CHAPTER 8 DANNY
The conveniences of this day and age are outstanding as we pull into the pickup area at a local grocery store. I figured I’d surprise her with bacon and donuts for breakfast and other essentials like whiskey and wine.
I pop open the trunk and the attendant tosses our bags in the back. “Thanks, Tracy,” she says, and I nudge Alexis.
“Have a great night!” she says, pretending to be my mother who paid for our groceries.
I’m lucky to have my support system with my family, minus my father, of course, and I want to provide that same stability in Alexis’s life. I’m beyond grateful for Gregory. Without him, she’d truly have nobody to trust in her circle—except for me.
And she will always have me. And now that we’re in this beautifully scenic town and have all this time together, I’m going to ask the question again.
This time, I’m actually going to ask…not suggest. This time, I’m going to make it count.
And this time, she’s going to say yes.
We make it home and put the groceries away, and then our eyes connect as we both know what time it is.
We have tonight plus four more nights here in this house. It’s just the two of us, and clearly we can get away with going out to dinner. Maybe tomorrow I’ll convince her to take a walk together in the sunshine.
It feels pretty damn good just to be normal.
But right now, I don’t want to be normal. I want to be naked with my cock buried inside her.
“Are you ready to fuck me?” she asks casually.
“I’ve been ready since the last time I fucked you,” I shoot back, and her eyes widen a little—the only outward sign that she’s affected by my words. “Now get your ass upstairs and get naked on the bed. I’ll be up shortly.”
She raises her brows, and then she turns quickly and scampers up the stairs.
I decide to raid the kitchen for…supplies for our sex.
I grab a cup and fill it with ice cubes, and I take the bottle of wine, too, which I uncork while I’m down here. I think about grabbing some other supplies—olive oil, maybe, or some cookies. Whipped cream.
But I don’t need any of that shit.
I also grab a kitchen towel to use as a blindfold.
I head upstairs, and much to my joy, I find her lying naked on the bed as requested.
My eyes heat as they fall onto her. How did I get so goddamn lucky? I set the cup and the bottle of wine on the nightstand then take the kitchen towel and hold it between my fingertips. “Close your eyes.”
She gives me a curious glance and purses her lips, but she does it. I tie the towel over her eyes, making sure she can’t see, and then I take one of the ice cubes out of the cup.
I start by running it along her collarbone and down to her nipple. It immediately hardens as she lets out an audible gasp.
I warm the other one with my lips as I keep moving the ice cube in circles around the tight bud, and then I switch sides, lavishing heat on the cold nipple with my mouth as I freeze the other side.
It’s hot and cold play, something we haven’t done before, and it’s sexy as hell listening to her sweet little gasps and moans.
I take my time with each nipple because time is finally on our side for once. I love her tits, and I could bury my face between them for the rest of the night.
My cock, however, has other plans.
It’s begging for escape as it pulses painfully in my jeans. I don’t know how much more of this I can take without giving it a stroke or two.
I force myself to hold it together as the ache intensifies. Once the ice cube is melted, I pick up the bottle of wine.
I splash a little onto her abdomen, and then I trail my lips down to lick it off. I trail my mouth back up to hers for a kiss, and she pulls back, still blindfolded.
“Pinot noir?” she guesses, and I chuckle.
I pull at her bottom lip and tip the bottle a little to give her a sip as a reward, and my lips are on her neck when she swallows.
I take a swig right from the bottle and set it on the nightstand again, and as fun as these props are, I’m ready to get to the main event. I kiss her again, our tongues tangling together with the cherry taste of the wine, and then I trail back down her body and toward her sweet, sweet cunt.
I tease her a little first, pushing her legs wider to give me more room.
I kiss her hip, her inner thigh, and her pubic bone.
I kiss the top of her pussy, and down each side, and then I find her clit with my tongue.
I flick my tongue back and forth over it before I suck on it, and her hips jerk at the feel of my mouth.
“Oh God, yes, Danny,” she murmurs, and her hands move into my hair as she holds my head down over her hot pussy. She writhes under me, and her sounds paired with her taste and her neediness nearly make me come.
I slip a finger inside her, and she’s so fucking wet for me. So ready.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You want me to fuck this cunt?”
“I want to suck your cock while you keep licking me,” she says, shocking the hell out of me.
A sixty-nine with Alexis Bodega? Have I died and gone to heaven?
I shift off her and race to give the woman what she wants. I yank my jeans and boxers off, getting naked in record time, and then I turn around and slide into place, resting a knee on either side of her head. I fist my cock, stroking it a few times, before I slide it down between her parted lips.
Oh fuck.
The feel of her mouth is pure ecstasy, and I can’t help but slide my hips down so she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.
That’s right.
I’m fucking Alexis Bodega, America’s sweetheart, pop princess who sings like a fucking canary, right in the mouth.
And it’s glorious.
I lean forward and align my mouth with her pussy, using one elbow for balance while I use my other hand to part the lips of her pussy.
I slide a finger in, and I lick her clit with rapid strokes.
She moans, the sound humming on my cock in her mouth, and she brings a hand up to circle a vice-like ring around my cock while she keeps sucking on me.
I slip out of her mouth to give her a second of recovery—or maybe it’s to give me a beat before I’m about to jizz in her mouth—and then I’m right back at it.
I add another finger and twist them, curling up toward her G-spot, and she screams with my cock in her mouth. I can’t help my grin as I keep fingering her, and I move my mouth to suck on her clit.
I shove my fingers in a little harder, and she starts to quiver.
I’ve got her right where I want her. I flick my tongue across her clit a few times, and she falls apart.
I don’t drag my cock out of her mouth, but I do let up a little to let her fly through her release.
As her pulses start to slow, I caress her pussy with my tongue, and then I pull back and start to really fuck her mouth.
She takes every last bit of me as I push into her mouth and pull back out, and she’s greedy as she sucks on me, taking me like a pro.
It’s not long before I lose it. Hell, I was about to lose it before we barely even started.
I’m about to pull out of her mouth to come, but she doesn’t let me, wrapping her arms around my waist and holding me in place.
Jesus. Has there ever been anything hotter in the history of sex? I think not.
I come with a loud growl, and she sucks down every last drop of me, swallowing before I even pull out of her mouth. Once I do, she keeps her fist around me, stroking me a few more times.
I can’t help a small laugh since my dick is so sensitive after that workout, and she lets go with a smile and a soft, breathless sigh.
It’s the kind of sigh of contentment I want to hear from her every single day for the rest of our lives.
And I’m hoping today is the start of it.