Chapter 14 - Becca - Getting a Little Too Friendly
“—But watching the tears of gratitude and acceptance when a woman sees how beautiful she still is after her body has been ravaged by cancer? Knowing thatIhelped put that look back on her face? Nothing can compare to that.”
Hearing Johnny’s explanation of tattooing mastectomy patients, of helping them reveal their beauty despite their scars, has heat flooding my body. Especially knowing that he does it for free and supplies all the materials to do it. All my desire from earlier comes rushing back, making me rash, impulsive. Before I know it, I’m up off the couch throwing myself at Johnny, arms wrapping around his neck, lips smashing into his.
I hear Johnny gasp, feel his sudden intake of breath against my mouth, but it only takes him a moment before he’s shoving his hands into my hair, tilting my head, deepening the kiss. When he parts my lips with his tongue, my knees go weak. A tingling sensation in my chest threatens to steal my breath. Johnny fists his hands in my hair, gently tugging me this way and that, changing the angle of our kiss.
“Fuck Becca,” he pants, his breath ragged as he kisses my cheek, my jaw, my earlobe. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day.”
He drags his mouth down my neck, licking and sucking the tender flesh before kissing his way to my mouth again.
I let my hands fall from around his neck, snaking them around his waist, feeling the smooth skin under his shirt. He lets me push his shirt up and over his head. I take it and drop it to the floor at my feet, reaching for him again. With my hands on his chest, I slowly back him up against the wall. Johnny raises his hands, hesitating slightly, before reaching forward and grabbing my ass, pulling me against him. He’s touching me, and I don’t hate it. I actually love it.
His hard length presses into my stomach, and a groan escapes his lips. I trace the lines of his abs, trailing my fingers down, down, stopping when I reach the waist of his pants. I begin by undoing first his belt, then the button and zipper of his jeans, before finally reaching into his boxers and wrapping my hand around him.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans and thrusts against my hand. I stroke slowly, savouring the noises he makes, loving the feeling of him thrusting into my hand.
Suddenly, Johnny pulls my hand free, moving me and dropping me into a chair made of the same green velvet as the sofa and just as soft.
“What…” I try to ask what he’s doing, but my answer comes when he kneels in front of me, pulling my joggers down carefully, avoiding both the fresh tattoo and touching my skin too much. He had his hands all over my leg when he was working on me, but he’s still trying to be mindful of my touching issues.
I don’t think I could find him hotter than I do at this moment.
“I’m going to touch you a little,” he whispers, thrusting his left hand behind my back, under my ass, pulling me to the edge of the seat.
“O— O—Okay,” I stutter, watching him study me. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, only a sliver of light brown iris remaining to be seen. He’s looking at me like my pussy is the only thing he’s ever wanted to eat. “You don’t have to do this,” I whisper.
He looks up at me with black eyes. “Oh, yes, Becca. Yes, I do have to do this. I think I might die if I don’t do this,” he growls and dips his head, his first tentative lick sending sparks up my spine. “Fuck, babe. You taste so good.”
Johnny buries his face in me, kissing me with abandon, feasting on me. He guides my legs onto his shoulders with his free hand before sliding it under me, lifting me closer to his mouth. Looking up at me, he groans and locks on to my clit, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. Each suck couples with a flick of his tongue until I’m climbing higher and higher, closing in on that peak, ready to fall over the edge. I close my eyes, and Johnny stops moving, letting me go. I open my eyes to see what’s going on.
“Eyes on me, Becca. I want you to watch me when I make you come. I need you to see, to believe, how much I enjoy this.” He boosts me up, sliding an arm under me again, and he lowers his mouth to devour me once more. I stare into his eyes as he pushes me to the edge, forcing me toward my climax once more. My eyelids drift lower until a humming ‘unh unh’ sound vibrates against me, a warning from Johnny to keep my eyes on him.
“Johnny,” I whimper. “Please.”
I feel him chuckle against me, but he continues his efforts, intent on making me come like he said he would. He moves his arm and I feel him press a finger inside me, which he soon replaces with two.
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
Johnny pushes his fingers in me, stroking and massaging the upper wall. Pressure builds inside me, winding me higher, and my hips thrust into Johnny until I’m fucking his face. His answering moans hum against my clit, throwing me over the edge.
Sparks fly up my spine and take over my sight, fireworks exploding with each pulse of my orgasm. Johnny’s licks and flicks continue, extending my climax, making it go on and on and on, pleasure verging on pain. A feeling so good, I don’t know how I’ll be able to survive it.
A feeling I’ve never had before. And certainly not like this.
As the shocks of pleasure subside, Johnny pulls his fingers from me. I watch as he licks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine. A shiver runs up my spine. No one has ever done something so erotic in front of me. With me. For me.
Bang, bang, bang.
A knock on the glass door.
“Shit. The food,” I mumble in response, still unable to form words.
“I’ll grab it,” Johnny says, jumping up from his knees. He leans over and kisses my lips. “That was… something else.”
Holy shit. I think that’s my line. My first orgasm from oral sex? That’s something else alright. That’s a miracle.
Wait. Was that a bad something else? He hesitated. Maybe he hated it. Did he mean that he hated it or that he like it when he said it was something else?
