my excuse off, placing his hand between my legs where he strokes me through my pants. I buck into his grip. “Magnum can wait,” he breathes. He pulls my shirt over my head, then unclasps my sports bra in the back, pulling the cups away until I’m bare before him. He stares at me in wonder, his finger still igniting the fire inside me as he passes it over my inseam. He leans over, sucking my nipple into his hot mouth. He sucks and tortures it with his tongue until breathy moans escape me.
Johnny bypasses my pants and panties, sneaking his hand inside to find me wet, easily pushing a finger between my folds.
My pussy involuntarily clenches around him, and he curses. With his free hand, he pulls my pants and panties down, then leans me back onto the couch cushion as he spreads my knees, opening me to him. He watches me as he pushes his finger inside again and again, and I drop my head back to the leather. “I’m going to taste you until you cream in my mouth.” He crooks his finger, and I buck off the leather, searching for him.
He tugs his finger out, then places my legs over his shoulders as he yanks me forward, right into his hot mouth. I cry out as he caresses his tongue over my sensitive nub, and I’m lost.
I run my hands through his hair, then grab the back of his head, holding him to me, keeping his mouth right where I want it. “You taste as sweet as sin.”
He presses against my nub, then groans until the vibrations set sparks afire inside me. “Johnny,” I breathe out, my moans mixing with his.
He gives me everything I need, licking, sucking, and moaning as if he’s eating his favorite meal. “These beautiful breasts. This perfect pussy.”
Pleasure rockets through my body at every caress of his expert tongue. I urge him on, my snippets of praise invoking his deft kisses. Johnny lifts his hand to tease my nipple, and I squirm. He pulls me closer to his face in a slow, methodical grind while his tongue never lets up. It’s as if he’s making me fuck his face with his slow, sensual rhythm. “God, you’re so good at this,” I pant because hot damn he deserves the praise.
A knock sounds on the door. I tense, but Johnny continues moving me forward in easy strokes with a solid hand to the small of my back until he turns his head briefly. “Give us ten!”
“Ten,” I choke out. “I’m—” He squeezes my nipple, and I explode. I let out a cry I haven’t heard before as he assaults me with his tongue, riding my orgasm out until the pleasure is just too much. He doesn’t let me pull away though. He keeps at it until I’m coming again. “Johnny!” Wave after wave crashes over me. I’m helpless in the undertow, a place I wouldn’t mind staying if people weren’t waiting on us. Eventually, the pleasure subsides, and I manage to pull back enough.
He lifts his heated gaze to me. His swollen, lush, liquid-dipped lips smile at me as he darts his tongue out and licks the coating right off him. He looks like a sex-crazed fiend with the way I’ve mussed his hair.
He shifts, dropping a kiss to my pubic bone before standing and dragging me to my feet with him. He pulls up my panties and athletic pants before I can protest. “Mag’s waiting,” he grins. He hands me my sports bra, and as soon as I have it clasped, he pulls the shirt I had on back over my head.
He doesn’t even wipe his face before he moves toward the door. I hurriedly pull my hair up into a ponytail again, sure that the hair I’d had looked like we’d just went at it. I mean, I certainly took the ride of my life.
Johnny invites Mag into the apartment while I’m still buzzing from the high. My breath still hasn’t returned to normal, so I turn to grab my small bag that has a change of clothes, water, and protein bars in it. I don’t look at anyone before I try to escape, but before I can slip past him, Johnny pulls me into a hug from behind, plastering my body against his hard-on. He presses it into me with Mag watching. “Think about that while you’re training, babe.”
He’s probably ruined me for the rest of the day. I won’t