Johnny Blue (8 page)

Then I was there
, knocking on heaven’s door
. “Oh—I’m
—I’m
coming, I’m co
m
ing.” I wiggled my hips on his mouth and Johnny groaned and jammed his finger deep.
The delicious feeling of his hand hitting m
y butt brought the full explosion. My hands flew to his head, pulling his hair, holding him firmly to the fire in my clit. “Yes, yes, yes!”
T
he wonderful waves shuddered hard
and long
through m
e
.

Before I was quite done, Johnny covered me with his
warm
body and drove his cock in me. I held on to him tight with my arms and legs.

“Look at me!” he
rasped
.

My eyes flew open at hearing the desperate need and ache in his voice. Those brows furrowed while he stared into my
gaze
and drove in
and out of
me. With each plunge, my mouth opened a little wider, my screams growing louder.
“Johnny, Johnny, yes!
Yes!”

Minutes later,
he
again
pulled out of me with a roar and rained his molten seed all over my stomach. The entire time, I never broke eye contact, and neither did he. Honestly, in all my life, I’d never felt anything like it. Such a connection he made to the deepest part of my being, places I had no clue even existed. He just walked right on in and marked me with some kind of forever.

T
hen he fell on me and kissed me.
Kissed my mouth with the same careful te
n
derness as he had my privates.
At first it was a little awkward tasting myself on him
.
But when he captured my jaw in his hand and hungrily plundered my mouth like a rare delicacy, I was officially hooked. Surely, nothing had ever tasted more delicious than the essence of my soul on the lips and tongue of such a glorious moon-looking-god of a man.
Absolutely nothing.

“
Mmmmmmmm
,” was how he ended the kiss finally. The sound was a deep purring in his chest and I could hardly believe it made me horny all over again! “Feel better?” he whispered.

I nibbled on his full lower lip, vaguely wondering over the question. Had I not been feeling good at some point?
Ever?
I answered with a light moan and nod, running my fingers through his silky hair, loving the way it fell around his face.

“Good. I want to cook for you. Then paint more of you.” He leaned and kissed me deeply for several seconds, drawing a whimper out of me. “And then I want to make love to you.
In the shower.
And the kitchen.”
He punctuated the locations with tongue-licks on my lips. “And then I want to fuck you.
Hard and fast.
While you’re bent over the couch.”

M
y breaths
sharpened and he
stroked
his thumb
over my face. “God you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, do you know that?”

I fluttered my eyes closed, letting his words in. Letting them saturate my
sorry little
soul. “I think… I know what you mean.” I was out of breath with how much I knew what he meant.

I felt his lips smile on mine. “You do?”

I nodded. “You’re the most… beautiful man I’ve ever seen too.”

I felt the smile on his lips slowly fade and his fingers tense on my jaw before he
ravished
my mouth again, that raspy tongue of his stroking boldly
,
telling me
you’re mine
.
As if that needed saying.
I kneaded the muscles at his neck, wanting to commun
i
cate the same thing back, but I just didn’t have the confidence he had.
But maybe I could learn.
Maybe.

Chapter
Six

“What are you hungry for?”

My cheeks warmed at his husky tone and how it had nothing to do with food but all about feeding my desire. Did he know how new that was for me? Did he know what strutting around the kitchen in those jeans did to me? Sitting still while watching his rippling muscles?  

Trying not to give in to the endless hunger to devour that man, I went for no
n
chalance. “Whatever you fix is fine with me.
”
I cleared my throat when the words y
o
deled out, bringing more heat to my cheeks
.
“Are you sure I can't do anything, I feel useless just sitting here.” I clasped both hands tightly together on the butcher block top
.

“Nope, we have a deal. I cook and you clean.” He threw a sexy grin
over his shoul
d
er
,
flood
ing
my body
with heat
.
Shit
.
Like the most popular guy on the planet
had
j
ust singled me out
.
I lowered my eyes, fighting an ear to ear grin that would surely let on how much I loved that
.
But I lost the fight.

“Did I say something funny?”

I shook my lowered head.
“Nah, not at all.”

“Really.”
His
tone
said he didn't believe me and was intent on finding out.

My universe calibrated to the smooth sway of his slow approach. Each measured step restrained me for what
ever
he might need or want
.
His panther stride led him just
behind me. My heart thundered to that lonesome ache deep in my being and I prayed he'd somehow just hear it and know without me telling him
;
be merciful and answer it
.

He slowly swept my hair away from my neck, his fingers softly brushing the skin. Goosebumps filled my body and my eyes fluttered shut. I felt his lips approach my skin like a sixth sense. His breath was suddenly there,
a
silky heat. “Tell me,” he whispered.

Tell him? Tell him what?

Those full lips lightly pressed into my skin
.
I fought the urge to fall back against him. Good lord, it was there. I wanted him. Like I'd never wanted anything, like I'd never had sex in my life much less five minutes ago. Surely that wasn't normal, he'd think I was whore.

His tongue drew slow wet circles, dissolving my anxiety. I could only hold on to the edge of the counter with both hands. “What was so funny?” His whisper throbbed between my legs then tingled in my nipples. I tried to hear his words and understand them.
Tried to think past the world of Johnny Blue
.
He settled his mouth on my neck, opening it wide. Good lord, so hot, and wet.

I whimpered in response before croaking his name. “Johnny.”

He groaned deep and opened wider, sucking the skin on my neck hard
.
I gave a sharp gasp mixed with a desperate moan, reaching a hand for his head, to hold on to, to feel, to press closer
.
My breath came fast as he moved that suction over my skin in a passion that was desperately painful
.
My fingers pulled in his hair and I arched my back, aching to feel him.

H
is fingers stealthily found my erect nipple and slowly flicked over it. “Johnny, Johnny, please, yes.” His other fingers slowly threaded through my hair then gradually tightened and pulled my head back. I yelped a gasp when his mouth broke free from my neck
.
A steady flow of mewling sounds spilled out of me as he continued rolling my nipple slowly between his fingers.

I could feel those intent blue eyes on my face when he turned my head toward him, using that firm grip in my hair. I worked my heavy lids open, wanting to see his beautiful face
.
He released my nipple only to glide over and pleasure my other one, le
t
ting his forearm continue to tease the first.

If it were possible, my heart sped up at meeting that serious look on his face. The one that seemed
tormented,
d
evastated
.
His stare quivered through my body and made lava ooze out of my ce
nter and drip between my legs.
I licked my lips with drawn brows, hypnotized by the sweet torment
.

“Sit on the counter.”

Thought I'd swoon
; f
rom what he said and the way his voice broke with raw passion.
Seemed like a commanding beg somehow
.
He slowly released my hair and let those eyes slide lower to my heaving chest
.
“Take off your shirt
.
But leave your pan
t
ies.”

I did as he
said,
my movements as graceful as a rusted tin man. With my shirt off, I sat there on the bar stool, suddenly too timid to look him in the eyes
.

“Move your hair.”

My clit throbbed at his tone. I normally didn't respond well to demands from any man. But this man... there was something in that voice that said I'd regret not liste
n
ing.
But the missed opportunity kind of regret.
Like that ride to the moon
.

I eyed the high counter, wondering how I'd get up without making a fool of m
y
self. His hands were suddenly around my waist and he lifted me, solving my problem.

I meant to thank him till I looked in his eyes. The look there was different.
More determined and confident
.
And maybe... powerful.
I swallowed my pulse and asked the first stupid question that came to my mind. “Like this?”

His eyes lowered to my breasts and he locked them in his gaze while he placed his hands on my closed knees.

Shit, why was I so nervous?

He applied pressure that said
open
.
But for some reason, I resisted. I didn't mean to.

He paused and raised his eyes to mine. I wasn't sure what he saw, I tried to fix my face right but what should that be?  He held my gaze with such intensity, until I was breathless from it.

He shoved my knees open so fast, I could only gasp. His gaze remained locked on my shocked one for several seconds. “You trust me?”

Heart slamming my ribs, I swallowed the unusual anxiety, considering. I finally nodded
.

His fingers were the only thing that seemed to respond to my answer
.
They so
f
tened and glided slowly along my inner thighs. His eyes still he
ld mine with certain challenge,
daring me to deny him, deny myself.
If I could.

My heart had relocated to where his fingers now headed. I gripped the edge of the counter top tightly
.
His large hands latched to the juncture at my thighs and his thumbs swept soft circles over my throbbing lips
.
“You're so wet.”

I could only whimper at that velvety voice, thick with knowing. Knowing just what he was doing to me
.
His liquid sapphire gaze lowered to my breasts while his thumbs rotated over
the
ache
. My body took over, pushing my hips toward the pre
s
sure, needing more
.
His eyes rolled back up to mine and stole my breath
.

“Open wide for me.
”
No sign of
a beg
this time
.

I wet my lips and did it. He looked at my breasts again then back into my eyes
.
His thumbs
continued
in those maddening soft circles
, dipping barely in, but enough for me to hear how wet I was.
I pumped my hips more, reaching for it. His lips parted with a long breath.
Like I'd touched him back.
He drew his fingers away a little, making me work harder
.

“Johnny, please.”

He looked down between my legs. “Please what.” He slowly sliced his eyes back up to mine.

“Please... touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

God, what did he want?  “More. Please
.
” I
squirmed
.

He
glided
his hands over my outer thighs
,
abandoning my ache entirely then turned away from the counter and went to the sink. I watched him get the coffee pot.