Breathless 4 (Breathless #4) (5 page)

He kissed along my body, moving his lips on a downward
path from my mouth to my neck, lingering at my breasts to claim each of my
nipples in turn. I moaned, only fleetingly thinking of how good it was that we
were all alone in the stadium, that no one would hear us, as Johnny rubbed and
stroked me. He nibbled along my abdomen and nuzzled my hips, working his way to
my pussy with what seemed like aching slowness. Johnny pushed me gently against
the shower wall and spread my legs wider; I looked down at him and he grinned
up at me, on his knees. “Did you miss me, Becky-baby?” he asked as his fingers
spread my labia apart.

Johnny buried his face against me, nuzzling my soaking
wet folds, his tongue sliding along my inner labia and then pushing inside of
me hungrily. I moaned out, my head tilting back against the wall, my hands
reaching out blindly and tangling in his hair. “Yes, yes, Johnny — God, yes, I
missed you,” I cried out as he sucked and licked, devouring me as if he was
starving. His tongue teased me, barely avoiding my clit and then slipping down
to lap up my fluids before shifting upward again. He swirled the tip around my
pleasure center and I cried out, my hands tightening in his hair and my hips
moving to get better contact. I writhed and twisted against the wall, pushing
down as Johnny began to flick his tongue against my clit, sending jolts of
pleasure shooting through my body.

He teased me relentlessly, bringing me to the edge and
then retreating to suck and lap at my fluids. He pulled as much of my pussy
into his mouth as possible, and I found myself getting more and more turned on,
closer and closer to orgasm, with every moment that he worshipped me. His hands
gripped my hips, held me perfectly spread, and I felt my knees going weak as he
moaned against my skin, sending little vibrations against my clit. It was so
good—I tried to remember a time in my life when anyone had given me so much
pleasure and I couldn’t. When I was certain that I couldn’t take any more,
Johnny sucked my clit between his lips and flickered his tongue against the
bead of nerves until I tumbled over the edge, crying out helplessly in the
grips of the orgasm that raged through me.

He didn’t let up, and I felt myself gushing onto his
face, onto his lips and chin as I squirmed and writhed, wave after wave of
pleasure washing through every nerve in my body. Johnny slowed gradually,
lapping up my fluids as I sagged against the wall, trying to find my balance
with legs that felt as if they were made of jelly.

Before I could even fully recover, I felt Johnny’s
body pressed against mine, and I gasped as he lifted me up easily, holding me
pinned against the wall. His hard cock rubbed against my soaking wet folds and
in spite of the orgasm I’d already had, I was turned on all over again as he
kissed me everywhere, tasting like my fluids, but somehow it was incredibly
sexy to taste myself on him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding onto
his shoulders as if I was clinging to life. Johnny rocked his hips against
mine, teasing me until the very last vestiges of my orgasm fled in the face of
new arousal. “Are you ready, baby?” Johnny asked, kissing the pulse point
directly under my ear.

“Mm, yes — yes, please.” I pushed my hips down against
Johnny’s and I felt his fingers brush me as he lined himself up against my
slit. My fingernails dug into his shoulders as Johnny thrust into me hard and
fast, filling me up in one quick movement. I tightened my legs around his
waist, pushing down to meet him. It felt so good. It felt just exactly right,
in a way I couldn’t even have explained if I had been able to form words.
Johnny and I fell into a hot and heavy pace, the steam from the shower wrapping
around us both. I kissed him everywhere my lips could reach, meeting his
thrusts with my hips. The friction built up between us, and I couldn’t tell
whether our bodies were becoming more and more slick from the shower, from our
sweat, or from something else; all I knew was that Johnny was thrusting into me
deeper and deeper, that every movement rubbed against my clit, sending
electrical sparks of pleasure dancing along my nerves.

Johnny buried his face against my breasts, nuzzling
and kissing, and I knew that neither of us was going to be able to hold back
much longer. We touched and kissed, we moved together as one in a tidal rhythm
that I couldn’t have found my way out of if I had wanted to. In a matter of
moments, it seemed, I was crying out again, grabbing at Johnny’s slippery body,
my muscles clenching and flexing in spasms as I hit my second orgasm. Johnny
moaned against my skin and I felt his cock twitching inside of me. I felt the
hot, slick rush of him gushing deep inside of me, and we kept moving until
neither of us was able to move any longer. He barely kept his arms around me as
we both sank down onto the shower floor, absolutely spent, and I thought, my
mind hazed over with pleasure, that it was the best sex I had ever had in my
entire life; I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than what had just
happened between us.

Chapter
Six

Somehow, Johnny and I managed to finally finish up in
the shower, and he joked that I had saved him a lot of trouble; he was going to
be late to the bus and possibly have to figure out his own way home, but since
I was there, I could be his ride. “What put it in your head to come and see the
game?” he asked me playfully as we walked out to my car. The parking lot was
absolutely deserted
..
It almost felt chilly against my
wet hair, and I shivered, remembering the reason I had come. My stomach started
to churn, my heart to beat faster inside of me.

“I had to see you,” I said, giving him the best smile
I could muster. I unlocked the car, and Johnny joked that it wasn’t much for a
rich girl like me to be driving. “I’d have thought you’d be rolling in, like, a
Benz or something.” I laughed, for a moment ceasing to think about the terrible
facts that had forced me to come so far to talk to him.

“My dad said that if I graduate college Summa Cum
Laude, he would buy me a Benz then, but this car was brand new when he got it
for me and chock full of safety features. Way more appropriate for a first-time
driver.”

I pulled onto the road and found the Interstate once
more and everything started to crowd in on me again. I knew I had to go through
with it; I just couldn’t pretend like everything was okay. I had to actually
talk to Johnny about the situation. Even if he had been sweet and loving to me,
even if he had given me several of the best orgasms of my life, I couldn’t just
ignore the questions hanging over my head. I turned the volume down on the
music and tried to think of the best way to approach the topic. I realized that
there was no really good way to ask the questions I had on my mind.

“Johnny,” I said slowly. “I need to talk to you about
something.” Johnny smiled at me from the passenger seat, reaching out to take
my hand.

“Anything, babe. I’m all ears.” That made it so much
harder for me to even begin. I swallowed the lump I could feel forming in my
throat.

“What…what really happened to Claire?” my heart was beating
faster and faster. “I know there was, I mean…” I couldn’t finish the sentence;
I couldn’t tell him what my mom had said. Johnny’s hand fell away from mine,
and I glanced over to see that the smile on his face was gone, as well.

“It’s not something you want to hear. It’s…
it’s
really bad, and it still hurts,” he said. I swallowed
again, biting my bottom lip. I couldn’t just let it go.

“I’ve been hearing a lot of different things,” I said
slowly. “I don’t — I want to hear about it from you. I trust you. I’ll know
what to think if you can just tell me.” I glanced at him again and for a long,
silent moment, I thought that he was going to absolutely refuse to tell me
anything.

Finally, Johnny sighed. He looked at his hands and
shook his head. “Claire was…” he closed his eyes and then opened them again.
“She was unstable. Emotionally, I mean. She was so quiet and sweet when I first
met her, the most beautiful girl… so smart, and even though she was quiet, she
was funny.” Johnny smiled slightly.

“What happened?” I asked. Johnny sighed again.

“She…would have these times when nothing would make
her happy. Not in a mean way, she didn’t fight or anything, she just…would be
crying for hours. Or she’d think that she was going to fail all of her classes
and have to drop out, even though she was an A student. Or she would accuse me
of being with her out of pity instead of love.” I nodded. “I don’t know what it
was; there was just something…broken, inside of her, you know? Then other times
she’d be fine and everything would be great. But I couldn’t keep us both
afloat. I couldn’t drop everything to be there when she needed me to be.”

“That must have been really difficult for you,” I
said, feeling my eyes starting to sting. I saw Johnny nodding in my peripheral
vision.

“I hated it, but I eventually broke up with her
because I could tell I wasn’t — I couldn’t fix what was wrong, you know?” I
nodded again.

“What happened after that?” Johnny closed his eyes
again and was silent for a long moment.

“She changed completely,” he said quietly. “She’d had
crazy periods before, but they were always depressed, you know? After we broke
up, she started just…going out when she shouldn’t, getting drunk, and flirting
with people in front of me, trying to get a rise out of me.” Johnny went silent
for another long moment, and I glanced over to see him take a deep breath. “One
night, there was this party. I went; I didn’t think she was going to be there —
there were a couple of other parties going on that night.”

I gripped the steering wheel tighter. I knew this was
the important, but the worst part of the story. I had to listen. I had to find
out if I could trust what he was saying to me. “Okay,” I said, keeping my voice
as neutral as possible.

“She was drinking and hanging all over my friends. I’d
had a little bit, but not very much. But Claire…she was just downing drinks
left and right, not even asking what they were.” I shuddered; it would only be
too easy to drug someone acting that way. I couldn’t blame Claire. I couldn’t
even imagine what kind of deep troubles she was going through, and to lose the
man she loved, the one she’d lost her virginity
to
 
—
she had probably thought that they’d
be together forever. “I ended up leaving,” Johnny said, and I heard him sniff.
“I hate…I can’t stand myself for doing that.” He brought his fist down onto the
console and I jumped, startled. He took a deep breath. “But I didn’t want to
encourage her. I thought if I left, maybe she’d calm down and one of her friends
would take her home, something like that.” Johnny shook his head. “I went out
with some of my friends for pizza.”

I took a deep breath. “And then?” Once more, Johnny
was quiet for a long moment and I looked over at him. I could see his face
contorted in such deep sadness, such anger, frustration, and despair that I
nearly told him to forget about it, that I’d heard that part of the story
already. But I had to hear it from him.

“While I was with some of my other friends, I got a
text. One of the guys who’d stayed behind at the party.” Johnny made a noise
that sounded like a mixture of a growl and a groan, something so intensely
painful it was animalistic. “It was a picture of Claire, naked, passed out on
the floor somewhere.” I heard him take a deep breath and looked over at him
again; I was having trouble paying attention to the road. I had to hear this through
to the end. “I got back to the party as fast as I could, but of course, it…” he
sighed. He brought his fist down on the console again. “One of those assholes
came up to me and congratulated me on loosening her up. He said she was easier
than a blow-up doll.” Johnny made the half-growling, groaning noise again, and
then I heard him sniffle. “One of the other guys, he said something about her
being…fuck. About Claire being just as easy from behind as she was in the
front. Someone said something about her having no gag reflex.” He sniffled
again, and I heard his breath hitch. “I punched one of them — I can’t even
remember who, anymore. I found Claire. She was still passed out, but she must
have been awake at some point — her face, it was covered in tears.”

“Oh, God…Johnny.” I could only imagine. It was
something out of a nightmare, something every girl was warned about.
Don’t drink anything a guy gives you…don’t
leave your drink unattended…
Johnny was silent again for a few minutes.

“I carried her home. I wasn’t sure…I didn’t know
exactly what happened.” He took a deep breath and exhaled. “I told her mother
what I could, but I was so scared.”

I felt as if I had poured salt into someone’s open
wound, as if I was pressing broken shards of glass into his skin. “What
happened after that?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“She…” Johnny shook his head. “She didn’t want to talk
about it to anyone. She went missing from school; the guys…those…they kept
circulating the picture, talking about what a great lay she’d been.” Johnny
made the stomach-deep, groaning sound again. “She just couldn’t take it. I
don’t blame her. Not for a second. The things they were saying about her…” he
shook his head. “She eventually ended up just…I think they found her a few
hours after.” I saw him curl in on himself. Johnny’s voice went quiet,
deadly-flat. “They found her journal and the clothes she’d been wearing that
night. In the journal…God, so many of those — those fucking assholes. They’d
raped her. She wrote it all down. The police found something like five
different guys’ DNA on her clothes.”