𝗟𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝘂𝘁𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗦𝗺𝘂𝘁

simmering summer heat || johnny cade

(Credit to greaser girls on tumblr.)

                     "WHAT IS IT, BABY?"

You peeled yourself off of the vinyl diner seats, thighs warm from the shining sun rays pouring in through the nearby window. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy watching Steve and Soda making out with slutty girls they hardly knew; that wasn't it all.

It was almost the opposite. It was crude, but you were hot, pun intended, and found yourself pleasant self-consciousness almost overbearing. Johnny was smoking outside but you felt his dark eyes on you as made long-legged strides to the ladies room.

The bathroom was empty. The silence lasted only three minutes before the scent of cigarettes and a dash of nutmeg wafted inside.

Johnny had you pressed against the sink countertop before you could so much as greet him. He kissed you, aggressively pushing his tongue into your mouth.

Your eyes widened as you gasped, kissing your boyfriend back without another thought. He continued his achingly wet, thick assault causing butterflies to manifest within your stomach.

You moaned, shifting your legs open around his waist for comfort. Johnny gripped your dewy legs, pulling away with a bite of his lip. "What is it, baby?" He asked of your sounds.

Gripping his long, dark hair, you pressed your chest against him with need. "Johnny," you gave him an angelic, puppy dog look. "You."

He kicked the trash can by the door with little effort. "It's hot in here," he said, snaking his hands under your tight dress to remove your panties. "We've gotta make this quick."

"That translates to rough," you summarized. Any risky sex with Johnny was rough and hard. However, considering the unbearable heat, you didn't mind. You wanted him to fuck you, not hold you in his arms until you were reduced to a glimmering pool of perspiration.

Johnny smiled, running his finger down your wet folds. "I saw you watching them, back at the table. You liked that?"

"Nice weather makes me horny," you shrugged, grimacing in pleasure as he inserted a finger inside of you.

"That's obvious," he retorted, eyes taking in your risqué mod dress. "Figured I would fuck you before someone had the chance to walk in on you moaning in a stall."

"My God, Johnny," you rolled your eyes. He responded by thrusting two additional fingers inside of you. It was an uncomfortably tight fit, you whimpered.

Johnny kept a good pace, introducing you to his fingers, until your hips were bucking to a rhythm and covered in a light layer of sweat. Then, he couldn't take the severe aching throb of his thick cock anymore.

"Yes," you whined shallowly, hair falling in your face. Your eyes fell on a discarded, damp paper towel on the floor. Someone could walk in any minute. The only thing stopping them with a lightweight trash can.

Johnny unzipped his bulging jeans, pulling out his dick dripping with pre-cum. You rolled his condom onto his length, licking your lips with need.

He was erect, more ready than you expected. His member was rosy with rushing blood, a size that made you wetter than you thought possible.

"We've been in here too long," he stated, holding your hipbone. The other hand held his dick as he prepared to enter your pink pussy. "This has gotta be fast, alright, sweetheart?"

You whimpered in response as his tip slipped inside of you. Johnny didn't wait until you had adjusted to his size to move his member sheathed fully inside of you.

He slammed into you relentlessly from there on, making your small frame bounce against the speckled bathroom mirror. He pushed stray napkins to the floor, rearranging your body on the linoleum countertop.

Johnny's hands pulled at your dress viciously, pushing the fabric sticking to you further up, past your core. His hands left bruises as they groped, lifting you and gripping your ass to penetrate you a better angle.

He couldn't contain his moans as his hairline grew damp with beads of sweat. You stuck to him with every touch.

Johnny had never fucked you like this before. Inhuman speed, never once missing your drenched pussy upon entry. His hips snapped back and forth, stomach muscles tightening.

He leaned down to sloppily kiss you as his groans were becoming loud and constant. "Holy fuck," he whispered in a low octave, burying himself in the crook of your neck as he gave you a more furious set of thrusts.

"Johnny!" You cried. "Oh, oh! Umm, Johnny!"

He stuffed his fingers into your mouth, devoting the last of his energy into your dirty, sweaty orgasms.

Your release spilled all over him, dripping. Your body was bruised and sticky, you could feel yourself throbbing. You let distorted moans hurtle past his fingers, mascara beginning to run due to a sickly combination of summer heat and hedonistic tears.

He jerked against your tight walls. Johnny's eyes almost rolled into his head as he came, slowly rolling his hips as he rode out his wave.

His cock slipped out of you, his head gliding between your wet folds. He disposed of his rubber as you dabbed your entire body with the piles of hand-drying napkins, satisfied. You slipped your sunglasses back onto the bridge of your nose, hopping off the counter.

Johnny pressed you against the tile wall, cornering you with his black eyes for a kiss.

He grabbed your hand. "Come on baby, they've A/C out there. Besides, I need a Coke."

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHNNY CADE YOU WHORE