Play With You (Loneliness) (5 page)

In response, I clasp his shaft tightly in between my thighs and I wriggle on his lap. I grin when I see his eyes drift half-shut and hear his moan low in his throat. I wriggle more on his lap, thrilling as I see him struggling to hold onto his self-control. Now, I'm the one losing control again. Keeping him clasped tightly in between my thighs, I slide my hand in between our bodies and undo his pants.

Quickly, Marcus stands up, holding me in his arms. He walks to his bedroom and slides me down his body until my feet make contact with the ground. Kissing me deeply, he makes quick work of my lacy sweater and shell. Now, all I'm wearing is my bra. Bending down, Marcus kisses my breasts and nipples through the lace of my bra, making my knees buckle. His arms slide around my torso, unsnapping my bra and easing it down my arms.

Before I can think, I pull his long-sleeve sweater over his head, exposing the muscles of his torso and arms. My fingers trace the tattoo on his chest - a large, colorful and fanciful griffin. As he feels the sensation of my fingers on his chest, Marcus' eyes drift closed and he groans. Growling low in his throat, he grabs me and pulls me against his body, kissing me deeply.

I drag a deep breath in and push his unbuttoned pants and boxers down his lean hips. Now, we are both completely nude. I look at him, allowing my gaze to run from his shoulders and pecs, down, as if drawn straight to his shaft, which is standing nearly straight up. I see it throbbing and jumping and my hand reaches out on its own volition and encircles it. As I do so, I feel Marcus covering my private area with his large hand. His fingers slide into me and he begins to rub against me. I feel his fingers delving deeper and deeper until the tips meet up with my virginity.

"Johanna, I'm going to do something...I'm going to use my fingers to break your hymen. It'll only hurt for a second, but it'll also make your first time with me that much better," he says quietly. Before he does so, he takes his hand away from my body and goes into his bathroom.

I hear a drawer opening and closing. A few seconds later, he comes out and turns a bedside lamp on. I see that he has covered himself with a sheath to protect me.

Coming back to me, he wraps one arm around me and places his hand over me again. As he promised, he slides his fingers inside me and begins moving them toward my virginal barrier. As his fingers meet against it, he gently shifts his fingers back and forth, going slightly further into me each time. Soon, he has stretched it to the point where I feel its tightness. I feel him gathering the strength in his fingers, then he pushes once, sharply and he's broken it. I feel a sharp, momentary twinge, and then it's gone. Instead, Marcus has replaced it with a soft, swirling warmth as he plays with my clit.

I spread my feet slightly so his large hand has more room in which to work. Soon, I have to wrap my arms around his neck as the strength runs out of my legs. I feel the hotness running out of my pussy again and I begin to throb, not only there, but all throughout my body.

Marcus picks me up and takes the few steps to his bed, where he places one knee as he places me on the coverlet. Laying me down, he stretches out next to me and kisses me deeply while his fingers keep playing with my clit and inside my pussy. My hips begin undulating as I try to relieve the pressure growing inside me. My hand captures his throbbing shaft again and I squeeze it, causing him to growl low in his throat.

He shifts so that he is towering over me. He positions his legs in between mine, nudging my thighs open more widely. He thrusts his hips so I feel his shaft pressing against my opening, then he pushes himself into me. Soon, he is fully inside me, and, oh, my God! It feels...it feels so hot, so good! I groan low in my throat and raise my knees so I can move more easily against him. Marcus places one of my legs behind his arse and I wrap my other leg around him, using his body to help me move against him. His eyes are open and gazing into mine as we make love with each other.

I never imagined that lovemaking would be this hot - this good. I look right back at Marcus, into his deep green eyes. I see his face fill with strain as he tries not to cum too soon. He slows down so that he can give me even more pleasure.

"Marcus, I want to come! Now!" I gasp as I feel the heat beginning to coil and wrap around my insides. It spreads tingling warmth throughout every inch of my body and I begin to twitch in time with the vibrations inside my pussy.

In answer, Marcus speeds up, slapping his hips against mine. My body freezes as I come convulsively, bathing him in my juices once again.

I end up staying that night, too exhausted to get up so he can take me home.

"No, don't worry. Stay with me," he says sleepily.

Before he takes me home the next morning, we lie in his bed talking.

"Johanna, you gave me a very special and precious gift last night. I've encountered many women who...well, didn't treasure that very special gift," he says.

I'm surprised - as he tells me this, I actually feel tears in his eyes! "It wasn't a hard decision to make - it was harder to stick to it, at times," I tell him.

"Well, I'm glad you shared it with me."

"Me too."

At practice, we start to talk about the previous night's concert. We're all happy with the results - our first audience eagerly welcomed Laslow as he played his first show with The Lonely Lovers. His addition to our band was seamless, with virtually no rough spots or choke ups.

By the by, I hear through the musician's grapevine that Gemma has tried to audition with several of the more-serious bands and groups in England, and nobody will have her. Looks like she'll either have to join one of those garage bands or find a job mopping floors somewhere! I bet she'll be regretting her selfish antics, if she isn't already. When I tell Tim, he's heard the same thing.

"Yeah, I heard that a few days ago. She's getting pretty desperate, so we'd better expect her to ring us up and beg us to take her back," he says.

"And? Please tell me she won't be welcomed back! Please!"

"Most definitely not! I can already tell that as professional as we were before we kicked her out of the group, we're going to move light-years beyond that with Laslow in the band. I've already decided that, if she does ring me up, I'm telling her hell no."

"Not that I think she'd even try to ring me, but if she does, I'm telling her the same thing," I tell Tim.

Linny and Laslow walk in just as I finish my comment.

"Gemma? It's not going well for her, from what I hear," Linny says. "What have you lot decided to do if she asks for another chance?"

I speak first. "I'll tell her, 'No, no, no and no. Oh, did I mention, no, you're not coming back?'"

"I found out that she's auditioning for that industrial metal group that formed in East London. They're taking their sweet-arse time getting back to her with an answer. I think she'll be ringing people up in the shops before too long," says Linny.

"Okay, if we don't want end up like her, we'd better get to practicing," says Tim. "Laslow, you did a bang-up job on that bass solo and your duet with Johanna was spot-on."

At that point, Marcus strolls in with his laptop. Smiling at all of us, he sets up and spreads his research notes out before he begins writing. I surreptitiously look at him as I spread my music out on my stand - he looks happy and relaxed.

"Okay, everyone, let's work on play sets two and three," says Tim. We have a lot of ground to get through, so no time for mucking about."

At lunch time, we break to catch our breath and stretch. We decide to roll over to the Royal Crown down the street and order take away food. Sitting in the studio, we eat and discuss the progress of our music.

At the end of the day, we have gotten through the first play set and covered considerable ground on the third set. Marcus and Laslow go home together and I accept a ride from Tim. In my flat, I go over my vocals as I whip together a quick dinner. I'm relaxing on the couch, remembering the previous night when my phone rings.

"Hello?"

"Johanna, its Marcus. What are you doing?"

"Oh, just...thinking about last night. I spent the early part of my evening practicing my vocals and eating dinner. You?"

"Reminiscing last night as well. I'd love to be with you right now, but I don't want to arouse anyone's suspicions. We'll need to be very careful how and when we get together."

"Oh, I agree. Tim warned me that he was going to talk to you - that we're both off-limits to each other," I tell him.

"Yeah, he and Laslow talked to me. I told them I'd respect the rule - but I'd much rather respect you and spend time getting to know you. It's kind of hard, trying not to like someone who's off-limits. Far as I'm concerned, I like talking to you, I like your perspective on different issues...and I love making love to you," Marcus says.

"Whoo! Well, we'd just better be very careful. We've crossed a line that we can't uncross. I want both you and the band - is that even possible?" I ask.

Marcus is quiet for several long seconds. Then he says, "Respect. We need to have respect for each other. Get to know each other. Johanna, this is about much more than hot sex with you. I like you and I've been attracted to you all along. As long as we remember that, I think we'll be good."

I smile. I had the same thoughts after dinner.

"Hey, Laslow's coming down the street. I'd better go. We'll talk tomorrow. I promise."

We hang up. On my end, I'm smiling widely. I take a fast shower before bed. When I climb in under my covers, I'm throbbing and hot for Marcus. Reaching into my nightstand drawer, I pull my fingertip vibrator out and press it against my woman's place. Because I want this session to last a long time, I get out of my bed and pull several old towels out of the linen closet and lay them under me. Back in bed, I play with the intensity of sensations from my little vibrator. First soft, then intense, so that my arousal builds slowly. I alternate between the two as my desire and throbbing pussy grow even hotter. Feeling my orgasm quickly approaching, I toss the covers back. I watch as I begin to come. I see little spurts of fluid coming out of me, in time with my pussy's vibrations. I give myself a few minutes' time to rest, then, still feeling that want, I begin again. This time, my orgasm is short, fast and very hard. Again, I spurt fluid as I come. My legs straighten out convulsively and I growl deep in my throat as I feel the heat wrapping itself around me. This time, I wait for several minutes to see if I have satisfied the want. No, I haven't! Again, I play with myself, this time, using just my fingers. I am still stimulated sufficiently enough that when I come, the sensations are sharper and hotter than the two previous times. My pussy is so engorged that I feel it pushing down and, as I come, it stays fully engorged and I soak my hand with juices. This time, even when I've finished, the throbbing continues. I lightly slap my clit - zing! I barely touch myself with my fingertips - zing! The sensations rocket from my clit through my pussy and all around my pelvis and I'm off once again. The wanting is so sharp and intense that I grab my vibrator once again and, applying it at a short distance away from my clit, the vibrations lead to an instantaneous vibration - the hardest I have ever experienced. Oh, I should tell you that, as I come over and over, and over, I am imagining Marcus in between my legs, with his dick inside my pussy, taking command of my body. Oh, my God! My God, my God, my God. I come one finally time and then I am physically drained and exhausted. I doze off with the vibrator still running, pressed against my pussy. I rouse lightly as I continue to come. My dreams are populated with me and Marcus, talking, laughing, kissing, petting and making love. My subconscious takes things a step further and I dream of him lightly slapping my arse and legs. After coming even in the dream, I sleep hard.

The next morning, I wake early, thankfully. I need to change my sheets and toss them along with the towels, into the washer. I get dressed and do just that. As the sheets are washing, Tim calls me.

"Johanna, practice is canceled. Linny is sick and can't play. We'll resume tomorrow, if he's any better."

"Damn. Okay. I'll use today to work on my vocals and clean. My flat looks like a typhoon hit it, anyway," I tell him. "What does he have?"

"Stomach bug. Hit him last night."

"Aw, poor bloke! I'll ring his wife and tell her what might help him."

"Do that. And we'll see you tomorrow," Tim promises.

"Sounds good." With that, I ring off. I call Linny's wife and we talk about chicken broth, tea and flat soda. I zip through my cleaning and start working on vocals. Tim lives just two streets away, on a corner lot. I know that, if Marcus tries to come see me, Tim will spot him, so I don't even entertain that thought.

Instead, Marcus calls me and we chat. After several minutes, he tells me that he has a Skype interview about to start with a client from the U.S. Now that he's going to be busy with a new project, I decide to wash my clothes. Might as well have a really clean start of it. Clean flat, laundry and start on that crochet for the baby. After I finish my work, I start practicing my vocals again.