Chapter Three
Danielle
The taxi pulled to a stop in front of a row of two-story flats. Michael opened the door, and I followed him out of the cab. I leaned into him as he paid the driver, not because I couldn’t stand on my own. The dizzying effects of the champagne were wearing off, but I preferred his closeness.
One arm around me, he bustled me up the front steps and reached into his pocket. I turned into him, back against the door, my mouth seeking the skin beneath his stubbled jawline. I twined an arm around his neck. He’d teased me mercilessly in the cab, and the ride to his place had taken way too long.
“Let me unlock the door.” He fumbled around me to insert the key as I slid a hand over his tented slacks. He grunted and tried to dodge my efforts to grip his cock. “Not fair.”
I laughed. “As fair as your hand halfway up my skirt in the taxi?”
The key turned the lock, and a second later, I staggered backward. Catching me, he walked me backward into the darkened entry and kept going until I hit the wall nearest the open door. My hip knocked against a small table, and I struggled for purchase, my feet tangling with something squishy.
He kicked whatever it was out of the way and slanted his mouth over mine. The heat in my core flared. The kiss was wild, frenzied, and stole my breath. He tasted so good, like champagne and mint. I couldn’t get enough. Fantasy had nothing on the real Michael.
I was vaguely aware of the door shutting before he cupped my breast. Arching into him, I savored the heat of his palm. His other hand slipped under my dress and lifted my leg to wrap it around the back of his thigh. He ground his hips into mine. Need speared deep in my core as his hard erection rode against my clit.
We moaned as one, and he thrust again. A cry tore from my lips as a jolt of pleasure burst from my center, a sharp and explosive promise of things to come. And fuck, I wanted to come.
He eased out of the kiss, his mouth hovering a breath away as if ready to dive back in. “I can’t wait.”
“Please don’t.” I ran my fingers over his chest to the ripple of abs above his waistband. The ache to have him inside me had me searching for his belt.
His breathing labored, he opened some space as he trailed his lips to the crook of my neck and along my shoulder. “Hurry, luv.”
With a giggle and a tug, I slipped the notch loose and undid the clasp of his pants. “Now, he says hurry.”
A muffled chuckle tickled the flesh above my neckline where his lips teased. Warm fingers rose to loop around my bra strap and drag both it and my dress over my shoulder to the crook of my elbow, making it difficult to achieve my task. He yanked the cup down until my breast popped free. He palmed it, squeezed, and his tongue circled the nipple.
A current of delicious heat zipped from my breast to my pussy. “Oh, God.”
The whir of his zipper joined the tearing sound of my panties. He yanked them off as if they were made of tissue rather than lace. Panting, I shoved his pants and boxers down. His cock, hot and heavy and silk over steel, fell into my palm. On instinct, my fingers curled around it.
“No.” He grabbed my wrist and shackled it in a vise-like grip against the wall by my head, caging me. He lowered his forehead to mine. “One touch and I’m gone.”
My heartbeat racing, I nipped at his lower lip and tilted my hips so that his dick slid between my folds and grazed my throbbing clit. Tendrils of heat snaked down my thighs, eliciting a gasp. “Condom. Now. Please.”
He groaned and eased back, only to slide slowly back into place. “Upstairs.”
“Seriously?” I didn’t want to move. The spell might be broken, not to mention the loss of all those delicious feelings. I lifted my leg higher, hooking my knee on his hip and undulated to his slow rhythm. As his shaft rubbed my sensitive clit, I considered saying to hell with a condom, but this was Michael, and I was merely his flavor of the week.
“Afraid so.” He started to pull away when I remembered the condom in her purse.
“Wait. I have one.” I scrambled for the clutch bag and found it still hanging on the shoulder he hadn’t undressed yet. Unsnapping the latch, I dug into the little zipper pocket and pulled out the neon yellow packet. “It’s not mine. I was holding it for a friend.”
“Sounds like something you tell your parents about the weed in your backpack.” He took the condom and tore it open with his teeth. “But tell your friend I’m ever so grateful.”
I watched him roll the rubber over the broad head and down the long shaft and couldn’t help but laugh. My shoulders shook so hard my purse fell to the floor, its contents clattering around our feet.
“Any other time a woman laughed at my dick, I’d be offended, but…” He looked down at the neon yellow glow-in-the-dark condom with bold black letters along the shaft. It read, Rip It, Grip It, Roll It, Dip It .
“It’s blinding me.” Giggling, I could barely speak. Maybe the champagne hadn’t worn off.
He swooped in to capture my lips. The spongy head of his cock tested my wet opening. I squirmed, trying to get him inside me. And then he drove deep, filling me with one thrust.
He drew his head back. “Bloody hell, you feel good.”
“Back atcha.”
The thickness of his erection stretched my inner walls, and the ridge around the tip teased my G-spot. Supported by his body and the wall, I lifted both legs to anchor them around his waist. He slipped deeper.
I moaned and drove my fingers into the hair at his nape to tug him closer. “Kiss me.”
His lips grazed mine, then claimed them with the force of a hurricane that dragged me back into the storm of lust. The rhythm he set was hard and fast, his dick pounding into me. The friction spun me higher.
After dreaming of having Michael like this my entire adult life and aching for him since the moment Dominic said his name today, my orgasm built quickly. White-hot pleasure exploded from my core, threading down my thighs like molten lava. My toes curled. My pussy clenched around him, and my fists tightened in his hair, pulling as I cried out in his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, he threw back his head and plunged deep—one, two, three times—then stiffened as his release overtook him. Hot pulsing streams jetted into the condom and sent sizzling aftershocks along my nerve endings.
With the last spasm fading and reality slowly breaching the edges of euphoria, I clung to Michael, savoring the feel of his warm skin against mine, the light tickle of his chest hair against my nipples, the strength of his arms banded around me as if he would never let go, the intimacy of his cock still hard inside me. I wanted time to stop, for the fantasy to last forever.
But my limbs grew heavy, and I lost the battle. Arms dropping to my sides, I shivered as the heat of my body warred with the cool air we’d let in. Each breath was another battle to fight. God, he was everything I’d dreamed of and more.
He dropped his head onto my shoulder. “Bloody hell, you’ve wrung me dry.”
Smiling, I lowered my legs until my toes touched the floor. He grunted but lifted his head and slowly pulled out. Stepping back, he tugged up his boxers and pants and tucked his cock, condom and all, behind the fly and zipped.
He caught me watching him and grinned. “Ready for round two?”
“Sounds great, but I can’t move.” My legs felt like rubber bands. If not for the wall, I’d be on the floor. Yet, somehow, I sagged deeper against the wall, relief washing over me. I’d half expected him to say thanks and call me a cab. But if he was up for more, I’d take it and whatever scraps he tossed my way. “I think I can manage to give us a head start, though.”
As if he, too, had trouble standing, he shuffled backward a few feet into the shadowy living room and propped his ass against the back of the sofa. A beam of light sliced through a window, revealing a sexy grin that had me squeezing my thighs together. “How do you plan to do that, luv?”
“By removing any obstacles that might slow us down.” With only a moment’s hesitation, I grabbed the hem of my dress and lifted it up and over my head. I reached behind my back and fingered the hooks of my bra until they gave way. The urge to cover myself rose as the last of my armor fell to the floor. Instead, I unbuckled the strap on one heel and dropped it beside my dress. The other sandal joined its mate.
Wiggling my toes, I tilted my head and smiled. “Your turn.”
****
Michael
I could only distinguish the shadowy outline of Danielle’s long, willowy body slumped against the wall. Darkness hid the parts she’d uncovered, making her even more mysterious. Who was this woman?
From the moment I’d seen her, I was drawn to her. Sexually, yes. I’d never been so desperate to fuck a woman before, at least not since my teens. But she intrigued me on another level. One I couldn’t fathom.
“Well?” she prompted, a hint of uncertainty behind the taunt.
I pushed off the back of the sofa and closed the distance between us. “Let’s take this upstairs.”
Snagging her hand, I tugged her against my chest, savoring the softness of her curves and the breathless gasp that escaped lips still swollen from my kisses. With a growl, I turned her to face the stairs and urged her up the first step before I fucked her against the wall again.
I started to follow, but my foot stalled on the first tread. The light from the transom window cast her in a warm glow. My mouth watered as I savored the sway of her ass. My dick flexed, reminding me I still wore the damn condom.
She made it to the fourth step and stopped to look over her shoulder. “Aren’t you coming?”
“Not yet, but I will be,” I muttered and then spoke up, “Right behind you, luv.”
She trod up another step—the one that squeaked and I always told myself I’d fix—and stopped again when I didn’t move. “Are you looking at my ass?”
“Absolutely.” I chuckled. “Your ass and every lovely inch of you.”
Boldly, she turned around to face me and posed in a way that said, “Here I am. Look to your heart’s content.”
I did just that, scanning from her wiggling toes, up her mile-long legs, one knee bent to modestly hide her feminine secrets, to the delicate hand resting on the stair rail, then past her full, high breasts to sultry brown eyes.
“Are you done?” she asked. “Have you had your fill?”
“Not even close.”
“Well, you can look more later. Right now, you’re too far away.” She crooked a finger and backed up two more steps. Her playful naughtiness triggered mine.
Eyes locked with hers, I stalked slowly up the first few steps, then took the rest two at a time. She squealed and tried to escape, but I bent to catch her around the waist and hauled her over my shoulder.
I swatted her bare ass. “That’s for teasing. My poor dick can’t take it, you know.”
A second later, my right butt cheek stung from the slap she returned. “And that’s for ruining my fun.”
“Don’t you worry. You’ll get all the fun you want, and then some.”
“Mmm, fun is good.”
I smiled as I entered my bedroom and flipped the wall switch. Light flooded the space. This time, when we had fun , I wanted to see her—all of her.
Stopping by the bed, I lowered her slowly, inch by inch, to the floor, enjoying the feel of her softness.
She peered up at me, her fingers releasing the top button of my shirt. “You are far too overdressed.”
Her hair was a tidal wave of curls, mussed from hanging upside down. I swept it behind her ears, so I could study her face as she concentrated on the task. “Where are you from? I know the U.S., but what area?”
Her fingers stilled on the last button, and she looked up at me again. “New York. Why?”
I shrugged and toed off my shoes. “I thought I heard a hint of the Southern states.”
She opened the last button and shoved the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms. Her hands glided back up, exploring as they traversed over the curves of my biceps and the corner of my shoulder.
Closing my eyes, I gave her the wheel, enjoying her touch. “I lived in Texas while I was growing up.”
Her hands stilled for a moment, then meandered over my pecs, pausing to flick my nipples with her fingernail, then moving onward to the waistband of my pants. My belt was still undone, along with the top button of my trousers, so she made quick work of the zipper.
“I miss it sometimes.” I wasn’t sure why I was telling her all this, why I was talking at all, or why I felt it was important for her to know.
I opened my eyes and glanced at the pinkened flush of her cheeks, the thick black lashes that fanned her high cheekbones, and puffy rose-hued lips. A mystery but a beautiful one.
Lowering my head, I brushed my lips against the hair at her temple.
A sweet, subtle fragrance filled my nostrils. “You smell so good. Like honey.”
“I condition with it sometimes.” Her teeth grabbed one corner of her lower lip as she dragged my pants over my hips, then knelt to push them all the way down to pool around my ankles.
“There, that’s—” Her gaze locked on my dick, and a trickle of melodic laughter rushed up at me. “I can’t talk to you with that ridiculous thing on your…” She waved a hand at the yellow condom still adorning my dick.
“Hey, this ridiculous thing saved the day a few minutes ago.” I stepped out of my pants and boxers, then hurried to the bathroom.
After quickly disposing of the ridiculous condom, I washed up. When I returned to the bedroom, I was disappointed to find her lying on the bed on her side facing away from me, her long legs bent slightly, her dark hair spread across the gray duvet. I’d hoped she’d still be kneeling, and I’d have those full lips wrapped around my dick.
She twisted to look at me. “That’s much better.”
Needing to touch her, I grabbed her ankle and turned all the way over. Eyes half-shuttered, she propped herself on one elbow and crooked a finger at me like she’d done on the stairs. Her pink tongue slipped over her bottom lip to wet its fullness.
My cock bounced toward my abs as if to say, “Do what she says, dumbass.”
I massaged her foot, finding the erogenous pressure point. “Before we go any further, I have to know. How did you come by a glow-in-the-dark condom?”
She settled on both elbows and grinned. “I was with some friends in New Orleans for Mardi Gras two years ago. One of the parade floats threw condoms instead of necklaces. Kate caught one but didn’t have anywhere to put it, so I stashed it in my purse and forgot it was in there until I tried to pay for my cab with it earlier tonight.”
“I’ll bet the driver loved that.”
“You have no idea.” Lying back, she stretched her arms over her head. “Now, are you going to talk all night or take care of business?”
“Oh, luv,” I said, placing one knee on the bed and lifting her foot to kiss each toe, “this is anything but business. And if my options are to look at your lovely body or bury myself in that lovely pussy, I’m happy to do either. Both are quite pleasurable.”
“You are a sweet talker, aren’t you? And you love your options.”
“I love your options.” I waved my free hand to encompass her body.
She slid a hand to her breast and cupped it. “Then let me help you decide which option needs your attention.” Her thumb and forefinger pinched the rosy bud and twisted. “There are my nipples…” Keeping the pinch/twist action going, she trailed the fingers of her other hand between her breasts, down the contours of her belly to the hill of her pubic bone. Her middle finger plowed the strip of dark curls and glided through pink, glistening folds. “And there’s…”
Fuck, she was hot…and beautiful…and obviously smart…and funny…and fucking hot.
With a growl, I drew her foot out to one side to expose the little swollen kernel she worked in circles, mesmerizing me. “You are the most divine creature.”
Her parted lips curled upward, and her teeth caught the bottom one as she arched her back and moaned.
I needed to see more.
Grasping her other ankle, I pushed her legs up and wide and planted her feet on the mattress near her ass, then let gravity and her relaxed state open them for my viewing pleasure. I stood back, my dick in hand, to watch this amazing woman masturbate. I pumped my fist in time with the circles she made around her clit.
Imagining it was her tongue, I swirled my thumb through the slick fluid seeping from the head of my cock, then over and around the sensitive ridge. A growl rumbled from my throat as heat centered in my balls.
Her eyelashes fluttered and opened, her sultry dark eyes revealing the lust coiling inside her. She zeroed in on my hand stroking my erection.
“That is so hot,” she breathed.
“ You are hot.” I grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripped it open with my teeth, and stopped stroking long enough to roll it on. “And I really need to be inside you.”
It was no lie. No woman had ever made me this eager, this desperate. But somehow, tonight, my need was about Danielle. As if not having her would be painful, not only physically but emotionally, which confused me more than it scared me.
But my brain wasn’t in control at the moment, and my dick didn’t give a good god damn about analyzing my bloody musings.
Crawling up her body, I skimmed her smooth, tanned legs with my fingertips. Like velvet. I wanted to stop when I reached her pussy, aching to taste her, but I needed inside her more.
I captured both her wrists, putting a halt to her self-pleasuring. A small whimper escaped her, making my balls tighten. I sucked her glistening fingers into my mouth and groaned as her tangy essence hit my tastebuds. “Mmm, sweet. I’ll have more of that later.”
Settling into the cradle of her hips, my weight on my elbows, I pressed both her hands to the mattress beside her head. Watching her expression, I nudged the head of my cock to her slick entrance and flexed my hips.
I slid in an inch and sighed. Hot. Tight. Heaven.
“More,” she murmured.
I wanted to slam deep, but more than that, I wanted to take my time this round. To feel her pussy grip me tighter and tighter. To see her face when I made her come apart. To make the best sex I’d ever had last longer than it had downstairs.
Giving her what she’d asked for—no, demanded—I rocked my hips, screwing deeper and deeper until I sank balls-deep. Lacing my fingers with hers, I lowered my mouth to eat at her lips in leisurely licks, bites, and hungry kisses as I fucked her with slow rolling thrusts.
Feet still planted on the mattress, she rose to meet me, seemingly satisfied with the pace I set, but her nails dug into my ass as she tried to force me deeper. Pain merged with pleasure, and fuck, she did something with her inner muscles on the slide back in that made my head spin.
I ripped my mouth from hers. “Bloody hell, luv, you feel exquisite.”
“Danielle,” she whispered between quick shallow breaths. “My name…is Danielle.”
“Danielle,” I ground out and hooked my elbow under her knee to change the angle.
“Aaaahh, yes, fuck, yes!” She arched, her hips locked, as I pistoned in and out, driving her through the orgasm gripping my cock. Little mewling sounds distorted by the loud hammering of blood in my ears had me plunging harder, faster. Tears leaked from her eyes, but I couldn’t stop.
A tingling at my spine signaled my release. I tried to hold back, but that would have been like trying to catch a tidal wave in a bucket. My balls tightened, and I gave a guttural shout as hot spurts of cum shot through my shaft and into the condom. Waves of sweet bliss rushed over me with the power of a tsunami.
Long minutes passed before I was able to breathe normally. My arms quaked with the need to collapse, but I managed to untangle my fingers from hers and gently thumbed the next hear racing toward her hairline. My gut twisted with guilt. “I’m sorry, luv.”
“Don’t be sorry, and don’t call me luv.” She sniffed and lifted wet lashes to peer up at me, the softness of her deep brown eyes warming me in ways that had nothing to do with sex. “That was the most…beautiful orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“So these are good tears?” I held my breath.
“Oh, yeah.”
I brushed a kiss across her lips and smiled. “It was pretty spectacular, wasn’t it?”
She sniffed again and pushed playfully at my shoulder. “Look who’s getting a big head.”
Reluctantly, I eased off her and slipped out of bed to get rid of the condom encasing my reemerging hard-on. I wanted her again.
When I returned to the bedroom, she was back on her side, this time facing me, and she was asleep on top of the bedding, one arm under her head. The other hand tucked under her cheek. I hated to wake her, but I gently shifted her to one side to pull the sheet and comforter down.
“Just five more minutes,” she grumbled when I rolled her the other way and pulled the covers over her.
Chuckling, I crossed the room and turned off the light. Laughter seemed to go hand in hand with this woman. And it felt damn good. A yawn dragged me back to the bed to crawl in behind her, spoon fashioned.
She squirmed closer, clutching my arm. I kissed her hair, tightened my arm around her, and closed my eyes. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d snuggled with a woman after sex…if ever. But I’d be damned if I could let go of this one.
One thing was abundantly clear, and this I could admit. Danielle was not just another distraction. She was so much more.