Johnny Blue (12 page)

I clutched the pillow beneath me,
his cologne and masculine scent
in
my nostrils
. He teased my entrance
with his finger
.
From
little flicks
, to long soft strokes, top to bo
t
tom, ending on my swollen clit with more little teasing
tickles
.

Already I was mewling constantly, legs trembling with the pleasure.

He gasped, and by the sound, I knew he was stroking his cock. “I’ve never wan
t
ed to devour what I
crave to
paint before. But you…” His large hands gripped handfuls of my butt. “…God you’re a masterpiece
in every way imaginable
.”

His cock was suddenly pressing against my entrance. I clenched my eyes, wai
t
ing. He rubbed the head softly up and down my slit
the
n his hand
slid under my hips to
glide his fingers
over
my wet clit. He kept his cock pressed at my entrance while he danced lazy circles over the intensely hot bud.

There was nothing but heat, nothing but feeling it build so deliciously.
Nothing but increasing my cries to match what he did.
Then needing more.
“Please Johnny...”

Like it was what he wanted to hear
, w
aited to hear.
His cock plunged inside me, stealing my breath
in one gasp, followed by a long cry as
I gripped the sheets tight. Johnny’s chest
barely touched m
y back, his ragged breaths
filling my ear
.
My clit was on fire with
those
maddening circles
he danced
over
my clit
. I gasped out a grunt, pus
h
ing my butt against him. His cock throbbed deep inside me
as he rubbed carefully
.
“Oh Johnny, yes, yes.”

“Yes,” he agreed, withdrawing his cock. He plunged back in and growled, “Yes,” in my ear as my butt pushed and reached, my cries sharp.

I laid my head on the bed, panting and squirming and moaning under
the
fi
n
gers
he used to
buil
d
my orgasm. I pumped against his hand, wanting it so bad. “Give it to me,” I gasped. “Fuck me Johnny!” I pushed my butt higher, trying to move and wi
g
gle on him.

With a growl, his upper body pinned me to the bed and he
shoved back in
side me. Then he began.
Finally.
In and out, in and out.
Every thrust more powerful than b
e
fore and my cries matched
them
. Legs spread wide, butt lifted as high as I could, he
rammed his cock faster and faster. I took over rubbing my clit, wanting him to have more leverage.

And gosh did
he
ever. “Rub it Jewel.”
The
velvety
rasp
warmed
my ear.

“Yes, yes,” I cried, “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

His legs suddenly pressed against mine and
his pumps quickened. He was co
m
ing too. So intense! It all exploded inside finally. He gave that barbaric roar as his o
r
gasm took him at the same moment. My crie
s
shr
iek
ed
as he continued to pump inside me
, and h
is strained gasps
filled
my ear, most beautiful thing I’d ever heard.
Then it hit me.

He hadn’t pulled out.

We
lay winded
in the aftermath for nearly a minute, not moving, his body
entir
e
ly
on mine
.
I didn’t believe in entrapment. But for the life of me, I could not muster up the fear of what might have just happened. Surely he hadn’t forgotten.

His lips finally nibbled on my shoulder. “That…was amazing,” he whispered.

I gasped, smiling. “Yes, it was.”

He moved and turned me over,
laying
between my legs, staring at my breasts. He finally raised his eyes to mine,
then
proceeded to study my face.

Several seconds later, I smiled.
“What are you seeing?”

He
slowly
let his eyes focus back to reality and peered into my gaze. “
I was wondering.
Will you…be my masterpiece?”

My heart fluttered.
Like he’d asked me to
be his wife
.
“I’ll be whatever you want, Johnny B
lue
.” I stroked his face, sober, meaning ever
y
single letter of those words.

His long fingers held my lower face as he kissed me tenderly. “Jewel,” he whi
s
pered, between
each dreamy mesh
. I answer
ed
with a
tiny
mmm.
“Thank you.”

Thank you? I giggled. Wasn’t I love you, but. Guess that wasn’t so bad.

“You’re very welcome sir.”

He nuzzled my neck all the way to my shoulder.
“Sir
,
”
h
e
murmured,
bit
ing
the
muscle
lightly. “I can’t stop wanting to eat you.
”

I pulled his lips to mine
. “I can’t stop wanting you to.”

Chapter
Nine

“You never really did say what it is you actually do.” I smoothed and pressed my hands on my legs to keep them from jumping up and down. I let out a slow breath
,
but what I really wanted was to gasp at the city.
New York!
I was in New. York. I’d heard
stories,
saw it on TV even, but
wow.
Country girl come-to-town.

“Paint.
That’s about it.”

I nodded, craning my neck at the many shops. “Yes, paint.”

“You like the city?”

“Oh.” I turned to him and nodded. “I do. It’s really nice.”

“Eh. It gets old. I much prefer your little town any day.” He angled a sexy grin at me.
“Especially with you in it.”

Flutters ripped through my knotted stomach. I cleared my throat, wishing I could relax. What the hell was I so nervous
about.
“So…where we going first?”

“I’m going to take you to my home and we can unpack and unwind.
Maybe in the Jacuzzi.”

“Jacuzzi?”

“
Mmhmm
.
Jack my boss insisted every artist needed one.” He snorted,
then
glanced at me.
But i
f there was a time he thought Jack was stupid for that idea, it was nowhere to be found in th
e twinkle of those promising
eyes.

I licked my lips.
“Sounds nice.
I can…maybe cook something for you.”

He looked in his side mirror with a grin then pulled into a parking space on the side of the busy street. I looked at the tall buildings all around. Was he going to his job first? He turned off the old truck and
looked at me. “Come here.”

Calm down girl before you have a heart attack.
I scooted
over till
only a foot se
p
arated us
.
Passing vehicle lights
flickered
over his eyes and one side of his face
as he stared so intently at me. My heart tried to beat right out of my chest. “I’ll just have you for dinner.” He leaned slowly in and tasted my lips with his.
So soft.
So careful.
Reve
r
ent.
Made my clit so damn hot.

He answered my light whimper with an aching moan. I reached up and threaded my fingers into the soft hair at the back of his neck, letting my tongue come out to play timidly with his. He gently flicked the tip of my tongue, making my clit throb and ti
n
gle
.
He sucked my lower lip and I gasped
in his mouth w
hen h
e slid the back of his fi
n
gers over
my hard nipple beneath the thin cotton material
.
“
F
fffuck
yes
,
”
came with his groan.

His hand slid
down
over my stomach, then between my legs. He drew his head away a few inches while his fingers crept inside the edge of my panties. My breaths came shallow as he held my gaze. “Open for me,” he whispered.

I inched my legs open as wide as I could.

His glittery eyes narrowed when those fingers found their
t
arget
, wet and dri
p
ping
. He slid his finger slowly up. Then down.
The
tip n
iggled right inside my opening and I reached
for it
with my hips
. He slid his wet finger back up and circled my clit a few times before flicking it ever so lightly.

“Jesus,” I panted, weakly. He was really doing this
out
here?

His finger slid back down and dove inside me in one smooth thrust.

My head fell back with a gasp. Yes. Yes he was
doing it
.

“Look at me Jewel.”

I pulled my head forward and pried my lids open at hearing that need in his voice. It was such a mysterious need I desperately had to answer.
Deep and far reac
h
ing.
He stared into my eyes, flicking that spot
in me
.
Relentlessly.
I
could only
gasp
and
hold
on to
his hungry gaze.

“Fuck you’re beautiful,” he croaked.

So hard to
argue
when he made me feel this way. I
felt beautiful. I
pumped his f
inger, straining my legs wider, desperate for more.
He strummed my nipple with the backs of fingers
again.
Oh God
,
yes. “Johnny.” Th
at
beautiful name
exhale
d sharp as my
thighs trembled with the consuming ache in my clit.

He looked down at my squirming hips. “I love to watch you fuck my finger.” He reached with his other hand and stroked my folds around his finger. He let out a groan and pushed my lips open, exposing my clit. God, touch it. He placed the full pad of his middle finger barely on it. I pumped my hips for it. “Yes,” he whispered, watching. “You want it so bad. Damn your pretty little clit is hard.” He pulled his finger slowly out and
plunged back in with
three quick
,
deep
jabs.

I gasped and cried out, bucking for it, searching for the straining mound in his jeans
. My fingers raked over the hardness and his breath caught
.
He retaliated with the tip of his finger on my clit, barely flicking the very edge, shooting a current of prem
a
ture orgasmic shudders through my body.
With a gasp,
I shot a glance out the wi
n
dows,
g
runting with the aggressive rapture. Thank God the city was too alive to care. My right hand pushed against the
seat
, my whimpers growing into thick sultry desire
;
the kind that made me
want
to climb him and ride his cock with abandon, not caring who saw.

He gave
a barely knowing smile
while looking into my eyes, one finger smacking rapidly in and out of me, the other mercilessly tickling the tip of my clit. “I feel it,” he whispered. “You’re so close. Pussy is so tight.” He gasped and groaned when I cried out
, the orgasm
rush
ing
toward the demand of his fingers
. I gripped his cock
with my hand, my nails clawing the seat
as m
y
moans
ro
se with
the
approaching
wave.