Page 20 of Johny

“Patience,milseán,I’ll make you feel good, I promise,” Johnny growled as he pushed my top up and over my head and my shorts down, stripping them off me in one swoop until I was bare to his gaze as he sat on his heels between my raised thighs.

“So fucking sexy, and you don’t even know it,” he purred as he bent to press a kiss to the inside of my thigh, “and so wet. Perfect!” he hummed, laying down on the bed between my spread thighs and ran his tongue around my clit.

“Oh, holy fuck,” I whispered against the back of my hand while my other gripped his hair. Not sure if I should push him away or pull him closer. He didn’t give me a chance to make up my mind as he hooked his thumbs into my outer lips until I was fully exposed to him; he sucked down hard on my clit with a hungry sound.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the sensations that coursed through me.‘Oh, Jesus,’I wasn’t sure if I’d ever felt anything like it. Hissing slightly as he thrust his tongue deep inside me before circling my clit again, then repeating the action over and over until I was a writhing, begging mess on the bed. Only then did he thrust his fingers into me as he strummed my hard clit with his tongue until I had no choice but to come and to keep on coming and coming and coming in what seemed to be never ending waves. I shuddered hard, tears wetting my cheeks as ecstasy filled me. Not being able to take it anymore, I found myself tugging on his hair as I pulled him up towards me untilI could seal my lips to his. Hooking my toes into his trackie pants, I pushed them down his legs until his long hard cock was free, rocking my hips against him until he was notched at my entrance, wrapping my legs around him, I pulled him towards me until he was seated fully inside me only then did I take my lips from his. Opening my eyes, I looked into his heavy-lidded blue gaze.

“I need you to fuck me, Johnny. As hard as you can,” I demanded.

“With pleasure,a ghrá,”he rumbled as he swivelled his hips and thrust up in me. Kneeling, he lifted my legs, clamped them together over his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered at the change in position that had him filling me deeper than he had been. It had been a long time for me, and I was being stretched in ways I hadn’t been by any other man. It felt so good.

“Holy fuck,milseán, you feel so fucking good. Never going to get enough of this pussy. Are you going to come again for me? I can feel your pussy sucking at me. Come for me one more time,a ghrá.”

I didn’t think I had it in me, not with howhard I’d just come, but Johnny had other ideas. Sucking on his thumb, his gaze never leaving mine as he removed his wet thumb from his mouth and pressed it hard against my clit, circling it with every hard thrust of his hips. And then there it was, “Oh, fuck yeah,milseán,just like that. Come for me, squeeze me hard with that pussy, milk me until I have nothing left.”

At his whispered words I came, with Johnny following me not long after in never ending spasms that left us both gasping for breath as Johnny collapsed against my chest.

“Jesus,milseán,I think you broke me,” he muttered against my throat, then groaned as I snorted with laughter, pushing him slightly out of me.

“I broke you? I think it was the other way around,” I giggled, running my hand up and down his back. “I need to clean up before the children wake up,” I say sadly. Wishing I had time to lay in bed and enjoy the afterglow.

At the mention of children, Johnny reared up, eyes slightly panicked, “I’m sorry,a ghrá,I didn’t use anything. I’m clean, I got tested while I was in Ireland. I wanted to make sure that when we got here that you were protected.”

Running my hand through his hair reassuringly, “It’s okay. I trust you. I wouldn’t be lying here with you or letting you anywhere near my children if I didn’t. But thank you for reassuring me. And just so you know, I’m on birth control.”

Johnny shrugged his shoulders. “Pity,” he muttered.

Gaping at him, I smacked his shoulder with the flat of my hand, “Oh, no, mister. You’re not knocking me up until we’ve been together a bit longer.”

“But it’s not a no,” he grinned boyishly at me, then chuckled when I tried to push him off me, the big oaf. “I’m only teasing,milseán,we can wait a bit at least until I put a ring on your finger.”

“Jesus, Johnny. Not so fast. Give me a couple of months first, then we’ll talk.”

We were interrupted by Emy calling out. I guess our reprieve was over for now.

“Okay,a ghrá,” he agreed as he moved away from me, pulling up his pants as he stood. “Stay,” he ordered as Emy called out again. “Let me get you a cloth and then I’ll get baby girl.”

“Okay,” I agreed, sinking back into the bed, unused to being taken care of afterwards. Notlong after, he was back with a cloth that he handed me with a quick kiss before he left to get Emy from her cot.

‘Oh wow, the man was obliterating all my walls slowly but surely.’

Getting up, I threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt so that I could go and get Emy sorted. I’d grab a shower later. I wondered if Johnny would like to join us for breakfast at the café.

As it turns out, he did, and we ended up spending that day together too. And the next day and so on, that’s how it continued over the next month.

It didn’t take me long to realise that whatever changes he made, he did it with me and the children in mind. Starting with changing his hours of work. He’d asked Zack if he was willing to do evenings instead. Zack was more than happy to take over the evenings. Johnny was doing the administration and paperwork side during the day now rather than in the evenings. Which meant we spent every morning together while I was cleaning. Sometimes he’d follow me over to the nightclubs, depending on how his day was going. He’d still have to work some nights but only when Zack was on leave or ill.

We’d been seeing each other about two weeks and had not once spent a night apart in all that time when his father put his foot down and demanded that the children and I came for supper. It wasn’t that I didn’t know Colm because I did. You couldn’t work for his sons and not meet him at some point. I liked him very much even if he was gruff and didn’t always come across as the friendliest. He’d managed to bring up some pretty amazing sons bar the youngest, so I knew he must be a good man. Had he done bad things and dragged his sons into it with him? Yes, he had, but he’d also been supportive at getting out of gun running.

It had been a lovely evening, even if it had taken us forever to get to the house once we’d turned off the dirt road with the number of locked gates we had to go through. Surprisingly, Jackson had warmed up to Colm straight away, but Emy had stuck with Johnny.

It was late, and the children had long since been put to bed in one of the spare rooms.

We’d been sitting in the dated kitchen around a scarred wooden table with mismatched chairs drinking a last hot drink before bed that Colm had asked me, “Do you cook?”

Blinking in surprise at his abrupt question, Ihesitantly nodded, “I do.”