Chapter 9 #2
It’s dark and cool and quiet. The sound of music and the faint smell of garbage are things I’m barely conscious of as Danny smiles and mutters, ‘You came.’ His hands slide to my hips as his mouth crashes on to mine, hot and urgent, and I open to him and clutch his shoulders, his shirt damp beneath my palms as his tongue licks into my mouth and I breathe him in, filling my senses with the feral sexuality of this sweaty, sexy drumming rock god.
But I want more than just his smell in my head.
I want his smell all over me. Like I want my smell all over him.
I want to imprint on him so bad. Seeing those women panting after him has really pushed my buttons, and I want to claim him as mine even though I know I cannot compete with that kind of adoration.
My jacket falls off my arm as my trembling fingers slide to the tab of his fly and pop it open. But his hand clamps over mine.
‘No,’ he mutters as he wrenches his mouth away.
It’s gratifying to see him breathing as hard as me, the fog of our combined breath mixing in the cool air between us, but my brain is just as foggy.
No? But, why? Why did Danny stop? I am so horny for him right now; even my nipples pressing against the fabric of my bra is too much to bear, and he seemed like he was into it.
But he’s putting on the brakes and I don’t know why.
‘Is there something wrong?’
His thumb brushes my bottom lip and it tingles in its wake. ‘No. I just… don’t want to do this in an alley with you between sets.’
I blink. ‘Isn’t that why you brought me here?’
‘No.’ He chuckles. ‘I brought you here so I could get you alone. I haven’t seen you for a few days and I wanted you all to myself.’
That’s good. I know it’s good. He wants to see me. And part of me – the scrubs and stethoscope good girl – sings inside. But Danny has woken another side of me and it’s wondering why he doesn’t want to bang one out in the alley with me. I know that’s not what I should be hung up on, but I am.
I try not to frown, but I do anyway. ‘Why not?’
‘Why not what?’
‘Why don’t you want to do me between sets?’
He chuckles again, his hand hot at my waist. ‘Oh, I do. I just… This isn’t exactly a hospital, Doc.
It’s kinda grungy and freezing and there’s trash cans not far away and—’ He halts abruptly, eyeing me speculatively as he inserts a finger under my chin and tilts my face upwards so he can inspect it thoroughly in the semi dark.
‘You want me to fuck you up against this wall in this filthy alley?’
I squirm at the wicked image emblazoned across my inner eye. But Danny seems sceptical. He obviously thinks I need the aroma of antiseptic to get off. Prior to meeting him I might have agreed, but he’s making a dirty, dirty girl out of me.
‘Isn’t that what the women in there want?’ I challenge. Those women reaching for him, invading his space like they know how up for dirty-alley sex he really is.
Groupies.
He shrugs. ‘Some of them.’
His response depresses me. He knows what they want. If I’d been one of them would we even be talking now? Isn’t this what he likes? Isn’t this rock and roll?
A small smile tugs at his mouth. ‘Jealous, Doc?’
‘What do you see in me?’ I ask, suddenly serious.
‘This world, your world, is so big and bright and colourful and loud and… sexy, and I don’t understand why you even want someone as bland and beige as me.
There’re women back there screaming your name.
I’m sure a few would have cut me just now if they’d had a knife to hand. ’
Danny regards me through slitted eyes for a second as if he’s trying to figure out if I’m for real or not.
Then that smile tugs a little bigger. ‘You wanna know?’ he says, and his voice is low and silky smooth as his hands apply pressure at my waist, and I’m suddenly spun around, cheek and breasts plastered to the cold brick wall.
I gasp at the contact, my palms landing flat above my head for purchase as the move temporarily unbalances me, and then I moan as he pushes in behind me, jamming his hips against mine.
My skirt might be sensible and warm but I can still feel the bite of his zipper and the thick ridge of his cock as he presses into me.
‘I like that you bashed on my door and weren’t reticent in telling me to quit the racket when a lot of dudes I know would have backed the hell away from a six foot four, bare-chested tattooed guy.
That’s brave. I like that you always hold the door open for old Mrs Appleby.
And that you seem to be on call to every resident in the building whether it be a sick toddler or someone’s gout playing up.
I like that you paid Mr Wong’s gas bill last month when he was between jobs. That’s kind. You’re such a good girl.’
His whispers that like he knows exactly how my body is going to lurch, and I wonder what Mr Wong would think if he could see me in this alley right now.
‘I like that you’re probably the only woman who’s never even attempted to flirt with me, but when it came to the crunch you didn’t pretend you didn’t want me, you didn’t deny the dictates of your desire that night in the elevator. That’s decisive.’
His breath is hot at my neck and everything inside me clenches tight as I remember every dirty thing we did the night of the blizzard. A pulse throbs at my temples.
‘I like that you’re a serious person doing a serious job.
I like that you’re committed to your studies and have goals.
I like that me being a drummer doesn’t make you all swoony and giggly because you know that while being in a rock band is awesome, it’s not saving the life of a granny or being with someone as they die, and those things are more important. That’s smart.’
His voice is as rough as the bricks I am squashed against as he grinds into me to punctuate each point. I can feel the hard outline of his dick as it pushes into the cleft of my buttocks. Another pulse pounds between my legs.
‘I like that you came here tonight despite having been at work for God knows how long and your feet are probably aching, but you came looking for me even though your brain can’t fathom why it can’t resist me. I like that you came anyway. That’s hedonistic.’
His hands that had been two hot brands on my hips slide to my breasts, squeezing for a beat or two before his fingers grasp the front of my shirt where the buttons join and rip.
I gasp again at the shock of cold brick on my heated flesh and the prickle of the uneven surface taunting the stiff tips of my nipples.
It hurts but in all the right ways.
‘That’s what I see in you, Doc. I see all the things you are and all the things you want to be if you could just let your hair down and indulge. Like the kind of woman who has sex with drummers in alleys at the back of bars.’
Danny’s questing fingers stroke over my bra as he speaks, trailing back and forth along the lacy edge that barely contains their spill.
Suddenly he reefs them down, ripping away the fabric protecting my flesh from the hard, freezing surface.
My fingers curl into the mortar above my head as I cry out at the shocking cold and roughness that scratches my flesh and abrades my nipples, shooting sensations both painful and erotic straight to my clit.
‘Is this what you want, Doc?’ He kicks my legs apart and I hold on even tighter as they shake and wobble. ‘You want groupie sex?’
I moan, incapable of words as the erotic rub of my nipples edges me closer to orgasm. I want sex in this alley with Danny so damn much it hurts.
‘You want me to fuck you? You want me to fuck you in this alley?’
I am an ER doctor; I graduated summa cum lade from med school.
I scored 1580 on my SATs. I’m one of only a handful of graduates picked from hundreds of applicants for the prestigious residency programme at the hospital.
But I want this drummer to fuck me in this alley more than any other academic accolade I’ve ever achieved.
He sees me as a whole – doctor and woman – and he has awoken a beast in me.
‘Danny, yes, please. Please.’
‘Not happening, Doc,’ he mutters as his hands ruche up my skirt, cold air swirling around my shaking legs. ‘Condom’s inside.’
I whimper in protest, but it cuts off abruptly as fingers slide between my legs, find the seam of my tights and rip.
I hear the tear even above the jagged chug of our breathing and the drum clash of my pulse through my ears.
And then his fingers sweep aside the gusset of my panties and find my slick centre, and my knees almost buckle.
He groans, ‘Fuuuuuck, you’re wet,’ straight into my ear as the grind of his hips keeps me caged against him and the cold brick wall.
His fingers push inside me. One, then two.
Another finds my clit. I am a ball of sensation as he grinds against my ass.
Cold brick bites at my palms and scrapes at my stiff nipples that I know will be sore for days to come.
My nape is stippled in gooseflesh from the hot fan of his breath.
My legs tremble. My belly is a mass of contradictions.
Taut as a drum on the outside, weird and loopy on the inside.
‘Like this, Doc? You like it like this?’
‘Yes,’ I gasp.
And I do. I don’t know what it says about me, but I do. My legs spread, my breasts reefed out of my bra, my tights torn as a guy I’ve known for a little over a month finger-bangs me hard and rough in a dank, dark, freezing alley. But it works. I am flying.
It takes me no time at all to fly apart.
I moan and thrash, the scrape of brick wall cranking my release as the walls inside me squeeze tight around his fingers and I pant and moan and beg him for more. Beg him not to stop. To never stop.
I am a groupie. Danny has made a groupie out of me.
When I’m done, I can barely hold myself up. I thought my legs were shaking before but it’s nothing to the wet-noodle consistency of now. I’m gasping for breath as he withdraws from my body. It’s intense. Everything feels so intense. He feels it too, I know.
His breathing is hard and uneven as he presses his face into my nape, his hands grip my hips and his body is heavy against mine as if he too is finding it hard to stand upright. I can feel the rigid length of his still-caged cock in his pants.
There’s nothing but two ragged pants for long, long moments, so when the loud bang comes from inside of the exit door, I startle.
‘Five minutes, Danny.’
With my heart still racing, I push myself off the wall.
He takes a step back, allowing me the space to yank my bra cups up and pull the edges of my Henley together.
I can’t really do it up as the buttons are mostly gone.
I turn, wondering if I look tawdry and dishevelled letting myself be utterly debased in an alley at the back of a bar late on a Saturday night.
Or do I look as thoroughly wanton as I feel?
The way his eyes widen then smoulder, I guess it’s the latter.
‘Are you okay?’ he asks, his voice rough.
I nod. My nipples sting and my pussy feels like it’s been battered by a ram, but I’ve never felt better. ‘I’m more than okay.’
His lips lift at the sides before he bends over, scoops my coat off the ground and hands it over. I shove my arms in and pull the sides together. I reach for the buttons but he knocks my hand aside and proceeds to do them up instead, his gaze holding mine captive.
‘You want to go out tomorrow night?’
I shake my head. ‘Working until ten.’
‘The next day?’
‘A couple of my friends in the residency programme are coming over to study. And then I start a run of seven nights.’
I wasn’t exaggerating when I told him I have no time.
But my instincts to stay the hell away from Danny Colton are not what they used to be, and I realise I don’t want to stay away from him.
I want to spend time with Danny. And not just for this.
But because he could have dragged any of those women inside out here.
Women who are probably all more available and more fun than me. But he didn’t.
He chose me.
‘But I could break for lunch. We could meet somewhere?’
‘Or…’ He looks up from the last button and smiles. ‘I could drop in and cook pancakes for everyone?’
I meet his eyes at the suggestion, and my breathing, still not quite returned to normal, hitches.
Danny in my house. Meeting my friends. Cooking for my friends.
That’s taking this thing to a whole new level.
I hesitate – is that where this is headed?
I can try to fool myself as much as I want that Danny and I are about the fucking, but he’s cooked for me, massaged my feet, comforted me.
We’ve talked, gotten to know each other better. There is more to us than just really good fucking. The doctor and the drummer isn’t something I ever envisioned with any permanency, but it’s not preposterous either.
Is it?
He’s seen me at my best and worst. And he’s still here. I’ve seen him surrounded by women all vying for his attention, but he chose me. Maybe it’s time I stopped putting up mental blocks between us because I’m worried what other people might think.
‘Sure.’ I nod. My friends would certainly be up for being fed and meeting the reason why I’ve been hella distracted these past weeks. ‘That would be nice.’
A slow, sexy smile spreads across that addictive mouth. His hand slides onto my jaw and holds me in place as he smashes a deep, hard kiss on my mouth. ‘Good answer, Doc,’ he mutters as he pulls away. ‘Come and meet the band.’
Then he takes my hand and leads me back inside.