Mentor (Johnny Depp)

Chapter 13

Bianca's POV
Once we all finished breakfast, Johnny offered to wash the dishes. So Ophelia and I did a quick wipe down of the kitchen counters.

"Teamwork makes the dream work!" smiled Johnny
Ophelia and I chuckled and shook our heads at his outdated saying.

"What's funny?" Johnny eyed me

"Nothing..." I turned my head away, hiding my smile with my hair.

"Ophelia, do you know what's so funny to Bianca over here?" He turned his gaze towards Ophelia

"I believe I do, but I'll let her tell you" Ophelia said in between laughs.
Before I knew it, ophelia had left upstairs, and now it was just Johnny and I in this hilarious stand off.

"Bianca. I'm going to get it out or you one way or another, so do you want to do this the hard way or the easy way?" He smirked, inching towards me.

"What the fun in easy?" I smiled, immediately booking it the opposite direction.

Johnny began chasing me as I ran rampant throughout the house. I would look back every now and again to see how close to me he was. Also, he just looked really hot chasing me. Something about him finally catching up to me, and the endless possibilities of what he could do, turned me on.

I finally decided to stop and hide in the shed outside. It was only seconds later when I heard Johnnys heavy boots walking on the cement floor.

"Biancaaaa. I know you're in here. I saw you run in here" He taunted

The shed had a maroon velvet couch next to a tall old brown dresser. The dresser was tall enough for me to hide in there, so I watched him look through the shed from the small crack of the open dresser door.

Eventually his footsteps came to a stop, and I could no longer see him through the crack.
My heart was pounding, and my arousal was the highest it's ever been.
While only a few seconds passed, it felt like minutes.
My mind raced with what was possibly coming.

I held my heavy breathing. The room was now completely quiet..

"Got you!" Johnny yelled as he pulled open the dresser doors, and swung me over his shoulder.

"NO!!!" I laughed, I held on tight to his waist while i kicked my legs relentlessly

He placed me one the red velvet couch, and began tickling the sides of my stomach.
I was now uncontrollably laughing, I tried pushing him off, but his hold on me was so strong. He had my legs in between his, and he was holding me down with his body weight. In my many failed attempts
to get out of his grip, I purposely brushed my leg against his crotch. Each time I did it his grip on me got a tiny bit tighter.

"Tell me what's so funny and I'll stop" he talk- whispered in my ear.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you!" I gave in

As soon as I caught my breath I explained
to him how the saying "team work makes the dream work" is outdated, and such a dad thing to say.

"So, you're saying I'm old?" He raised and eyebrow

"Well- not exactly-" I began

I was cut off by him saying,
"Well, if I'm so old maybe I shouldn't be doing.. this.." He slowly bent down towards my neck, and began leaving trails of kisses.
My neck is extremely sensitive, so I couldn't help but let small moans slip out.