Johnny Blue (11 page)

I nodded, keeping my eyes closed. “Okay, yes.”

“So tell me. Just how amazing is this guy?”

I smiled at hearing the friend side of her come out. I gave out a long groan.

“Wow, really!”

“Yes.”

“Did you…sleep with
him.
”

I nodded several times before whispering, “Yes. Yes, I did.
Many times.
In one day. Oh my God, I have
never
been made to feel…the way that man makes me feel, T
o
nya. I mean, I had orgasms I didn’t think were even possible!”

“Oh my.”
Curiosity and
envy
echoed in her tone.

My heart raced as I walked the room. “I mean the things he did with his fingers and
and
tongue.”

“Oh child, enough.
I can’t take
this,
I’m too old to be subjected to this type of passion.”

“Sorry, I’m just…so used to telling you everything.”

“When will you be coming back?”

Never, I hope
d
. “Two weeks.” I looked at the clock next to my poster bed. “I need to go. I’ll keep in touch, okay?”

“Yes, do that. You have my emergency
number,
you had
better
call me if you need.
Anything.
Understood?” Her words quipped with professionalism but I knew there was a motherly tone under there somewhere.

“Yes doc, I will.”

“And
do not
neglect your meds.”

“Got ‘
em
.”
Though I loathed the fact I still needed them.

Chapter
Eight

I knocked softly on Johnny’s door and waited
, looking down at my short white skirt, making sure it was still white. I’d found my panties from long ago, really long ago
.
They were my dream panties. One’s I’d gotten when I thought there was still a chance at those kinds of dreams. Every time I tried to throw them away, felt like thro
w
ing all hope away
.
I looked down at my top, making sure my cleavage was still sho
w
ing. I pinched my nipples, wanting them to show through the pink
,
tight
,
t-shirt mater
i
al. It was another dream item, a halter top. Made for women who had a
reason.
The white heels were just plain insanity, no reason to have them but I did. Truly surprised I didn’t break my neck on the four inch spikes.

My heart dropped
into my stomach
at hearing footsteps. The door opened to
that sexy man.
N
o shirt.
Jeans.
And a look in his eyes that sent a qui
ver
through my
privates,
stomach
,
and racing heart. “Hi
,
” I gasped
,
thr
o
w
ing
my hand
up
in a
quick
wave
.

He gave a sexy half smile, his eyes taking in the package I’d carefully wrapped just for him. “
Damn,
”
he muttered, clearly surprised as well as pleased.

I chewed my lower lip, fighting
embarrassment, not used to this
at all.
I
follow
ed
the line of
fine black
hair on his lower stomach
,
then
raked my gaze over
hard abs and
wide
alabaster chest.
“Damn yourself,” I whispered, finally me
e
t
ing
his gaze.
The sharp blue
of his eyes
shot
currents of desire
through me
.

“Come in.”

The word come, in any fashion, seemed to be my body’s new language. And now, I could only s
wallow
hard
at hearing what promised.
Maybe even threatened.
He stepped aside as I passed, but I felt his eyes follow me, hot and in
tense. “Walk ten steps.
”
His whisper nearly croaked
.

I heard the door shut and the lock slide into place as I did
what
he said
, my e
n
tire body quaking now.

“Take off
only
your skirt.”

I turned and faced him. His eyes glued
themselves
to my breasts as he a
p
proached. He stopped maybe five feet from me.

“Do it.”

It wasn’t harsh or
rude but a desperate
now
need.

Encouraged with his reaction, I made a show of it. I slowly turned around and slid my thumbs in
side the easy access cotton skirt. I eased the material down, careful to leave my pink lace panties in place. The
y
were the low rider kind and I could only hope I didn’t look like a boy in them.

“
Oh my God,” he whispered
, sounding pained
. “
Put your hands on your knees.” His voice
rasped
.

I glanced shyly over my shoulder then slowly
bent and
put my hands on my knees.

“God.”
The breathy whisper sounded tormented. “Did you shave?”

I froze at the question. What if he hadn’t wanted me to?
His tone sounded
kinda
panicked.
I
couldn’t face him. “Yes.” I bit my tongue, refusing any further comments to explain, reason, ridicule, and other idiotic things.

“G
et on your hands and knees for me.
”

More desperate ache came through that velvet tone.

On shaky legs I complied,
lowering myself to the floor, trying to be lady like about it.
Pretty rusty on that.
Once in position, I angled my head, wondering what he was up to.

His head was tilted, staring between my leg
s
, his hands unfastening his pants. Oh lord oh lord. My clit throbbed as I watched him unzip and gracefully remove the
jeans
. His hand encased his cock and squeezed. “Slide your panties aside. Show me your pussy.”

I reached behind me with trembling fingers and pulled the material to one side.

He released a low hiss
mixed with a
groan. That was
a good sign. Lord, I ho
pe I didn’t have razor rash.
“Pull your panties down to your knees.”

I did,
then
turned my head enough to see what he was doing. He had one hand at the base of his cock, the other strok
ing
t
he thick length slowly. Oh God.
Looked so good.

“
Lay on the floor. On your back
,” he rasped.

I did, gladly.

“Take off your top.”

I drew it slowly over my head. I moved the hair that fell over my breasts.
“My panties too?”
I barely managed.

He shook his head, staring at my tits.
“Pull them back up.”

I laid back and pulled my panties over my hips. I lifted a leg.
“Shoes?”

“Definitely not.”

Definitely not?
“Take them off?”

“Leave them.” He
was now
a foot away on my right. He
still strok
ed
his cock.
Lord it was slick with his desire.
I stared up the line of his body, finally
landing on
his
studious
gaze
, roving over
my body
.
“Show me
,” he whispered
, circling the head of his shaft, creating delicious wet noises.
“
Show me what you do to yourself when you’re alone.”

Oh
hell
.
I bit my lower lip and let me legs fall slowly open. I watched his face. His eyes immediately locked on my hands
that
pulled the panties aside, realizing he liked the way they looked on me. I pulled my knees back and moaned as I slid my fi
n
ger along
the
hot wet silk. I dipped in between the swollen folds, spreading the moi
s
ture over my clit.

“
Ffffuck
,” he whispered. “Is that what you do?”

I nodded,
then
slipped my finger inside me. He groaned, like it hurt.

“Do it.”
Now t
hat was a command.
A harsh one.

But I liked it. I liked that I had this power over him. Made me feel…special
…set apart
. I slowly slid my other hand along my stomach, making my way to my ri
ght breast. His eyes rotated from one hand to the other, needing to see both. By now I was
getting lost to the feeling in my pussy.
I
roll
ed
my nipple between my fingers
and
moaned, sliding my finger inside me deeper then withdrawing it and
wetting my clit with soft
circles. I arched my back, pinching my nipple, creating a delicious heat in my throbbing bud. I gasped
. God, I wanted him in me, touching me, kissing me, licking me, something, anything.

He lowered down onto
opened
knees
,
putting his cock in touching distance.
I
reached my breast toward the swollen head
, and he rubbed the slick tip right over it. “Deeper, fuck it deeper.” He worked my panties down
one side and
I used my other hand to help, getting one leg out of them and eagerly pulling my knees as far back
and wide
as I could, before sliding my finger back in.

He moved the head of his cock to my mouth and I leaned for it. His hand cupped the back of my head, making it easy. He rubbed it all over my lips, groaning. My tongue snaked out, flicking all over the top, making him gasp. I moan
ed
, jabbing
my finger
in and out, my other hand rubbing my clit. His fingers clenched in my hair and he pushed his cock into my mouth, slowly. I moaned frantically on him.

I looked up at him. He
was watching
my hands
,
then mouth
. He rolled my ni
p
ple in his fingers while pumping his hips. “God, you suck so
good
. You look so beaut
i
ful with my cock in your mouth.” He gasped a groan and pumped
deeper,
making the head hit the back of my throat. I was going to come soon.

He slowly withdrew his cock until the head smacked out of my lips. I gasped and whimpered, looking at him.
He leaned and scooped m
e
up, cradling me in his arms like I was nothing. I held on to his neck and he stood there, staring at me. “I want you
on your stomach.
In my bed.”
His eyes lowered to my lips. “You feel so good that way. I like the feel of your ass against me.”

I barely realized he’d started walking in that direction. He gave me a sexy grin and I searched his eyes, breathless and drunk with the things he said.

He leaned and kissed my lips
with such
tender
ness
, thought I might faint. “You want that?” He drew my lower li
p between his and sucked softly and moaned when I gasped my yes right into his mouth. “I’m going to make you scream,” he whispered back softly.

I couldn’t take anymore. I grabbed his face and thrust my tongue into his mouth. He growled and opened for me, his groans telling me I fueled what was coming.

Good.
So good.

He lowered me to the bed and broke away from my mouth. I quickly
lay
on my stomach. I felt the bed give under his weight as he got behind me
and
stroked the back of my thighs. “You’re pussy is so beautiful shaved.”
The words nearly groaned with ache as h
e slid a finger softly over the wet lips. “Open wider baby.”