Breathless #2 (The Breathless Romance Series - Book #2) (4 page)

Johnny pulled into a little clearing in the woods and
put the truck in park, and I looked around. It was pitch dark—wherever the
headlights on the front of the huge, hyper-masculine truck didn’t illuminate
was just a void, completely and totally black. How long had we been driving?
The sun was barely going down when Johnny picked me up earlier. He grabbed a
flashlight from behind the seat and grinned at me. “It’s not a long walk to
where we’re going, but you’ll be glad you took my advice on the shoes.” I
laughed, still a little nervous; where were we going?

Johnny opened his door and leaped out, and I
cautiously followed suit, my eyes adjusting to the darkness that swallowed us
up slowly. He had shut the headlights off, making a comment about not wanting
to run down the battery, and grabbed a pack from the truck bed. I heard the
leaves and brush crunching under his feet as he came around to my side of the
truck, the flashlight already on, pointed carefully at the ground. “I won’t let
anything grab you, don’t worry,” he said, wrapping one arm around my waist. I
could feel the weight of his backpack, and forced myself to smile in spite of
my worry.

Johnny led me a little way into the woods, to another
clearing—this one with an opening in the tree canopy overhead. He set the
flashlight on a rock and started to pull things out of the backpack and I was
stunned; he must have really, really thought about this, in spite of how
spur-of-the-moment he’d made the date appear. Blankets, a bag of marshmallows,
a sleeve of graham crackers and a bar of chocolate, along with a big bottle of
hard cider all appeared. He angled the flashlight to shine onto a circle of
stones and I watched while he pulled up dead wood and other kindling, and
started a fire there. “Want to spread the blanket for me?” he asked. I smiled
and shook out the huge, thick blanket—it was so soft and fluffy in my hands
that I thought as long as I didn’t settle it on a rock, it would practically be
like lying on a mattress.

All my worries started to dissolve as we roasted
marshmallows over the fire, made s’mores, and drank the still-cold cider Johnny
had grabbed. He told me about how he’d rushed around after classes ended to get
all of the things he needed, and I smiled, cuddling close to him on the blanket
and looking into the fire, looking all around me at the orange-red glow seeping
into the trees. I had been so wrong to doubt him or to even think for a minute
that he was going to hurt me. “I really wanted to bring you here because you
can see the stars just—it’s amazing,” Johnny said, pointing up at the clearing
in the trees overhead. He was right; far away from campus, away from the lights
of the town, deep in the woods, I could see more stars that I had ever known
existed, spiraling in milky, glowing splendor across the sky.

We playfully tried to show off for each other, picking
out constellations and inventing new ones, and as Johnny’s hands started to
wander over my body, I felt the last bit of fear disappearing as I became more
and more turned on. Here we were, alone, in the woods, next to a fire and under
an amazing night sky, far away from anyone who might interrupt. I shifted
closer to Johnny on the blanket and kissed him hungrily, feeling my body heat
up all over. His hands slipped up underneath my shirt and I shivered, pulling
closer to him on the blanket, feeling my nerves crackling with hot-and-cold
electricity.

Johnny deepened the kiss, turning me onto my back
while his hands crept up along my ribs, cupping my breasts through my bra. “You
know, there’s no one to hear us,” he murmured against my lips. I could feel the
hard ridge of his erection already starting to strain at his jeans. “We can
make as much noise as we want and no one will ever know.” I laughed, reaching
down and hauling his tee shirt up along his back, over his head. I suddenly had
an absolute need to get him naked, to feel his body pressed against mine.
Kissing him early in the morning had left me simmering with arousal all day,
thinking about the possibility of being with him—I needed to feel Johnny inside
of me, almost as much as I needed air. His lips tasted like the s’mores we’d
eaten, like the crisp, tart cider, with an undercurrent of the sweet taste I
was starting to associate with him.

My shirt somehow disappeared without me knowing how or
even where it went; Johnny buried his face against my breasts, nuzzling against
me, kissing the valley between my breasts and nipping at the sensitive tops. He
tugged the cups of my bra down and I moaned as he brought one of my nipples to
his mouth, kissing it lightly before he sucked it between his lips, his tongue
flickering over the little nub until it started to harden. His hands moved down
to my hips, along the fabric of my skirt until he found the hem; Johnny slid
one hand up underneath, trailing along my inner thighs. I was already soaking
wet—I had been just a little turned on, even while I was worried that Johnny
was going to kill me, fear making me oddly aroused.

I moaned again and again as Johnny stroked me through
the thin fabric of my drenched panties, his mouth switching from one breast to
the other, sucking and licking my nipples and sending jolts of pleasure
straight to my pussy. “I’ve been thinking about this for days,” Johnny
murmured, slipping one finger around the fabric to stroke my bare skin. He
found my clit by touch, pressing along the folds of my labia until he hit the
little bundle of nerves and I cried out, pushing my hips down for better
contact. He rubbed and stroked, swirling his finger in tight little circles
around my pleasure center, and I writhed and twisted underneath him, running my
fingers through his thick, soft hair and kissing him in desperation as my body
went hotter and hotter. Johnny tugged my panties away from my body somehow,
leaving my skirt on, bringing his fingers along my labia to rub me everywhere
before focusing on my clit once more. I kissed along the column of his throat,
muffling my moans against his skin as he slid one finger inside of me slowly,
his thumb pressed against my clit all the while, rubbing me and sending jolts
of cold and hot sensation through my body. He slid his finger in and out
slowly, working me, pushing past the resistance of my body as my muscles
tightened around him. “God, you’re so hot, so wet,” Johnny whispered, panting,
as he added another finger, plunging them both deep inside of me.

He curled his fingers, rubbing along my inner walls, and
I moved instinctively, my hips rising and falling, bucking as he teased my clit
and stroked me from the inside. “Oh—oh, god, Johnny—don’t stop—please…” I
panted for breath, bringing his face back around to mine, kissing him hungrily
as I writhed underneath him. I could feel the hot, heavy weight of his cock
pressing against my leg, nothing between us but his boxers—somewhere along the
line, one of us had gotten rid of his jeans. Johnny’s fingers curled and
twisted inside of me, and when he brushed against my g-spot I gasped,
shuddering, clinging to him as if for life itself. He brought me to the edge of
climax over and over again, kissing and nipping at my skin playfully, dipping
down to my breasts and then moving back up to my lips.

Johnny pulled back, panting almost as much as I was.
“I can’t wait any more,” Johnny said, looking down at me, his eyes dark in the
firelight. “Are you ready for me, Becky? You feel so ready.” I nodded,
breathless, unable to speak. I was more than ready for him—I was eager, I
absolutely needed him. Johnny pushed his boxers down over his hips and I
wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing down against him. He rocked against
me, and I moaned at the feeling of his hard cock rubbing along my soaking wet
labia, the tip brushing just barely against my clit.

“If you don’t stop teasing me,” I said, digging my
nails into the skin of his back, “I’m going to throw you in that fire.” Johnny
laughed, and shifted against my body, his hand slipping down to guide his cock
up against my throbbing, aching slit. He thrust into me slowly, letting me feel
him push past the tightening of my muscles, sinking deeper and deeper inside of
me. His cock was so hot, so hard inside of me, and I pushed my hips down,
moaning against his shoulder, feeling the electric shiver that worked through
me.

“God, you feel so good, Becky—better than anyone else
I’ve ever…” Johnny’s words dissolved into a moan and I twisted my hips against
his, kissing his lips, kissing along his jaw, anywhere my mouth could reach
while I moved in counterpoint to his thrusts, trying to see if I could will my
muscles to flex around him just the way I wanted to. But as I got more and more
turned on, I heard the wet, sucking sounds of our bodies moving together, and
any thought of trying to control anything dissolved. Johnny picked up his pace,
thrusting harder and faster into me, and I struggled to keep up, tingling all
over as he switched between worshipping my breasts and kissing my lips, his
hands wandering all over me, one snaking down between our bodies to stroke and
rub my clit in time with his thrusts.

I tried to hold back, wanting to savor the feeling of
Johnny inside of me, wanting to hold onto the body-wide tingling, the hot and
cold flashes that worked through me as the friction built up between us. But I
couldn’t make myself stop; I tumbled head-first into climax, my whole body
tensing up and then everything falling away from me but the waves of pleasure
rocking my nervous system, the feeling of Johnny’s cock buried deep inside of
me as he kept thrusting, harder and faster, brushing up against my g-spot every
few moments and making me cry out and moan without a single thought in my head.
I felt his cock twitching, felt his hips bucking against mine, and then felt
the flood of sticky-slick heat rush through me as Johnny moaned out long and
low, thrusting a few harder, fast moments as he followed me into orgasm.

Chapter
Five

As my breathing slowed, I came back to myself
gradually, feeling Johnny’s warm, strong arms wrapped around me, the blanket
underneath us both. I heard the crackle of the fire and turned to look at it,
my whole body still tingling with aftershocks of pleasure, muscles flexing and
relaxing erratically inside of me. My lips were curved in what felt like a
permanent smile; I couldn’t believe how incredibly good I felt, how happy I
was. “You’re going to have mosquito bites in weird places tomorrow,” Johnny
murmured jokingly in my ear.

“Totally worth it,” I replied. “Although next time you
haul me into the deep dark woods to screw my brains out, maybe remember some
bug spray.” Johnny turned me onto my back and buried his face against my
breasts, kissing and nuzzling.

“Nah, I wouldn’t be able to kiss and lick you
everywhere if you had bug spray on you,” he told me, bringing his lips back up
to mine. “That shit tastes nasty.”

“Maybe some of those candle things then,” I suggested
lazily. Johnny nodded.

“Done. Or maybe we’ll get a tent and just stay all
night, and see how many times we can have sex before we’re completely exhausted.”
I laughed, shaking my head.

“We can do that anywhere. We could do that in the
dorms.”

“Yeah, but then you’d have to worry about who was
listening, who was hearing me make you go ‘Oh, Johnny—oh, god, please, yes, yes
Johnny, right there…’” He nibbled along my neck, and I gasped, the sound
dissolving into a giggle at his teasing.

“Okay, so maybe the woods are good for something,” I
admitted. Johnny’s hands wandered all over me, touching and caressing, and I
melted against him, letting him do whatever he liked, staring at the fire as
the orange-yellow-red flames licked and arched out to meet the air. Johnny
slipped a hand between my legs, stroking me and I felt my body heating up
again, my pussy tightening as he rubbed my clit, almost more playful than
meaningful.

He played with me for a few minutes, his fingers
working me until I was on the edge—not quite fully aroused, but my heart
beating a little faster, my nerves tingling. He backed off, kissing the side of
my neck, and went back to just caressing me, cupping my breasts, exploring my
body as if he had never had a toy so nice in his life. “I feel like I was away
for way longer,” he mused, brushing a lock of my hair away from my neck and
holding my body close to his while we both watched the fire. “How are things
going for you this week? Finding your classes more easily?” I grinned,
remembering the chance encounters that had brought me to Johnny’s attention.

I told him about my classes, about how I was having
trouble focusing—jokingly telling him that all I could think about when we were
busy discussing the early American writers was how much I would prefer to be in
bed with him. Johnny told me more about the away game, about his teammates and
the guys in his frat. As I lost the hazy glow of orgasm, I remembered what the
girl in the dining hall had said, and what she had taunted me with again.

“Hey, there was this girl I saw flirting with you the
other day,” I started, biting my bottom lip. Johnny tensed slightly against me.

“I hope you’re not jealous—I can’t even see anyone
else now that I have you,” he told me, kissing my neck again.

“No, no it’s not that,” I said quickly. “I mean my
first day orientation, the RA for my floor went on about how boys weren’t
allowed during quiet hours, even if it was you.” I laughed. “I’m not going to
yell at you because you’re hot and talented and girls want to be with
you—that’s not something you can control.” Johnny relaxed against me and I fell
silent for a moment, thinking of just how to go about saying what it was that
was weighing on my mind.