Chapter 5
***** Johanna *****
Iwoke up sore, but so wonderfully pleased. No man had done to me what he did to me, and I was totally and utterly here for it.
In fact, I wanted more of that, and that was dangerous ground.
I glanced at him, quickly reaching over to grab a shirt and slipped it on before making my way to his kitchen.
I needed to think and process through everything that happened last night, and I needed food to help me with that.
If it woke him, good. No doubt after his hard work last night, he would need food for his strength. Hell, how did anyone learn to do that?
I’ve slept with a couple of men, but no one in their right mind did what he did. And I feared no one would ever again.
Did I like him?
I did.
Chance was smart, funny, strong, dependable, even being closed off. But sure, the grump was there, but I didn’t see it. I saw a man who had been hurting and needed the right person to release it.
I’m glad that was me, but that also scared me.
Because if anything happened, would I just be seen as a clutch?
“Get out of your head, Johanna,” I muttered, cutting up some ham and cheese, then breaking some eggs.
I went about the mindless work of making some potatoes and omelets, grinning as Chance slipped behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist.
“This smells amazing.”
“The food, or me, since I’m covered in your scent?”
His nose swiped across my neck, causing me to giggle, and he nipped at it.
“That’s a great scent too. Something I wouldn’t mind waking up to.”
I paused in my flipping of the potatoes and glanced at him.
Was he being serious? Or was it just that post after sex thinking? Or pre sex, given that something was currently poking in my ass.
“Oh really?” I countered, turning my attention back to the food.
He nodded, his lips now trailing over my neck, and I groaned, tilting my head to give him better access. He’s right, I could totally wake up to this as well.
“Mmhmm, it's quite nice.”
I wouldn't argue with that because this was.
I flipped the stove off, knowing that I was clearly going to be distracted and didn't need to burn the food.
I turned around in his embrace, claiming his lips as I did. He was starting something, and I was going to finish it.
After that insane first time, he woke me up in the middle of the night for another round, and when I wanted to tease or taste him, he wouldn't let me. So, I was going to do it now.
I trailed my hands over his chest, then down to his waist. Without giving him a warning, I pushed his sweats down and fell to my knees, holding his length in my hand.
“Wait, Johanna, you don't have to.”
“I know, Trouble, but let me enjoy it.”
I flicked my tongue out, swirling it around his tip, then just sucked on his head. I looked up at him as his head fell back, and his hands entangled in my hair.
“Should be your call sign,” he groaned, and I grinned.
“Just enjoy.”
“With pleasure,” he replied, closing his eyes.
“No, watch me. Watch how I devour this cock, watch how it hits the back of my throat, watch how I please you.”
I nipped at the head of his dick, grinning as his head snapped up, and his eyes focused on me.
“Good boy.” The praise had him leaking and I licked him up, then took him all, grinning as he hit the back of my throat, just like I said.
“Fucking shit,” he groaned. He licked his lips as I bobbed my head. “That feels ..so damn good.”
“Mmhmm,” I hummed against him, causing his dick to jerk on my mouth. The evil glint in my eyes told him that I knew just what that did to him.
I trailed my nails over his thighs, feeling the goosebumps under my fingers, and moved them up to cup his balls. I squeezed just as I hummed again, causing him to jerk once more.
I pulled him out, gently scraping my teeth against him as I did. He swore loudly, and I couldn't stop the giggle.
“Something wrong?” I asked, coyly, knowing all too well he was becoming undone.
“You are going to be the death of me.”
“Never, this is too much fun,” I teased, taking just the head of his dick again in my mouth. “You taste so good, mountain man.”
“Natural, huh?”
“And sweet.”
I took him in my mouth again, wanting to push him even more. Getting the tease of him wasn't enough. He was sweet, different, and if this is what he tasted like when he came, I was going to have no problem sucking him off all the time. In fact, that's what I wanted more than breakfast.
“Baby.”
“More?” I asked, pulling him out with a pop, his knees shaking.
“God, yes please.”
“Sure thing.”
I swallowed him again, this time hollowing out my cheeks to suck him harder, deeper. I held his thighs as he started pumping, pushing his thick cock even further down my throat, and I was loving every part of it.
“Baby, I'm going to come.”
Seeing him shaking with unreleased pleasure had slickness dripping down my thighs and I had to rub them together, which he seemed to notice.
“How turned on are you?”
I wiped a finger through my wetness, showing it to him, and he roared as he came, filling my mouth with all of his seed.
I swallowed it, then opened my mouth, showing him it was empty.
“Fucking hell, that's so hot.” He quickly grabbed my arms and hauled me up, kissing me deeply, easily tasting himself. He sat me on the counter, breaking the kiss, his eyes blazing.
“No one has done that, baby. But you got your snack, time for mine.”
***** Chance *****
What the hell just happened? No chick had ever done to me what she did. No one had blown my mind so completely while giving me a blow job.
And if I was the type of man to just let my pleasure override everything, I would have given into the feeling of jello knees and collapsed on the floor.
But that wasn’t my style.
Not to mention, the taste I got last night was not enough. I wanted to taste all of her. I wanted to feel her coat my face. I wanted to feel those nails scraping my scalp, holding my head in place while she rode my tongue.
I wanted it all. And scarily enough, I wanted it with her.
I would have to talk to her, to see where her mind was at, what could be done, because I wasn’t done with her, not by a long shot, but I wasn’t sure what she wanted.
And where in all of this my mind switched, I couldn’t tell you.
Maybe it was waking up to the smell of someone else cooking.
Maybe it was holding someone through the night.
Maybe it was someone who understood my problems far better than anyone else because her hurt mirrored my own.
Whatever the case was, Johanna Ridge did something to my mind and soul; she twisted it up in such a way that I couldn’t think of life without her, and that was so unusual for me, especially over the course of the last year and a half, when all I wanted was to be alone.
“Chance,” she started, but I pressed my finger against her lips.
“You did enough talking, bossy lady. My turn to enjoy. Now, hush those pretty lips.”
Her eyes opened wide, causing me to smirk before I leaned in to kiss her, working on the buttons of the shirt she was wearing. I pushed it off of her, breaking the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, over her shoulder, and down to her nipple, sucking it hard in my mouth.
She gasped as she arched, her hand wrapping around the back of my head.
I moved my lips to the other one, letting my fingers play with the other, loving her cries once more.
“Fill my house,” I told her, moving down to kiss over her stomach. I carefully knelled down, pulling her to the edge of the counter, then spread her wide. “And lay back.”
“Chance,” she started again, but I nipped at her lips, making her hips jerk.
“Don’t stop me. And obey. If you want to watch, you can. In fact, that could be hotter.”
I felt her eyes on me, and I looked up, giving her a wink before I dove my tongue into her, licking her from top to bottom, then back again.
Holy shit, she tasted divine.
Yeah, I could stay buried here and wouldn’t have a problem.
“Fuck, baby, don’t ask me to leave, I’m not going to want to.”
I swirled my tongue around her clit, drawing it in my mouth, and sucking on it hard while my finger pushed into her.
“Shit!” she cried, tossing her head back, her fingers in my hair, holding me right where she wanted me. And I didn’t even flinch. Granted, she didn’t have to hold me, her taste and smell alone would keep me right here. But I loved how she felt she had some type of control right now.
I added another finger, curling it upward to find her hidden spot, almost smirking and she shuddered by the sensation alone. I pressed my fingers there while I sucked, seeing the sheen of sweat appear upon her skin.
She was trying to hold back, trying not to come.
And that just wouldn’t do.
I nipped at her clit, causing her eyes to open wide. Her chest heaved as she panted, and hell, it was all a beautiful sight.
“Why are you fighting your release?”
“I…can feel…it’s going to…be a lot.”
“So?” I slowed my fingers, glancing down as I eased them in and out, her juices making them glisten.
I stuck them in my mouth, cleaning them before pushing them back in, making her groan.
“Baby, I fucking want you to soak my face. Give me every last little bit of it. Don’t hold back on me. Not now.”
With that, I dove my tongue back in, pushing it along with my fingers, then moved it back up to her clit. I flicked my tongue fast against it, her hips bucking against me. Finally, her fingers tightened in my hair, and she came, loudly.
Screaming at the top of her lungs.
Coating my face as wave after wave of pleasure shot out.
And I loved every part of it.
I cleaned her with my tongue, enjoying every moment before slowly standing.
In the moment, the idea was great, but I knew my knees would be bothering me later on.
She eyed me as I licked what I could off my lips and then winked at her. Getting a towel, I cleaned my mouth and then wiped her gently.
“I’m….lost.”
“Lost?”
“No one has…done…that,” she said, waving her head to her pussy and I arched a brow.
“No one ate you out before?”
“Hell no.”
“Are you fucking kidding me, baby?” I slipped the shirt back on her, kissing the valley of her breasts before buttoning it. “You have been missing out.”
“I think…everyone would have sucked.” She sat up, pulling me close and kissing me deeply. “Thank you for an unforgettable experience.”
“Plenty more of where that came from.” I teasingly slapped her thigh, kissing her again. “Now, get off my counter so we can eat. That was a great snack, but whatever you made smells too good to waste.”
She hopped off the counter, a goofy grin on her face, one that no doubt matched my own.
I was so screwed.