Trouble in the Making (10 page)

“What about others?”

He applied more pressure to the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “What about them? Neither of us have been celibate, but it didn’t mean we forgot or wanted each other less. At least not on my end.”

“You’re really serious about this.”

Again, there was that awe in her voice and he had to admit it was rather confusing. He didn’t think he’d been reserved all these years, didn’t think he’d made it a secret how much he enjoyed being with her. “You have been my first phone call every time I got back to the States or when I had any kind of free time. If I could see you, I did. What is so hard about this for you? You’ve known me forever, Liz.”

“No, I know. It’s just that now… Johnny, you’re a star.”

That again? “And? Other than the pancakes, have I ever flaunted it? Does it bother you that I was famous for a time? That I seem to have more money now than I know what to do with?”

“Of course not. I’m completely proud of you, you know that.”

He pinched her nipple again, pulling another hiss from her. “Then why does it matter? I’m still the same Johnny you’ve always known. I haven’t changed. I’m a little more decorated, a little more recognized, a little more everything. I know what and who I want and I’m in a position to get her.”

He punctuated his statement by replacing his fingers on her nipple with his lips. He sucked the tip inside his mouth as he’d been wanting to do for some time, teased it with his tongue, tasted and tested the tautness and coaxed a purr from her. Everywhere he touched her, she responded without hesitation. She might not understand how he, famous rocker that he was, could want quiet, unknown Liz, but in his mind, he couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t want her.

He bit lightly on her nipple, then harder until she stiffened, holding her breath. He licked around the stinging teeth marks and lifted his head. Pressing his lips to her ear, he whispered, “I’m in love with you, Liz.”

She went still and he looked at her. Her eyes were wide, surprise and disbelief and hope all written in the green orbs plain as day. “I love you,” he repeated.

“Johnny,” she implored, need filling the one word.

“You know it’s true, Lizzie.” She shook her head, her hair dancing around her cheeks, falling into her eyes. Like this, she was such a beautiful mess. He crawled over her body, holding her arms down by her wrists above her head. Her nipples, so pretty and sensitive, stood up, seeking attention. Her skin, lightly touched by age, but still flawless, drew his gaze from her face down to her hips where he straddled her. He leaned down, inhaling the scent of blackberries, maple and sex. His hair framed her face, cocooning them in shades of blond. “I loved you as a friend in school. You’ve always been my friend, Liz, and somewhere along the way, somewhere over the last five years, I fell in love with you.”

“Most men wouldn’t say things like that,” she said, smiling.

She deserved a spanking. There was no doubt in his mind she’d keep him on his toes. “I offer my heart to you and that’s what you come back with?”

“Well…”

“I am a songwriter,” he offered casually. His gaze was anything but.

“I didn’t expect it, Johnny. None of it, not like this. Not now and not ever. I wanted you to fulfill my fantasies and you give me this?”

“Perhaps you didn’t expect it, but it’s out there now. You feel it too. You might not be ready to admit it, but you do feel it.” And while he’d told himself he was okay if she wasn’t ready to say it out loud, he really wasn’t. He wanted to hear the words from her. She stared intently up at him and leaned in for a quick kiss. He couldn’t deny her that any more than he could deny himself breath. When she lowered her head, her eyes were once more filled with every thought and feeling she had. He might need breath, but at the moment, he couldn’t find it. She stole every ounce of oxygen around them with that look.

Her voice was whisper soft when she spoke. “I do. Feel it, that is.”

“Then say it. Please.” His own voice sounded strained, raspy, kind of like it did on the nights he would sing for hours on stage. His hand tightened around her wrists and her pulse pounded through his own blood.

“Johnny.” She licked her lips and closed her eyes. When she opened them, there were tears threatening to spill. “I love you,” she said in rush. She gulped in a breath and let it out slowly and he swallowed it in a kiss. His lips were still pressed to hers when she said it again, this time measured, full of emotion, meaning and reverence. “I love you.”

And then he grinned, feeling lighter than he could remember feeling in a long-ass time. She smiled tentatively, then grinned too. He read mischief in hers, though, and was rewarded when she began wiggling under him. “What are you up to, little girl?”

“Well, aside from professions of love, which, don’t get me wrong, are wonderful and probably long overdue, we are in a rather suggestive position.”

“Are we?” he asked, punctuating his question with a small thrust of his hips into hers.

“Uh huh,” she answered with an upward tilt of her own.

Johnny grunted and began feathering kisses along her cheek. “You are naked.”

“Mmmm. Yes, I am.”

“But sadly, I’m not,” he pouted, and to his delight, she laughed.

“You don’t really have to be.”

Johnny raised his head to peer down at her. Oh yes, full of mischief. Of course, he wouldn’t want her any other way. “No?”

“Nope.”

“Then how would you propose we take advantage of our position?”

“If you let my wrists go, I could show you.”

He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “Nice try. However, I think I know where you’re going with this. Don’t move your arms from over your head. Understand?”

“And if I do?”

“Spanking.” Liz laughed at his matter-of-fact answer. God, he loved that sound, and when he was with her, he never realized how much he missed hearing her laugh when they were apart. She seemed lighter at the moment too, like she’d been holding in the words he’d pleaded with her to say and now that they’d passed her lips, she was free to let loose a little more. “You think that’s funny?”

“C’mon, Johnny. I think we’ve learned that I like being spanked too much to take it as a serious threat or punishment.”

“Hmmm. True. I think you do too. I’ll have to think of something else.”

“You do that.”

“Gonna have to do something about that smart mouth too.”

“I’ve always had a smart mouth. Thinking to change me?”

“Not a bit. Just have a little more fun with it.”

“What kind of fun?”

He lowered his voice. “The naughty kind.”

She wiggled under him again. “With you, it’s my favorite kind.”

“Do your students know how naughty you can be?”

“Well…” She batted her eyelashes, and in that moment, Johnny didn’t know if she was joking or not.

His hand tightened and he thrust against her body once more. “Don’t tease like that, Lizzie.”

She narrowed her eyes and studied him, tensing. “Of course they don’t. Only one man has ever known the depths of my desires and they didn’t sit too well with him.” When he loosened his hold and relaxed against her, she smirked. “I’ve never known you to be jealous.”

“You know better now, don’t you?” He let go of her and slid off her nakedness. He grabbed the small bottle from his duffle and held it in his palm. She was going to flip, he had no doubt, but it would be so much fun to see her come unraveled.

He climbed back on her body, trailing his lips between her breasts, up her throat when she arched her neck, over her chin. His tongue licked at her until she opened her mouth and he could taste her once more, blackberries, sweet syrup and Liz. “Put your legs around my hips,” he whispered when the kiss broke. He shifted and she lifted, her thighs parting, her pussy dragging over his lower belly as she wrapped herself around him. The streak of wetness was one of the most erotic things he’d ever felt. “God, Liz.”

“What’s in your hand?”

“A bottle.” He nipped at her chin, her nose, her eyelashes, light little kisses that were more like whispers of touch.

“What kind of bottle?”

“A special bottle with a special treat for my special girl,” he teased as he slowly eased himself down her body until his mouth was level with her cunt. She was heady, this woman he didn’t want to live another day without. Her musk, combined with his, brought home just how much he wanted her.

He popped the top with his thumb and tilted the bottle in the same hand to gather a little on his fingers. It paid to be a guitarist and double-jointed. “Ready? It’s going to tingle, get a little warm, but it will feel so good.” Her legs on his shoulders tightened in response.

The scent of cinnamon filled the air as he dabbed his lube-slicked fingers across her clit. She immediately bucked upward and his tongue was there waiting. It tasted like a Red Hots and he dabbed on a little more until he was slowly rubbing the oil in.

“Johnny?” Her voice wasn’t much more than a whimper that ended on a high-pitched wail. The cinnamon-flavored gel was working, heating her up. The muscles in the back of her legs trembled, and when he placed a hand on her belly, he felt the trembles there too.

“Beautiful, baby.”

“What the hell is that?”

“Cinnamon warming liquid.” He slid his tongue inside her, moaning at the slippery entry. She was aroused and humped his mouth, thrusting her hips upward. “That’s a girl.”

“It burns.”

“But it’s a good burn, isn’t it?” She sucked in a breath through clenched teeth and let out a keening cry when he latched onto her clit with his teeth and worked the nub between them. When he added his tongue into the mix, she yelled and thrashed on the bed.

“I… I can’t t-take it. M-make it stop, p-please.”

“You can take it, baby, and when you come, the burn will ease.” He licked her clit again and sucked some of the cinnamon into his mouth. She tasted even sweeter. Addiction didn’t even come close to how he felt about sex with her. “You do want to come, don’t you?” She didn’t answer, just continued to writhe beneath his hands and lips and tongue. Her juices were flowing, slipping down between her ass cheeks. Perfect. “Liz?” he questioned, trying to gain her attention. “You do want to come again, don’t you?”

As he talked to her, licked at her, nibbled at her flavored flesh, he slid a finger down to her ass. She was deliciously slick and he was able to ease the digit inside her again without issue.

“Oooohhh.” He pressed up and she bore down until his finger was fully seated. She was shaking, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see at least one of her hands gripping at the bedding.

“Don’t fight it. Just breathe into it and let it come, let yourself come.” The trembling and tensing of her muscles eased and contracted. He held tight to her clit and sucked. She rode his mouth hard, her other hand landing on top of his head, fisting in his hair. She pulled and it hurt like hell, but he didn’t dare stop. Her gasps and mewling turned to sobs the more he teased her and finger-fucked her ass. He wanted her to come, but at the same time, he loved this part of it, this ability and freedom to drive to her insane with pleasure. And he knew it was pleasure. She was out of her mind with sensation.

“P-please, Johnny. Please.”

Johnny let up on her clit, blew cool air across the swollen button of nerves, then flicked it with the tip of his tongue. Over and over, until she pulled on his hair and ground herself against his mouth and nose. She came hard with a scream sure to make others on their floor wonder what in the hell was going on, but he couldn’t have hushed her if he’d wanted to.

Her ass clenched around his finger in a viselike grip, and truth be told, he couldn’t wait until it was his dick in her ass and she was throbbing around him.

After a few minutes, she let up on his hair and dropped her hand back to the bed. He inhaled deeply of her scent mixed with the cinnamon and lapped up the wetness still coating her entrance. “Damn,” she breathed.

Johnny lifted his head and eased his finger from inside her. “Yeah. Damn.” He gently lowered her legs to the bed and grabbed one of the condoms he’d tossed out of his bag. His jeans were unfastened quickly, the foil torn and the rubber rolled down his length. He covered her with his body and his cock was inside her, his mouth on hers, sharing her taste with her as he slowly made love to her.

It was tender, loving and incredible how connected he felt to her. There were no barriers between them, no walls, no secrets. At least figuratively. They were going to have to come to some understanding, some other option for safe sex. He needed to feel her around him. “Don’t leave me.”

He’d never heard sweeter words. “Never. I’ll…” Words escaped him and he was only able to feel. A few more thrusts and a quick, hard kiss to her lips and Johnny slid out of her warm, welcoming cunt. His cock in his hand, he tossed the condom off, knelt across Liz’s hips and jacked himself over her body. Looking down at her splayed below him, her body flushed from sex, her eyes soft and filled with desire, her nipples hard as her breasts swayed with his slow rocking movements, he couldn’t contain the need to come, to coat her in his semen, to mark her in some primal way. He squeezed his dick and stroked hard, fast. His balls hung tight and heavy between his legs. He wanted this woman in his daily life, there for him to see, to touch, to fuck whenever he needed. That thought, combined with his hand on his cock, drove him over the orgasmic cliff and his cum painted her chest and shoulders and throat.