17. Danny
17
DANNY
T he heat of her hot, wet cunt sucks my dick in like it’s welcoming me home. The play with the toy has stretched her enough that she can take me with ease, and I don’t worry about hurting her because she’s so wet. I can feel her arousal dripping onto my balls.
I don’t know what changed or why she’s here, but I’ll give her anything she wants. I’m hers, and I have been since the moment I hit the like button on the very first picture I saw of her. Finally sliding my cock into her feels like truly coming home, and I have no idea how I’ll survive if this is all a dream.
Holding her leg up, I roll my hips, grinding my dick into her while she stares at me like she’s as confused about how this happened as I am.
Leaning down, I find her lips with mine and kiss her like she belongs to me while I fuck her slowly, sweetly, and possessively. My dick’s perpetually hard around her, but the longer I’m inside of her, the more blood rushes to my cock, and I can feel myself stiffening until I’m worried I’m going to blow my load and make her think I’m a two-pump chump.
Palming one of her breasts with my hand, I toy with her nipple, pinching the tip while she gasps and pants into my mouth.
“Harder,” she rasps.
Squeezing her nipple tighter, I pinch and tug at the same time, watching her tips pebble to hardened peaks.
“Fuck,” she gasps.
Dragging myself away from her lips, I take her nipple into my mouth, scraping my teeth over the sensitive peak before I suck hard enough to make her gasp.
“Oh god, Danny,” she pants.
Her name on my lips makes me want to lose control, and I slam into her once, twice, then force myself to slow my pace. I wasn’t gentle with the toy in her bedroom. I don’t want to hurt her, even though the desire to fuck her until she’s begging me to stop, or carry on, or make her come burns inside of me.
Her plaintive whimper slams into me, and I stop moving, worried that I’ve been too rough.
“Don’t stop,” she shrieks, her eyes wide and glassy. “Fuck me, Danny. I need you to fuck me.”
Her own desperation is clear, and it curls around mine and forces me to lose control. Instead of measured, rolling thrusts, I slam into her with the sole intent of making her scream, and she does.
The sound splinters the air, bouncing around the room and coating both of us in her depraved desire. I fuck her hard and deep, pushing her other knee to her chest, pinning her in place while I drive my cock into her core until her whole body is moving up the bed with each thrust.
“More,” she taunts, begging me to ruin her as tears spill from her eyes. “I need to come, please make me come.”
Roughly grabbing her tits, I squeeze them together and bite at the skin, marking her up like she’s my property to use as I please. I’m not sure if it’s the edge of pain that trips her over the precipice, but she free falls into a whole-body orgasm that I feel down to my core. Her cunt tightens, then ripples, as waves of pleasure detonate inside of her, squeezing my dick until the cum is literally milked out of me. I fuck my release into her, wanting to fill her up the way I filled her throat, and she takes all of me, gripping me so tightly that it feels like her body wants to keep all of me inside of her.
The moment my tense muscles start to relax, I roll us, pulling her on top of me with my dick still inside of her. I’m starting to go soft, and she’s so wet and full that my cum and her cream is literally dripping out of her, but I don’t care. I don’t want to risk this being over if I slip out of her body.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” Parker chants, her voice hoarse and shocked.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” she says, her body plastered limply on top of me. “I’m heavy. I need to move.”
“I like you just where you are,” I say, clamping a heavy arm over her back and keeping her in place.
“I’m…” Her nose wrinkles. “Dripping.”
“Good, that means I got you nice and full.”
“You’re going to be sleeping in a wet spot.” She grimaces.
“I don’t care.”
“We should clean up.”
“You can suck our cum off my dick, but that’s about as clean as we’re going to get tonight,” I growl.
“Danny,” she says on a shocked exhale.
I can’t help it, I laugh. “Baby, thirty minutes ago, you were throat-fucking a dildo that you’d been riding moments before, don’t make out that you cleaning our cum with your mouth is scandalizing.”
“Danny,” she scolds.
“The more you protest, the more I think you actually want to do it. You already showed me how much you love to suck dick. Is my greedy little cum slut needy for some more?” Lifting her up, I let my dick slip free with a wet pop. “Go show me how good we taste.”
For a moment, she falters, and I wonder if I’ve taken things too far, but then she inhales a shaky breath that I don’t think is because she’s cold or nervous.
“Get that mouth around my dick, Parks,” I say, making it an order.
Shuffling down the bed, she lays down between my spread legs and wraps her fingers around the base of my semi-hard cock. If she keeps looking at me the way she is now, it won’t take long for me to get hard again, but right now, I don’t care.
“Now, Parks, I want to watch my little cum slut suck me clean.”
Opening her mouth, she swallows me whole, sucking and licking our combined arousal from my dick. After a minute, the sucking starts to slow, and I expect her to stop, but instead she rests her head on my thigh and keeps softly sucking, not trying to make me cum, just holding me in her mouth.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I groan, reaching down and resting a hand against her head.
I don’t know when it happens, but I fall asleep with my girl’s mouth on my cock and my hand buried in her hair.
I wake up alone. The sun is high in the sky, and I know it’s late enough that Parker will have left for work hours ago. Annoyance that she didn’t bother to wake me needles at my mind, but I force myself to ignore it. I feel like I slept heavily last night. Coming twice in less than thirty minutes will do that to a man. So will having the woman he loves sucking on his dick like it’s her favorite treat and a pacifier all in one.
I’m not sure if dick sucking without the intent of making a man come is a thing, but I don’t care, it was fucking amazing, and I really hope it wasn’t just a one-time thing. I might have told her to do it, but Parker isn’t the type of woman to ever do something she doesn’t like or didn’t want to do. She enjoyed it just as much as I did.
Forcing myself out of bed, I glance around my room, searching for any sign of her, even though I know there won’t be any. She was naked when she came to me last night, and all of her stuff is next door.
My legs feel heavy as I make my way into the bathroom and take a shower. Washing away the scent of sex and Parker feels wrong, but I’m more hopeful than I’ve ever been that last night won’t be the only time I have her in my bed.
Once I’m clean and dressed, I go to her bedroom. The toy we played with last night isn’t on the floor where I dropped it, so I open her bedside cabinet and find it inside. Grabbing it, I head back into my own room and drag the lock box from beneath the bed. Opening it, I drop the dildo inside and decide what to leave her for tonight.
If I can convince her to come straight to my bed instead of going to her own, then I plan to keep her too full of my dick to need any toys. If not, then I’ll leave her something to get her warmed up, but I’ll make myself the main show.
Grabbing a small butt plug and the clit-flicking toy that looks a little like a rose, I drop them on the bed beside me, adding a bottle of lube to the pile. Writing her another Post-it Note, I push the lockbox back under my bed, pick everything up, and carry it into her room. Putting the toys I want her to use tonight into the drawer in her cabinet, I place the note on top, close the drawer, then leave her room and head downstairs.
Today is my last full day off shift. I have to report for work at seven a.m., and I’ll be away for the next four days. Everything between us is so unsettled that I worry that the time apart will ruin all of the progress I’ve made.
My plan had been to leave her daily toy packages with instructions on how I wanted her to use them, but now I’m not so sure that’s a good idea. I don’t want her getting herself off with a toy, I want her craving my dick, fingers, and tongue.
There’s a pot of coffee on the warmer, and I grab a mug and pour myself a cup. Exhaling wearily, I sit down on the couch and try to decide what to do. Her coming to me last night feels like a turning point, but with the whole day for her to rethink things, everything could change by the time she gets home later.
Abandoning my coffee, I shove my feet into sneakers, grab my car keys, and storm outside. I spend the entire drive to town trying to decide how to play this, but by the time I pull to a stop outside the auto shop, all I can think is find, claim, own.
I spot her bent over the engine of a car the moment I slip out of the driver’s seat. I’m not sure I even close my car door before I’m stalking toward her, grabbing her hips, spinning her to face me, and kissing her like she’s the antidote to everything that’s wrong with the world.
She stays frozen for a second but slowly lifts her arms around my neck and kisses me back. Her movements are tentative, but she’s responding and not acting like I’m a madman who’s assaulting her in the street, so that must be a good thing. Right?
When my body has calmed and my desperation has lessened to a simmer rather than an insistent clawing urge, I slowly pull back, reluctantly separating my lips from hers.
“Danny?” My name is a question that I don’t really know how to answer.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I whisper, flashing her a wide, practiced smile.
“Seriously?” she says, her brows arching as she pushes away from me and takes a step back.
“What’s the matter?” I ask, confused.
“What are you doing here?” she hisses.
“I came to say good morning.”
“So, send me a text,” she whisper-yells, “I’m at work.”
“So? Penn and Bay don’t care.”
“You can’t kiss me like that here,” she says, her eyes wide.
“The fuck I can’t,” I growl, my own anger rising obstinately.
“Danny.”
Before she has a chance to say anything else, I grab her wrist and strongarm her out of the shop and into the break room. The moment I close the door behind us, she wrenches herself free and takes a step back.
“What the fuck’s going on?” I ask, my confusion morphing into anger because the way she’s behaving feels like she’s rejecting me all over again.
“You can’t kiss me like we’re five seconds away from fucking when I’m at work,” she snaps, her tone sounding as angry as mine.
“Why not? Are you hoping to use this place to find dates?” I growl.
“What?”
“Are you mine, or not?” I know I should not be asking this right now, but I can’t help myself.
“Are you serious?” she asks incredulously.
“Deadly. I fucked you until you were a fucking wet noodle last night, and now you don’t want me to kiss you. So, answer the damn question, Parker. Are. You. Mine?”
Her mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out. Her eyes are imploring me to see something, but I have no fucking clue what she’s trying to say. Parker Cox is a fucking enigma to me. I never have any idea what she’s thinking, and I’m more confused now than ever before.
Last night felt like it changed everything. She wanted me. She came to me. I fucked her bare and hard and raw, and she came so hard I thought she might pass out. She sucked my dick until I fell asleep.
I assumed that she slept with me, but maybe she didn’t. Maybe that assumption just made an ass out of me. Maybe she slipped from my bed and left me when I thought she’d curled up beside me.
Maybe I’m a fucking idiot who can’t take a hint.
When long moments pass and she still doesn’t speak, I nod my head once. “Got it,” I say, my tone cold. “I’ll see you later.”
Turning on my heel, I leave.