Chapter 21 #2
Beads of sweat drip down my spine, in spite of the cold air around us.
I lean in to kiss him, digging my teeth into his lip as I get closer and closer, hanging off the ledge until the tether snaps.
Bliss swarms me, the devastating orgasm spreading through me in pulses, and I clench around his fingers.
My sight goes blurry as I roll my eyes, shuddering through the pleasure until my pussy stops contracting around him.
Danny withdraws his fingers, and I can see them glistening from my wetness. Keeping his gaze locked on mine, he licks his fingers clean, the image so erotic I tremble again.
“Fuck me.”
Even though I just came, I need him more than ever, though it’s not just about pleasure. I want him to wash away the unwanted ghosts from the past. I need to feel him. I crave this moment of intimacy, to be together with him, as close as two bodies can be, skin to skin, heart to heart.
“Are you sure?” he asks, and, for a second, his voice goes back to the familiar gentleness. “I’m perfectly happy pleasuring you like this.”
“I’m sure.”
He kisses me for a brief instance before he pulls away from me, shifting our positions. Gently, he moves my body until I’m no longer on top of him but lying on the cold floor. He doesn’t remove my shirt, only lifting it enough to uncover my breasts and sucking on the hard nipples.
I bury my fingers in his hair, tugging on his scalp.
“Stop teasing,” I grit out.
Danny chuckles against my sensitive skin and nibbles on one of my nipples, stealing my voice.
“I’m not teasing, I’m enjoying you, baby,” he comments, defending himself.
“You’re my last meal on death row, Mabel.
I want to savor you,” he adds, kissing his way down my abdomen.
His light stubble prickles against my skin, raising goosebumps as he travels south.
“Every. Single. Bit.” He accentuates each word with a kiss.
When he reaches my unbuttoned pants, he presses his lips on my hips and hooks his fingers in the waistband of my jeans. His eyes search for mine and I nod, giving him permission
This time when he pulls my pants down, he takes my underwear with them, baring me completely for him at once.
Although, like before, he has to stop to remove my shoes, dropping them somewhere, I don’t care where.
For the first time, I’m entirely naked from the waist down for him, and I feel the urge to keep my knees together to preserve some shed of dignity.
“Don’t get shy around me now,” he begs, placing his hands on my knees. “Let me see you, please.”
There’s something in his voice; a twinge of vulnerability that makes me want to give him everything. So, I allow him to part my knees and settle between them. His hands caress my thighs, kneading the skin as he hisses like he can’t believe his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful. I’m truly not worthy of you.”
I shake my head.
“You are. Only you are worthy.”
Danny lets out a moan and unfastens his pants, lowering them to free his hard dick. A choked noise comes out of the back of my throat when I get a good look at him. He’s even bigger than I imagined.
Good lord, I might’ve overestimated my body and its abilities because how on earth will that fit inside me?
He seems to read my mind because he sketches a cocky grin.
“Don’t worry, I’ll stretch you out,” he promises, trailing a hand to my pussy where he wets his fingers and strokes his hard shaft, lubricating himself. It’s an erotic sight and, suddenly, I’m no longer worried. I’m just eager to feel him inside me.
He rubs my clit with his thumb, and I arch my back off the floor, giving in to the pleasure.
“Danny.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“Fuck me. Please.”
“Anything for you.”
Spreading my legs farther apart, he positions his dick on my clit, rubbing the sensitive spot with the tip a couple of times, preparing me and making me eager for him.
My inner walls clench around nothing, desperate to feel him.
I’ve never been good at waiting patiently for things, which makes me greedy and needy, but I can’t help it.
Slowly, I feel Danny’s dick at my entrance, and he crawls over me, placing his hands on the floor next to my head and kisses me.
I can barely focus on the kiss, sloppily licking his tongue when his dick begins to slide into me.
I wince when I stretch around him, and it stings a little. Not enough to hurt, but not precisely comfortable either. It’s not exactly an intrusion, I’ve given him the consent to do this, yet I can’t help the instinct to tense.
Danny stills his movements.
“Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”
I shake my head, closing my eyes as I breathe through my nose to calm down. While I’m trapped in a dark room illuminated by a tiny light, it doesn’t mean I can’t put a stop to this. I know Danny will stop if I say the word.
I’m safe with him.
In short huffs, I let out the air in my lungs.
I’m safe, I’m with Danny, I repeat like a mantra.
“I just need a moment, please.”
A minute until I get used to feeling him spreading me open, until the stretch is no longer uncomfortable, and I feel confident he can move without hurting me.
“I can pull out,” he offers.
My hands fly to his hips, keeping him in place as I say, “No. I just need to get used to your humongous dick.”
Danny snorts.
“Don’t make me laugh when I’m inside you and you don’t want me to move, please.”
This instance of silliness reminds me that this is Danny.
He’s the same guy who brought me green apple candy after finishing a big assignment. The same person with whom I share a lot of inside jokes. The man I’m in love with, who brings me comfort and joy, even in moments of terror.
When I open my eyes, his kind eyes meet my gaze, and I know I’ve never been safer than I am in his arms.
“I’m okay.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, keep moving, please.”
Slowly, Danny rocks his hips and drives himself an inch deeper into me, stealing a gasp from me when the head of his dick rubs a sensitive spot. Withdrawing a little to do it all over again, he begins to pick up the pace. Deep and slow, trembling whenever I inevitably clench around him.
“You feel so tight,” he grunts.
“How tight?”
“Deliciously tight. You’ll make me come too fast.”
“I want you to.”
A moan escapes me as I curve my body flush against his torso.
I’m overwhelmed by the rush of sensations blasting in my system.
The hot flares boiling under my skin clashing with the cold freezer air, the tightness in my lower abdomen, the slight sting mixed with new pleasure with each thrust. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails in his back, as he fucks me, faster and faster.
Through the blood pumping in my ears, I hear a combination of our pants and moans echoing in the freezer.
Skin slaps against skin, raw and naughty.
For a moment, we stop existing in this nightmare, linking together as one.
His heart rapidly beating against mine when his thrusts drive deeper into me.
Satisfaction stings behind my eyelids. I slide a hand between our bodies so I can rub my clit in tight, quick circles, pushing myself closer to the edge.
“Tell me you love me,” Danny asks.
I moan, on the brink of my orgasm.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“Again,” he pleads.
“I . . . lo . . . love you.” My voice breaks as I reach my climax, convulsing under him.
The pleasure blindsides me, white spots dancing in my vision as I clench around Danny’s hard dick. It’s almost too much to handle. I can’t stop shuddering as he fucks me through the orgasm, thrusting his hips, chasing his own pleasure.
“Mabel,” he groans my name, and it comes out shaky and desperate, like he can barely keep it together.
“I love you.”
He drops his head in the curve of my neck, his labored breathing brushing my skin as he pumps faster into me until he breaks apart, grunting.
His orgasm hits hard and fast, and I’m taken aback by the sensation of his dick pulsating inside me for what feels like forever, but it can’t be longer than a handful of seconds.
Danny melts over me, pressing me to the floor with his weight as he recovers. I can barely breathe, but I don’t dare to complain, afraid he’ll move away too soon when all I crave is to be in his arms.
“Holy shit,” he mumbles a minute later.
“From one to ten, I’d give you a ten,” I comment, using his rating system from our first encounter.
He cracks up, laughing as he kisses my temple.
“I love you.”
I hum with delight.
Slowly, almost as if he were scared of hurting me, Danny pulls out. A second later, I feel his seed dripping out of me.
“That’s so fucking hot,” he groans, staring between my legs.
Biting his bottom lip, he moves a hand to my pussy and shoves his fingers inside. He pumps them in two times, using our fluids as lube.
I shiver, both from the cold and the overwhelming sensations. I’m too sensitive to be touched right now.
“Should I stop?”
I nod. “Please. It’s too much.”
Immediately, without trying to even convince me to engage in something else with him, he stops. Because I asked him to.
A lump of emotions clogs my airways for a second.
Breathe.
And I do.
This moment couldn’t have been more perfect. Well, I can think of a few improvements, like preferably not while we’re in a near-death situation, but I wouldn’t change anything about him.
Having sex with Danny was the perfect real first-time experience.
It should feel awkward to get dressed afterward, but it doesn’t. It’s not like when we got caught by Carmen and had to rapidly pull clothes on our bodies. We take our time. Danny aids me, not because we have somewhere to be, but because it’s getting colder.
Now that our horniness has died down, it’s easier to tell the temperature has changed completely, dropping a few degrees since we got locked inside.
My blood-soaked shirt feels frigid. I’m sensitive to the cold; being from the Caribbean has ill prepared me for whenever temperatures change, and it sends a hint of worry to my brain.
Danny wraps an arm around my body, pulling me into a tight hug that spreads some warmth. We stay there, holding on to each other for a minute, maybe more. I pull him closer and focus on the sound of his heart beating until he laughs out of nowhere.
“What is it?” I ask, craning my head to look at him.
Danny shakes his head.
“Nothing. I just thought of a movie scene.”
That piques my interest. Although I talked a lot about movies during the duration of our friendship, it was rare for him to do so. I’m interested to know if it’s something he watched back then or if it’s something new.
“Anything I’ve watched?”
“Most definitely,” he confirms with a nod.
“Which one?”
He waves his hand dismissively. “It’s not really important.”
I frown a little.
Why is he suddenly being cagey about it? He’s not the type of person to get shy over something so trivial as a film.
“Danny.”
He presses his lips together, but caves in.
“I just thought that, after everything we’ve been through, all we’ve done . . .” He pauses and glances at me with a hint of the devil in his eyes. “Wouldn’t it be funny if I was the killer?”