Chapter 5 #2
The sound of plastic tearing streaks through my abdomen like a bolt of lightning, and my eyes are drawn to the tool Danny is holding in his hands. He grips it around the shiny, metallic shaft, but it’s the handle that has his attention.
And mine.
‘Ridged for her pleasure.’ He smiles as he lets it fall into the palm of his opposite hand. I can tell from the dull thud it has some weight to it, and things get a little wetter between my legs.
‘So, Doc.’ His gaze returns to mine. ‘Can you handle a screwdriver?’
My words from earlier – dear God, was it only a few hours ago? – come back to haunt me. ‘I—’ Whatever I’m about to say gets stuck in my throat. I’m torn between rejection of such an act and utter fascination.
‘Want me to show you what you’ve been missing out on in the dildo department?’ Thud. ‘Think of it as a try-before-you-buy experience.’ Thud. ‘I’ll be gentle. I promise.’ He mimics my words again as the thudding of the handle mimics my heartbeat.
How can I be so appalled and yet so freaking turned on by what Danny’s proposing? I’ve never done anything so outrageous. I work in an ER. How many cases of sexual misadventure have I doctored to?
‘Come on, Holly.’ His voice is a virtual whisper now. ‘Live a little. Say yes.’
My name on his lips shivers down my spine, and it sounds so damn good, I’d grant him just about anything in this moment. Just about. ‘And risk ending up in my own emergency department with a screwdriver stuck up my vagina?’ I’d never live that down. ‘Pass.’
But I am seriously tempted.
‘Okay.’ He chuckles, low and slow, clearly amused by the prospect. ‘As you wish.’
I’m simultaneously relieved and disappointed that he’s not going to push a little, but not for long as he displaces the tool bag from his lap and once again prowls towards me, still in possession of the screwdriver.
He is panther-like, his tattoos swaying and dancing seductively as his muscles move beneath his flesh.
He stops as he draws close and I’m surprised the entire elevator isn’t vibrating to the pound of my heart as he unfurls himself from all fours to settle on his side next to me.
Danny’s body presses along the length of mine as he props his head up with one hand and holds the screwdriver in the other, his gaze fanning over my face.
‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispers, and even though I’ve never felt beautiful thanks to my cosmetic-surgeon-in-the-making ex – who delighted in pointing out how he’d be able to correct all my flaws once he was qualified – the way he’s looking at me right now, I feel it.
He makes me feel it.
‘Do you trust me?’
Is it strange to admit I do? This guy I barely knew a few hours ago? Who is holding a rather large implement he’s just suggested he could use on my body? In my body. As a sex aid. For sexual pleasure. And not just mine.
It’s bizarre, but I do trust him. I would never have let him do what he’s already done if I didn’t.
‘Yes.’
He nods like it’s a given, but his gaze locks on mine, and it’s warm and blue and sincere, and I feel immersed in trust. Slowly, he lowers the handle of the screwdriver to my chest. I gasp as it lands, soft but solid, against my sternum.
My breathing cuts out, my nipples peak. My heart kicks so hard, I’m amazed the tool isn’t bouncing to the frantic rhythm.
‘Shut your eyes,’ Danny whispers as he lowers his head to nuzzle just under my ear. ‘Keep them shut.’
It might be whispered but it’s a command and I swallow, both at the prickle of his whiskers and the anticipation of what he’s going to do next as I shut my eyes and give myself over to just feeling.
The handle inches across my décolletage to my left breast, nudging the painfully erect nipple before it rolls over the top of it, flattening the hard nub.
Back and forth. Back and forth.
I gasp at the unfamiliar sensation, arching my back. It hurts a little but my whole body lights up. He reverses the process, the handle moving to the other nipple. The erotic press combines with the buzz of anticipation, and I whimper out loud.
‘Easy, Doc.’
His voice is a low rumble. His breath fans warm on my skin. Goosebumps prickle my scalp and down the side of my neck.
‘I wish this was my cock,’ he murmurs, ‘all stiff and leaking over your titties.’
My pelvic floor contracts at the wild images exploding in my head. Danny’s beautiful cock, thick and hard, the plump head smoothing over my nipples, leaving smears of pre-cum.
‘Rubbing all over you.’
The rasp in Danny’s breathing is a hot flurry against my skin as he releases his hold on the handle.
He reaches for my hand that is squished between us, guiding it, pushing it inside his jeans.
His erection brushes my knuckles and I moan, fighting against the urge to open my eyes as his hand departs and my fingers automatically curl around him and squeeze.
‘Fuuuck.’
He breathes the profanity into my ear so low and dirty I press my legs together to stop a ripple of sensation becoming something so much more.
Seconds later, the screwdriver is moving again, moving lower, bisecting my abdomen, but in my mind’s eye it’s no longer a lifeless tool, it’s the magnificent structure of steely flesh and bulging veins I now hold in my hand.
The slow trajectory south halts at my belly button as Danny dallies there, the touch featherlight now as it circles around and around.
I squirm at the stimulus that spreads tentacles of heat right between my legs.
‘Mmm,’ he mutters, his lips brushing my earlobe. ‘My balls feel so good rubbing against you right there, don’t they?’
A picture of Danny rotating his hips, the swing of his testicles circling my belly button, jolts right through my core and I swear I can feel the bounce of my abdominal aorta pulsing just below the slow maddening onslaught.
‘So… good,’ I say on a pant, coherency hard to find in a brain that’s dissolving as quickly as my body.
Finally, he drags the screwdriver lower and everything clenches tight in my pelvis as I picture his erection gliding lower and lower. My hand grips the duvet as my fevered imagination anticipates where it’ll stop. Will he refrain from going all the way as I’ve asked?
Do I want him to?
Because right now with my hand down his pants and a porn reel running on the dark screen behind my closed eyes, it’s as real as the flesh and blood I’m holding in my hand.
A soft crinkle interrupts the ragged pant of my breath as the touch slides through the light sprinkling of hair covering my mons before Danny finds the slick groove between my labia and nestles there, right over my clitoris.
I gasp softly as it contracts almost painfully, like it’s been hit with a spark of electricity.
The pressure increases, and I moan, squeezing everything tight inside me. Squeezing him tight in my hand, causing a low rumble in his throat. The noise hums through me, cranking my arousal higher. I’m so turned on, so close to the edge now, I’m petrified it’ll all be over before the main act.
‘Spread ’em, Doc. My cock needs some room to move.’
I’m so caught up in the anticipation and sensations, I haven’t even realised my thighs are still squeezed together. I hesitate a little because I’m turned on AF and I want… I don’t know what I want. And that’s… scary.
‘It’s okay,’ he murmurs, his voice soft and patient. ‘I promise.’
The sincerity of his tone reassures me as I ease my trembling, jellified legs apart.
I’m so slippery now the screwdriver slides down of its own accord.
I feel it pressing against my entrance, thick and blunt like the head of his cock, and I squeeze his erection as if it’s what is nestled between my legs right now.
‘Jesus, Holly.’ The way he breathes my name like that, like a benediction, kicks my arousal up another level. ‘You’re so fucking wet.’
I pant as I run my thumb over his leaking tip. ‘You are too,’ I say, my voice so husky I barely recognise it as mine.
‘I’m about to get wetter,’ he says, and then his lips brush my ear as he whispers, ‘You ready to use that big brain of yours?’
I nod at his hoarse enquiry because speaking seems impossible now.
‘Good,’ he mutters. ‘I’m thrusting inside you now. Can you feel me?’
There’s nothing but some increased pressure from the outside, but in my imagination I feel the thick hard push of him in every cell of my body as he enters me. I gasp as lights flare behind my eyes. ‘Yes,’ I say on a moan, my hand squeezing him rhythmically now.
He groans. ‘Oh Holly, baby, you feel so fucking tight.’
‘More.’
‘You want more?’ he pants into my ear.
‘Yes.’
‘You want me to fuck you harder?’
I cry out at the thought and squeeze him harder. ‘Yes.’
‘How’s that?’ He grunts once, twice, three times as if he’s thrusting. ‘Fucking you into the floor. Can you feel it?’
My response isn’t decipherable, coming from somewhere in the back of my throat because even though I’m totally in my head now, picking up the fantasy he’s putting down, I feel every moment, every sensation.
His big body is hunched over mine, his hips are a piston splitting me in two as he slams in and out, in and out, in and out.
‘God, Holly.’ He groans and presses a row of kisses down my neck. ‘You should see your face.’
A part of me wants to open my eyes to see his face, but the fact Danny is watching me as he narrates this dirty-talking fantasy increases my arousal tenfold. If I open my eyes, reality might intrude – the real Holly might appear. And I like this Holly, even if I don’t recognise her.
‘In and out,’ he says, continuing his low, rough narration, and I almost come from that alone. I swear I feel the first low pulse deep, deep inside. ‘In and out.’
The pressure eases externally but I barely register it as behind my lids, Danny fucks me into the floor. I barely register his hand sliding up to the hard, engorged knot of nerves between my legs. I’m so sensitive there I cry out as he presses his fingers against it.