skin.
I bit my lip and tried not to moan—a force of habit seeing as usually, Amanda was right in the next room when we did this.
Today, though…thank God, she wasn’t here.
Because when he tugged the hem of my shorts up and ran his lips along the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thigh—I lost the battle with my voice.
I gasped and moaned, panted and squirmed.
All while his tongue trailed over my skin, getting closer to the part of my leg where my panties were stopping him from getting to the vital bits.
His hands were just as busy as his tongue.
While he was licking, he shoved my shirt up and stretched one strong hand up to burrow under my bra. His big mitt was now cupping my breast, engulfing it in his rough palm.
I wanted nothing more than to bury my hands in his hair, to guide his face to where I really wanted it to be, but I was scared that if I did, he’d come to his senses and stop what he was doing.
I didn’t want him to come to his senses. I wanted him to ravish me. I wanted him to be who he was, not what he thought that I needed him to be.
I wanted him rough between my legs. I wanted him to flip me over and fuck me from behind.
I didn’t want Gentle Johnny. I wanted Wild Johnny. The man who wouldn’t hesitate when it came to fucking his woman.
And I was that—his woman.
He should be able to do whatever the hell he wanted to do to me.
“Please,” I breathed, unable to keep my pleading in any longer.
He chuckled, then dropped to his knees beside the couch.
He didn’t go far, but what he did do was position me so that one of my legs was thrown over the arm of the couch, and the other was stretched out along the cushions. The new position gave him full access to me—or would have if I didn’t still have my pants on, that was.
But he solved that little problem by yanking both my panties and my shorts to the side and starting to lick.
The first swipe of his tongue from my clit to the entrance of my pussy sent a delicious shiver straight down my spine.
I swallowed convulsively as I tried hard not to squirm my way off of the couch.
“Stay still or I’ll stop,” he ordered.
I nearly cried out in frustration, but then he went back to licking, focusing this time on my clit.
He didn’t actually touch it with his tongue at first, just drew circles around it with the very tip, driving me insane while also driving me higher and higher to something I’d only ever felt with him.
He started to hum, making my eyes close, and my hands clench into fists.
He was enjoying this.
I knew he was.
I growled low in my throat and would’ve bucked my hips, but his hand came down flat on my belly, pushing me down as he’d anticipated my frustration.
“Uh-uh,” he said against my pussy.
I cried out in frustration, needing something. His fingers. His cock. His mouth. All of them at once.
Yet I got only one of those things and it wasn’t even close to being enough.
He was teasing me, and he knew that I was frustrated, but the damn man only continued.
He continued like that for long, unbearable, maddening minutes until suddenly, he latched those perfect lips of his onto my clit and sucked deeply.
I went off like a bottle rocket—shooting hard and fast straight into the stratosphere.
I was panting, unsure of what had just occurred, when he started to laugh and stood up.
I swallowed hard when he pushed his pants down off his hips—unaware that at some time during his teasing that he’d freed his cock from the confines of his jeans.
I licked my lips and stared at him, alternating between giving him my eyes and discretely eyeing his cock.
He laughed at my inability to stay focused, and then kicked his feet free of his pants and bent down.
His hands went to my shorts and he gave a swift yank, tugging them free of my legs and tossing them over the couch.
I heard them fall to the floor behind it, and I knew that I’d forget all about them until we moved the couch to clean under it in a few weeks.
I started to squirm, and he grinned.
“Never one to sit still, are you?” he teased.
I shook my head.
I wasn’t. Nope.
Even at work, I had to sit on the edge of my seat and drum my fingers and feet on the nearest hard surface.
He watched me so long that I wondered if there was something wrong, and then he said, “Take off your shirt and your bra.”
It was an order. One I obeyed almost immediately.
My small, perky tits were flushed due to the arousal sparking through my body. My nipples were peaked and hard, a dusky reddish brown.
He swallowed and trailed his eyes from my tits to my pussy, then growled.
“Fuck.”
I would’ve asked what was wrong next, but before I could get a word out, he was back down on top of me, repositioning me on the couch and pushing my legs out wide with his knees.
They moved willingly as my eyes connected with his.
The tip of his cock brushed my exposed pussy, and I hissed.
In between one breath and the next, he had his cock in his hand, and he was dragging it between the lips of my sex, covering his cock in my wetness. Once it was thoroughly coated, he brought it up to my clit and rubbed the tip in circles, this time exactly where I needed it most.
I moaned as my eyes fell shut, my heart pounding so hard in my chest that I would’ve worried about my survival—if I could find it in me to care.
But if I had to die—this would be the way I wanted to go. With Johnny between my legs, showing me everything that he loved about my body.
“June, baby. Look at me.”
My eyes slid open slowly as if I was drunk, and I stared at him long and hard.
His bright eyes were focused solely on me. His mouth was parted slightly, and his beard was shimmering with my wetness, which made me blush—knowing exactly how that wetness had gotten there. His hair was wild, and his chest was heaving, as if this was the one and only thing that was making his life worth living.
It was the sexiest look I’d ever seen in my life.
Hands down, I knew right then and there that I was the luckiest woman in the world. To have that look aimed at me? I’d never be able to put into words what it meant to me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his arm—which was supporting his upper body—flex. He wasn’t unaffected either, that was for sure.
“When you look at me like that, I find it hard to breathe,” he whispered gruffly.
Then, without another word, he kept his gaze locked with mine, and started to push inside of me.
I moaned, loving the burning stretch as he filled me. Slowly, inch by inch, he took me.
There wasn’t a single second that I wasn’t thanking every god there was that this man—and his appendages—was mine.
At some point, I lost sight of his eyes because I could no longer keep m
ine open. The breaths filling my lungs felt too small—and I was having trouble concentrating on anything but the way he felt inside of me.
He growled. “Look at me.”
I did, opening my eyes and staring at him—but my gaze was hazy. Stars were swirling around my vision, and I was having trouble articulating words.
“Please,” I breathed. “Please.”
That seemed to be the only word that I could make come out of my mouth.
He studied my face for a long second and then he must have decided that whatever he saw was what he needed to see, because the next second, he gave me exactly what I wanted—all of it.
His all.
He started to fuck me in long, hard strokes. No holding back, no being careful.
I nearly jackknifed off the couch at the feel of his tongue flicking back and forth over the sensitive bud.
“Fuck!”
I don’t know who was more surprised by my reaction, him or me. But he kept doing what he was doing, and I brought my left hand up to pinch my other nipple.
That added stimulation was perfect, because moments later, with zero touching of my clit, I came. I came so hard that I could no longer breathe.
My vision went hazy—but I kept my eyes open.
He watched me crash over the edge, and the smile on his face followed me into the abyss he’d created.
A sharp pain in my nipple seemed to just continue the perfect torture as he bit down hard enough to cause me to scream.
And then I couldn’t remember a freakin’ thing because my orgasm went from one to another in such a rapid succession that I realized that maybe this really would be the way I was going to die.
Chapter 19
Where is the Nutella hiding? I’m nutelling you.
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Johnny
I heard the doorknob jiggle as keys were inserted into the lock, and I acted fast, standing up with June in my arms, and walking with fast strides to her bedroom.
Once I was in, I closed the door and turned, slamming her up against it.
Her eyes opened, looking dazed and content and I found my grin once again.
“Be quiet,” I breathed, hearing Amanda open the door. “Or she’ll hear.”
I didn’t bother to tell her that Amanda would likely know exactly what we were doing.
I hadn’t had time to grab our clothes, but that I’d worry about later.
Right now, I had her in my arms, and she’d just come twice on my cock.
It took everything I had not to blow my load right then and there, but instead of doing that, I slowed it down, loving the way she was reacting to me tonight.
I pumped my cock into her slick channel, keeping my eyes on her face, watching her face change expressions.
She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t uneasy. She was loving this, which had me slowing down to take my time and enjoy her.
I loved that she was opening up to me, trusting me to give her what she needed. What we both needed. I loved it even more that she was losing that hesitancy when it came to us being intimate.
She was growing into her new self, and she was becoming more confident with each day that passed.
I loved that she was trusting me with that, and I loved her.
As I pushed my cock into her once more, I held steady when I felt and heard the knock on the door. “Uh, June? I have someone coming over in about twenty minutes…I put your clothes in a basket outside the door. Could you not come out here naked? ‘Cause that would be super.”
June blinked, losing some of her sexual haze, and blushed.
I grinned, then pulled out of her, only to push back inside.
“O-okay,” June said, sounding drunk. “I’m…I’ll do it.”
I grinned. “What she means to say is that she won’t come out there naked.”
June nodded in agreement, but she didn’t reply.
Amanda laughed.
I pulled back out, then sank back inside.
The feel of her pussy was so hot, so fucking tight it had my balls drawing up with my impending release.
I staved it off, but only just barely, by stilling inside of her.
She squeezed, and I clenched my eyes tightly shut.
“Don’t move,” I pleaded.
She moved.
She bounced her body, taking me into her body roughly, and I lost the desire to go slow.
I slammed back inside of her, taking her so roughly that a squeak left her.
But with no more gentle and sweet left in me at this point, I couldn’t stop myself.
I could only take her and take her I did.
Rough, hard and fast, and when I felt her pussy start to spasm for a third time around me, I lost the battle altogether.
I came hard, groaning out my release.
June’s hand went to my hair and pulled, so hard that my head tilted back, and the cords of my neck strained.
Pulses of come left the tip of my cock and flooded her. One spurt. Two. Three. Four.
By the time the last of my orgasm left me, I was finding it hard to stand.
Turning around, I slid down the door and held onto her tight.
My ass met the cool wood, and I dropped my legs but kept myself planted deep inside of her.
June was sweaty—either from my sweat or hers, I didn’t know. Her head was resting on my shoulder, partially touching the door.
Her hair was sticking to my chest and face, and both of our legs were quivering.
Every once in a while, her pussy would clench around me, aftershocks from her orgasm.
Our breathing was still erratic but slowing down the longer that we sat there.
“I think,” I said, running the palm of my hand down her back. “That next time we should find a bed.”
She giggled, causing her to clench around me again, and I groaned.
“No more of that,” I smacked her ass.
She jumped, then lifted her head to glare at me. “Don’t complain when you know that you like it.”
That wasn’t a fucking lie.
“I…”
“Hey!” Amanda said, and then something touched my ass as I saw the door cracked open. “Your phone’s been ringing like crazy. Answer it.”
I moved over and then reached my fingers around behind me to pull the phone the rest of the way inside. “Thanks.”
June snorted, then narrowed her eyes when she saw the display.
“Who would have called you thirty-eight times?” she asked.
I unlocked it and went to the missed calls, my brows rising when I saw the number of voicemails from an unknown number.
Clicking on the first one, it played aloud for both of us to hear.
“Johnny, this is Rosie,” my ex said, sounding upset. “I’m at the hospital, and I need…”
I skipped to the next one, this one timed five minutes later. “Johnny, I’m not fucking kidding.”
I rolled my eyes and went to the last one that was from a different number. “Mr. Mackenzie, this is Alfred Bentall from Good Shepherd. I have a patient, Rosie…”
I sighed and deleted that message, too.
“What the hell?” she asked. “Why is she calling you?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I grumbled, the mood officially ruined.
She stood up, and wetness dripped down my balls, causing me to grin.
She scrunched her nose up cutely, then walked to her bathroom.
I stood up and glanced down at myself, loving the way her juices and mine mingled on my cock.
I ignored the puddle on the floor and headed toward the bathroom hot on her heels.
“Do you think that Amanda knew what we were doing?” June asked, not quietly at all.
“Yes!” came the reply. “Y’all are loud. Plus, my bathroom and bedroom touch yours. Did you think that you could do this without me knowing? I can hear you poop in the morning. Sex is louder than poo
ps.”
June made a slight scream in the back of her throat, then said, “You know, Amanda. There are certain things that you just don’t share, and that was one of them.”
I laughed and reached for the shower. “On that note, let’s clean up.”
“Just be quiet,” Amanda called. “I have to study with this nerd or I won’t be able to pass my class this semester. Plus, he’s a virgin. I think you might scar him for life if you start that up again. Thank God I came home early.”
June flipped off the wall. “Screw you.”
Amanda laughed, and then the toilet flushed.
She was right. I could hear it perfectly.
“Next time,” I suggested. “We can go to my place.”
June’s eyes widened. “We can?”
I immediately felt bad for not inviting her sooner. “Yeah. But you’ll have to bring a chair or something. I only have a couple of folding chairs at the moment.”
“I have a bean bag.” She pointed to the corner of the room.
I grinned. “Perfect.”
***
I don’t know what time it was that I fell asleep, but when I woke up, heart pounding, I knew that it was time to go.
After giving June a kiss and telling her I was leaving, I got dressed and walked out to the living room to find my keys and boots.
After slipping them on, I walked to the front door, unlocked it, and then relocked it before leaving. Once I double-checked that it was locked behind me, I started walking briskly down the hall.
I took a left out of her apartment, I walked down two doors and unlocked it, entering my apartment.
June didn’t know that I lived two doors down from her, but when she figured it out later—probably tonight—I knew that she’d be pissed.
I just didn’t see the reason in telling her that I was living so close—especially when I had so little in my apartment.
Literally, the only thing in the entire place was a blow-up mattress, a microwave, and a weight set. I had a blanket that was thrown on top of the mattress, and a pillow that had seen better days that I’d stolen from my sister—it had Blaise’s name with ‘CHEER!’ on it.
When you were in the Army, you had no reason to acquire household items—because why the fuck would you need them?
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