Sweet Pandemonium

A/N - This is where it gets raunchy kiddies, so put the youngin's to bed and then come back and get yo read on.


“You want me to fucking leave?” He asked, eyes narrow and with a hint of surprised sadness.
“Yes!” I pointed again. “Please, Leave!” What he didn't know was that deep down inside I was begging him to stay.

“Fine!” Johnny practically yelled before huffing loudly and then trudging towards the door, shouting angrily as he went. “To fucking think I actually liked you!” He turned back towards me, and I followed him with wide eyes, watching him walk backwards as he talked. “To think I fucking considered loving you! God, I'm such a fucking idiot! I should have fucking known!”

His fingers reached the door handle and he turned it, opening slightly before looking me deep into my eyes and saying. “I was a fucking idiot to think you might actually be interested in me.”

Johnny opened the door and began to exit but before he could take a step out, I ran up behind him, slamming the door shut with a heavy palm – without a doubt, waking all of our neighbors with it's booming sound.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked angrily, turning back to stare at me with glaring brown eyes.

There was so much rage in them, so much love, and so much lust. His eyes were mesmerizing and even a bit dangerous, but deep down in the depths of golden flecks there was a hint of loving adoration, and heartbreak. No one had ever looked at me like that before, and I couldn't tell if it turned me on or made me want to break down and cry.

“I am interested in you,” I said hurriedly, jumping into his arms and wrapping my legs around his middle. “I've been fucking interested in you since day fucking one.”

He knew I was mocking his swearing, but he didn't care. Johnny grasped the back of my head and pulled my hair with his big hands. He pushed my face towards his and kissed me hungrily. Our bodies moved rapidly, tongues darting about, my teeth grazing his as it flickered about my mouth.

Gently, I bit down on his bottom lip and Johnny set me on my feet. In my drunken state, I could do nothing more but allow him to push me against the wall. I pulled his tight black 'Roger Alan Wade' shirt over his head and ran my hand down his chiseled chest. Admiring the tattoo's the graced his beautiful body; he was the type of man my mother had always warned me about.

Johnny stopped with a smile to admire me looking upon him with sheer amazement splattered across my face. Leaning in slowly, I kissed his shoulders and muscled biceps before wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling for the curve of his spine.

The area in between my thighs burned so badly I wanted to collapse. Never before had I been held by someone so absolutely perfect; so absolutely angelic and flawless. I rested my head on his shoulder, our bodies pressed so close together that I could feel his rapid heartbeat pounding against my breast.

Johnny picked me up with ease and carried me to the bed like I were a child who weighed merely nothing. He lied me on my back at the edge of the bed, gently climbing on top of me and wrapping his legs around my middle; he kissed me tenderly and ran his hands through my hair.

Johnny's fingers lingered about my face for a second, teasing me as my body ached for them to move farther. He kissed the side of my face, nipping playfully at my jaw and the nape of my neck, his fingers dancing around my midriff; it didn't take long for him to push the short night gown up and expose my middle.

“Your skin's like milk.” He told me, and I giggled before he placed his lips against my bare flesh and began to gently bite at my stomach; his teeth and hot breath sending shivers up my spine. With another brisk push, my night gown was up and over my head. Johnny's eyes lit up at the sight of naked skin before him, and his lips and fingers quickly encompassed my nude breasts.

There was something in between us now, something that had risen in all of the excitement and was starting to grow and pulsate with an intense want and need to explore the inner debts of my body. The feeling of Johnny pressed hard against me, his pelvis grinding slowly atop mine as he grew vaster sent my mind and being reeling.

A slight moan escaped my parted lips, and Johnny bit down on my nipple somewhat harder before letting his lips and body drift from my chest, back down my stomach. His fingers and tongue grazed the hem of the boy shorts that still remained on my torso as he knelt on the floor in front of me. Inch by inch, and with every loving kiss, the underwear slowly came down.

Johnny kissed gently at the shaved parts that the shorts had once hidden. Now around my ankles, he pulled them off and tossed them to the side, lifting my leg so my thigh rested upon his muscled shoulder. Johnny looked me in the eyes and flashed a sexy smirk before lowering his face and parting my lips with his moist tongue.

Johnny inserted two fingers inside of me and pushed them in and out in unison with the flickering tongue that was concentrating on my clitoris. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life and the whole time I felt as if I would come all over his long fingers, but I would not allow myself to.

My back arched from the intense waves of pleasure he was sending throughout my body, causing me to clench the blankets with white knuckles. Moans I had absolutely no control of escaped from my throat and Johnny proceeded with haste; knowing exactly what his actions were doing to me.

“Ooh, Johnny.” I breathed out heavily, raising my head to watch what he was doing down below.
Johnny stopped abruptly and jumped back onto the bed, scooting backwards I opened my legs, exposing myself to him. Johnny knelt before me on the bed, pulling me up by the arm, and against him, he wiped my juices from his mouth and then kissed me.

My hands fumbled at the waist of his jeans, letting my fingers graze against the 'V' cut that his toned thighs formed. With haste I undid the belt buckle; a big white scull with crutches for crossbones, then unzipped his pants. Johnny wasn't wearing underwear.

I bit down on my bottom lip, aghast at what I found when his pants were finally undone. I pushed them down from the back, letting my hands grasp his firm buttock before pushing him against me and kissing him; I felt his thickness pressed hard against my sensitive opening.

Johnny pushed me down onto my back, wiggling out of his pants as he separated my legs with one of his. It was merely seconds before his pelvis was in between my legs, and he hovered above me with his strong arms propping him up. He kissed me more, followed by passionate nips to my neck as he ground his hips against mine; his extensive shaft and head pressing at my opening. He was teasing the both of us.

“Please fuck me,” I begged him. My body ached for release. I needed to feel him inside of me. “Please, Johnny.” I pleaded again, and finally he obeyed. Wrapping my legs around his middle, Johnny's head pried my lips apart and the amazing hurt that I felt after not having experienced a man in so long, forced my mouth open with an exasperated gasp.

Johnny began to pump his hips, back and forth, our bodies buckled against one another. Johnny's teeth clenched against my neck and the shot of pain that mixed with pleasure I was feeling, was astounding.

Johnny got back onto his knees, with haste he grabbed a hold of my calves, pulling my legs up and resting them on his shoulders and chest. He lifted my hips off of the bed and slowly began moving in and out – letting me feel the entire length of his shaft slide against my walls.

His pace quickened and Johnny leaned into me, pushing my legs so that my ankles were almost in line with my head. Our bodies rocked so furiously that the bed began to creak, and loud, girlish moans escaped my mouth. Johnny began to litter my lips with passionate kisses in between gasps of his own.

We went for a good long time like that - switching between the two positions until I pulled him down on top of me and felt that the curve of his back was ridden with sweat. Droplets of water rolled from his forehead and fell onto me, mixing with my own perspiration. Johnny took a hand and brushed his hair from back to front, a literal mist of sweat flying from him onto me like a dog shaking off after a bath.

“Awe, poor baby.” I cooed, tracing a finger down his slick spine. I kissed him quickly before pushing him off of me. Not really caring, I used the blanket to wipe my juices off of both of us and then hopped on top of him, sliding my sensitive areas over his length before reaching between us, grabbing onto his thick shaft, and inserting it back into me.

Johnny stretched so that his arms were over his head and I grabbed onto his chest, pushing him as deep into me as I possibly could before sitting upright and letting my body rock against his. Johnny's hips bucked from underneath me, and he placed one of his hands at the base of his girth; his knuckles supplying stimulation to my clitoris and therefore doubling the amazing feeling he was granting me.

Within the minute my body began to tense up and an extremely powerful orgasm washed over me. My mouth dropped open and I gasped louder now than before as I ground against him and called out his name.
“Did you just come?” He asked, an amazed look in his eyes.
“Yes!” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath, and Johnny laughed.

Johnny kept his hand in the same spot and I rode him harder, hoping that I could make him come as well. Almost immediately another orgasm engulfed me and I smiled down at him and said “That's two.”
“Damn, woman!” He laughed again. “My dick fits your pussy like it's a missing puzzle piece.”

Now it was I who was dripping wet with sweat. I was so tired and so sore from Johnny bending me that I almost didn't want to move. “I'm so tired.” I breathed, trying to catch my breath. I looked over at the clock – it was already four AM.

Johnny flipped me over without even asking. My once wet folds were now nearing dry and tight due to the orgasms. It took Johnny no more than ten thrusts until he was moaning with his hands digging into my hips. He breathed my name loudly, and with one last cry he pulled out and finished himself off; hot, sweet smelling seed spilling onto the curves of my stomach and hips.

Johnny's body was sent into a violent shutter, and he kissed me, holding himself up, and trying very carefully to avoid getting any of the substance that spurted onto me, on himself.

“That was great.” He remarked after he had picked himself up off of me and rolled to the side, lying on his back and not exactly close, but making sure to have an arm dangling around my middle while kissing the side of the face. I got up quickly and retreated to the bathroom, returning quicker than I had gone with a towel in hand. I began wiping myself off, and then hopped back onto the bed; wiping Johnny off as well.

“You didn't have to do that.” He said after I had thrown the towel to the side. He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed me, admiring my naked body as I admired him; tracing small circles around his belly button, my fingers caressing the baby soft hair that formed a line and lingered there.

“But I wanted to.” I replied. “After all, it is my job to take care of you, in anyway, shape or form.”
A sly smirk spread across Johnny's face and he looked down at his now soft, but still immense penis. “Oh you did, trust me.”

I giggled as he grabbed onto my middle and pulled me down next to him, biting my neck playfully before pulling the covers over us and pressing himself against my backside; arm draped over my feeble body, with hand clinging to my breast. Johnny gave me a loving kiss on the back of the neck and let his lips linger there with hot breath blowing onto my skin and keeping me warm.

They say there's no place like home, and to me, home was in Johnny Knoxville's arms.