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Maxie and Johnny

Get Down on the Floor

Part Two

September 2008

They don't try to make it to the bedroom. The words fast and dirty must have been created just to describe this moment in time for Johnny Zacchara and Maxie Jones...and if those words were not created for this couple then will surely belonged to them exclusively by the time they are through.

He thinks about taking her from behind as her naked body is pressed against the sliding glass door, so that the whole city can see just how lowdown he really is. So he can stop pretending he's redeemable.

But that thought quickly flies in and out of his mind, as her hand strokes up and down the rock hard length of him, creating friction and heat, a slippery wetness, that sucks all his attention to her ministrations. The sight of her hand wrapped around him is visible proof: he is bastard of the first degree.

Every stroke is like a curse and a blessing all in one, saying: You know what you are...I know what you are...its okay...the edge is right here, jump...you can't destroy yourself twice...just get it over with already...admit you are no better than me...admit you like being this wrong...who cares if she understands...who cares about anything but finding that next thrill...come on, Johnny, come fully to the dark side...you aren't fooling anyone but her...you aren't fooling me...I like who you are...not who you pretend to be...come on, Johnny, come on...that's right...just a little further...don't the edge look nice?

His head drops back and he lets out a low guttural moan.

He might never be the same after this. He might be as disturbed as his father. Or as free as his sister. Or as crazy as his girlfriend. But he won't be a fraud anymore. There are sleeping demons that lay within in him, and Maxie is rumbling them to life.

She drops to her knees, taking him into the hot, tight suction of her mouth. His body will savor every lick of her tongue over his skin, every squeeze of her hands, every moan he draws out of her or she yanks out of him, but its all the other parts of Johnny that are getting even more out of this...for Maxie is making him feel understood and accepted.

Don' t think for a second that makes this right though. He knows its not even in the ballpark of right or justifiable behavior.

There are so many reasons Johnny never should have let this happen. Lulu is in Shady Brook. He was supposed to be better than cheating on her the first chance he gets. But he was never as good as he tried to look in her eyes...and always just as bad as Maxie believed.

Lulu's wrong about me, Johnny thinks as he fists his hands in Maxie's hair, but she's crazy so I can't really blame her for that, now can I?

There's no one to blame but himself. He's guilty of craving Maxie from the first time she brought her lips to his, and of fantasizing about driving himself into her ever since she straddled his lap. Johnny is not an innocent who's being seduced.

A devious smile plays on his lips. He's loving every second of this downfall.

He could at least have the decently to be ashamed. No wonder the Zaccharas have such a bad reputation. Ruthless, selfish, takers every last one of them, all headed straight to hell.

But at least they have a damn good time on the way down.

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Later, there will be guilt and tears.

Not to bring God into this or anything, but God knows that Maxie Jones does have a conscious. She pays for her sins and her selfishness and her weaknesses every time. But it still doesn't stop her from finding new sins to commit, new men to take as her own when she has no right, and new temptations to not resist. But thinking of that is all for later.

For right now she kissing the hottest man she knows, his tongue is sweeping through her mouth, setting off pathways of nerves that tingle all down her body, making her nipples hard and her panties wet.

Can she be expected to feel shame right now?

Its way too soon for repercussions. She's still in the thick of things now, the messy middle part that is always the most fun. The part where she really manages to make a disaster of her life...and always has the best time doing it.

She whispers into his ear "Don't fuck me like you do Lulu." As she darts back to look in his eyes, he's smiling, just like she knew he would be.

See. She knows things about Johnny his little girlfriend can't even guess.

She's still wearing her bustier, thigh highs, and white garter when he bends her over the back of the couch, rips off her panties and then presses his body against her back. His hands both slide around her and up the front of her bustier, till they close over her breasts, kneading them harshly.

Her body tingles from head to toe. No wonder she always does this sort of thing...forbidden sex...its the hottest kind she's ever known. And Johnny has been her target for months. He's wickedly dangerous. He's fucking hot as blazes. She looks at him and thinks Now, please, every time she sees him.

Plus he's miserable pretending to be everything he is not and can never be: a saint, faithful, calm, reasonable, normal. He's crazy...he knows it...she knows it... but its not the kind that gets you locked away from life. Its the kind that makes you have to dance right on the edge of a building, knowing you will fall, knowing you could die, knowing life isn't supposed to be lived this way...but you can't help it.

She knows that feeling all too well, and its why she wants him so badly. Why this had to happen. Why she doesn't even care that its happening the day Lulu is institutionalized. Johnny should be with someone like her...if not forever...than on crazy nights like this, at the least,...when the only thing that will quiet the dragon roaring in his head is burying himself deep into someone who isn't looking for him to go slow, apologize later, and be a gentleman. Hell with that. Life is too short. She wants to feel his hard length stretching her wide, she wants to bite his neck and draw blood, she wants to pull his hair out and tell him to suck her dry. She wants it fast and dirty, and so does he.

His fingers slide into her wet heat. Her body is pulsating with tension, wanting some kind of release, needing it more and more with every second that passes. She whimpers and lets out soft sighs as he moves in her.

Looking over her shoulder, she asks "Do you have protection?"

A little late in the game to bring it up but at least she remembers in time. He nods and moves back a little, robbing her of all the pleasure he was bringing her, but soon she forgets her complaints as he sheaths himself in a condom and slides into her, his hands on her ass holding her steady. Everything about their movements is hard, hard, harder, harder...until her screams are so loud that if she isn't waking the neighbors its a freaking miracle.