13. Danny
13
DANNY
I t takes every single ounce of self-control that I have to stay in my bed and not storm into her room. I know she’s not asleep. I’m hoping she’s waiting for me, but I won’t be going to her tonight, no matter how much I want to.
Claiming her isn’t as simple as just telling her she’s mine. I tried that, and it didn’t work. Sure, I could probably bulldoze my way into her heart, but that’s not the way I want to claim her.
I need her to want me, and that won’t happen if I have to force her to accept my love. Last night when I slipped into her room and saw her belly down on the mattress, a vibrating wand positioned beneath her clit, and a thick dildo stuffed as deep as she could get it in her cunt, I’d hoped she’d put herself on display for me, wanting me to come and lend a helping hand.
When I pushed her own fingers away from the toy and started to fuck her with it, she had a chance to tell me to stop, but she didn’t say a word. She just took what I gave her and did what I told her to, and it was fucking glorious.
She loved how roughly I forced her to take that big plastic cock, and I can’t wait until I’m watching her cunt swallow my dick and not just a toy. I’m glad she’s not the type of girl who wants to be taken soft and sweet, because I know that’s not something I’m capable of all the time. There’s a time for gentle and loving, but there’s also a time to be fucked hard and left wet and limp, and I’m guessing that’s exactly how my girl will want it most of the time.
The moment she’s fully mine, I’m going to fuck her to within an inch of her life, and I won’t stop until she’s a sopping mess, her cunt too sore and full of my cum to take me again. I’ve never considered myself a greedy person, but I know I will be for her. I’ll always want more, and I’ll take it, because I have a feeling she’ll be just as desperate as I am.
But no matter how eager I am to see what kind of a show she’s putting on for me right now, I decided after I woke up alone this morning that I wouldn’t be going to her again tonight. I might be claiming the nighttime hours as mine, but I want her to crave me, to wish I was there, and that’ll only happen when she understands how dark each night is without me.
I almost crack when I hear the low thrum of vibration coming from the room behind my head, but instead, I grab my dick and squeeze, stifling my own reaction as I listen to her come once, then again.
If she were anyone else, I’d think her release sounded sexily perfect, but I’ve heard Parker come more than once now. I know how loudly she screams, have seen the way her gorgeous, lush body writhes when she has a full-body orgasm, and the two halfhearted panting whines that just echoed through the wall sounded pitiful in comparison to her having a true release.
I fall asleep hopeful and smiling, and when I wake up late, a remembered grin stretches straight across my lips the moment I think about her needy and annoyed that I wasn’t there.
The lingering, resentful part of me, who is angry that she rejected me, is glad that she’s as frustrated and unsatisfied as I am, but I know that if I allow her to get too needy, it’ll ruin everything.
Today is Wednesday, and I’m not back on shift until Saturday, so I have three more nights to lay the groundwork of making her mine, and three days to figure out how to make sure the nights still belong to me even when I’m not here.
Slipping out of bed, I stand up straight and do a full-body stretch. Deciding that I need to run, I pull on running shorts and a wicking T-shirt, then put on socks and my running shoes before I head next door to see if Anders wants to join me.
“Hey,” I say when he opens the door.
“Hey.”
“You want to go on a run?” I ask.
“Sure,” he says, pushing the door wide and turning to head back inside. Following him in, I linger in the kitchen, pouring myself half a cup of coffee from the pot while I wait for Anders to change.
He comes back down a few minutes later, dressed similarly to me and scowling at the cell in his hand.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“Fucking brat,” he growls almost to himself before he drops the cell onto the couch and storms to the front door. “We running?”
Following him outside, we walk up the hill to the ranch, then once we’re warm, we start to run. We don’t speak much for the next hour as we run side by side along the trail that leads through a bank of trees that are so tall it feels like you’ve shrunk to the size of an ant as you navigate your way through them. Most of the trails don’t naturally circle back, but instead one track leads into the next, then into the next as they wind through the tens of thousands of acres Hal’s ranch covers.
I usually run until I hit the vista that looks out toward the mountain lakes in the distance, then I turn around and run back. Today though, I pause, marveling at the morning sunlight sparkling off the blue water of the lake below us.
There’s something about living here among all this beauty that I find oddly humbling. The majestic views never fail to pull me out of my melancholy and remind me how grateful I am to be here in this life.
Anders is panting more than usual when he slows to a stop beside me. We regularly run together, so I know it’s not the distance or pace that has him grumbling and scowling.
“Want to tell me what has you in a snit this morning?” I question.
“I’m fine,” he growls.
“Sure, you are. Did something happen with Henry? Does he have a boyfriend?”
“No,” Anders snaps angrily.
“So, have you spoken to him since he refused to let you drive him home the other night?” I ask.
“Fucking brat. Stubborn boy should have let me drive him, but instead he insisted on riding the bus. Does he even know how dangerous public transport can be?” Anders grumbles almost to himself.
“Is he pissed at you for calling him a brat?” I question with a smirk.
“I haven’t spoken to him.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because we’re not friends or anything more. I’m too old for him.”
“He’s not a kid, he’s twenty-two, and you’re only thirty-five.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway, I don’t even have his number. I’ll probably never speak to him again,” Anders snaps, turning and sprinting off back the way we came.
He storms into his house, slamming the door shut behind him the moment we get home, and I don’t follow him. I have enough of my own relationship drama to sort out without getting involved with his. Although if Parks leaves her cell lying around, I might get Henry’s number off it for him for when he decides to pull his head out of his ass and go get his man.
Once I’m showered and dressed in basketball shorts and a T-shirt, I pause on the threshold of Parker’s room, only long enough to tell my conscience to go fuck itself before I open the door and slip inside.
I am absolutely invading her personal space and privacy by being in here, but honestly, I don’t care. What’s mine is hers, and at some point, I intend for the same to apply to her, so really, I’m just cashing in on the sentiment a little early.
Zeroing in on her closet, I head there first, opening the door and inhaling deeply as her unique scent fills my nose. I honestly assumed girls just all kind of smelled the same until her. Parker smells like Parker—rich coffee with a hint of chocolate and vanilla. Stepping into the small space, I spot her dresser and immediately open the top drawer, sifting through her underwear and trying not to envision how she’d look wearing any of the lace and satiny things.
Closing the first drawer, I move to the next, then the next, searching and failing to find her sex toy collection. After quickly looking for a box or anything that looks like it could hold dildos and vibrators, I eventually give up and head across the room.
The moment my eyes land on the bedside dresser Parker brought with her from her old apartment, I want to smack myself for not realizing that’s the first place I should have looked. Sitting down on the edge of her bed, I open the first drawer, then immediately close it again after seeing that it’s full of cables, hair ties, and other random things. The second drawer has a hairdryer, a book, and some bits of paperwork. I hit the jackpot when I open the bottom drawer.
It’s full to the top with what can only be called a collection of cocks. There must be fifteen dildos and vibrators in a selection of colors, sizes, and forms ranging from average human male-sized right up to something that looks like it comes from a monster movie, only the toy is a bright cotton candy color that somehow lessens how fucking big and weird it is. Among the schlongs is a smorgasbord of bullets, ticklers, and a few toys that I honestly have no idea what they do. A wide smile spreads across my face when I pull open a velvet bag and tip a series of metal bejeweled butt plugs into my lap. They range in size from small right up to broad enough to prepare a tight hole to take something thick and hard.
“My girl likes anal,” I whisper reverently to myself as a wide, smug grin slips across my face.
I spend a few minutes picking up the toys I don’t recognize and turning them on to figure out what each of them does. At the very bottom of the drawer, I find a leather paddle, and my dick hardens so much I have to squeeze myself tightly enough to hurt, just so I don’t end up blowing my load all over her sex toy collection.
I’m slightly disgusted with myself when I honestly consider rubbing my cum all over the toys so that the next time she uses them, she’ll be fucking herself and pushing something of me into her when she does. Knowing that I need to leave before I cross a line, I put everything back where I found it, close the drawer, then smooth down the sheets on her bed so she won’t know that I’ve been here.
The afternoon passes quickly as I try to decide if I should go to her tonight or leave her to stew alone again. Before I make a decision, the door opens and she slips into the house.
“Hey,” I call from the kitchen where I’m chopping veggies for the simple stir-fry I’d planned to make for dinner.
“Hey,” she says, toeing off her sneakers before she disappears upstairs.
A pang of disappointment hits as I watch her leave. If she were truly mine, I’d insist that she kiss me the moment she walks through the door. I’d probably help her strip out of her work clothes, then join her in the shower, eating her pussy as an appetizer to sate the desperate need I’d been managing all day.
Instead, I keep chopping, imagining the way the water would cling to her big, full tits. A flash of how she’d look pregnant—her breasts full of milk, drops dripping from her nipples ready for me to lick away flashes into my mind. I imagine how her lush curves would look if her belly were rounded with my kid, how I could make her beg for my cock when her needy pussy was desperate for me to make her come.
Jesus. I’ve never had a fantasy that involved a pregnant woman before. The idea of having a kid usually scares the hell out of me, but if I got Parker pregnant, she’d always be mine. We’d be tied together for the rest of our lives.
Nope, nope, no. I can wait to knock her up, because I want her to want it. I want her to beg me to put a baby in her, and she will, one day, hopefully soon. But for now, all I need is her.
Thirty minutes later, she pads back downstairs in a cotton romper that is fucking cock-nip. The fabric clings to her tits and ass in a way that should be indecent, but it’s the way the seam slips tantalizingly between her legs that has me desperate to follow it with my tongue.
If she’s wearing underwear, it must be tiny because my eyes search every inch of her ass, pussy, and waist, looking for anything to hint that she’s not naked beneath the suit, and find nothing.
The romper has long sleeves, a deep V-shaped neckline that’s fastened with snaps—that I’m confident I could rip open in seconds—and ends in shorts that hit mid-deliciously thick thighs. I’m not sure if the outfit is pajamas or what, but I fucking love it.
“Dinner will be done in a couple of minutes; I’m doing satay stir-fry.”
“Yum. Do you need me to do anything?” she asks, her tone and expression relaxed and completely oblivious to my desperate, horny need.
“Is that”—I wave my hand that’s holding the spatula up and down—“PJ’s?” I question, planning to burn the outfit despite how much I love it, if she even suggests wearing it where anyone else but me could see her in it.
“Yeah, it’s fun, isn’t it?” she says, smiling as she glances down at herself.
“So fun,” I agree. “I’ve got this. Sit, relax,” I tell her, needing a minute to convince my dick to calm the fuck down.
Instead of heading for the couch, she bends over the coffee table, her attention on something close to the ground, but I have no idea what because my eyes land on her ass and refuse to move.
The romper has pulled up as she’s bent, and the seam is now firmly wedged between her full ass cheeks, the thin fabric confirming very clearly that she’s absolutely naked beneath. A low, feral growl slips from my mouth, and she turns her head to look at me.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” she says.
“I didn’t say anything,” I grumble, adding some noodles into the pan and forcing my attention into coating everything in the rich peanut sauce.
Dropping her head again, her peachy ass sways from side to side as she looks for something. The only way her outfit could get any better was if it had a drop seat that I could unfasten, so my dick could be inside of her while she was still wearing it. Maybe I’d unfasten it and spank her ass pink for being such a fucking tease too.
While I conjure up all the ways I can defile her in that outfit, she stays completely oblivious to my lusty thoughts. When she finds whatever it was she was looking for, she flops down onto the couch, lifting her feet and propping them on the edge of the coffee table.
I have a small dining table, but honestly, since I’ve been living here alone, I’ve never really bothered to use it. Before Parks moved in, I mainly ate on my lap while I gamed with her, so it makes sense that she’d assume that’s just my routine.
A part of me wants to set the table with silverware and a candle, but that doesn’t seem like a friend thing to do. Once she’s accepted that she’s mine, I’ll do that every night before I have her for dessert.
Splitting the food between two plates, I carry them over to the couch, handing one to her before I place mine on the coffee table and head back into the kitchen for silverware and drinks. Grabbing a beer for each of us out of the refrigerator, I lower myself down beside her on the couch.
Deliberately manspreading, I lift my plate onto my lap and rest my knee against hers. A part of me expects her to pull away, but instead, she passes me a controller and turns on the console. For the first time since she stepped into the arrivals lounge at the airport, I spend time with the girl who became my best friend before I ever saw her in person.
We game and chat and laugh and kill things, and it’s fucking awesome. Being with her like this is fun and flirty, but there’s none of the awkwardness that’s kept us at separate ends of the couch until now.
It’s after eleven p.m. when she checks the time on her cell. “I have to go to bed,” she says, lifting both of her arms into the air and stretching.
The action lifts her tits, and as I watch, her nipples poke through the fabric of the romper, giving me a delicious sight that makes my already hard dick pulse as it tries to thicken even further.
My balls ache from the semi-constant state of arousal I’ve been in for the last week. I know I should take matters into my own hands, but the idea of jerking off holds zero appeal. I don’t want to make myself come; I want to come for her. In her. On her. Because of her, and she’s not there yet.
“You go get some sleep. I’ll clean up down here,” I tell her, knowing that I fully plan to go to her tonight despite my resolve to make her crave me.
“No, you cooked, I’ll clean up.”
“Okay, I’ll lock up,” I say, watching her expression falter. Clearly she didn’t expect me to take her up on her offer, but I want to keep her on the back foot, not able to anticipate what I’ll do. If letting her load the dishwasher throws her, then I doubt she’ll be expecting me to become a midnight visitor tonight.
Flipping the deadlock on the front door, I head upstairs and straight into my bedroom. Ignoring the bed and the wall that divides mine and Parker’s rooms, I head straight for the shower, stripping out of my clothes and dropping them into the hamper. Stepping into the shower, I turn on the cold water, shuddering in shock as the freezing torrent lands on my head. It doesn’t take long until I’m cold enough to crank the temperature up, and within moments the warmth feels like it heats me slowly from the outside in.
Despite the cold water, my dick is still hard, but I don’t even wrap my fingers around my length, only touching myself perfunctorily as I wash. Once I’m clean, I step out of the shower and grab a towel, wiping away the droplets of water that cling to my skin.
Padding naked into the bedroom, I open my dresser, pull on a pair of loose shorts, then flop down onto the bed. Pressing my head to the wall, I listen for any sounds of Parker in her room, but it’s quiet and still.
I hear the stairs creaking ten minutes later, and then all manner of noises come from the room behind me. She’s only lived here for a few days, but I can already see a pattern starting to emerge in her bedtime behavior. She gets into bed and messes around on her cell for a while, then she tries to sleep but rarely can. Eventually she must decide that a good old-fashioned orgasm is the only way she’ll get to sleep and picks one of her toys to help her.
Tonight I listen, recognizing the sounds as they happen. The creak of the bed. The low muted sounds of videos on social media, the computerized chirping of the farming game she’s playing, then the sounds of her frustrated huff as she turns from one side to the other, trying and failing to get comfortable enough to sleep.
Once again, I thank God for thin walls, because I hear when she slides open her bedside drawer. Until today, I hadn’t recognized that sound, but now I visualize her staring into that drawer of depraved fun and wonder what she’s picking.
Does she want to simply get off as quickly as possible, or does she want to drag out her pleasure? Does she want to feel her release in the morning or maybe start the prep for a longer game that’ll stretch over a few days?
Will she pull out that paddle and add a little pain to her pleasure, or is she searching for something sweet tonight?
Giving her some time to start whatever it is she has planned, I wait, listening for the telltale sound of a vibrator, but it stays silent.
Unable to hold myself back any longer, I slip out of bed and pad barefoot out of my bedroom, across the landing, and to her door. Reaching for the handle, I curl my fingers around it and twist, silently opening the door and stepping inside.
Unlike the last two times I’ve done this, her legs are spread, but she’s not full of a toy. Instead, I’m greeted by the sight of my girl with her fingers buried inside of her while the toy she has that flicks and sucks is positioned over her clit.
Her eyes are closed, but she pauses the moment I step fully into the room like she senses I’m here, even though she can’t see me. For a second, I freeze. The nights I’ve come in here before, I’ve either watched her play with a toy or used the toy on her, but I haven’t touched her.
Before I even make a conscious choice to move, I’m climbing up from the bottom of the bed and kneeling between her thighs. Her fingers are still inside of her, the action spreading her pussy lips wide and giving me the most erotic view. Seeing her full of a toy was sexy as fuck, but knowing that she’s fingering herself is imminently hotter.
My mouth waters with the need to taste her, but I force myself to stay where I am. I have two options here. I can take her hand off the toy torturing her clit and then watch while her fingers sink in and out of her wetness, or I can pull her fingers out, lick them clean, then replace them with my own.
My hand is on hers before I even realize I’ve made a choice. Dragging her arm back, I watch as her wet cunt spreads while her fingers slip free. Holding her wrist, I lean in and pull her hand to my mouth at the same time.
Parting my lips to taste her skin, her eyes snap open, and our gazes lock. For a split second, I wonder if she’ll tell me no, but instead she stares at me as I bring her hand to my mouth and suck her two fingers between my lips.
The taste of her arousal on her fingers is fucking delicious, and I suck every drop off her skin before I place her hand on her tit and then reluctantly release her. Forcing myself to look away from her eyes, I drop my gaze to her needy cunt.
She’s wet, the evidence of her arousal glistening in the moonlight. Running one finger first, then two through her folds, I coat my skin in her wetness, then pause when my fingertips push against her entrance.
I give her another chance to say no, but when she doesn’t, I part her folds and push two fingers deep inside her.
Her raspy moan sounds like a fucking serenade as it slips from her lips. Not stopping until my palm is pressed against her mound, I keep my fingers unmoving inside of her until her hips become restless and her muscles clench and relax around me.
At the back of my mind, I consider adding a third finger to her core, then just keeping her stretched and full of me while her toy does all the work, but the need to feel her body react to me is more than I can resist.
Pushing in a little deeper, I hold for a second, then pull back and push forward again. Her hot cunt drags me back inside like it’s welcoming me home, and I have to bite my lip to stop my own moan from breaking free.
Pushing in and out, I fuck her with my fingers until my hand is soaked, and her moans are loud and unrestrained. The toy she had on her clit falls to the side, forgotten, but I pick it up, parting her pussy lips with my fingers and positioning it directly over her swollen clit.
“Keep it there. If it falls again, I’ll stop,” I growl.
Her hand covers mine, and I smile, sliding my fingers free and leaving her holding the toy in position. Fucking her fast, then slow, I build her up, then force her down, edging her until her chest is heaving and the darkness is filled with the sounds of her frustrated cries.
She wasn’t lying when she told me she was loud, and I fucking love it. She’s so wet, my whole hand is soaked, and I know it won’t take much to make her come, but I’m not ready for this to be over yet.
Clearly the toy on her clit isn’t doing anything to help tip her over the edge, but when I curl my fingers inside of her, she lets out a mewling moan that makes a surge of precum trickle from the end of my cock.
Knowing that I need to let her come, I fuck her hard and fast with my fingers, searching for her G-spot and rubbing it until she comes on a garbled scream. Her body tightens until her cunt is gripping my fingers, and a surge of fresh, hot arousal soaks my palm.
Pushing the toy from her clit, I find it with my finger and thumb and rub and pinch until she comes a second time. At the sound of my name on her lips, hot cum bursts from the end of my cock, and I come in my pants like a fucking kid.
While she’s still lost to her release, I drag my fingers out of her cunt and suck them into my mouth, then I push them into my shorts, wrap my hand around my cum-soaked cock, and coat my fingers in my own release.
Pulling my hand out of my shorts, I wait for her to open her eyes, then I paint her lips with my cum, leaving her with a little of me before I lean forward and press a soft kiss against her cheek.
Leaving her is quite possibly the hardest thing I’ve ever done.