Miss Nobody Ch 16

Chapter 16

ORAL FIXATION

Late Morning Day 6

Jonny's moans were loud as his hands fisted in my hair. I let his hands control my head as he thrust himself into my mouth. He was rough but I wanted it that way.

I gagged and choked as his cock filled my throat. My fingers played with my clit and my other hand squeezed the base of his cock. I moaned around his cock as I orgasmed. His warm cum hit the back of my throat as I sucked him empty.

"Fuck, Darlin'." He sat on the edge of the cast iron tub and pulled me closer to him by my neck. He kissed me deeply, his hand around my throat and the ache between my legs started again.

I pulled away from him and stood up quickly. "We can't start that again." I rinsed myself from the remaining suds.

He slapped me lightly on my ass and nodded. "I'm taking you shopping today." His phone buzzed loudly. He dropped his hands from my body and quickly rinsed himself under the water. He kissed me on the forehead before stepping out.

I watched him as he bent over and picked up my blanket, his pants, and the empty bottles in one swoop. He pulled his phone from the back pocket of his pants and walked out of the bathroom answering in Spanish.

I finished rinsing my hair, wishing I had time to get rid of this ache between my legs but one orgasm wasn't enough when I thought about Jonny. I turned off the shower with a heavy sigh.

Jonny came back to the bathroom with a second towel. He put it on the sink and stared at me. His black pants were on but unbuttoned and they hung low on his waist.

My eyes followed his patch of hair and tattoos down, down. His cock hardened under my gaze.

"We're going to be late." He left the bathroom quickly.

I wrapped my hair with a towel and the second one around my body. I walked out of the bathroom, and over to my suitcase. My empty suitcase. The small scrap of fabric was the only thing left. I slipped it on, over my head, having no other choice. The dress itself was a spandex cotton blend that was too tight for my liking. My round stomach stuck out, my boobs threatened to topple out of the top and it was too short. Cover the top with a sweater and wear dark tights in case it rides up too much, I tried to convince myself it would be okay.

"The boys did a good job fixing this place up." Jonny was texting on his phone with his back to me as I dressed.

I stumbled a bit as I stepped into the thick green tights. "Oh, yeah they did a great job. You saw how bad it was before. The hole was really...big." I rolled my eyes at myself glad Jonny couldn't see me. Idiot. The holes are real big. Great. I shouldn't have said the word big. Or holes. I flushed red and stuttered, "It was hard...they were hard...it was difficult for them to fix." I finally managed.

"I bet." He turned with a grin.

Ben and Roman had gone above fixing the hole in the floor. I also had a bright new paint job. The large half-circle window had been repaired, crisp white curtains that I could pull across for some privacy, and my fireplace was in working order. They had even brought up a small bookshelf in which Roman left me a few old-fashioned romance novels. He was fond of a historical slow-burn romance.

"Where are we going? Don't we have to work?"

"I'm taking you into town." He put his phone in his back pocket and stepped closer to me. "As cute as you are in this dress-" He brushed his fingers along the edge that barely held in my chest, lightly touching my cleavage. "-I'd like to leer at you in something that's not my mother's." He grinned at me playfully. His phone buzzed.

I nodded and blushed. "I think I would like that too." I grabbed my sweater and purse. Most of these clothes had been given to me by Mrs. Ortega. It didn't surprise me that one of their mother's dresses made it into my suitcase but imagining his mom in something so skimpy made me even more curious about who she was. "And the work part?"

He held my hand and we walked to his truck parked downstairs. "Jess didn't tell you? We don't have any guests coming in right now."

"She did mention something about that the other day." I grimaced.

"What?"

"She wants to interview me. She thinks it will help get the guests back if they know the truth about what happened here," I told Jonny as he opened the driver's door and ushered me inside. I sat in the middle of the bench seat. "I don't want to lose my job."

He started the engine. "Things will pick up when Chef's Memorial is announced. Nothing like the dead to bring people together." He drove past the gate and out of the parking lot. "I thought Jess's channel was just a funnel to her porn videos?"

I sighed. Porn videos? How did Jonny know about Jess's porn videos? Maybe they did sleep together. Fuck. What have I gotten myself into? Jonny's probably slept with all the women that come through here. It's a small town. I scoffed. This is nothing but a distraction from what you should be doing.

"You didn't know?"

I shook my head and looked out the window. Should I just ask him? No. It didn't matter. You should be keeping him at a distance anyway. Finding out why you were in the whore house is more important. Focus on the things that matter.

Jonny squeezed my thigh gently. "You won't lose your job. There will be a lot of different things you can do when the title is officially switched over."

I nodded. "It's not that. I was just thinking about why I was at the brothel. What happened between working there and waking up in the hospital. Did your P.I. ever find out what I did when I left?" Keep it...professional.

Jonny chewed on his healed bottom lip. His knuckles, no longer bruised and cracked, turned colors with his grip on the steering wheel. "There's a surveillance video of you leaving The Ranch's property three days before you were brought to the hospital. You were in a sedan. We haven't been able to locate it yet but I have some guys on it. Some Private Investigators. We have the 911 call when your body...when you were found, but nothing in between."

"I've heard the recording, it was short and muffled, I'm surprised they even found me based on that call." The recording had been so full of static I couldn't make out what was being said.

He let out a low growl and looked out the window. His swollen, yellow eye was back to normal.

"You're not telling me everything." I looked at him. Not a cut, bruise, or scratch on him.

"Whoever did that to you-" His jaw tightened and he looked out the window. "I will find him," he said so low I almost didn't hear him.

I leaned back against the seat and nodded. "They're still out there, trying to get to me." The memory of my car crashing into a tree made me sit straighter. "I think I was in a car accident, someone tried to run me off the road."

Jonny glanced at me. "Do you remember when?" His thumb drew circles on my thigh.

"After I left The Ranch. I remember seeing the bag I kept my money in on the seat next to me."

"That's good, Darlin'." He pulled into a parking spot. "I'll let my guy know."

I was lost in thought wondering about that bag of money. Maybe that's the reason something happened to me? Had one of the other girls or someone from The Ranch known about all that cash? "The homeless woman."

"What homeless woman?"

"She stopped me last night and gave me back a necklace. She said she was the one that found me. It was her that made the anonymous phone call."

"I'll let them know." Jonny was out of the truck and holding out his hand, waiting for me to exit.

"Where are we?" I looked at the building as I asked.

'Papa's Vintage Boutique' The sign above the door read.

"It's owned by an old friend. I think you'll like it." He offered me his arm and took me inside.

A bell chimed overhead as he pushed the heavy glass door open.

"Welcome in," someone shouted from somewhere within the clothing racks.

Racks of colorful clothes, funky items, and vintage goods filled every nook and crevice that could be filled. Things hung from the ceiling, the walls. A ten-foot green alien statue stood as a greeter in the front, holding a tray with a handwritten sign. Red dots 50% off today only.

"I'm not much of a shopper." Jonny brought out his phone. "I'll leave you to it, just grab whatever you need and we're in no hurry. I have some emails to catch up on." He reassured me as I looked at his phone. He kissed me on the forehead and sat on a large velvety couch near the dressing rooms.

I looked around for the dress aisle. I pushed the hanging dresses across the metal bar and the edges of my consciousness tickled with a feeling that I'd done this before. Carts full of clothes, sneezing from the dust. Delightment with the treasures I would find. I smiled. The memory wasn't overwhelming but like a sheet had been lifted, uncovering what lay underneath. Thrift stores, antique shopping, and finding cool old things had been a pastime of mine.

Muscle memory drove me to rapidly search through the racks, pulling out items I liked and needed to try on. With my arms full I headed to the dressing rooms.

Jonny smiled at me and spoke Spanish on his phone.

I pulled back the heavy velvet curtain and stepped inside a small well-lit room. A huge mirror, a chair in the corner, and hooks all over the walls were the only items in the small space. I was halfway done trying on the clothes when Jonny quickly came through the crushed velvet curtain.

"Jonny, you can't be in here," I whispered fervently and tried pushing him out the way he entered.

He didn't budge. A grin on his face. "They wouldn't have put a chair in here if they didn't want me to see." He sat down in the armchair. "Show me."

I held up one of the hangers. The garment that hung from it was a vintage nightgown. The opaque black fabric had a waist made of lace and puffed sleeves.

"On," his voice was low and demanding. His tone made me wet and my face burned. He undid the buckle on his belt and leaned back comfortably in the chair. Like a King on his throne. His fingers lifted slightly, gesturing to the clothing.

I turned my back to him. My heart pounded as I removed the dress I was trying on.

"No panties still?"

I spun around quickly, holding the nightgown to the front of my body.

A smirk played across his lips but his eyes were serious. He undid the button on his pants. His hard cock strained against the zipper.

I licked my lips and his eyes darkened.

"Put it on."

I turned around again and let out a shaky breath.

"Turn around," his voice was low in my ear.

I did as I was told and lifted the nightgown over my head. The silky fabric slid down my body and I adjusted it into place.

"Good Girl." His words made me so wet it spread across my inner thighs. His pants tried to slip down his hips, his hard cock the only thing keeping them from falling. One hand was gently around my throat, his other hand slid up the back of my neck. He fisted my hair, at the base, and tugged.

I melted.

His thigh fit between my legs, stopping me from sliding down the wall. His pant leg dampened between us. He pulled my head back, tightening his hand on my throat just a little, and kissed me deeply.

My hands went around his hips, pulling him into me. I ground myself into his thigh, inadvertently freeing his cock from his pants. His hot, hard, cock pressed up against my clit making me gasp. Knowing we shouldn't continue but not wanting to stop, I looked up at him.