One Shots

I slid my fingers along the seam of his t-shirt, down his shoulders and onto the bare skin by his elbow. He jumped a little, turning to look at me and smile. "Hey, what are you doing up? I thought you were asleep."

"I woke up and you were gone," I said, tucking my chin down and kissing his cheek, "and the bed was too cold." He reached forward to shut his laptop and I climbed over the back of the couch, settling my legs on either side of his as he leaned back against me.

He ran his hands up my legs, a gentle hum on his lips. "You should get some rest babe, you have an early flight."

"I can sleep on the plane. I want to spend time with you while I'm here." I slipped to the side, laying so I could see him in profile with my legs wrapped around his waist. His grin, that smile I fell in love with, was so sweet in the dim lamp light. I reached up, running my thumb over the stubble on his chin and relishing the subtle burn on my skin before I moved to trace his bottom lip.

He opened his mouth slightly, just enough to pull my finger into his mouth and suck lightly. I gasped at the gesture, the warmth of his mouth such a stark contrast to his cold apartment. Sliding a hand behind my back, Johnny moved to pull me up. My legs settled on either side of his hips as his arms held me flush against his chest.

"I don't want you to go." He murmured, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of my neck. I shivered, grabbing his shirt in my fists and dipping down to grind my core against his cock. "Please don't go."

"Baby, you know I don't want to-"

"So don't." He offered, his voice deep and strained. I watched his eyes focus as he tugged down my shirt, exposing the skin of my chest and taking in a sharp breath. "God dammit, why do you have to leave?"

He ran the tip of his tongue down the slope of my breast, circling my nipple twice before engulfing it with his soft lips. I whimpered, lost as his other hand gently caressed my other breasts. He pinched my nipple lightly and I gasped, giggling when I felt him grin in a rare pause. Eyes meeting mine, his dark lashes fluttered when I reached down to palm him through his pants.

"No, not yet." He shook his head, taking my wrists in his hands and pulling my arms taut by my sides. "I want you first." He ducked his head, pressing the flat surface of his tongue against my nipple before pulling it into his mouth, sucking harshly and falling back.

His hands found my ass in the fray, squeezing and kneading while I writhed on top of him. He groaned, pulling a hand back and letting it fall with a smack on my ass. "John Michael Gaudreau!" I scolded, sitting up and giggling.

I fingered one of his black curls, brushing it from his face and taking a second to watch him. His breathing was unsteady,chest rising and falling with the excitement of the moment. He pulled one lip between his teeth and bit down on it. He chewed thoughtfully, running his hands along the arch of my back, before nodding. "C'mere."

He hooked his hands behind my knees, pulling me further up his body and onto his chest. I felt his soft skin under me, the stubble on his chin a cool burn against my thighs as I found my spot perched over his lips. His warm breathing was all I felt until he wrapped one arm around my hips, taking the other to delicately trace the curve of my thigh.

"Oh my god," I heard him mumble. He slipped a finger inside of me and I moaned, leaning forward to grip the arm of the couch. The new stimulation, the idea of him under me, was so incredibly erotic and he knew it. He ran his hand over me, sliding fingers in and out and gently exploring for a few minutes. "How- why have we not done this before?"

He cupped my sex, a warm hand so comforting that I let my head fall forward. I could see him beneath me, at least his brows lifted with surprise, and I felt a giggle bubbling up- stopped in it's place by Johnny blowing cool air between my folds. "Holy..." I shouted, my grip on the couch tightening as the muscles in my thighs contracted.

He chuckled and wrapped his free hand around my hips, holding me tight as he pulled me down onto his face. "Babe!" He moaned, muffled by the hot kiss he was pressing to my lips. I felt accosted as he gently slid his tongue up my slit. He found my clit, tracing slow circles around it until I whimpered above him.

"Oh my god, Johnny!" He moved his hands to my thighs, keeping me tight against his mouth as he ran his tongue over me once again. I felt like I was on fire, my head swirling at just the sight of him under me.

"Lean back," he murmured. I did as told, too lost in ecstasy to argue. Johnny lifted his knees for me to rest on and I settled in, my legs on either side of his head and my sex right in front of his face. "Hand me that pillow?"

I tossed it to him and he wedged it under his head, groaning when he set his eyes on what he had done to me. Kissing the inside of my thigh, his stubble brushed my skin and I hissed, my head falling back with anticipation. He used two fingers to spread me apart, teasing again with cool breathing and slow kisses.

"Johnny please?" I whined, arching my hips to meet his lips. He chuckled and pressed my hips down, running a knuckle from my bellybutton to my clit and drawing a gentle heart around it.

"Just for you sweetheart." He slid four fingers into me, my core stretching around as he bent them in a 'come hither' motion. With his thumb dancing over my clit, his middle finger found my g-spot and I shot up, grabbing his wrist tightly. "I know baby." He said, brown eyes crinkling at the edges when he smiled up at me. He didn't move his hand, just changed the pace he'd established while I fell apart over him. One of his hands found my nipples, gently twisting the bud as I writhed on top of him.

I grabbed his hand and pulled it to my mouth, holding his finger between my lips as I came. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, unable to care through the bliss of such a strong orgasm. He pulled his finger free, tracing a long line from my lips to my hip where his hand settled for a moment.

"I wish you could see how beautiful you are when you... Do you have to leave?"

Notes

Part of me wants to love him but the other part of me lived in Jersey and kinda feels like he's a momma's boy, you know?

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