Chapter 20
twenty
DARCY
I wrap my hands around his neck, locking my fingers. “Oh that’s right we did agree to that, didn’t we.” I remark playfully, remembering yesterday’s conversation.
Lips join in a desperate kiss as he walks me backward. The light abrasion of his palms slide under the hem of my shorts and to my bottom. There is none of the tenderness I’ve come to expect with Dane. Instead, I find a merciless greed in his touch and a wicked gleam in his eye. His teeth scrape the tender spot by my collarbone. Hot breath warms my neck as he groans.
“My own party and I couldn’t wait for it to end so I could be alone with you.”
The world around me disappears as I shutter my eyes, escaping into the pleasure of plush lips ravishing me. My center starts to ache, my body aware of every stroke of his fingers against my bottom, every lap of his tongue against mine. When I let out a needy whimper, possessive hands tighten around me. Dane starts to lift with ease. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed, our lips fused. He lays me down and pulls back, wearing the smile of a predator about to pounce.
I keep eye contact as I pull off my top, leaving my breasts exposed, and give him a sultry look that says, “Your turn.”
He pulls off his black t-shirt, his eyes gleaming with delight.
His Adam's apple bobs as dreamy eyes linger. “Oh fuck it,” he says, rapidly pulling off the rest of his clothing. With panting breaths, he stands over me naked. A golden line of hair trails down his chiseled chest that leads to his erection. I want to lick my way down it.
Crawling over to the edge of the bed on my hands and knees, I do just that. Dane watches, his body rigid as he waits for my next move. Taking his hard-on into my mouth, I lash around the tip slowly, contentedly. He groans, low, feral, and grasps my hair near the root. I lick the length, his chest muscles contorting with each deep pained breath. His grip tightens, “Fuuuuuck,” he groans. Licking away a drop of precum, I draw him deep into my throat, hollowing my cheeks. He laughs darkly, painfully, “Of course you give good head. You really are my dream girl, you know that?”
He strokes himself with shallow movements in my mouth as if testing before taking control. My breasts bob with each smooth rock of Dane’s hips. His stomach muscles begin to tighten, chest heaving when he lets go of my hair and pulls out.
I look at him confused. Did I do something wrong?
“Your mouth is fucking amazing, but this is going to end way before I want it to if you keep that up,” he assures me.
He tilts me backward then spreads my legs, lying between them. Our lips are fused again in a bruising primal kiss. As desperate as Dane’s touch is, he builds my need for him until I’m delirious with want.
Earlier today, we made love. Every ravenous groan he makes, every fervent touch of my body tells me that tonight, I’m being fucked. My center warms at the idea, driving my own desire.
He licks at one nipple then trails his tongue to the next, circling the bud with a groan.
Leaving my breasts, Dane drags his nose down my stomach kissing, licking, until he reaches the hem of my shorts. With a finger hooked on both sides, he rips them down and off, his mouth never leaving my body. My legs start to quiver with anticipation as he nears the hair I keep neatly trimmed. He teases with his mouth, purposefully missing the tiny cluster of nerves with the lash of his tongue against my center. My back curves up as I beg with panting breaths. “Need me to make you come, baby?” his husky voice taunts.
“Please, Dane,” I beg, running my hands through the length of hair covering his face.
His beard, just trimmed, adds the perfect touch of stimulation as he twirls his tongue around my clit sucking long and hard. Two fingers prod at my entrance and curl up, right in the perfect place. My stomach muscles begin to tighten as a long, embarrassingly loud moan comes from deep in my chest. Dane’s free hand moves up to buffer the sound, his mouth and right hand never stopping their taunting of my pussy. He begins to make pulsating movements with his tongue against my center, my legs tightening with anticipation. My heart is hammering in my ears as I shutter my eyes letting myself just get lost in the pleasure. My whimpers grow more urgent, answered by Dane with an even more desperate attack on my senses. “Wrap your legs around my head,” he commands, moving them up and over his shoulder.
Dane presses his face deeper into me, groaning against my pussy, loving every second of it. As my orgasm begins to wash over me, he starts slowing down his laps against my core, helping bring me down from my high, my body supported with a hand on each side of my bottom.
“That was intense,” I confess breathlessly as he comes to lay over me again.
The feral gleam in his eye is back, his kiss possessive and primal. “Flip onto your stomach,” he says as he starts to move away.
His breaths are shallow as I roll over. “Need to be as deep into you as I can be tonight. I need to know every inch of your pussy is marked with my cum.”
He slides me into the middle of the bed, then lifts me onto all fours, “You good?” he asks, running his hand adoringly down my spine from behind me. He teases his cock against my entrance, letting me know his intent. With a hand resting on each hip, he drives into me, his length filling me. He gives me a second for my walls to adjust to his thickness, his breath sounding pained. With small shallow thrusts, he tests my readiness until he makes a low satisfied noise. His hand wraps into my hair, knotting it in his fist.
He is going to fuck me into oblivion. Each unwavering thrust is a carnal assault on my pussy. One hand moves from my hip, and a loud slap shocks me. Did he just…smack my ass? He does it again, his savage thrusts unfaltering. The slight sting shoots across my body, followed by a sensual burn. I bow backwards into him wanting everything he’s giving me. I meet each sure stroke as desperate as he is. A flood of precum warns of his impending orgasm. “Touch yourself, baby.”
I stop, a tiny bit embarrassed. In front of him? Another slap, the sting a deeper burn. I groan in pleasure.
“Come for me baby, I need to hear your moans. I want those muscles tight around my cock.”
He whispers something I miss, but I reach between my legs, playing with my center. My brain starts to short-circuit on contact. His seed pulses into me with a roar muted through gritted teeth. I feel like I’m floating around the room, any cognizant thought obliterated. My body is pliant, probably held up only by the hand wrapped around my stomach. I somehow end up lying on top of Dane, listening to his heart beating rapidly in his chest as our breathing slowly returns to normal.
I feel so content there, Dane’s fingers brushing against my exposed shoulders. “No playing with yourself unless it’s with me,” he demands, eyes narrowed. “It’s different when we’re together.”
“With the way we’re going, I don’t think that’s a problem,” I laugh. I think this is the third or fourth time we’ve had sex today alone.
“By the way,” he says in that casual tone I know is usually trouble with him. “I told them to check for any prescription medicines you might need while they were packing. They said they didn’t find anything.”
“They’re in my purse,” I assure him. I don’t blame him one bit for asking about my pills.
As I think he’s dozing off, I slip out of bed and throw my pajamas back on. Owen will probably sleep well tonight, but I want to be dressed when he wakes up.
Dane’s burly arm wraps around me again the second my body hits the sheets. He pulls me closer to him and unsnaps the clasp on the shoulder of my tank. One side of the front of the fabric slides down, completely exposing my chest. With a contented sigh, he cups my breast in his hand and nuzzles my neck. “Love the pajamas. We need to get you more of them.”