I dried my hair with the towel that had been around me and walked to the door stark naked. I stood behind it as I opened it as to not give anyone in the hallway an eyeful. Johnny stepped in quickly, slamming the door behind him and flipping the deadbolt.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw my lack of clothing. “Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Johnny reached out and cupped my breasts, tweaking my nipples into hard nubs. He kicked off his shoes and stepped closer to me.
“You’re the most talented musician I’ve ever seen,” he said against my lips. “And I’ve seen a lot of them. Watching you on that stage is almost as good as being inside you.”
If I wasn’t turned on before, he just sent me skyrocketing to the moon. His scruff scratched me as he took my lips with his. He moved his hands from my breasts to my ass, lifting me so my face was even with his. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself against his still-clothed shaft, rocking without abandon.
He twisted his tongue around mine, nipping it gently before turning his face so he could kiss me deeply. I’d never been kissed like this before. I could barely breathe. He took one hand and held the back of my head as he continued fucking me with his mouth. I groaned, running my hands through his hair. I felt dizzy, intoxicated by the way he was taking my mouth.
When Johnny finally pulled back, my chest was heaving, and my head was spinning. “Fucking hell,” he said against my lips. “Between that hot mouth of yours and you riding me, I’m going to shoot in my pants before I even get started.” I wanted to laugh, but I was too aroused. He slid me down his body and released me. I stumbled a second before getting my balance.
“Go stand at the sink and hold on,” he said, his voice low. I looked back at the sink in the bathroom, then to him. “Don’t ask me why, Bex. Just do it.”
I didn’t want to fight. Not now. I had nothing left in me to fight. So I walked to the bathroom and stood at the sink, catching my reflection. My eyes were bright, my cheeks pink and my lips red. I looked . . . happy. No. Horny. That’s what I looked like. There was no one in this world that made me happy.
Johnny came up behind me, having lost his clothes in record time. I stared at his broad chest and shoulders in the mirror, the tattoos scrolling down his arms, chest and lower abdomen, his cut muscles, and his very obvious erection straining in front of him.
“Look at me,” he said. The tone of his voice made desire curl low in my belly. I lifted my eyes, our eyes meeting in the reflection.
“I’m going to make you forget this shitty day,” he said. “And you can be as bitchy to me as you want. I don’t mind.”
I wanted to respond, but he positioned his tip at my backside and I lost all ability to form words.
“You like that, baby?”
I gritted my teeth at the nickname, forcing the memories away. With any other guy, I’d smack him now and kick his ass out of my room. Johnny rubbed me from behind, his hands on my hips. When I didn’t answer, he backed up, no longer touching me.
When I looked up at him in the mirror, he smirked. “Tell me you like it or I stop.”
I hated bossy men. So why did I like it when he did it? “Please.”
“Please, what?”
I gripped the sink so tightly my fingers ached. But they didn’t ache as much as the area in between my legs. “Touch me, Johnny.”
A small smile played on his lips as he stepped back behind me. “That’s a good girl,” he said, guiding himself back to my entrance. “Tell me how you like it, Rocker Girl.”
I kinda liked that nickname. “Hard, Johnny. As hard as you can do it.”
Surprise flashed through his eyes at my admission. “That just so happens to be my specialty. Be a good girl and keep your hands on the counter.”
“What if I don’t?” Cooperation had never been my strong suit.
Johnny smacked my ass and then entered me, pushing himself all the way in. I wasn’t sure which thing I was more shocked about; the fact that he spanked me or that he was pounding me so hard, so fast.
No more words were said as he gripped my hips, pulling himself out before seating himself fully into me again. “Turn to the side,” he demanded, his teeth gritted together. I was momentarily confused since my brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders, but when he used his hands to turn my hips, I got it.
“Watch me,” he said.
“I can’t . . . counter . . .”
He smirked at my reflection in the mirror. “Can’t speak huh? That means I’m doing my job. Damn, you’re so tight. You keep one hand on the counter and your eyes on watching me do you. Do you see that? Fuck, that’s hot.”
I saw it. Boy, did I ever. One of his hands continued gripping my hip as the other came around to touch my clit. I wanted to close my eyes so badly at the sensation of him circling my sensitive nub and pounding me mercilessly at the same time.
“Eyes in the mirror,” he barked. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. Watching him going in and out of me, plus the sensations, were just too much to wait out.
“Johnny,” I moaned.
“That’s right, Bex. Give it to me. All of it. Take what you want.”
He bent me over slightly and rubbed me in just the right way. “Ahhh. . . yes. Yes. Yesssss.”
He held onto both of my hips again, but I felt another wave of release coming. It was too much. I closed my eyes, my chest heaving at the overwhelming spiral I was on.
Smack. Johnny smacked me again. “Eyes on the mirror,” he said. “I want to see the look in your eyes when you shatter around my cock, baby. Do you like me to spank you?”
I knew I had to answer, but forming words was challenging. All I knew was, he couldn’t stop now, or I might die. “Yes.”
“Yes, you like it when I spank you? Oh I knew you were a dirty girl,” he said, smacking me a little lighter and then rubbing the skin. “I can’t get enough of this,” he admitted. “But I need to make you come again and relieve myself. I’ve been hard as stone since earlier today.”
There was no more talking as he picked up his pace again, sending both of us screaming and moaning to the finish line.
I laid my head against the shower wall, my legs like Jell-O. The only thing holding me up was Johnny’s hands as his mouth feasted on my sensitive skin. His tongue licked and sucked, nipping gently before using his tongue to soothe it.
I had no idea how many hours we’d been going at it, but we’d needed a shower. Except all we’d done in the shower was get dirtier. I’d started it, dropping to my knees and sucking him so hard he’d shot down my throat. There was something about taking the bossy guy he was into my own hands and making him weak in the knees that turned me on.
Except now he’d done the same to me. Twice. He didn’t play fair.
“Johnny,” I moaned as his fingers joined the party. “I can’t . . .”
“Yes, you can,” he said, looking up at me from in-between my legs. “How many has it been tonight?”
“I have no idea,” I said, my eyes closing as another was building.
“I do.” Johnny’s words reverberated off of the inside of my thighs. “As soon as I finish this one, it’ll be seven.”
Seven? I was certainly going to die from over-orgasming.
“Will my mouth do it, or will it need to be something bigger?”
Before I could answer, he shoved me against the shower wall, pushing inside me again. I may not be able to walk tomorrow.
After he was done with me in the shower, he physically carried me to the bed and laid me down. He sat on the edge as I fought consciousness. Not only had I slept like shit last night, but today’s emotional roller coaster and the overabundance of activity tonight had me wiped out.
I wanted to thank him, tell him that it was nice to meet him, and I wished him well, but I found myself fighting a lump in my throat I didn’t understand. So instead I looked at him without a word.
“I wish you the best on your tour with Halestorm,” he said finally. “I know that I’ll see your name on the charts very soon. You’re that talented.”