Johnny Loves Krissy (7 page)

“I don't know how to start.” Normally he'd kiss a woman. Get her hot by pinching and sucking her nipples, then lay her on her back and spread her thighs wide. He loved pussy, the musky scent like the ocean at sunset, the tangy indescribable yet addicting taste, and the slippery intoxication of a woman coming against his tongue, wild and exotic. But there were other aspects about tonight that had adrenaline coursing through his veins. He never fucked without a condom. With Krissy, there would be no barrier between them.

“We take off our pants and nothing else.” Helpless to stop her, he allowed her to pull him into the living room. “Maybe if we talk about your school or my job, we won't be focused on what we're doing.”

Not a chance. Every nerve pulsed like a live electrical wire. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled out his mouth. Her touch had heat pooling in his balls and blood surging into his shaft.

“Meditation is good. Take yourself out of the moment,” she said.

He opened his eyes. “Shut up, Krissy.” If she wanted him to get her pregnant, he'd better figure out how to stay in the mood. He needed a hard cock, which at the moment wasn't a problem. However, if she kept speaking, he'd humiliate himself with a soft, deflated dick.

Johnny glanced around the room. “Exactly where are we doing this?”

“Couch?”

He shook his head. With the no touching rule, they'd be uncomfortable on the cramped couch. Johnny grabbed a couple of throw pillows and tossed them to the floor. His hands trembled. Christ, he was shaking. His heart pounded like a sledgehammer attempting to break through his ribcage. At this rate, he'd be lucky to maintain an erection. This wasn't sex. This was procreation.

Mouth dry, he stumbled over the words. “Are you sure?”

She answered by unsnapping her jeans and shimmying them past her hips. Next went her pink satin thong panties. His tongue swelled in his mouth. She had a narrow waist and hips that flared in a tantalizing curve to toned thighs. At the juncture of her legs, a blonde, neatly trimmed patch of hair covered her pussy like the soft fuzz of a peach. Light headed, and no longer able to think rational thoughts, he held his hand out to her.

Krissy pulled on the snap of his jeans.

“I don't think I can do this your way.” He swallowed the lump lodged in his throat. The rasp of his zipper echoed loud in his ear. He couldn't help himself. He grazed the side of her breast with his fingertips. His hand numbed. The sensation traveled up his arms while his body heated.

“Try,” she whispered. Her touch was tentative at first. Then she reached into his pants, her fingertips feathering over his flesh. Head arched back, he hissed in pleasure as she circled his pulsing shaft, gently stroking the turgid length of his erection. Rolling her thumb over the swollen knob, she slicked the crown with the syrupy drops seeping from the slit.

“This is touching,” he said, pushing his jeans over his hips. She released his cock, and he kicked them off. “Does this mean I can touch you?” He reached for her, but she shifted to the side.

“We agreed no unnecessary touching.”

He palmed her hip and brought her closer. Then he leaned into her neck. Without having to inhale, her fragrance filled his senses. Rocking his hips, he brought his center closer to hers. The heat of her sex radiated into his groin. His heart pounded, cock aching for the hot sheath of her pussy.

“I think this is necessary, too.” He tunneled his fingers into her silky hair. His mouth brushed the tender skin of her neck, along her jaw, lingering over her fluttering pulse point. He wanted to taste, but he kept his mouth closed. Running his hands down her back, he pressed her full breasts into his chest. She trembled under his touch. His hands drifted lower and when he met the hot silken flesh of her heart- shaped ass, the ass he'd drooled over since puberty, he couldn't help cupping the cheeks and lifting her hard against his cock.

“I think we've experienced enough foreplay,” she whispered, stepping away. Grabbing the afghan off the recliner, she spread it out on the carpet. She lowered onto the blanket. Her teeth clamped into her lower lips as she leaned back on her elbows. Her lip popped free and a smirk curled her lips. She knew she had him hot, primed, and ready to blow. With her knees bent, she spread her thighs. Cream glistened on her pussy and dampened her curls, revealing just how aroused she'd become. He did that to her.

Johnny jerked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the recliner.

She sat up straight. “I thought we were only removing what clothing was necessary.”

“Our definitions differ. I
need
you naked, but I know you wouldn't consider that necessary so I'm not going to get it. I want to kiss and touch you. Damn, Krissy, I want to run my hands over every part of you. The rational side of my brain understands your rules. The rest of me wants to taste.” His gaze raked down her body. Full breasts with dusky tight nipples, softly contoured yet toned stomach, and jeweled bellybutton. He inhaled through his nose, flaring his nostril. Her aroused pearly folds teased and tempted him. “And I do mean everywhere.” Her sweet peach of a pussy made his mouth water. “So enough complaining.”

She reclined against the pillows when he dropped down beside her. He knelt between her thighs. Leaning over her, he closed his eyes and laid his hand on her tummy. She sucked in sharply, and her belly quivered. Her muscles tensed.

“Relax.” Hot flesh scorched his fingers. Krissy took a shuddering breath and released it slowly. Fuck, she felt good. Her skin, her breathy gasps as she braced for a more intimate touch. His fingers drifted lower, barely brushing her curls. “God, you're wet.”

He cupped her heated mound then slipped a finger into her slick passage. Internal muscles gloved his finger. He followed with a second. Hot, wet and tight, she contracted around him. Flicking back and forth, he searched, stretching and curling his fingers to graze the sweet spot deep inside her channel.

“Johnny, no.” Her body jerked against his hand. She was slick and ready. “Please, Johnny, don't make me come.” Her choppy words brought him back into the moment.

Oh, but he wanted to put his fingers into his mouth. The musky scent of her arousal hit his senses with the impact of a freight train. Instead, he grasped the root of his throbbing cock and stroked the shaft. “Krissy.”

She lifted her lashes and her lusty gaze locked with his. “I want this. Want you.” She twined her leg over his calf.

Johnny braced above her and fit the crown to the drenched opening of her pussy. He squeezed his cock hard as he slipped in. Taking a deep breath, staring into her eyes, he buried himself full hilt. Dear god, he was home.

What had she done? Krissy would peel back her fingernails digging into the carpet before she'd clutch Johnny's back and buck as her body desperately desired. Each long, powerful thrust of his cock brought her closer to a euphoric pinnacle. Damn it. This was not how she imagined tonight.

Slow slide in. Easing out. A groan from his lips as he surged again. Deeper. He triggered a spark of pleasure in her core that built, taking her where she was afraid to go. Heat seared her insides. Nipple to clit throbbed with need. Slowly out and screwing into her again. She moaned and arched into his hips, stoking the flames even hotter.

“Baby,” he whispered, pulling out until only the tip remained in her tunnel and sliding in again.

“No whispering sweet nothings,” she murmured. The blunt head of his cock thrust hard, colliding with the top of her channel. “It's against the rules.” She couldn't stop herself from wrapping one leg around his hip and bowing off the floor.

Johnny wasn't supposed to make every cell in her body sing his name. When he slipped his fingers into her, he'd applied a delicious pressure and made her clench in anticipation of his cock. She hadn't expected this...this...nothing compared to this. Heaven was having Johnny inside of her. He felt so good. His cock was a perfect fit, stretching her, filling her, spiraling her into euphoria. She bit her tongue to keep from crying out.

Braced above her, he slowed his rhythm and crammed her full of his cock with a deep downward thrust. The lines of his face softened. She'd never seen him from this angle. Well, of course, she hadn't. This was the first time they'd made love. No, damn it! This was just sex. A means to an end. Yet, his bright eyes sparkled. While fucking her, there was tenderness in his touch.

His hips shifted, digging in and reaching unbelievably deeper. Krissy cried out and banded her legs around his hips. She couldn't stop her reactions to him. Hot, hard strokes. Then he plunged faster into her slick channel. Leaning over her, he braced his weight with his outstretched arms. The friction and heat in her core radiated out, warming her. Nipples tightened and she arched off the floor again. Her head thrashed. Johnny groaned, sliding between her drenched folds, raking her clit in just the right way. The way he moved, his growls of pleasures, the flex and strain of his muscles, he was sex and lust in motion.

“Fuck, you feel incredible.” Johnny's lips hinted at a smile as he stared into her face. Krissy slammed her eyes shut and fisted her hands in the afghan. “You okay?” he asked.

“No!” Krissy wiggled to free herself. “You can't look into my eyes. That's a bond, Johnny. We can't afford to be bonding.” She pushed at his hips, forcing his cock from her body and squirmed out from under him.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I'm changing positions.” On her hands and knees, she repositioned so that she could bite the couch cushion if she needed to scream.

“You have the best ass.” He caressed her left cheek.

“You're breaking the rules.” She knew she whined, but he wasn't playing fair.

Following the crease of her ass, he probed between her legs with his fingers. Cream trickled along her thigh, her cream. Damn, she melted from the heat of his touch. Her clit ached and her channel clenched, waiting for him to plunge into her again.

“Oh, hell.” She shivered as he circled her opening, spreading her fluids, then sliding two fingers into her cunt. “No. I want your cock. Hurry.”

He chuckled and replaced his fingers with his cock. Her walls stretched, sucked him deeper, and tightened around him. His groan rolled from his chest and straight into her. Each thrust created a spark of electricity that shot from the top of her channel straight into her brain.

“Johnny, you have to hurry.” She gripped the couch, arched her back like a feline, and purred in the back of her throat. He felt too good, made her respond like she shouldn't. She pushed back as he slammed forward, sheathing his cock in her slippery sleeve. She whimpered, her body breaking apart, speeding toward release.

“You're so fucking hot. This is sexy.” His finger traced the gecko on her lower back.

“No more talking! I'm not sexy.” She moved against him. “Oh, hell, our fucking wasn't supposed to feel incredible. Johnny, you're doing it wrong.” But oh, he was doing her so right.

She wanted to look over her shoulder, but she wouldn't. She didn't have the strength to see Johnny, have him inside her, and remain uninvolved.

“That's a caress!” She batted his hand off her ass.

“I need to hold on,” he offered as an excuse. Damn him. He gripped her hips and drove into her hard and fast. The slapping sounds of their wet bodies coming together aroused her further. His glides were forceful and sharp and turning her insides to liquid.

“Damn it, Johnny!” Her back arched. Thrashing from side to side, she couldn't hold still to bite the cushion. “No,” she cried out as her body tensed, every muscle burning and her pussy shattering in mind- numbing contractions. The powerful orgasm stole her breath. White light blinded behind closed eyes. Spasms rocked her core, clenching his cock in a silken glove.

Johnny smacked her ass.

The sting didn't hinder her response, but made her arch for more. “That's deliberate,” she said through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, so is this.” He angled his hip and penetrated deeper.

She glared at him over her shoulder. “You've proved your point, now prove your virility.”

On the verge of orgasm, his cock hardened and felt even bigger. If he didn't come quickly, she was going to join him and come again. A multiple was completely out of the question.

Determined to send him over the edge, she reached between her legs, gently fondled his balls, rolling them between her fingers. Her fluids made their joined bodies slippery and too erotic to allow the intensity to build. She grabbed his balls and tugged. With a shout, Johnny shot off like a rocket. Ribbons of cum bathed her channel. Each hot pulsing jet should have reminded her of the plan, the baby. But all she could do was revel in the feel of Johnny, his thick, solid cock, his groan of release, and his labored breath.

As soon as Johnny slipped from her body, Krissy rolled onto her side.

“Holy shit.” He sat back on his haunches. A sheen of sweat glistened on his torso. Damp hair clung to his forehead and curled over his ears. He still looked too good.

“I wasn't supposed to come, you ass.” She knocked him off balance.

He laughed at her. “Hand me my boxers.”

Krissy reached for his jeans and then grabbed her own.

“Don't get dressed,” he said as he stood. “I heard it increases your chance of conception if you lay down for twenty minutes.” He pulled on his boxer shorts. “That's about how long it'll take me to recover.” He started toward the kitchen.

“How do you know so much about conception?” she called to him, slipping a pillow under her butt to help the sperm seek out their target. She pulled the afghan over her legs and crossed her fingers. Probably just like Johnny, the little swimmers wouldn't know how to follow directions. “Recover for what?”

He came back into the living room with a diet soda and leaned against the wall. “For round two.”

Chapter Five

Can They Keep A Secret?

“Do you want me to stay?”

Krissy shook her head. Johnny didn't want to leave, but he understood Krissy's confusion. Making love changed them. Neither was ready to admit it, but the uncomfortable silence hung in the air like a suffocating shroud. What had transpired on the floor twice and on the couch once already strained their friendship. They weren't just friends anymore. Whether she admitted it or not, without sharing a single kiss during sex, they were lovers.