Dirty, Sexy, Taboo (2 page)

I was quivering with need, my pussy clenched, eager to shudder in rippling waves, but I needed more. “Fuck me in the ass!” I pleaded, lifting up and arching my back. He sucked in an audible breath and suddenly he’d withdrawn from my pussy. I turned and his eyes blazed with barely contained hot lust. I sauntered over to the brown leather sofa, making sure to give Johnny a nice, long look at my swaying backside then draped myself over the cushion, and pulled my ass cheeks apart, inviting him to poke my pink rosebud. “Do you want it?” I asked as innocently as I could manage with my cheeks in the air and my asshole opening for his gaze. I wanted it so badly that my thighs were trembling.

“Fuck yeah,” he breathed, his cock bobbing in front of him, jutting out like a crotch rocket ready to blast off. Then, he halted and switched directions, fumbling around with a mess of stuff on the counter. He came back with a condom and a tube of lube. He wasted no time ripping open the condom with his teeth, explaining tightly, his cock rigid. “Got to glove up, you know?”

“Hurry,” I urged, wiggling my ass for him, more anxious about getting plugged than anything else. “I need to feel you in my ass right now!”

“Hold on, baby,” he said, grunting as he jerked the condom on and then squirted a generous dollop right on my asshole, lubing it up well enough to allow a giant-sized dong to slide right in. I giggled and held my breath, eager for that first feel of his cock against the sphincter. I moaned as the head pushed against me, sliding inch by wonderful inch into my asshole, stretching me with his thick, hard length. He groaned low and throaty with a growl of appreciation as he pushed, exclaiming, “Fuckin’ A, your ass is tight! Ohhh, God! That feels fucking amazing!”

I groaned as he continued to fill me, almost going wild as the sensations went crazy. I panted and gave a high-pitched moan like a porn star, and when he was seated to the hilt in my ass, I shuddered in ultimate pleasure. “Goddd, yessssss!” I cried, squealing as he started to slide in and out, almost unable to stand it. “That’s it, Johnny! Do it to me. Fuck that hole! Stretch me out! Fill me up with your cum, baby!”

Johnny’s breathing turned harsh as he began to fuck me harder, ramming my ass as vigorously as he had my pussy and I squeezed my eyes shut, so perilously close to cumming my brains out. I reached down and found my clit. I pinched the swollen little nub, and played with it until my whole body was throbbing and humming to an internal tune that sang out a nasty song that I knew by heart.

“Ohhh, ohhhh,
Johnn-y
!” I couldn’t help myself, I’d started to babble, the pleasure was so intense. My lubed ass took his cock without complaint, opening right up to his invasion and it felt incredible. He was hitting all the right spots to make me see stars. The motion, in-out-in-out-in-out, was all I could focus on. Pleasure rippled through me, gaining in intensity as his thrusts became more frenzied. The fact that he was losing control gave me a dark thrill to go with the taboo fucking. Nothing was better than this! Nothing! “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” I cried, the words gasped as I was almost mindless from the fireworks going off in my body.

“Yeah baby,” he groaned, straining against me, his grip digging fingernail furrows into my soft ass cheeks, “God, that’s it! I’m gonnna fill your hole, baby! Here I come!
Arrrggghhhh
!” His strangled cry set off my own orgasm and every muscle clenched and contracted in time with the pleasure ripping through me, cascading down my nerve endings with brilliant precision. “Holy fuck!” he gasped, his hips still jerking spastically against my ass cheeks as I absorbed the shockwaves coursing through my body.

We collapsed and Johnny withdrew his spent cock, not even bothering to remove the soiled condom. The tip of the condom was filled with his cum and his rapidly going flaccid dick was starting to shrivel in the wet latex. His head lolled to the side and he grinned, his chest heaving from the exertion, looking very satisfied and ready for a cigarette. He pulled the condom from his cock and it slid off with a messy sound. He tossed it onto the floor without regard to where it landed; it wasn’t as if he were going to clean the mess he left behind —
 
that was Rick’s problem. God, I loved bad boys. Their blatant disregard for anyone else was an insane turn-on. “You’re an unbelievable fuck, you know that?” he said, almost conversationally as he lounged beside me naked as a jaybird.

I lifted my gaze to his and smiled. “You’re not bad yourself,” I said, getting ready to pull my mini back over my hips. There was an impatient knock at the door, interrupting us.

“C’mon Johnny, you’re missing all the fun!”

“Fuck off! I’m busy!” Johnny shot back to his bandmate without bothering to move, his gaze never leaving mine, watching me with narrowed interest. He gestured to my skirt. “What are you doing?” he asked roughly. “Pull it back up and show me your tits.”

I shimmied my skirt up and over my hips and popped my tits free from my blouse, curious. Most times rockers just wanted to get laid as many times as possible with as many pussies as they could stick their dick into…Johnny seemed to want more. I was interested in seeing where this was going. His stare went straight to the rosy peaks that had pebbled instantly under his hungry assessment. He grabbed the closest beer and swigged from the can, his gaze raking my splayed body. My pussy lips were swollen from our fucking and my clit was still pulsing softly. And I was still raging with the insane desire to get our party going again.

“Open your legs,” he murmured, finishing the beer. When my legs fell open, I shuddered as the air breezed over my clit, reminding me how vulnerable I was in this position. He positioned himself between my legs, his roughened fingers parted my pussy lips and his cock started to stir again. “You like to fuck don’t you?” he asked, toying with the painfully sensitive clit with surprisingly deft fingers. I gasped and nodded. He chuckled, almost to himself, saying, “I could tell. You’re not like other girls. You’re more than a slut looking for a quick fuck and a good time.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” I disagreed, though my breathing had begun to quicken. “If you’re looking for a girlfriend, I’m not the girl.”

“I’m not looking for a girlfriend,” he assured me with an arrogant chuckle. He flicked my clit and I gasped, lifting my hips, almost begging for him to eat me, right now! “You want my tongue in your pussy?” he taunted, teasing. “Show me how bad you want it.”

“I want it so bad,” I pleaded, my fingernails digging into the soft leather. Rick was going to shit a brick when he saw the marks in his sofa. “I want you to fuck me with your tongue, Johnny,” I gasped.

“Like this?” he asked softly, burying his face deep into my hot slit, causing me to jerk, my stomach tensing as his tongue delved into my wet and slippery cunt where his cock had been fucking me only moments prior.

“Godddd, yessss,” I cried, thrashing my head as his tongue started a full frontal assault on my clit, sucking on the tight nub and acting as if he were Frenching my pussy lips. I imagined my pussy juices soaking his face, covering him with my musky scent and I could barely breathe from the excitement building inside me. “Just like that,” I panted, getting so close to cumming that I didn’t know if I could hold back. “Put your finger in my ass,” I begged, needing the pressure of something up my little rosebud to rocket me to the next level. My ass was already still lubed so when I felt one finger, and then two, while his tongue swirled and sucked my clitty, I cried out with total abandon as I came harder than I’d cum earlier, which was a total surprise because I didn’t think it was possible. I pulsed against his tongue and he drank up my juices as if it were the best tasting cocktail he’d ever been given. I shuddered hard and my thighs jiggled as the last part of the orgasm washed over me.
Damn! That was fucking fantastic.

I weakly pushed at Johnny’s head to get him to stop and he rocked back on his heels admiring his handiwork, looking pretty damn smug, which was an accomplishment in of itself because Johnny Trash was a notoriously arrogant jerk on a good day.

“Wanna suck me off now?” he gestured to his engorged cock, his green eyes glazed with lust. His lips glistened from my pussy juices and as he wiped his mouth with his dirty, sweat-soaked sleeve, there was some sort of sick thrill that danced inside me knowing that my DNA was smeared all over his designer shirt. He jumped onto the sofa, lounging with his dick bouncing, waiting for my mouth, and I figured,
what the hell
, I could give him the blow of his life and then call it a night. I pulled my skirt down over my hips but left my blouse open so he had a great view of my tits as I bobbed on his nob, then sucked that bad boy down my throat. The tip, a nice fat mushroom of circumcised man-meat, hit the back of my throat and I sucked it like a pro. He groaned and soon, he was pumping his hips in time with my head bobbing. I cupped his hairy balls, loving how he didn’t shave like some men, and used my hand to jerk his shaft in tandem with my mouth. I knew how to draw it out or make him cum within a heartbeat. I loved the feel of a cock filling me, whether it was my mouth, ass or pussy. It was a turn-on for me as much as it was pleasurable for the guy. Maybe that’s why I was so good, because I got off on it, too. There was definitely something to be said for enthusiasm.

Within moments, his body was stiffening and he shouted to the ceiling as he shot his load into my mouth, pumping his jizz in great salty spurts down my throat. I gulped it down greedily and drained his balls until he was breathing harshly and moaning in total satiated awe. “Fuck me,” he murmured softly, his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. “…if fucking were a sport…you’d be the All-Star.”

I grinned at the compliment. For a guy with a rep like Johnny Trash, he was turning out to be quite the surprise. I tucked my tits away and Johnny looked ready to protest but he didn’t.

“Want me to call you?” he asked, almost nonchalantly to which I shrugged.

“If you’re in town, sure,” I answered, grabbing my purse and smoothing my skirt. “I’m always up for a good time.”

“No, I mean…you know, like call you for real.”

Ohh, how cute
, I thought. He wanted me to be one of his girls. Unfortunately, I didn’t like to be tied down —
 
well, that wasn’t entirely true —
 
but the kind of tie-downs I liked were of the rope variety, not emotional. I grinned and blew him a kiss. “See you around, Johnny. Rick knows how to get a hold of me if you’re looking to party.”

And with that, I walked out the door, smelling of sex and rock and roll, leaving Johnny Trash to dream of me.

Just like the countless other rock star notches on my bedpost I’d left begging for my number, wishing I’d be their girl.

I was no one’s girl.

And that was the way I liked it.

On the way out, I paused to read who was coming to the club next month. My mouth curved in a wicked smile as I toyed with my backstage pass. Sounded like a good time…

Guess I’d better mark my calendar.

I’ve got another notch to add to my bedpost.

What fun!