Johnny (Connelly Cousins #2) (6 page)

“What do you say, Stacey? Will you give me a chance to prove myself?”

Would she? God knew, she wanted to. Everything about this man screamed epic, hot, sweaty,
satisfying
sex. Her toys were top-quality, but nothing compared to the feel of a man inside her, or the weight of his body pressing down on hers.

She wrote about this kind of thing all the time. Spent untold hours creating and living intimate encounters in her mind.  Now she had a chance to make them real again. Would she give that up, knowing that it might be another five years or more before another opportunity like this presented itself?

“Maybe,” she said coyly, making up her mind.

“Maybe?” A dark golden brow arched.

“Maybe. Let’s start by seeing what we have to work with,” she smirked. “How about dropping those boxer briefs?”

* * *

H
is dick was so fucking hard.

He loved that combination of uncertainty and sass, looking like she was ready to bolt one minute then issuing a challenge the next. If she thought he’d balk, she had another thing coming.

Reaching below the water, he lifted his hips and peeled off the Hanes. Finally freed, his cock shot upward, reaching for the skylights. The water currents swirled around it. It was erotic as fuck, especially with her watching him intently like that.

“Your turn.”

She grinned wickedly when he brought the black briefs above the surface, hooked on one finger.

“I supposed that’s fair.” She pulled the towel away from her body and sat up just enough to expose the top swell of her creamy breasts. He’d been right. They would fill his large palms.

“Now what?” she teased.

Now I pull you onto my lap and fuck you until you scream my name.
That’s what he wanted to say, but he didn’t. Some women totally got off on the whole alpha caveman thing, but something told him this woman was different. She was going to make him work for it, and wasn’t that fucking hot?

He appeared to consider her question, but he already knew what he wanted. “How about you move closer and we get to know each other better?”

“All right.” She moved one contoured seat closer, leaving two empty seats between them and gave him a challenging look. He could just make out the blurry outline of her curves beneath the water.

“Closer,” he coaxed.

She bit her lip and shook her head, daring him through half-shuttered lids.

Johnny slid one seat toward her. Now only one seat separated them, and the dark tips of her full, bobbing breasts became visible. His mouth watered for a taste.

“What do you want to know?”

Everything. Nothing. What you sound like when you come.
He could ask all the standard ice-breaker questions, but the truth was, he didn’t really care. They were sitting naked in a hot tub, and his dick was less than three feet from where it wanted to be. Idle chit-chat wasn’t going to cut it.

He grinned. “Favorite sex position.”

Her lips quirked.  “As if there could only be one.”

Lord, have mercy
. “Where do you stand on oral sex?”

“Giving or receiving?”

“Receiving.”

She sat back and crossed her arms over those lovely breasts, appearing to think about it. “I suppose it’s fine as a warm-up, but not the main event.”

Clearly, she had not been properly cared for. He made a mental note to remedy that.

“Are you as aroused as I am right now?”

“I don’t know. How aroused are you?”

Johnny reached out and curled his fingers around her wrist. “Why don’t you come over her and find out?” He tugged slightly, gauging her readiness. If she showed any sign of resistance, he’d back off.

She came willingly. He caught her with his other arm and pulled her until she straddled his lap.

* * *

S
tacey fought a moment of panic when she suddenly found herself straddling his lap, but he wasn’t about to let her fall. His big hands moved to grip her right above her hip bones to steady her and bring her even closer. He looked down at her breasts appreciatively. The light in his eyes thrilled her, filled her with a sense of power. Beneath his intense gaze, her nipples hardened and inside, her core clenched.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

She snaked her arms around his neck. The rough abrasion of masculine hair on the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs sent a shiver of desire down her spine.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He grinned wolfishly, then lowered his head and covered her lips with his own. It was no tentative, gentle first kiss, but a hot, hungry kiss that let her know exactly what he wanted.

Her
. Here. Now. She was totally onboard with that.

Stacey leaned forward, returning the kiss with equal fervor. Rubbed her swollen, aching breasts against that rock-hard chest. It felt wonderful; bolts of sensation took the express route right down between her legs.

“So eager,” he breathed against her mouth.

Eager? She’d show him eager. Stacey dug the nails of her left hand into his shoulder, and wrapped her right hand around the big, stiff member between them. He hissed. “Take it easy, baby.”

“I don’t want easy. I want you. Now.”

He groaned, leaving her lips to plant kisses down her neck before taking one hard nipple in his mouth. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. If you’re good, we can go slower next time.”

He growled and gripped her ass, then stood up abruptly and carried her out of the room as if she weighed nothing. With each step, his cock slid right along her happy place. If he walked much farther, she’d probably come from that alone.

For a second she was weightless, then she felt the soft bed beneath her. Johnny came over her body, forcing her backward. He was so big, so
alpha
in that moment, she obeyed his silent command without question.

“
If
I’m good?” he snarled, nipping her bottom lip. “Baby, I’m going to rock your fucking world.”

If she wasn’t a hair’s breadth away from rapture before, she was now. Everything about him – his powerful, strong body, his desire-roughened voice, his freaking
scent
– was hitting every button she had. Fire raced through her veins; between her legs, her sex throbbed in need. If he didn’t do something soon, she was going to burst into flames and burn them both.

He sealed his promise with another bruising kiss, then began to work his way down her body. Stacey couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on. His rough hands and his deep growls were all the foreplay she needed. She gripped his hair with both hands and pulled.

“What part of
now
did you not understand?”

He rumbled something unintelligible (she was able to make out the words “fuck” and “see God”), then sealed his mouth around her breast and sucked hard. When her back arched, he bit down – just enough to sting but not hurt. He released her nipple with a pop, then licked and blew on it. The result was a solid lightning bolt of sensation right down between her legs, followed by a full body shiver.

He didn’t seem to care how much she needed to feel him inside her at that moment. It had been far too long since the last time she’d had sex, and she didn’t want to wait a second longer. He took his agonizingly slow time, selfishly continuing to kiss and suck and lick her breasts, which was admittedly awesome, but not
enough
.

She yanked again on his hair, earning herself another nip. The good news was, he used those talented hands to make her not mind waiting quite so much. One of them slipped up between her thighs. The calluses scraped over her sensitive skin, leaving tingles in their wake.

Relinquishing the death grip on his hair, she reached down between them and boldly guided his hand to her apex. He laughed, but obliged.

“You’re so wet,” he said, sliding the pads of his fingertips along her slick folds.

“Duh,” she managed.

He laughed again, sending puffs of hot air over her aching flesh. She was just about to demand he
do
something when he slid one of his big, beefy fingers inside, right where she needed him to be.

Oh, thank God.

His thumb made maddening little circles around her clit while his finger eased in and out, unerringly hitting the best spots. She bucked her hips and rode his hand shamelessly, chasing a quick release that remained just out of reach.

“That’s it, baby,” he commanded, his voice now even deeper and huskier than before. “Come all over my fingers.”

She did.

“Jesus, baby,” he whispered as she clenched around him. “I can’t fucking wait to get my dick inside you.”

“Then what the hell are you waiting for?” she panted. He carried her over the crest, but before she’d had a chance to come down he was nudging her legs open with his knees and sheathing himself. The hungry look in his eyes was almost as satisfying as her climax.

Stacey grasped his cock and guided him to her opening. He pressed forward, but to his credit, he did take his time. It was a good thing, too. His cock was
much
bigger than his finger. Thank God he’d ignored her desperate pleas and had taken the time to prime her a little.

The penetration was gloriously, frustratingly slow. Sweat beaded along his upper lip; the muscles bunched in his back. He had remarkable self-control. Inch by incredible inch he continued to fill her until she was certain she couldn’t accommodate any more.

“You okay?” he asked through clenched teeth. Seated fully, the heavy weight of his balls rested against her. She’d never felt so completely filled before.

“Awesome,” she breathed. “Don’t hold back.”

She punctuated that statement by digging her nails into his ass and clenching her sheath around him to the extent she could. He must have liked that, because he gave a grunt of approval and started moving, slowly at first, then picking up the speed and force of his thrusts when she continued to encourage him. She might have even yelled a few commands of her own, like “harder”, “faster”, and the occasional, “fuck, yes, just like that.”

“You are so fucking tight,” he ground out, pounding into her with brutal, deliberate thrusts.

“Because you are so fucking huge,” she tried to tell him, but she was already cresting again and could do little more than suck air.

She’d heard about the phenomena before, even written about it herself, but this was the first time her vision had been reduced to a burst of bright, white light. Her entire body seized and clenched around him, this gorgeous, beautiful man who had given her this bliss. Her thighs squeezed hard around his hips; her arms reached as far as they could around his broad back, her nails raking into his skin. Off in the distance, someone screamed. It sounded an awful lot like her.

Above her, Johnny rammed deep and stiffened. Within seconds, she felt the rhythmic throb of his orgasm against her over-sensitized nerve endings.

“God
damn
, baby,” he panted, collapsing beside her.

She couldn’t have said it better herself.

H
e lounged beside her, propped up on one elbow, running his hands lazily over her skin. He had so many questions, but dared not ask for fear of breaking the spell they had woven around themselves.

She was so beautiful in the moonlight. A goddess. From this angle, her eyes appeared to be made of quicksilver, the moon reflecting in the gray depths he’d stared into earlier. It didn’t matter. It was that awed gleam of satisfaction that did it for him, because he was the one who put it there.

And the way she was looking at him?  Jesus, it was like he was the sun, the moon, and the stars all wrapped in one. He’d pleasured his share of women, but none had ever looked at him like
that
.

She smiled, and his heart dropped to his groin, which is where he suddenly felt her hand. Sucking in a breath, he tried to keep himself under control as she ran her fingers up and down his shaft, dipping down to lightly scrape her nails against his sack. Her grin widened and her eyes sparkled as she mapped him out with her hands.

Such a gentle touch, exploring, curious. Where was the hellcat he’d fucked into submission shortly before?

She wrapped her hand around him in a firm grip and squeezed, sending colored stars shooting across his vision. She stroked once, a hard, bold pull that had him sucking air. Then she did it again, her sexy mouth curling up at the ends into a wicked, wicked smile.

Ah
. There she was.

Quietly and insistently, she pushed against his shoulder. He liked the view where he was, but he finally gave in, pulling her with him. With those gorgeous breasts skimming his chest, she placed delicate kisses on his brow, his nose, his lips –
damn, did she know how to kiss
– before taking her tongue beneath his jaw. She scraped his neck with her teeth, not enough to hurt, but enough to let him know she meant business.

And then she kept going, working her way over his collarbone, pressing moist, hot kisses down over his pecs. A lick here, a scrape there. Each one sent a fresh sensation straight down between his legs.

Her gorgeous hair trailed over his skin, an erotic tickle as she worked her way steadily downward, breathing a few appreciative murmurs when she hit his abs. His cock, which should have been taking a well-deserved rest, reached upward in greeting.

“Well, hello there,” she said huskily. She licked her lips and smiled.

She wasn’t going to...

Oh, hell yes, she was. Her hand boldly wrapped around him a second before her mouth. Johnny hissed and fisted handfuls of her hair as she ravaged him.

He was totally okay with that.

When he roared out his release a short while later, he didn’t fail to notice her smug, triumphant grin. He pulled her up his body and tucked her securely against him. She wasn’t going anywhere. After they both had a chance to rest, it would be his turn to make her scream again...

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J
ohnny awoke the next morning feeling warm, happy, and oddly content. His arms were full of soft, fragrant woman. Draped across half of his body, she blew moist hot breath across his collarbone in even, rhythmic bursts.