In 2000, AJ had a small solo tour. His first concert was under the pseudonym, Johnny Suede. However, do to copyright violations, he changed the name for later concerts to Johnny No-Name.
This is intended for mature audiences.
She
watched him from across the club. His antics had drawn the attention of every
woman there. Some he had offended. They provided him with rude gestures at his
impudence and stalked away. He merely smiled good naturedly, moving on, and
looking for a willing woman...of which the club seemed in no short supply.
She knew who he was, even if half the women he danced with had no clue. She had
gone to the concert, had listened to him sing, had watched him move across the
stage. His name was Johnny No Name, and he was the Jim Morrison of his
generation.
Ah, Jim, she thought with a slight smile. Would Johnny's path run the same
course?
As if sensing her gaze, Johnny looked over at her.
She smiled warmly at him, an open invitation.
She didn't know what apologies he gave to the trio he was with - a blonde, a
brunette, and a redhead - but they didn't seem to mind too much as he made his
way over to her table.
"Hello, luv," he said by way of greeting in his adorable British
accent, pulling up a chair to sit across from her. "And how are you this
fine evening?" He motioned to a passing waitress.
Beneath the table, she ran her foot up the inside of his calf. "I could be
better," she purred, rolling her shoulders, revealing more than a little
cleavage. She smiled as his gaze dipped. "I'm Lyssette."
"French?" he asked.
She rimmed her lips with her tongue. "Occasionally," she answered
with a smile. She felt him shift, spreading his legs wider. Her toes slid
closer to his crotch. "Would you like to go somewhere we can be
more...comfortable?" she asked.
"Have you a destination in mind, luv?" he asked.
Her toes curled over his crotch, stroking his hard cock beneath the fabric.
"Matter of fact, I do."
Lysette took him to a place she used sometimes, an old Victorian style house
far off the beaten path. "Bit out of the way," he commented as they
pulled into the drive.
"I like my privacy," she said, then stopped the car. "Second
thoughts?"
Johnny shook his head. "No, luv, just...well, I'm used to more...public
accomodations."
A smile curved her lips. "Ah, yes...I remember hearing something about a
case of mistaken identity?"
He nodded. "Bloody bastards wouldn't listen."
"Do they ever?" she asked, sliding her hand over his thigh. "But
what about your parole officer? Uncle Marshmellow, I believe he's called?"
He caught her hand, and pulled her close. "He can find his own girl,"
he said, then he kissed her, his lips moving masterfully over hers.
Lysette gasped, surprised at how fast he had aroused her, and Johnny quickly
took advantage. His tongue slid along hers, tempting her to play with his.
Lysette pulled back, one hand on his chest. "Let's...go inside," she
said, feeling his heart pound beneath her hand.
They left a trail of clothes through the house. Their shoes were scattered
around the foyer. His shirt, ripped down the front, lay at the foot of the
stairs. Her yellow shirt rested just a few steps up. Her bronze skirt lay in a
pool at the top of the steps with his jeans right next to it. Three feet down
the hallway was one silk stocking. The other hung from the door knob to her
bedroom.
A naked Lysette perched on the edge of the four poster bed, staring down at
Johnny. "I know I have a pair of handcuffs around here somewhere."
She didn't miss his shudder. "No, no handcuffs." He grinned at her.
"Not this time, anyway. Come here."
She shook her head, enjoying the sight of him sprawled on the coverlet. Her
dark eyes traced the tattoos on his arms, and the one on his belly. Lips curved
into a smile, she moved forward.
First, she used her hands. Starting at his shoulders, she worked her way down
his arms, tracing his tattoos with her nails. When he reached for her, she
pushed him back down on the bed. "You'll get your turn," she
promised, "but for now, just enjoy."
"Whatever you say, luv," his last word ended as a groan as her nimble
fingers played with his nipples, tweaking one as her mouth found the other. His
hands came up to slide into the dark waterfall of her hair. She let him guide
her down his stomach. She stopped, though, run her tongue over his tattoo, then
flick his belly button once before moving lower.
His hands tightened painfully in her hair as she licked away the pre-cum that
had gathered at the tip. She heard his groan, but was only dimly aware of it.
She lost herself in the taste of him, running her tongue over his length. She
shuddered, feeling the blood throbbing beneath her tongue. With a groan of her
own, she took him into her mouth, taking him as deep as she could. When she
felt him nudge the back of her throat, she pulled back, only to take him in
again.
With another groan, Johnny dragged her up his body. "Now, it's your turn,
Lyss," he panted. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips, then flipped so she
lay beneath him.
It was a slow, sensual assault. Using lips, teeth, and tongue, Johnny moved
down her body. He lavished attention on her diamond hard nipples until she was
writhing beneath him, then he moved lower. Paying back in kind, he flicked his
tongue once in her belly button, chuckling as her belly flinched in reflex. He
pressed a gentle kiss on her mons, then parted her slick folds with his
fingers. Lyss shuddered as he blew gently on her swollen clit, then slid his
tongue along it. "Johnny," she moaned, her fingers in his hair,
guiding him as his mouth ravished her, making her shudder, making her scream as
he sucked her swollen clit into his mouth.
He moved up her body, entering her in one violent thrust, sending her over the
edge completely. Her inner muscles convulsed around him, and it was his turn to
shudder, but he waited.
When Lyss fell back on the mattress, panting, Johnny started to move.
He used long slow strokes, driving her passion again until her nails raked down
his back. "God, I love a woman with nails," he groaned, grinding his
hips faster and faster until his own body built to fever pitch. Sliding one
hand between them, he fingered her throbbing clit, and felt her shatter beneath
him. She dragged him down, and he felt first her lips, then her teeth on his
neck. He lost his own battle then, and climaxed, filling her with his seed.
Lyss groaned as his blood flowed over her tongue. Just a taste, she promised
herself. He need never know.
Johnny collapsed bonelessly on top of her, panting heavily. "My God."
Lyss licked the mark she'd made on his neck, sealing the wound.
Johnny shuddered, and tilted his head further to the side. "Do that
again."
Lyss pushed at his shoulders. She would not give in to temptation. That had
been her downfall with Jim. "Maybe in a bit." She ran a hand over his
sweaty forehead. "Let's rest a moment."
He grinned down at her. "But only a moment, eh, luv?"
~~~~The End~~~~