JJ Returns! More Please!

The guy with the motorcycle serves as inspiration for my story that I call Dark, Dangerous, and Menacing. We’ll give you just a little more of it.

The guy in the shorts, how’d you like to know what he’s getting up to? Check out my ongoing Construction Hunk story at CupidsLibraryReviews yahoo group on Friday nights.

I found these guys just laying around on the web so I put them to work. They don’t seem to mind too much. :rolleyes:

And now to continue where we left off in the bar… are you ready for more?

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Now you know what swooning is. You’ve always wondered… Did you have to swoon into him? As a matter of fact, YES!
That deep rich laugh flows over you like whiskey and caramel as you feel his hand stroke up your arm. “Ohhh Baby, We’re gonna get along just fine. In fact… I think we’re going to become very close…” his tenor voice vibrates along every nerve you have… some of which you definitely can’t ask your doctor about…
Somewhere between the beer, his own musk, and his cologne, you’re lost. All you can do is look into his deep black eyes and contemplate the meaning of life.
“You still with me Sweetheart?” he murmurs or was that a purr?
“Oh yeah,” you moan. Shit! Did I say that out loud?
His bourbon chuckle flows over you, stroking like the fingers that are now resting against the side of your throat… OHHHH God!
“Lost your inner monologue, baby?” his black satin voice caresses you. “That’s okay, I wanna hear everything you’ve got,” he leans closer, “I want to hear you wrapped around me and begging for more. Can you do that for me?”
“I um, oh,” you feel his hand at your waist, under your shirt. Was it really a good idea to wear a crop-top?
“Your skin is sooo soft, Sweetheart, so warm,” he rumbles, ohhhh gaaaa — tounge in your ear!!!
“Ok,” you yip, leaning into his mouth.
“You know what I like the most about you, baby?” his deep tenor hums into your warm and now moist ear. That’s not all that’s warm and moist on your body right now…
/You like that I’ll do anything you ask right now if you just blow on me?/ you babble to yourself. Uh ohh, you HOPE you thought that to yourself…
That question gets an undeniable answer when you feel his moist, beer-scented breath blowing on your throat just below your ear.
“Now, Baby, you’ll do ANYTHING I ask?” his deep, deep, voice vibrates through you.
Both hands cup your jaw and his thumbs move to caress your lips as he tilts your head up to look at his face. Once again you wonder why the earth never opens up to swallow you when you need it most…
“Uhmmm, I, yeah… I think so,” you choke, not even surprised you told him that.
He’s kept his thumbs on your lips still caressing you as if he’s enjoying the feel of your mouth moving against his skin. Before you can form an opinion about THAT, his face comes toward yours.
What’s he doing? What… He leans into your mouth and licks his thumb and your lips at the same time. Your eyes drop closed as you feel his tongue pass over your bottom lip a second time.
“You don’t mind, Sweetheart?” he murmurs into his thumb and your mouth, “I got a drop of beer there and I had to lick it off. Like this…”
“Mmmm,” you hear yourself moan as both hands move to grip his oh-so-buff shoulders.
“Oh, Yeah, baby,” he rumbles, pulling you closer so that you’re practically in his lap.
Somehow, he’s edged his barstool up against yours and he drops his hands so you feel one cup your lower ribcage while the other pulls your leg over the top of his.
What is … NO WAY! Well now you know for sure… He really IS happy to see you…
You pull back, well, the upper part of you pulls back — your lower half wants to get to know him MUCH better. Taking a deep breath, you glance over at Mr. Nice Bartender who’s got a sloppy voyeuristic grin on his face and your favorite drink in his hand.
With a little twitch of his head, he urges you to lean toward him so you do.
“This drink’s on me, hon,” he whispers to you conspiratorially, “Just promise you’ll spill all next time.”
You really need that drink. Of course that’s That’s the only reason you nod and take it.
“You can’t be leaving me already, Baby. Come here,” his velvet tenor strokes over you and your skin prickles.