Chapter 11
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JOHNNY “HAWK” MANN
“Why do they call you Hawk?” Jo whispers.
It’s been thirty minutes since I pulled her onto the bed with me and every second has been pure fucking torture. Her body is a fucking masterpiece and it’s taking every ounce of control to keep my hand flat against her stomach when all I want to do is trail my fingers south. Hell, I’m not picky, I’d settle for them taking a trip north too. It’s not like those perky tits of hers haven’t been taunting me since this morning.
“Did I lose you?” she murmurs softly.
When I don’t answer right away, she covers my hand with hers, and her shoulders go lax. While I’ve been struggling to keep my body in check, she’s been waging a war of her own, doing everything in her power not to move.
It’s like we both know one wayward touch and we’re both gone.
I consider the idea of letting her think I’m sleeping for about ten seconds, then I decide that’s the coward’s way, and I’ve played that role enough where Jo is concerned.
Spreading my fingers wide over her stomach, I lace them with hers. She doesn’t respond at first, then I close my fingers around hers, and draw her even closer. My cock presses against her ass, and a soft gasp escapes her lips.
I ignore the sweet sound and answer her question.
“In politics when you refer to someone as a hawk, you’re insinuating they believe in using force and violence to achieve something.”
She turns her head a fraction, giving me a view of her profile in the dark.
“And here I thought you had a pet bird hiding out somewhere.”
My lips quirk. “No.”
“You don’t strike me as the political type.”
My fingers flex around hers, moving an inch up her stomach.
“Don’t got to wear a suit on Capitol Hill to be a vulture, baby.” I nuzzle closer, burying the tip of my nose in the side of her neck. “Find it intriguing you got stuck on the political part of that revelation and not the violence part, though.”
That would be a full stop for most women. A shot in the dark that sent them running for hills.
But Jo just shrugs in my arms. “I’m not na?ve, Johnny. You went to war. There’s a part of you, a great part probably, that’s gotta thrive on violence. But unless you tell me you get your rocks off on hurting innocent people, then I’m gonna trust any force you’ve used has been warranted.”
“Just like that.”
“Might have lost touch since you’ve been stateside, but you’re not the guy that goes kicking old ladies in the street for their pocketbooks.” She goes silent for a moment. “You’re more of a vigilante bad boy.”
“That so?”
“I think so.”
Our joined hands inch higher, and she squirms in my arms.
“You got a thing for a bad boys, Jo?”
“Can’t have a thing for something you never had.”
“Sure you can,” I growl. “I never had you, and I’ve got a thing for you.”
She laughs. It’s more of a breathy sound, and it shoots straight to my cock. If I make it through the night without humping her like a fourteen-year-old school boy it will be a goddamn miracle.
“I thought I told you to quit it with the corny lines,” she scolds in that raspy voice of hers.
“Just speakin’ the truth, Jo. You do it for me, darlin’.” I lick my lips and press a kiss to the side of her neck. “Now, I’m gonna need you to quit yapping. A man can only take so much, and my cock doesn’t seem to give a fuck that you don’t belong to him. The sooner we fall asleep, the quicker the mornin’ will come, and we can go back to pretending your pussy isn’t wet for me right now. You can be the grieving sister, and I the loyal friend.”
She goes completely still in my arms. The faint sounds of the music coming from down the hall mixes with our ragged breaths, and for a second I wonder if I went too far. Thing is—even if I did—I don’t got a lick of regret. I’m fucking struggling here.
Ever so subtly she glides our joined hands under her t-shirt, pausing just before my calloused fingertips can touch her luscious tits.
I bite the inside of my cheek. The girl is playing with fire.
Pure fucking fire.
“Careful,” I warn.
Instead of yielding, she reaches for my other hand, bringing it around her body and slides it up her shirt.
Higher and higher.
Until my hand covers her tit and her pebbled nipple grazes the center of my palm.
I close my eyes just as she squeezes my hand. My fingers press into her silky skin, and I swallow a groan. I knew her tits would feel magnificent in my hands. More than a handful, and perky as all hell.
My thumb flicks over her nipple, and she glides my free hand to her other breast. A little gasp works its way past her lips as she arches her back.
“Jo,” I growl against her ear. “Baby, you got no idea what you’re asking for.”
Her nipples harden even more under my touch, and that’s all the incentive I need to squeeze her tits, kneading them mercilessly until her hips are bucking and she’s panting.
“No talking. Just…keep touching me,” she pleads hoarsely.
I let those words register, then I pull my hands away from her breasts. If the girl wants me to touch her, then I’m gonna fucking touch her. Won’t quit until I’ve left my mark on every inch of her perfect body.
Untucking her legs from between mine, I roll her onto her back.
“Open your legs. Make room for me,” I order, watching carefully as she licks her lips. “Now, Jo.” She pulls her lower lip between her teeth, but quickly catches her mistake and releases it. I draw up on my knees and slide my hands up her calves. “Spread for me, baby,” I coax.
Pulling in a deep breath, she plants her feet flat on the mattress and spreads her legs.
“Wider.” She obliges. “That’s a good girl.”
My hands find their way to her knees as I kneel between her legs, my gaze immediately zeroing in on the scrap of fabric that covers her pussy and the wet spot that stains the cotton. I dip my hand between her thighs, letting the tips of my fingers glide over that spot and feral growl erupts from the back of my throat.
My hooded gaze meets hers, desire running rampant in those big brown eyes.
“Gonna make a mess of my sheets, aren’t you? Leave your come all over them so I can’t escape the memory of you.”
If there is anything I’m certain of it’s that. She’s lived rent free in my head for much less and whatever happens between us tonight will haunt me for the rest of my days. Her touch, the feel of her wrapped around me, the sounds she makes when she falls apart on my cock, fingers, and tongue—it will become part of my marrow.
“If you keep talking like that, yes,” she pants, her hips lifting slightly.
My cock twitches in response. My fingers glide over that spot once more before I reach for the hem of her t-shirt that rides up her stomach.
“Take this off. Let me see those pretty tits of yours.”
She lifts her back from the bed and pulls the shirt over her head in one quick swoop, her tits bouncing as she settles back on the mattress. Fuck, they’re magnificent.
Perfectly round with pert rosy nipples, just begging to be sucked. I reach up, my hands closing around each globe as my thumbs brush over the pert peaks. I press them together, growling as I imagine what my cock would look like gliding between them.
“Wanna fuck your tits, Jo. It ain’t high on the list. Your pussy and that pretty little mouth of yours takes priority, but I definitely plan on fucking these too.”
“Got big plans, do you?”
My eyes meet hers. “Been thinking about what I’d do to you if I ever got you in my bed for a long fucking time, darlin. I can keep you in bed for a week. Fuck you day and night, mark every inch of your body, wear your come like badge of honor, and it wouldn’t scratch a fucking dent.”
She whimpers as I flick her nipple, lowering my head to pull the tiny bud between my teeth. Her fingers immediately comb through my hair, holding my head in place as I nibble, suck, and lick at her nipple.
“I thought you were tired,” she breathes.
I release the bud and bite the side of her breast. “Turns out having a pretty little thing in my bed, making a mess of my sheets, is the cure to exhaustion.”
I lift my head, my eyes locking with hers as my mouth hovers over her other nipple.
“More,” she demands.
“Greedy little thing.”
She arches a brow, her fingers curling around the shirt ends of my hair. “You complaining?”
“Nope,” I say before closing my mouth around her nipple, pulling it deep. I continue to feast on her tits until she’s rocking her hips and pulling my hair. Then I pull back and loop my fingers through the waistband of her ruined panties.
Inching back, I drag them down her legs, but I only mange to remove them from one ankle because my eyes lock on her pussy—pink, swollen, and dripping fucking wet—and I lose all train of thought.
Bracing my hands on her knees, I shove her legs wide open and dive right in, my tongue licking right through her slit, flicking at her clit. Her hips fly off the mattress, and her hands cradle the back of my head as her legs close around my head.
“Johnny,” she pants. “I…it’s…too much. I’m not…I haven’t…”
Her words die on her tongue as I lift my eyes to meet her gaze. I push her legs open, and shove a finger inside her pussy, watching as she struggles to keep her eyes open at the sensation of the intrusion to her body.
“What is it, Jo?”
She licks her lips as I add another finger. As wet as she is, she’s still so fucking tight. The girl is going to wreck my cock. Suffocate it, and milk it for everything it’s got.
“Asked you a question,” I bite out.
Her cheeks flame, and she pulls that damn lip between her teeth as she turns her head, tearing her gaze away from mine.
“Eyes on me when my fingers are fucking you,” I hiss.
Reluctantly she gives me those doe eyes of her and releases her lip. Her tongue snakes out, gliding over it, and I start to pump my fingers in and out of her rhythmically.
“It’s been a while since…well, I haven’t had sex in months. I’m hypersensitive. I don’t want it to be over before it even starts. If tonight is all we have, I want to make sure I get the full Johnny Mann experience.”
There’s something about those words that irk the fuck out of me. One night with her will never be enough, but I don’t know that we’re meant for more. I don’t let that knowledge hinder my efforts though. If one night is all we have, then she doesn’t have to worry about whether or not she’s getting all of me. I’ll give her the very fucking best of me.
“You just come when you gotta come, and I’ll keep wringing more out of you. Won’t stop until your greedy pussy can’t take anymore.”
She blows out a ragged breath, her fingers curling around the ends of my hair.
“Promise?”
“On my life. Now play with your tits while I take turns between finger fucking and eating your cunt. Gotta get it nice and ready for when you take my cock.”
She lets out a soft mewl, and I spread her pussy open with my fingers before lowering my mouth to suck on her clit. It doesn’t take long for the first orgasm to hit her, and when it does, she cries out my name.
The sound is music to my fucking ears, and only hypes me up even more. I lick every drop of her come like a starved animal and shove my fingers back into her tight little cunt, feeling her stretch around them. The second orgasm comes just as quickly, and this time the sound of her crying my name causes my dick to weep. Desperate for a little relief, I rock my hips into the mattress as I continue to pump my fingers in and out. The sounds her wet cunt makes drives me mad, and as she comes down from another orgasm, I finally pull my fingers out of her hot little body. My tongue takes one last swipe, lapping up every drop I can.
I push up off the bed and make quick work of removing my briefs. My cock springs free, angry, hard, and dripping with precome. With my fingers wet with her arousal, I fist my cock, swiping at the come that pearls at the tip.
Jo’s eyes meet mine for a second before they lower and widen as she takes in my cock for the first time. Then that shock wears, and lust fills her features.
Such a greedy little thing.
“Come here,” she pants, rising up on her elbows. Her tits bounce with the movement, forcing my gaze to drop to them, and I notice the angry red marks my teeth left behind. I should feel some kind of remorse for marking her like that, but th only thing I feel is possession.
Mine.
“Johnny,” she pants, pulling my attention back to her.
The look she gives me—words don’t quite do it justice. Nothing in the English dictionary could quite suffice. But it has me gripping my cock harder. It hits me like a boulder, then—the girl who sent me all those letters, the one I fucking dreamed of, is naked in my bed, flush from three orgasms, begging for my cock.
She’s a dream come true.
And it’s only because of a nightmare that she’s here.
Everything about this should feel wrong, and yet I still make my way around the side of the bed, hand fisting my cock, as she rolls onto her side and props herself up on one elbow, angling her head so those pretty brown eyes bore into mine.
“You want my cock?”
“Want me to beg for it?”
Christ.
This girl.
My jaw locks, and I grind out, “Don’t know that I’d recover from that.”
A devilish smile spreads across her pouty lips as she rolls onto all fours, and positions herself so that she’s facing me, that braid of her swinging around her shoulders as she leans forward and opens her mouth. A growl erupts from the back of my throat, and I take a step closer, my knees pressing against the side of the bed as I guide my cock to her open mouth. Sanctioning every ounce of control, I swipe the head across her lips. Her eyes never leave mine, as her tongue juts out, wetting the tip as it passes overs her lips. Catching a drop of precome, she inches back, and savors the taste, closing her eyes as she moans sweetly.
My control snaps, and I reach around her, winding her braid around my fist as I pull her mouth onto my cock. My hips piston as she opens wide, but it’s a tight fit. Keeping one hand braced flat against the mattress, she lifts the other one between my legs, and cups my balls, urging me to fuck her harder.
Deeper.
My fingers tighten around the ends of her braid, and I pull all the way out. Annoyance flashes across her face, but I ignore it.
“Spit on my cock,” I order. “Get it nice and wet so I can fuck your throat like you want, my greedy little thing.”
She preens under the command, then she closes her mouth. With our eyes locked, she reaches for my cock, and spits on the head, leaving string of saliva trailing from her lips.
“Again,” I growl.
Ever obedient, she does as she’s told. My fist tightens around the braid, and I plunge my cock inside her hot little mouth, hitting the back of her throat with a single thrust. She gags, and her eyes water, but she doesn’t relent. She takes my cock like the greedy girl she is, and I love every fucking minute of it.
But I love when she swallows my come most.