Chapter 20 - Johnny - A Good Sign
Did that actually just happen?
Becca is asleep on my chest after the best night of my life and I am in so much trouble. There’s no way it won’t destroy me if I ever have to let her go. She trusted me enough last night to let me in, finally, and now I’m laying her with my arms wrapped around her.
And I don’t think I can ever let go.
So much for not letting my feelings get involved. But as long as I can keep her from finding out, everything should turn out fine.
How long can I lie here without my bladder exploding? It’s been about an hour since I woke with the need to take a piss, but I couldn’t bear to move, so I’ve been trying to deny the urge. But an hour is a long time to hold it and I’m now faced with the choice to either get up and take care of it or stay here and piss myself.
Clearly I can’t choose to piss myself, but just as I’m about to get up and take care of it, Becca stirs. No, wait. She doesn’t stir. She jumps out of bed and heads to the door.
“Oh my god, why did I wait so long?” she says as she shuffles along with tiny steps, still completely naked. “I have to pee so bad.”
I stifle a laugh and look away. She looks so sexy as she hustles away that my dick gets hard, but I really need to be able to piss without difficulty, and pissing with a hard-on is anything but easy.
Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.Ryder’s Gran immediately comes to mind. She’s the craziest little old lady you’ll ever meet, and her best friend Gladys is a geriatric lady horn dog. Picturing her coming on to Ryder, trying to make him show her his dick, is enough to destroy my burgeoning erection.
For now.
I hop out of bed and pull on my boxer briefs, an extra layer of protection against denying my need to piss and just falling into bed with Becca again as soon as she reappears. But as soon as I take care of my bladder, that’s exactly what I plan on doing.
Becca comes back wearing a silky little robe, and it’s almost worse than watching her walk away naked. It skims over her skin, accentuating rather than hiding her curves, and comes to a stop just below her ass. My dick tries to get up to its old tricks.
“Do you wan—”
“Be right back.” I yelp, running for the bathroom. Pissing takes forever, relief washing over me like I’d waited days to go, instead of hours. When I’m done, I wash up, use her toothpaste to brush my teeth with my finger, and head back to the bedroom. But Becca isn’t in there anymore.
Without getting dressed, I wander out to the living room, finally finding Becca in the kitchen, getting coffee ready. Walking up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist, slowly so she has plenty of time to adjust to my touch, and rain kisses down the side of her face and neck. She flinches slightly when I get to her neck.
“You okay?” I pull away and ask. “Is it okay if I do that? I should have asked first. That was stupid of me. I’m sorry.”
She spins around and surprises me by wrapping her arms around my waist, burying her face against my chest. I feel her inhale deeply, like she’s smelling me, and I have to smile. If she knew how many times I’ve wanted to do the exact same thing to her, she’d be shocked.
“No, it’s okay. You surprised me is all. And that was my bad side. I’m still not used to be touched, especially being touched there.”
A rush of anger rises in me. “You never did tell me if that Milo asshole’s still around.”
She laughs. “He’s old news,” she says, waving her hand as though she’s waving him away. “So listen. I’ve already decided that I need more than one night with you.”
I pull away and look into her eyes to see that she means it. She wants more than one night with me. There’s something else there that she’s still not telling me, but she is telling the truth about wanting more. My dick twitches in response, getting ready for another round.
“Please tell me that includes mornings, too,” I tilt her head up, skimming her lips with mine, breathing a soft kiss to her mouth. “Because I don’t want to leave yet.”
She rises on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck, fusing her mouth with mine. Looks like she doesn’t want me to leave yet either. I slide my arms down her back, over her luscious, firm,nakedass, and grip her thighs, lifting her up and directing her legs around my waist.
“Good girl,” I groan into her mouth, as she locks her ankles behind me. “Hold on tight. I’m taking you back to bed. I haven’t had enough of you yet.”
I take her down the hallway, setting her on her feet in her bedroom. Instead of getting on the bed like I assume she’s going to, Becca drops to her knees in front of me. She smirks up at me, reminding me of when I saw her for the first time at the show, and hooks her fingers in the waistband of my underwear.
“Anything I should know?” She’s asking about my piercings.
“Just do whatever feels comfortable for you.”
She smiles up at me again before wrapping her hand around the base of my dick and I nearly come from the contact. She licks her lips, her pink tongue poking out, and then she leans forward slightly and licks a trail from the base to the tip of my dick, right up the centre of the barbells, giving a little flick at the head, and sending a jolt straight through my entire body. Working that way, base to tip, base to tip, cupping and rolling my balls in one small hand, gripping my dick with the other, she works me into a frenzy. My balls tighten, as does the base of my spine, and I know I’m about to come.
“Baby,” I groan. “You gotta stop.”
