Chapter Five
Michael
I rang the doorbell at Dom’s house for the third time, then resorted to knocking—or rather banging—on the door. Still no answer.
Fishing out my phone, I texted Dom.
Me: I’m at your place. No answer. Do you want me to call for a welfare check?
I wasn’t sure how long it would take for Dom to answer since he was likely taking care of Sarah, but the sky looked like it was about to open up, so I returned to my car for the wait. So much for taking Danielle to sightseeing.
Glaring at the door as if I could summon Dom’s sister, I tried to remember her but couldn’t pull up an image. I’d only met her once…I think. Still, I couldn’t not be a touch worried about her. She was alone in a strange country.
Of course, I had no idea if the girl had friends here or not. She could be out with one of them now.
“Typical teenager.” If she wasn’t in danger or hurt, the least she could do was respond to Dom’s texts and calls. Not doing so was rather thoughtless. Not to mention the time I was taking from my limited time with Danielle. Granted, Danielle was in a meeting.
It dawned on me that I had no idea how long she’d be in London. She’d said a few days. I’d have to make it a point to find out when I picked her up.
My phone pinged.
Dom: I just heard from her. She’s fine. She turned off her phone and went to bed early. She’s at the museum.
Me: OK, I’ll check on her later. Text me her number so I can make sure she’s expecting me.
The number came through, and I tucked my phone onto the mount. I’d call her after I picked up Danielle.
Half an hour later, I parked twenty feet down the street so I could see her as she exited the building. Rain pelted the windshield, but I’d found my umbrella—or brolly as my mother called it—and I planned to catch Danielle before she was soaked. I should have asked for her number or given her mine, so she could text me when she was finished.
Keeping an eye on the door, I was startled when the passenger door opened. Danielle slid onto the seat and quickly closed the door.
“I can’t believe this rain.” She reached for her dress in the backseat and mopped the rivulets running down her face. Her hair was plastered to her head, the little bun in the back sagging sadly. “I just hope your mom’s suit isn’t ruined.”
“Where did you come from?” I turned the thermostat up to keep her from catching a chill and held up the umbrella. “I was watching for you.”
“Oh, sorry.” Rubbing her hands together, she leaned closer to the vents, her teeth chattering. “I finished early, so I was checking out that little shop across the way.”
Nodding, I took her hands in mine and held them to my mouth to warm them with my breath. “I need to get you home so you can dry out. I’m afraid the storm has put a damper on our plans for this afternoon.”
Leaning over the console, she huddled closer and smiled through a shiver. “I’ll bet you can think of all kinds of fun to warm me up.”
That was all it took to get my mind off everything except getting her back to my place and getting her naked. I put the car in drive and pulled into traffic. She tugged her hair from the bun, shook it out, and gravitated to the vents again.
“How did your meeting go?” I asked before I did something stupid, like pulling into the nearest parking lot and dragging her across the seat to ride my dick.
She looked out the passenger window. “I think it went well. How about yours? Your errand, I mean.”
“All done, except I didn’t get to go by my office.”
“Don’t let me get in the way of your work. I can wait in the car.”
“There’s nothing that can’t wait.” Now, to get to the question I really wanted to ask. “Is all your business in London done?”
Turning to look at me, she asked, “Yes, why?”
I stopped at a traffic light and met her wary expression. “You said you were only in London for a few days. Last night, at the exhibit? I just wondered how many is a few?”
“I fly home Sunday.” Her eyes grew big. “Oh my God. I can’t leave if I can’t find those keys. My passport is in my suitcase.”
“Don’t worry, luv. We’ll find them.” Though I hadn’t really put that much effort into it, I almost wished they couldn’t be found.
“Danielle,” she said, her lips thinning.
The light changed, but I had to wait for the car in front of me to move. Easing forward, I darted a glance at her. “Can I ask why you don’t like it when I call you luv? It’s a term of endearment. You know I don’t mean anything sexually derogatory or condescending by it, right?”
She fiddled with the hem of the wool jacket, quiet for so long, I didn’t think she would answer.
When I pulled in front of my flat, she finally lifted her head and met my gaze, her eyes serious. “I understand you’re not being rude, but you don’t know me at all, so I’m not dear to you. I’m not your love.”
I put the car in park and killed the engine. Rain beat down on the roof, sounding louder in the silence between us. I really didn’t know what to say to that except to respond truthfully. “I would like very much to get to know you better.”
Her eyes softened, and for the first time, I noticed the flecks of gold hiding in the brown. I framed her face with my hands and pulled her in for a kiss. She didn’t resist, but I kept it light and easy. But then she whimpered, gripped my shirt, and dragged me closer.
I angled her head and coaxed her tongue to dance with mine for a brief moment, then lifted my head. “Want to make out in the car like teenagers?”
Those big brown eyes twinkled playfully. “Absolutely.”
Her lips sought mine, and her arms snaked around my neck.
The rain raged on, but the only thing I heard was the beating of my heart and our combined heavy breathing. I fumbled for the button on the side of my seat, and the backrest began to recline. I dragged her with me until she lay across me and the console separating us.
“Wait.” She climbed over it and straddled me, and we both sighed as her pussy centered on my dick. Her hair veiled our faces, concealing us from the world.
She wiggled her hips and reared back. “Oh, that’s different.”
I cocked a brow. “It’s the same as it’s always been.”
A grin parted her lips. “I mean the silk lining of these pants against my…” She laughed. “Oh my God, I have to tell you, someone ripped off my panties last night.”
“You don’t say.” I grinned.
“I do say.” She arched, undulating her hips. “And during my meeting it hit me that I was sitting there with strangers, and I didn’t have on any underwear.”
My dick pulsed, and my hips jerked. “Jesus, lu—Dani—you don’t know how much my tongue envies your pants right now. I am going to eat that pussy as soon as they come off.”
She shuddered. From my promise or the cold? “Well, they’re not coming off out here.”
Taking in the fogged windows, I doubted anyone could see inside even if they were stupid enough to be out in this weather, but the cramped space wouldn’t allow for what I wanted to do to her. “Let’s get you inside.”
I sat up, and her head hit the ceiling. She laughed as she crawled off my lap and back to the passenger seat with me dodging her elbows and knees. “This isn’t as easy as it was in high school.”
I’d had my share of backseat sex, but I didn’t want to hear about hers. I reached for the umbrella in the back seat. “I’ll go unlock the door then come back for you.”
“What’s the fun in that? I’m already wet.” She jumped out of the car and ran around the back end.
I jumped out and ran to catch up with her, umbrella open, which was pretty useless in the downpour. She laughed again and huddled against me as I unlocked the front door.
Once inside, I dropped the umbrella into the stand. “Stay here. I’ll get some towels.”
“No!” She grabbed my arm as I started for the stairs. “Oh my God, don’t track water on these floors.” She began to strip.
“I like the way you think.” Peeling my T-shirt over my head, I watched her remove the pants and jacket. As she said, she’d gone commando. The wet, white blouse clung to her tits, the sheer fabric clearly outlining the black bra encasing them.
A hard jolt of need slammed into me, vaporizing all concern for her well-being. I backed her against the wall and dropped to my knees.
She laughed. “I knew you had a thing for options, but walls? Must be an architect thing.”
“I have a thing about you against walls.” Gripping her hips, I wedged her in place and lowered my mouth to the soft skin above her mound. I glanced up to find her watching me and jutted my chin at the soaked blouse. “Take it off.”
Whipping it over her head, she shed the bra as well. Her eyes narrowed with lusty anticipation, then suddenly grew wide. “Wait, I’m wet.”
“I hope so, or I’m doing something wrong.” Teasing her bellybutton with my tongue, I inhaled deeply, and the scent of her feminine arousal swirled in my head.
Threading her fingers into my hair, she tried to push me lower. “It’ll ruin the wallpaper.”
“Fuck the wallpaper…and the floors.” I kissed my way to the small strip of hair, spanned my hands wide, and used my thumbs to open her slick folds. She was drenched, and not just from the rain. Her little button, hard and swollen, glistened in the gray light. “I need to taste you.”
****
Danielle
An explosion of heat burst through me as Michael’s tongue glided through my folds and flattened against my clit. Melting against the wall, I moaned and tightened my hold on his hair. “Do it again.”
He grunted and lifted one of my legs over his shoulder. “I plan to.”
Lapping and licking, nipping and sucking, he coaxed me close to the edge of orgasm.
“Twist your nipple,” he commanded, his finger rimming my entrance.
One hand still firmly clasping his hair, I pinched the taut bud at the same moment his finger plunged deep. He began a slow pistoning in-and-out action. The friction was delicious, causing my pulse to quicken. He pulled out, then doubled up on the next drive in, stretching me, filling me, curling against my G-spot, and…over I went with a keening cry, into the abyss of mindless bliss.
He continued thrusting and sucking, prolonging my pleasure until I floated like a feather on a soft breeze, back to reality.
I looked down at him as he took one last swipe with his tongue, gifting me with a sweet jolt of aftershock. He withdrew his fingers and sucked them into his mouth one at a time. My pussy clenched. How could I possibly crave more?
How could I not? I finally had the man of my dreams—and a million fantasies—touching me, tasting me, wanting me. It was fucking surreal.
“That was even better than I’d hoped,” he said, licking his lips.
“Definitely.” I eased my leg off his shoulder and let go of his hair. “Sorry if I pulled too hard.”
“I loved it.” He stood, dug his wallet from his back pocket, and pulled out a condom.
“Nope.” I grabbed it from him. “Let me.”
Smiling, he toed off his shoes and shucked his jeans and underwear before I was on my knees. I sat back on my heels and looked at him. “God, you’re beautiful.”
All sinewy with grooves cut to define every muscle. Hair sprinkled between his pecs, and a dark feathery trail sent my focus to the thick shaft roped with pulsing veins. A trickle of pre-cum wept from the slit of the broad head.
Curling my fingers around the base of his cock, I rose on my knees to lick the tip but stopped short and peered up at him.
Stormy gray eyes watched me intently from beneath heavy lids. “You don’t have to ask for my permission. I’m in.”
A bubble of laughter died before it escaped as I bent to flick my tongue over the spongy tip. His salty essence rolled over my taste buds. Another glance up at him, all dark and enthralled, encouraged me to lick around the ridge, lubing the hot, velvety skin before taking him into my mouth.
A long breath escaped his lips, and he rolled his hips to slide deeper. He gathered my hair from her face with one hand and used it to pull me closer. “Feels so good.”
His praise spurred me on, and I concentrated on transforming that good to fucking spectacular. Angling my head, I took him to the back of my throat until my lips met my hand. Swirling my tongue along the length, I swallowed.
His hips pumped forward, forcing me to open my throat, but he quickly backed off, and I took up a slow in and out, bobbing my head and twisting to give him as much tongue action as possible. Pausing on the in, I held him as deep as I could, for as long as I could. On the out, I sucked in my cheeks.
“Bloody hell.” He moaned. “Take it all. Suck harder.”
His fingers fisted in my hair, pushing and pulling. He thrust faster, his breathing harsh. I kept up with his tempo, holding onto his thighs for balance. His excitement incited mine. Making him want more made me want to work harder to please him.
And I wanted to ride the high with him. I reached between my legs.
“No.” Using my hair to hold me in place, he backed out of my mouth. “I want to come inside you. Put the condom on me.”
I grabbed the condom, opened the wrapper, and encased his cock in one easy roll. Before I could blink, he hauled me up from the floor and walked me backward a few short feet into the living room. He stopped behind the sofa, spun me to face it, and placed a hand between my shoulders, guiding me over the back.
“Spread your legs.” His cock teased my entrance, and his fingers dug into my hips. “I hope you’re ready. I can’t wait.”
Hands braced on the cushioned seat, I tilted my hips, wiggled against him, and peered over my shoulder. “Then don’t.”
Plunging hard and deep, the tip of his cock hit just the right spot. I moaned. “Fuck.”
He didn’t give me time to adjust, but I didn’t need it. My pussy was dripping wet and hungry for the man I’d wanted for too many years. I didn’t need or want gentle.
As if reading my mind, he slammed into me, harder, faster. His balls slapped against my clit, heightening the pleasure.
“So…fucking…good.” Each word was punctuated with a hard thrust. “Don’t…want…it to…end.”
Neither did I, but the tightening in my core warned me I was close. I reached between my legs to strum my clit but lost my balance. I slapped my palm back on the cushion to keep from falling.
He hissed and gripped me tighter. “I’ve got you. Do it. Make yourself come.”
Trying again, I found my center and rubbed. Heat blossomed from my core and spread like wildfire through my body. My inner walls clutched at him, making the friction of his thrusts even more delicious.
“Harder,” I begged.
He pounded into me, and when I shuddered through the last of the earth-shattering orgasm and lay my head on the cool leather, he grunted, lodged deep, and roared his release.
I’d never felt so thoroughly fucked. Or aware of my partner. Michael surpassed all my fantasies and then some. But at what cost? I knew myself well enough to know I wouldn’t walk away from this weekend unscathed.
This scenario of Michael not knowing my true identity had been better than any plan I’d come up with to seduce him. I could have my fantasy and make a quick exit without him ever knowing my feelings for him went beyond a silly girlhood crush.
Last night and tonight and maybe tomorrow night, I’d give myself over to him. Eventually, he would be ready to move on to someone new. And I would go back to real life and become a forgotten notch on his bedpost.