by Swann, Rylee
Pain with sharp spikes of intense pleasure wrap me in a cocoon. I rake my nails down Johnny’s back, as if that will free me, allow me to emerge a butterfly.
“You like that, don’t you, baby?” His voice is a rough rasp. I can only nod as he presses farther into me, never pulling back. “Tell me.”
“Yes, oh god, yes, I love that!”
I squirm, the building pressure almost unbearable, and slap my hands down on his ass. The sound reverberates through my bedroom and I slap again before digging my nails in for a good hold. I want to bring him inside me all the way. I need his entire cock to fill me up. I want him to devour me from the inside out.
“That’s my girl,” he growls and brings his head to my breast, sucking in a nipple. His forward pulses grow quicker, the constant pressure on my cervix bringing me to the breaking point. He’s never been this forceful before and I need this to end, never want it to end. Working my hands on his ass, I squeeze him against me until I can’t breathe.
He knows every inch of my body. Knows what I can take. What I want. What I… need. He changes the pulses to circular swirls while punishing my nipple between his teeth, his breath hot as it hisses past me.
Mouth around my tortured flesh, he urges me on. “Come for me now, baby. Come now, come hard.” I buck as he swirls against my cervix, driving into it, not giving me an inch to maneuver.
“I’m… close… oh god…”
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re so tight. Feel so fucking good. Your body, ah fuck… so… fucking… hot…”
He knows just when to start the dirty talk and my brain explodes. I cry out in gasping bursts, like gunshots, my body rigid, my fingers digging into his ass. My cries turn to laughter, the pleasure so powerful the only thing I can do is laugh out my joy.
“That’s it. Now it’s my turn.”
I’m still in the throes of ecstasy, my ass barely touching the mattress when he pulls almost all the way out of me and then excruciatingly slowly pushes himself back in. This is how he loves sex. Not like a wild animal, but as a slow and passionate experience that we share.
The buildup drives me crazy, the need for more ever present but never quite fulfilled. I’ve never had better sex than with this wonderful man.
The muscles of his ass contract with each gentle thrust as he persists, slowly bringing us both closer to the glory of orgasmic chaos. When we’re both closing in on the prize, he begins crooning the lyrics of my favorite Beatles song, “Come Together.” Oh, how this man knows me.
“Here come old flat top…”
He thrusts as he sings, heightening the anticipation because I never know which word he’ll emphasize with another push into my channel. By the time he finishes the first verse, I’m a melting puddle of need, the scent of sex in my nose mixing with Johnny’s manly musk.
I don’t know when my voice joins his, nor does it matter. We’re one person, one heart, one soul united.
“…come together, right now…”
And we do.
His seed rushes into me as I climax harder and with more intensity than before. Even as we’re both lost to our own nirvanas, our gazes are locked, looking into each other’s euphoria. I’ve never known such perfection.
Hours later, I watch the steady rise and fall of Johnny’s chest as he sleeps. This man loves me and I love him. I could not ask for anything more. Gently, I run my hand across his light smattering of chest hair and snuggle against him. My thoughts drift to our future, our happy future, as sleep claims me.
Nothing can destroy my happiness this time, right?
CHAPTER TWO
Gian
I wake up in Jae’s bed, a big, idiotic grin on my face.
Since when do I wake up like this?
Fuck.
I’m not a dopey kid crushing on someone unattainable. It’s the other way around.
Everyone wants me.
Everyone.
Every woman wants me and every man wants to be me.
I stifle a chuckle, knowing that my brother would smack me upside the head if I ever said that out loud. And, he’d be right to do it. You gotta keep that kind of conceit to yourself.
Yet, here I am spread-eagle and naked in a woman’s bed, thinking how insanely lucky I am to have found her. Missing her like a knife to the chest when I know she’s just a few feet away in the en suite bathroom getting ready for the day.
Ri-goddamned-diculous!
Running my hands through my mess of dark wavy hair, I yawn, scratch my balls and get out of bed. I need to drain the lizard and shuffle toward the bathroom. At the door, I hear the shower running and Jae singing.
She has the voice of an angel and I pause mid-step to listen.
I know the song. Another Beatles tune. I don’t think she knows that any other bands exist. Ah, my adorable little Jae. This time it’s “Love Me Do.” I’d be a little disappointed if she was singing “Come Together.” Not after last night. When we made it our song.
My cock wakes at the memory and that stupid smile splashes across my face again. She’s really belting it out and hitting every note perfectly. It almost sounds like she’s giving a rock concert in there.
Sneaking in and to the toilet, I do my business, knowing Jae won’t hear me over the water and her singing.
Perfect.
I’m going to surprise her in there. My cock is almost ready to give her a standing ovation, and she deserves it.
The standing o, not my cock. Fuck, I’m not that conceited. Not with Jae.
I told her once that she should try out for one of those reality singing shows. I’ll never forget the expression on her face when she said no. The sadness mixed with longing. The tiny tremor of her lip that I was sure she thought I didn’t see. The hitch in her voice when she told me it was a silly idea. Something stopped her from pursuing her dreams and I want to murder whoever or whatever it was.
She really is that good. And not just in a shower with perfect acoustics.
Finally shaking off the last drop after a battle with my half-hard cock, I step up to the shower and fling back the curtain.
Jae gives a squeal of delight. “Johnny!”
My god, she is a vision.
The ultimate blonde-haired, blue-eyed cheerleader with legs that go on forever and tits Peggy Sue only wished she had. She’s thirty-one but with my love goggles I see her as not a day over twenty-five.
Stepping into the shower, I finish singing the stanza she was on before I interrupted.
“You know I love you. So please, love me…”
I try to hold the note on the word please but it ends in a croak, causing laughter to spill from Jae’s perfectly shaped lips.
“Woman, don’t you laugh at me!” I say with mock sternness and press her back against the cool tiles of the shower wall. She opens her arms to me as I bend my head to capture her lips. Her nipples pebble against my chest and my rock-hard cock twitches as I press it against her flat belly. She wears a gold belly ring and the painful friction against the tip forces a low, guttural groan from me. “You are so fucking hot, Jae. I’m gonna fuck you right here, right now.”
She inches her legs farther apart as the steaming water beats down on us, her hands clutching my muscled back.
“You know just what I need in the morning. I love you so much.” She looks up at me with her bright blue eyes and smiles.
I love to hear her say those words. They make me feel whole in a way I can’t even explain. And I never tire of them.
“I love you too, babe.” My voice comes out rough with lust.
With a growl, I again take her mouth, pushing my tongue past her lips and into her hot little mouth. Reminding her of what my cock can do, I press my tongue in deep and hold it there, pulsing it rapidly. I take her to the precipice of gagging but not beyond. I know my little angel so well and would never cause her discomfort she didn’t want.
Her fingernails rake into my flesh desperately and I know she’s enjoying, wants more. I aim to please a
nd grab her ass, hoisting her farther up on the slick tiles. Her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass, and with her entrance spread wide, I enter her in one quick thrust.
Once I’m in deep, I hold my length inside her as I just promised with my tongue, and she lets out a gasping moan.
“Oh god, lover. Fuck me now… god.”
That’s my cue. Leaning close to her face, I lick away the rivulets of water streaming down her cheek to hiss against her ear, “Your wish is my command, angel.”
Last night, I gave her what she loves and what I love. This morning is different. This is a quickie. No time for finesse. We both just want to get our rocks off.
I pull almost all the way out of her and then thrust back in hard, rocking her against the wall, her ass making a little squeaking sound each time. Finding my groove, I become a machine to her cries of “oh, oh, oh god.”
Her breasts pressing flat against my chest, her needle-hard nipples continue to do their job to further arouse me. Burying my tongue in her mouth again, I thrust with cock and tongue in unison. I want to devour her. Eat her alive.
She can’t breathe and I give her respite for only an instant—her gasping intake of air my own exhale—before melding with her again. She holds me so tight, as if she wants to take all of me, body and soul, inside her. I thrust harder and harder as she swallows my groans. Her nails cut into my spine. She’s close to the edge and this knowledge makes my balls contract into tight, painful pebbles.
My roar flies down her throat as I come, only my savage grunts audible over the harsh flow of water. I fill her and she writhes against me, caught in her own maelstrom of my making. Holding myself deep in her, I reluctantly break from her lips to look upon her ecstatic expression. Glazed eyes. Puffy, parted lips. Glowing skin. She’s fucking gorgeous. Now, her wild cries of abandon hit my ears and I think of the ridiculous lyrics of Jae’s favorite song.
Come together, right now…
Our song.
My cock slowly softens inside Jae. What a nice place for it to live. If only we could stay just like this forever but that’s impossible.
I set her down on shaky legs. She’s speechless and grinning like a goofball, watching me wash our mingled juices off my dick.
“Meet you in the kitchen.” I kiss her on top of her soaking wet head and depart the shower.
It doesn’t take me long to towel off and dress in the jeans and shirt I arrived in last night but when I get to the kitchen, I find Jae already there, her hair wrapped in a towel, starting breakfast.
Turning to me with a smile on her face and spatula in hand, she motions to the stovetop with a flourish.
“French toast and bacon for my man. Sound good?”
“Sounds delicious.” I smile back at her and breathe in deeply of the amazing scent of bacon starting to fill the room.
She steps up to me and parts my open button-down shirt, running her hand over my chest and defined abs. I love the feel of her dainty hand on my skin.
“Why didn’t you use your key last night?” Her voice is carefully controlled, like she wants to say more about this strange habit of mine, not using the apartment key that she gave me a couple of months ago.
“Is there coffee?” I ask, to deflect. In all honesty, I don’t really have an answer for her. Nor do I want to give it any thought at the moment.
She points to the counter where it’s still percolating, and I nod. “I mean, if you’d used your key you could have witnessed me staring aghast in horror at the spider while flat on my ass.”
She’s doing her best to lighten her tone, but I can tell she’s on the edge of annoyed.
“Flat on your ass?” I chuckle. “I see you in that position a lot.”
She swats me on the shoulder then turns back to the stove, lifting the edge of a piece of toast to check it. “That’s not what I mean—”
The sound of my ringtone, “Hail to the Chief,” interrupts and I pull my cell phone from my back pocket with a mumbled, “I’m sorry,” before answering.
I recognize the female voice on the other end.
I can’t stop my reaction, looking up quickly at Jae, worried she can tell just from my expression who it is. Even though that’s impossible. Thankfully, she’s already turned back to the stove and I dash from the room to talk in private.
As soon as I’m out of earshot, I bring my cell phone to my ear. “Didn’t I tell you not to call me? Didn’t I say I needed time to think?”
The mother I haven’t seen or spoken to since I was just five years old is on the other end of the line. She and her husband, my so-called father, called a couple of weeks ago, straight out of the blue. Threw me for a loop, I have to admit, and if I want to dive even deeper, I might be drinking a bit more than normal since that call.
They gave me up, abandoned me, probably didn’t want me in the first place. At least I had Dominic, my rock of an older brother, to raise me.
“Si, bambino, but it’s been more than a week. Per favore, please I’m worried.” Her voice is frail, thin and grates on my nerves.
“I’m not your bambino,” I say in a harsh tone, and not even as harsh as I’d like it to be.
There’s a strangled gasp from her.
I sigh, giving in just a little when what I really want to do is throw my phone across the room. “Just give me time, like I said. You waited a long time to contact me, so you can give me a few days, okay?”
“Before… per favore… I couldn’t—”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses now. Thank Dio for Dom. Without him who the hell knows where I’d be.” I’m momentarily stunned by my use of the Italian word for God. I don’t speak Italian and I don’t want these unbidden memories surfacing. “A drunk father and a mother who chose him over me! You’re lucky I’m talking to you at—”
“No, no… Dom… he called the police on us. He took you away… my bambino.”
This gives me pause and I squeeze the bridge of my nose but the dull thud in my temples persists.
“I fucking need time!” I explode, and stab my finger on the disconnect button.
Storming back into the kitchen, my mind reeling from the conversation with my mother, I stand in the doorframe watching Jae flip the bacon. Sensing my presence, she turns and smiles, still holding the spatula.
“Ready to eat… Johnny, what’s wrong?” My expression must betray me but I can’t bear the thought of talking about what’s going on, even to Jae.
“Nothing,” I say brusquely. “I gotta go.”
As I turn to leave, I catch a glimpse of Jae’s shocked face and the drip of grease falling from the spatula.
Slamming the front door behind me, I tell myself that I’ll be back. That everything will be just fine.
But a tiny voice in my head disagrees.
She can do better than an abandoned, unwanted loser.
CHAPTER THREE
Jaelin
Johnny and I met around the time his brother, Dom, and my best friend, Crispell, met. Cris and I were roommates at the time.
Oh, what a rogue he was back then. An unapologetic playboy with no intention of settling down any time soon.
It was lust at first sight for the both of us.
And, the best I’d ever had in bed.
We ended things a few months later. It turned out that I wasn’t ready to settle down either, as much as I thought I was. The fact that he was a playboy didn’t help. That frightened me. I didn’t want to get my heart broken again. It was still on the mend from the last jerk who blew me off.
At the time, I also still had the vague notion that I could become a successful singer here in New York. My attempts in Nashville, where I’m from, had been one disaster after another. Not because I can’t sing. Oh, hell, I can sing like nobody’s business. Stage fright was my nemesis.
It still is.
So that dream died before it could be born.
We saw each other again at Cris and Dom’s wedding, of course, since we were both in the w
edding party. We might even have gone home together that night. Okay, yes, we did. Cris still teases me about it. But it was a one-off. It didn’t bring us back together.
Time went by. Close to two years.
When he rang my doorbell four months ago, he took me by complete surprise. He had the sweetest little boy expression on his face and was holding a teddy bear with a red rose in its paw. He wanted to take me to dinner, told me that he couldn’t get me off his mind. I had to admit I felt the same way.
I teased him about how he could know I wasn’t seeing anyone at the time, that he had to have gotten the news from Dom and Cris. He hushed me with a wink.
That dinner was one of the most wonderful I’ve ever had. It wasn’t the restaurant or the food, it was Johnny. He held doors open for me, pulled my chair out, asked about my life, and was overall attentive to my every want.
He asked if we could start over and I said yes. I remember his smile. How it lit up his swarthy, handsome Italian face.
I dashed his hopes later that night when we didn’t have sex. I informed him that if he wanted to start over, I didn’t put out on the first date. His mouth dropped open and I laughed.
Now, four months later, and I’ve started to worry that I made the wrong decision. That he’s feeling trapped and is looking for a way out of a committed relationship.
What other reason could there be for his recent distance? His odd behavior?
Please don’t let this be so.
I’ve fallen for him all over again. Hard.
I don’t need this doubt now, when I have the added worry of a missed period.
My doorbell rings, taking me out of my reverie. My friends from work are here. We have a regular Thursday get-together and tonight is my turn to host.
I pop up from where I’ve been perched on the edge of the couch and hurry to answer it.
Kelli, Heather, and Rita pile in carrying grocery bags full of party goodies, a frozen pizza poking out from one of them. I already have mini-hotdogs in buns heating in the oven and wine chilling in the fridge.
