Chapter 23 #2
“What are you doing?” I ask after a minute of his restlessness.
“Nothing.”
He grows quiet after that, yet I can’t relax enough to fall asleep. He sighs after a while, and like an idiot, I turn so I’m facing him.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Nothing.”
“Is ‘nothing’ the only word you know now?”
“Apparently.”
“You sound mad. Was it the abuse comment?”
“What? No. And I’m not mad.”
“I can see your furrow even in the dark.” I touch the spot between his brows.
“Don’t do that,” he says in a voice that’s suddenly thick.
“Why not?” He doesn’t answer right away, and I begin to really freak out. “You’re angry with me.”
“I’m not angry.” He turns his face to mine. “You seriously don’t know, Sadie?”
I lean on my elbow and boldly trace his collarbone with my fingers. “Are you saying you like when I touch you too much?”
“Yes,” he hisses and then reaches for my hand, stopping what I’m doing.
“I like touching you. As a matter of fact, I think about touching you constantly.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s the truth.”
“Because it’s taking every bit of self-restraint I have to remain on my side of the bed.”
“Well, I have none left.”
I roll on top of him, bringing my face inches from his. I can feel his accelerated heartbeat, I can hear his sharp intake of breath, and, most importantly, I can feel his erection pressing against my belly.
“We’re supposed to stay friends.”
“Why can’t we be friends with benefits?” I ask softly. “You have needs, I have needs.”
“You have your toys.”
“You can’t honestly believe my toys are anything like the real deal.”
“Sadie, you know this is a bad idea. You’re only saying all that because you’re drunk.”
I seriously didn’t expect him to put up so much of a fight, especially considering his body is more than on board with the idea. But there’s only so much begging I can do.
“I’m not drunk.” I slide off him. “But okay, I won’t ask again. Good night, Danny.”
I begin to turn, but he stops me, looping his arm around my waist and bringing me flush against his body once more.
“Forget good night,” he says right before he slants his lips over mine.
Oh my God. All nerves in my body short-circuit.
This is not a tentative kiss. It’s demanding, rough, intense, pure fire.
His tongue invades my mouth, claiming me in a way I never thought possible.
He pulls me on top of him again, and now that we’re really doing this, I don’t restrain myself.
I grind my hips against his erection, teasing him until he groans against my lips.
My borrowed T-shirt has bunched up, and the only barrier now between our bodies is the thin layers of our underwear.
His hands find their way to my hips, and with his fingers digging deep into my exposed skin, he takes control, setting the pace. The friction is hitting me in the right spot, making me see stars already.
“This is going to end really fast for me,” I murmur against his lips.
“Fuck.”
He rolls on top of me and drags his lips down my chin and neck while he plays with my tits through the T-shirt. I arch my back, an invitation for him to explore further. He pushes the fabric all the way up until my breasts are exposed.
“God, Sadie. You’re so beautiful.” He covers one of my nipples with his mouth, using his tongue to tease my sensitive bud mercilessly.
Moaning, I thread my fingers through his soft curls, something I’ve wanted to do since the first time I met him.
“Confess. You’ve been dreaming about my boobs for a while, haven’t you?”
He releases my nipple with a soft pop, then runs his tongue over it, leaving a trail of goose bumps over my skin.
“I only got a peek, but yeah, I’ve wanted to do this—” He bites me lightly. “—for a while.”
I take his hand and guide it between my legs. “Feel how wet I am, Danny. This is what you do to me.”
He forgets my tits for a moment and stares into my eyes while his fingers slide under my knickers and then find my clit. I gasp loudly.
“It’s your time to confess, Sadie. Have you fantasized about me doing this to you?” He sweeps his finger over my clit again, making my toes curl from pleasure.
“Yes.”
“What else have you fantasized about?” He places an openmouthed kiss on my neck.
“Your mouth everywhere on my body, your tongue inside me, claiming me.”
He makes a guttural sound in the back of his throat and leans back. “I want this gone.”
I lift my arms, allowing him to get rid of my T-shirt. Still maintaining eye contact, I trace the line of his boxers.
“You know what else I dreamed about?”
“What?” he asks in a low tone, thick with desire.
I push his underwear down, freeing his erection. He hisses when I curl my fingers around his shaft.
“I want to make a lollipop out of you, lick you clean.”
He reaches behind my head and grabs a handful of my hair to pull me to him. His lips crash over mine, furious and hungry. While he devours my mouth, I work his cock, sliding my hand up and down, feeling it grow even larger under my touch.
He ends the kiss abruptly and rests his forehead against mine, breathing heavily. “Sadie, I’m about to explode here. Tell me what you want.”
I might have fantasized about this moment, but I really didn’t plan a play-by-play scenario. Do I want Danny to come in my hand, my mouth, or inside me? Hmm, he can probably recover fast.
I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “I want to sixty-nine.”
I’ve never seen a guy react as fast as Danny does. He flips us over, so now he’s under me. I laugh at his enthusiasm.
“Shh. We don’t want to wake up the entire house.” He laughs.
“Sorry, I forgot.”
I jump off the bed to shimmy out of my knickers. Danny gets rid of his boxers equally fast.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I say in awe.
“No, you are.” He reaches over, taking my hand. “Come here.”
I kneel next to him on the mattress, lean down, and kiss him softly on the lips—or try to.
We’re both too horny for sweet kisses. Reluctantly, I ease back and straddle Danny, facing away from his mouth.
I’m glad it’s dark and I’m a little tipsy, because this position always made me self-conscious in the past.
But awkwardness has no place tonight. I’m too comfortable around Danny for that.
He grips my hips, bringing my pussy closer to his face.
I lick his shaft from bottom to top at the same time his tongue sweeps over my clit, making me moan like a kitten.
Holding the base, I bring his length into my mouth, not stopping until the head hits the back of my throat.
Danny sucks me harder in retaliation, and soon it becomes clear this is a competition to see who can make the other come first.
Bring it on, babe.
I alternate deep-throating him and licking the top of his cock while pumping him up and down with my hand.
With a grunt, he sucks my clit into his mouth, making me lose my focus for a second.
The bastard laughs, which only spurs me on.
I double my efforts, counting on victory when he grows harder in my mouth.
I didn’t bank on him bringing his game up to eleven.
When he penetrates me with his tongue, it shatters through the control I had over my own body.
The orgasm comes so swiftly and strongly that I have to stop what I’m doing and focus on keeping my legs from giving out. I let go of his erection and press my cheek against his thigh, curling my fingers around the sheet as the wave of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had levels me to the ground.
Only when the tremors subside do I remember about Danny. But when I look, his dick is hanging half limp, and there’s a whole mess of jizz around it.
Fuck. He came? When?
I roll over to the side and, leaning on my elbow, look at him. His eyes are closed, and there’s a stupid grin on his face. It still feels like I fucked up.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
He opens one eye. “About what?”
“I didn’t finish you off properly.”
He runs his fingers over the back of my legs. “I disagree.”
Of course he would. He’s a guy. He climaxed. He’d be happy about that. But I’m too much of a perfectionist to be satisfied with my performance.
I get out of bed and head for the bathroom, already thinking how I’m going to make up for it.