schedules, she should have been getting her ass into the office. A few of her projects were behind schedule, but she'd catch up. A bigger concern was her growing attraction to Johnny. He made her hot just looking at him. Those lips, smiling at her from across the room, created a fluttering in her stomach.
Would she have slept with Johnny had she known how it would change the way she saw him? Probably, no, maybe, she grinned, hell, yes. The unreasonable expectation of thinking they could screw and not touch, kiss, or caress was grossly overestimated. When the connection became too intense, she'd just gently remind him that although they'd broken the rules, they still needed to keep perspective.
He bent his knees, held the microphone, and strained his neck, reaching for chords out of his range. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, feel his hard muscles beneath her fingertips...she just wanted him and she didn't want to wait until tonight. She never used to be indecisive either. Once she decided to have sex with a man, she did. When it was over, she didn't look back. With Johnny she was afraid to look to the future. Right now, she couldn't get enough of the present, and terror struck her heart over the thought of losing what she'd had with him in the past.
Even though he sang the song to Casey, she felt the words in her heart. Anticipation had butterflies fluttering in her stomach. For now, she could have as much of him as she wanted. Like a decadent dessert, she couldn't get enough. Soon it would be gone, and she didn't want to regret not taking— Johnny.
Glancing around, she noted the people around her. She didn't want to attract unwanted attention. What she had planned was for only Johnny's eyes. Time to put his endurance level to a test. Her gaze locked on his. Flicking her tongue against the tip of her finger, she emulated lapping at the slit of his cock head. Then she slipped her middle finger into her mouth and sucked, making her cheeks concave. His dark eyes narrowed, focused. Her body hummed with the possibilities. She licked her lips, her teeth, and then sucked her finger into her mouth again.
Johnny stopped singing in the middle of the chorus. The crowd laughed, assuming he'd lost his place on the large television displaying the lyrics. She smiled while slowly pulling her finger from her mouth.
Johnny handed the microphone to Casey. She couldn't hear what he said but watched his lips move. Turning, she headed toward the exit.
“I need some fresh air,” she said to the bouncer. He stamped her hand for reentry.
Krissy felt Johnny like prey feels a hunter. Her heart beat in her chest, echoing into her ears. Her blood flowed hot, fired by the thought of Johnny and his incredible touch against her skin. She craved his mouth. Her nipples strained against the lace of her bra. Hadn't she wanted him, expected him, to find a way to get his hands on her? She'd dressed to play. Her loose and flowing skirt hadn't hampered his wandering hands. Nipple points puckered beneath her thin shirt. The bra clasped in the front, and the thong panties covering her pussy were so small, they slid against her folds, wet and sticky with her cream.
“Krissy.”
She turned at the sound of his voice behind her. Her heart rate took another jolt. He took purposeful strides toward her, eating up the pavement to reach her.
The summer wind at her back blew her hair into her face. Tunneling her fingers into her bangs, she held them away from her face. Lust sparkled in his eyes. There was also a seriousness in his expression she didn't recognize. Maybe she'd pushed too far with her little act of seduction.
She started to explain when finally he stood before her. He didn't give her a chance. He grabbed two fistfuls of hair, yanked her head back, and smothered her words with his mouth. She moaned and leaned into him. The hard length of his cock dug into her tummy.
“Let's get out of here,” he said, nipping his way to her ear.
She
Would she have slept with Johnny had she known how it would change the way she saw him? Probably, no, maybe, she grinned, hell, yes. The unreasonable expectation of thinking they could screw and not touch, kiss, or caress was grossly overestimated. When the connection became too intense, she'd just gently remind him that although they'd broken the rules, they still needed to keep perspective.
He bent his knees, held the microphone, and strained his neck, reaching for chords out of his range. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, feel his hard muscles beneath her fingertips...she just wanted him and she didn't want to wait until tonight. She never used to be indecisive either. Once she decided to have sex with a man, she did. When it was over, she didn't look back. With Johnny she was afraid to look to the future. Right now, she couldn't get enough of the present, and terror struck her heart over the thought of losing what she'd had with him in the past.
Even though he sang the song to Casey, she felt the words in her heart. Anticipation had butterflies fluttering in her stomach. For now, she could have as much of him as she wanted. Like a decadent dessert, she couldn't get enough. Soon it would be gone, and she didn't want to regret not taking— Johnny.
Glancing around, she noted the people around her. She didn't want to attract unwanted attention. What she had planned was for only Johnny's eyes. Time to put his endurance level to a test. Her gaze locked on his. Flicking her tongue against the tip of her finger, she emulated lapping at the slit of his cock head. Then she slipped her middle finger into her mouth and sucked, making her cheeks concave. His dark eyes narrowed, focused. Her body hummed with the possibilities. She licked her lips, her teeth, and then sucked her finger into her mouth again.
Johnny stopped singing in the middle of the chorus. The crowd laughed, assuming he'd lost his place on the large television displaying the lyrics. She smiled while slowly pulling her finger from her mouth.
Johnny handed the microphone to Casey. She couldn't hear what he said but watched his lips move. Turning, she headed toward the exit.
“I need some fresh air,” she said to the bouncer. He stamped her hand for reentry.
Krissy felt Johnny like prey feels a hunter. Her heart beat in her chest, echoing into her ears. Her blood flowed hot, fired by the thought of Johnny and his incredible touch against her skin. She craved his mouth. Her nipples strained against the lace of her bra. Hadn't she wanted him, expected him, to find a way to get his hands on her? She'd dressed to play. Her loose and flowing skirt hadn't hampered his wandering hands. Nipple points puckered beneath her thin shirt. The bra clasped in the front, and the thong panties covering her pussy were so small, they slid against her folds, wet and sticky with her cream.
“Krissy.”
She turned at the sound of his voice behind her. Her heart rate took another jolt. He took purposeful strides toward her, eating up the pavement to reach her.
The summer wind at her back blew her hair into her face. Tunneling her fingers into her bangs, she held them away from her face. Lust sparkled in his eyes. There was also a seriousness in his expression she didn't recognize. Maybe she'd pushed too far with her little act of seduction.
She started to explain when finally he stood before her. He didn't give her a chance. He grabbed two fistfuls of hair, yanked her head back, and smothered her words with his mouth. She moaned and leaned into him. The hard length of his cock dug into her tummy.
“Let's get out of here,” he said, nipping his way to her ear.
She
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