Blog Post 10/15
It’s here! The second half of the first chapter of Johnnie And June:
“What made you want to come to a nonexistent town like this?”
Instead of an answer, she tipped his glass toward his mouth. Obliging her, he drank when she did.
“I don’t want any questions. No talking at all, actually.”
He pondered that. He wasn’t terrible in bed; at least, not that he knew. “So if I want to say dirty things in your ear . . .”
She tossed her empty cup in the direction of the trash can. “That kind of talking is welcomed.”
He nodded and drained his cup to join her. They stood at the foot of the bed which was canopied and floral. June pushed his jacket off his shoulders and let it drop. Deciding it was now or never, he yanked his shirt over his head and toed off his shoes. She didn’t seem to want to waste any time and pulled her shirt off to toss it on the floor. Even with her purple lacy bra staring him in the face, he could only concentrate on the way her mouth looked as she pursed her lips.
June reached for his pants and unbuckled them. Milo thought about the likelihood that he would embarrass himself by blowing too soon, but then she touched his abdomen and he forgot all about it.
June lowered his pants to his hips and bit her lip. “Do you happen to have a condom?”
He didn’t even want to admit that he carried a few in his wallet as if he thought he might get to have spontaneous sex in this dinky town. What had seemed like wishful thinking was about to pay off.
“Yes.”
He reached into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet and the three condoms he kept tucked inside. With a grin, June peeled off her jeans and boots and climbed onto the bed.
“Why don’t you come join me?”
Because he wasn’t about to argue with a mostly naked hot girl, he discarded his pants and joined her. He dropped the condoms on the bed between them.
“Three, huh?” Her eyes glowed blue fire in the light of the lamp.
He hadn’t thought of the total number having any significance. “It’s just what I have on hand.”
“Well, I say we make good use of what you have on hand, Johnnie.”
Wasting no more time, she grabbed the back of his head and brought his mouth to hers. The burn of whisky left on her lips caused a groan to work its way up his throat. He wanted her, that much was true. He would also bet there was more to her than what she was showing him.
She arched her back when he trailed his fingers down to cup her breast. He wanted to take off her bra, but despite the fact she was willingly engaging in sex with him, he didn’t think he had the right to be so bold.
June didn’t appear to have any such qualms. She raised up to straddle him and unclasped her bra while grinding her hips over his erection.
“Oh God.” He was pretty sure he’d actually been robbed at gunpoint and died. That was the only logical explanation for what was happening.
With her hands up in her hair, June rotated her hips and showcased her breasts. All he wanted was a handful of them, so he took. They were exactly the right size for his palms, her nipples were tight, and he discovered she made the sexiest sounds when he rolled them between his fingers.
She leaned down to kiss him and her hair fell around his face. She smelled sweet and tasted even better. She bit his lip and he moaned, lifting his hips to brush his cock over her panties. He wanted to press inside her, to have her slide down over him and make him see stars.
“June.”
“Yes, Johnnie?”
“We’re not naked.”
“Hmm. That does seem to be a problem.”
She lifted off him and shimmied her panties down her hips. Milo quickly took off his own underwear and watched June. She threw her leg back over him, and he caught sight of her pussy, bare and glistening.
She sat on his thighs and reached for one of the condoms. He stared at her hands as she unrolled it over his hardened cock, and his muscles quivered. He wasn’t used to being so intimate with someone and wasn’t sure what he should and shouldn’t do. There were things he liked that he never ventured into, and he sometimes thought he never would. His previous encounters had been drunken and over almost before they began. He wasn’t that man anymore, though.
So he let her lead, let her come back into position and lower down over him. She took him inside her body and he felt it like a gift as she eased down very slowly. He held his breath.
“Damn, Johnnie, your physique hides what’s in your pants. Even when I saw it, I didn’t think it would feel this full.”
She was so tight, so hot, he tried not to come right then. “I aim to please,” he pushed out between teeth clamped together.
“It’s working.” She rose up and lowered again, taking more of him inside her. She moaned with her eyes closed, her hair falling behind her to brush his thighs.
Milo gripped her hips to thrust in time with her movements. She cried out each time he hit her as deep as he could go, and he felt his balls clench in response.
She reached down and stroked herself. “Fuck, I’m close,” she cried.
Milo saw stars.
“Come with me, come with me,” she chanted.
He had no trouble with granting her wish. He thought maybe he’d blacked out when he came, so complete and thorough was his satisfaction.
“Johnnie,” he heard.
He opened his eyes. “Yeah?”
“When can we do that again?”
“In a minute.”
Instead, he fell asleep with June curled into his side.
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