Johnny Blue (14 page)

“
Oh gosh, not to me.”

“Not to you?”

The sex appeal in this man was off the charts. So hard to concentrate while he sat there, palms on the table behind him, cock as big as you please.
“
No
t…to me, no.”

“What is an artist to you?”

My mouth opened with no answer.
Damn.
That was close to the question
what
is truth
?
I thought about it a few seconds. “I guess…to me an artist is a person that…
speaks through pictures? Sorry,” I lowered my head, “I’m not the best at putting co
m
plex things into words, I mean,
art
is sort of complicated, hard to explain.” My voice
lowered. “Like
maybe…the secrets of the universe are trying to find their way through your paint brush.”

Heat crawled up my cheeks at how lame that sounded.

“That’s exactly what it’s like for me,” he said, amazed. “Like there is something there wanting to speak and it only speaks in color through paint on canvas.
Sometimes I when I’m done with a painting, I’ll stare at it for days, trying to understand what the hell it is and why.”

“I find that
truly
amazing.”

He shrugged. “I find it annoying sometimes. Like maybe somebody
is wanting
to tell me something important and I can’t get it. Why don’t they just come right out and say it, why the mystery.”

“Or maybe it’s just…
the you
inside that… you think people won’t accept, maybe this is his way of living.”
I suddenly felt stupid and worried my words may have been offensive somehow.
“I think… you’re amazing, honestly and wonder…”

I chewed my lip and looked down. Johnny knelt before me, his hands on my suddenly trembling knees. “You wonder what?” His voice slid like silk through me.

I closed my eyes, wanting to be honest, but embarrassed. “Wonder…
wonder
why you like me.” Oh God that sounded ridiculous out loud no matter how true it was.

H
e leaned and slid his
hands behind me
, up my shirt, until his warm fingers c
a
ressed my lower back. Then
he laid his head in my lap.

The gesture stole my breath
and filled my chest with that ache to belong, to be loved, to love, to ho
pe
and dream again. I stroked his silky hair, wishing so hard that he would stay real.

He raised his head and placed it on my chest next. I continued to stroke his hair, my eyes closing, just relishing
in
the dreamy moment, letting it be real,
letting
it feed me.

He finally raised his face and rubbed his nose on mine. “When I look at you…when I’m with you…” he brushed
my lips with
his, “it’s like…I don’t need to paint.”

My heart raced at the agony in his words, at feeling them on my mouth.

“You make me feel
…” he
again slid those warm lips
over mi
ne. “…complete.”

I was lost to the feel
of his butterfly kisses
and all the dreams they held. 

“
Damn, t
hat was so corny sounding,” he whispered against my lips
, smiling
.

“God no,” I gasped, my fingers stroking his face as need raged inside me. “Please…make love to me.”

He groaned a sound that felt like I’d just invited him to heaven when he thought he’d never be worthy to go.
Amazing that we both seemed to suffer in the same ways but from different sides of life’s crazy spectrum.
His lips found my jaw and he nibbled, his quickened breaths telling
of his sudden hunger
. H
is fingers crept higher under my cotton blouse
then h
is hands circled to the braless front
. A
barely
moan
escaped
me
in anticipation of his touch. 

He brushed his thumbs over the tips of my hard nipples, shooting fire into my pelvis and lower stomach. “Yes,” I whispered as his lips made their way down my neck.

His hands lowered to my sides then slid over my hips and thighs.  I gasped when
he
parted my knees
and
drew
his head back to
watch as he spread m
y legs
wide
.

I dug my
fingers into the soft leather of the couch on either side of me
, heart ra
c
ing like I’d never been touched before
.

He lifted my right leg and placed my foot on the couch then did the same with my left, his eyes riveted on my pussy.  He groaned and slid the pink panties aside and his brows narrowed with need
as my own
escaped in soft whimpers and tiny grunts.

The tip of his finger twirled its way into my moist heat and found my clit. He e
x
haled sharp as he slowly and softly caressed it with gentle circles.

“Johnny,” I moaned, meeting his
delicate
touch with tiny thrusts.

“Fuck, I love when you say my name while feeling good.” He kept exact pace, making it so hot right on the tip. “Making you feel good is like…my greatest acco
m
plishment.”

Ten seconds of that and h
e had me panting
and squirming
.

He watched my face while working his other finger inside me. Watched my mouth open wider, my agony grow stronger.

“Look at you, how beautiful.”

Oh God, I was already there. “Johnny,” I gasped.

His finger moved in and out in long slow strokes, his touch on my clit still exact. “You’re like a live painting to me…a canvas…” He flicked his finger deep and groaned. “Making love to you, watching you feel good…feels like…
I’m creating a
masterpiece
.“

“Please. Please make love to me.
Now.”

He leaned in and kissed me with the same teasing perfection he administered to my clit.
I finally grabbed his face and drove my tongue in his mouth. “Fuck me Johnny.
Right now.”

He actually growled in my mouth. “Make me.”

Desire at a lethal level in my blood gave me the courage I needed to answer that challenge.
But my orgasm was so close. I wanted it
now.
I grabbed his wrist and pumped his finger in and out of me faster. With my other hand I rolled my nipple and let my head fall back.

“Fuck yes,” he gasped, cooperating. “Do it baby, come for me, all over my finger. And then I’m going to make you suck my cock.”

I screamed my orgasm, his words sending me over the edge.
He took over, ja
b
bing his finger nice and deep and oh so fast while I bucked and thrashed right there under his hand, arching my back while flicking my finger over my nipple.

Breathing through the aftermath, I
slitted
my eyes and was met with Johnny’s huge cock in my face. “Suck me,” he demanded.

My stomach flipped at the sound in his voice, the hard need
in it
. I slowly looked up the line of his body. “Make me.”

His fingers latched into my hair at the back and he pressed his cock on my mouth. “Open.” He groaned, rubbing his head firmly on my lips.

I gasped and opened wide, watching his eyes roll shut as he pushed his cock deep into my mouth with nearly a roar.

I grabbed the base of him and squeezed tight, working my mouth over his cock fast and furious, licking his head in
a frenzy
before devouring again. Twenty seconds of that and his fingers pulled in my hair, holding me back. He suddenly grabbed my waist and turned me.

I
held
the top of the couch and looked back right as his cock
plunged
into me deep. I threw my head back in ecstasy and Johnny’s fingers latched into my hair again, his other hand gripping my shoulder tight. He bucked his hips and fucked me with a relentless abandon, making me scream from the intensity. Scream his name and
yes, yes, God yes
, over and over. He finally roared his climax into me, his pelvis pressing my ass hard, like he couldn’t shoot his cum deep enough.

I cried out and reached for his ass, holding him to me tight, letting him know
I wanted the same thing, wanted him to bury himself in me, fill me with his essence and life, make me his forever.

“Aw fuck,” he gasped, pulling out of me.

My heart plummeted. I watched him hurry to the counter and pick up a phone. Ha
d it rang?

“Sam.” He turned his back to me and leaned on the island. “I was. I have co
m
pany.” Pause.
“Now?”
A h
and rak
ed
through shiny ebony,
making his delicious
back
muscles flutter. “No, I’ll go meet him, tell him not to come here.
Because I have comp
a
ny.”
Annoyed reminder.
“That’s nobody’s business. Look, tell him I’ll be there in thirty minutes. W
hat? W
ell
stop
him
, I
don’t want him here. What?”

A soft
blong
sounded in the air.

“Shit, never mind,
he’s
here.”
Johnny hung up and hurried to me. “That’s my boss. I’ll get rid of him, just
…go to my room and you can
grab a shower
,
I’ll meet you in five minutes?” The
blong
sounded again and he pulled me close and kissed me tho
r
oughly. “Go,” he whispered. “If he sees you, he’ll want to stay all night and flirt.”

“Where’s
your room
?”

He pointed to a doorway.
“
Everything you need is there.”
Another quick kiss, tongue and all.

“Mm,” I whimpered.

“Yes,” he answered, pecking my lips several times.
“And much more.”

I hurried to his room and shut and locked the door then tip toed to the bathroom.
Wow. I finally had a chance to contemplate what was happening.
Such
a foreign world
here,
and the man I once thought was a peddler was far from it. More like rich.
But how and why
?
Parents?
Painting?

My hands trembled as I locked the
bathroom
door and
glanced around at the same streamlined surrounding. Hmm.
Except
in here…there was no blue.
But reds.
That was different.
Which explained him perfectly.

I took a quick shower and donned a black silk robe.
Mmm
. Smelled like him! God he was delicious. My mouth watered as an oral fantasy ensued. I had his muscular
legs spread wide before me,
bobbing and moaning on his oh so thick shaft
when s
harp voices broke the fantasy.

I opened the bathroom door and listened. My heart jerked at hearing a female voice. I crept toward the bedroom door, clutching the robe tightly shut, listening.

“So that’s it? Five years and that’s it? It’s just over?”

My stomach churned.

“And where is your ring? Why aren’t you wearing it?”

I strained to hear his hissed answer. Fury with no meaning was all I got.
And nausea.

I spun around and placed my back on the door, making it rattle in the frame. I froze. My heart thundered in the sudden silence. Oh God. What was going on? Please don’t let Johnny…

I didn’t have time to finish my thought. “Don’t go in there,
Charise
.”

The door
handle rattled and she gasped.
“You bastard.”
A sharp knock
vibrated
the door.

What to do?
I wouldn’t hide.
I unlocked it and opened
it
to a
beautiful blonde
,
with endless
leg
s
,
st
anding
there
with her perfect, shiny pink lips wide
open.