Chapter 5 #3
‘Shhh,’ he whispers, ‘you’re okay, I got you.’
I don’t have to see to know his mouth is hovering over mine. His warm breath bathes my lips and my tongue flicks out to wet them from the dry rasp of my panting.
‘That’s right,’ he says as his fingers circle. ‘In and out. Think about my cock pounding in and out. Because it’s always going to be my cock that you fantasise about from now on, isn’t it, Holly?’
‘Yes.’ My clitoris pulses as my core pulls tight. Danny has ruined me for other men.
‘When you’re touching yourself late at night,’ he persists, warm air puffing against my mouth as fantasy Danny’s cock fills and stretches me.
‘Yes.’
‘Good,’ he mutters, increasing the tempo of his fingers.
There’s something about Danny’s fingers that are perfect for the job. Rough to my smooth, thick to my slender, finessed to my fumbling. And so damn knowing, working my clitoris like he must work his drumsticks, deft and sure.
He kisses me then and I moan, the taste of chocolate teasing me.
I squeeze his cock and lick into his mouth, needing more – deeper and harder like his fantasy thrusts that feel so startlingly real.
His groan fills my head and when he says, ‘I’m right to the hilt, Holly, come for me now,’ against my mouth – I am gone.
My body flares in one bright, blinding flash.
I gasp, breaking our lip-lock at the sudden, violent clench of my walls around the imagined unyielding thickness of his cock high and hard inside me.
Pleasure bursts like popping candy from deep inside my pelvis and I cry out as my body shudders through a pleasure so violent I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
‘Jesus, Doc, you’re hot when you come,’ Danny whispers in my ear as I thrash and gasp. ‘I can’t decide what I want more right now. To fuck you or to eat you.’
His words push me higher, and I hold on for as long as I can, clinging to Danny and the pleasure until it starts to tail away, and I’m left panting and limp in its wake.
When I’m finally quiet, he eases my hand out of his underwear and gathers me close.
He’s still hard and I think maybe I should do something about that, but my brain is mush as he kisses my forehead and we just lie there in the aftermath.
For a minute or two anyway, until I hear clanging and banging and voices.
‘That’ll be the cavalry,’ he announces.
And in an instant, everything changes.
Twenty minutes later, we’re free and our rescuers have departed, leaving us alone again. I don’t know what to say now as I try not to be the person I was before getting in the elevator and having my world rocked. I guess I knew there’d be a reckoning, but I didn’t count on it being this brutal.
What the hell had I been thinking?
‘Why don’t you come back to my place?’ he suggests. ‘The blizzard’s still raging out there.’
It’s a tantalising idea, and I allow myself the luxury of it for a beat or two before I pull myself back from the edge. ‘I need to sleep. I have to study later.’
He shrugs. ‘You can study at my place.’
I almost laugh out loud at that. If I go to his place, we’re both going to be naked in seconds. I’m pretty sure my clothes are going to fall off every time I see him from now on.
Best to just not see him.
What happened in the elevator was amazing, but I can’t afford the luxury of long days and nights in bed with Danny. I don’t have enough spare time for me, let alone him.
‘Look… it was nice, but…’
He winces. ‘Nice?’
I think about the screwdriver. Yeah, okay. It was a lot of things – nice wasn’t one of them. ‘I’m sorry, I just don’t have time in my life for—’
‘Dalliances.’
I half-smile. ‘Right.’
‘We’ll see.’ He smiles that irritatingly cocky smile, and I remember why I’ve kept my distance all this time.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
‘It means I think you’re going to miss me.’
Okay, so we’re back to words of one syllable again. ‘You’re not part of my plan, Danny.’
‘And that’s what? Become an ER hotshot, marry a surgeon, live in the burbs in a fancy house, two point four kids? No screwing building supers?’
My entire body rejects this picture of dull domestic suburbia. He has no idea what I want from my life. Nor am I about to tell him. Danny’s time is up and that’s that. ‘At the moment, I’ll settle for passing my residency.’
He smiles and he’s that laid-back guy again. ‘Fair enough. Go to bed. I’ll fix your heating.’
‘Thank you. Be careful on the stairs,’ I add, because I don’t want him breaking his neck.
‘I will. And you know where I am if you need more of what I can give you.’
I grit my teeth at his arrogance at the same time my toes curl in my Uggs. ‘I won’t.’
He just raises an eyebrow and turns away, completely unperturbed by my denial. His ass draws my gaze because I’m only human. Heat floods my face as I spy the screwdriver shoved in his back pocket. It’s morbidly fascinating, and I can’t unglue my gaze from it.
He looks over his shoulder at me and grins, his dimples flashing. Like he knew I was going to be staring after him.
Like he knows I’ll be knocking on his door for more of what he can give me.
I harden my resolve not to. And throw up a little prayer for strength. No screwing building supers, Holly.
Get a grip.