29 - Jess
Jess
The heavy oak front door slammed shut, and the last shred of civilized composure went right along with it.
Teeth clacked against teeth as Dane’s mouth crashed into mine, his hands bunching the fabric of my short jersey knit dress upward until it clustered around my waist. Glimpses of his private fortress flashed in my peripheral vision—polished charcoal concrete floors, industrial steel framing, a floor-to-ceiling fireplace mantel of rough, board-formed cement—but he occupied every available inch of my perception.
The guy did not navigate space; he dominated it.
A firm, downward shove on my shoulders sent me sprawling chest-first over the wide, flat backrest of an incredibly expensive tobacco-colored Italian leather sofa. The smooth hide felt cool against my bare stomach, but the drop to his knees behind me signaled an immediate spike in temperature.
Dane shoved his torso right between my thighs, forcing my legs apart into a wide, uncompromising V. His palms clamped onto the tops of my thighs, his fingers digging deep into the muscle as he pulled my hips back, lifting my ass high into the air.
"Still want to run your little focus group, Jess?" his voice rasped out, a tight, breathless growl that vibrated against the skin of my cheeks.
"You're lacking points for presentation," I panted, my fingers digging into the stitched seams of the leather cushion to ground myself. "A real fixer bides his time."
"I’ve been biding since the first second you stepped onto that elliptical," he muttered.
His face buried straight into the crotch of my gray cotton underwear.
The thin fabric offered zero protection.
Dane sucked the damp center of the cotton into his mouth, his tongue licking through the breathable weave with a broad, flat pressure that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to my clit.
I let out a choked gasp, my spine arching as the damp cotton became saturated with my own juices.
He bit down gently on the sensitive outer lips, the precise friction making my lower abdomen ache for something solid.
"Dane," the word broke from my throat, a ragged plea I immediately regretted.
"Yes?" His finger slid inward to stretch the fabric tight against my soaking slit, rubbing the friction right over my nub. "Tell me how the metrics look from down there."
"Screw you."
He laughed, a short, cocky sound against my skin. His fingers hooked into the waistband of the panties, a firm, ruthless yank tearing the cotton right off my ankles and tossing them onto the concrete floor.
Dane dove back in without the barrier, his tongue flicking directly onto my exposed clit, painting it with a thick, soaking wetness.
The sheer focus of it knocked the breath out of my lungs.
Then his hands moved lower, his thumbs on either side of my ass cheeks, spreading the fleshy mounds wide to expose the tight, unmapped pucker of my tight hole.
His warm breath sent a jolt of anticipation through me.
“This footwork’s a liability, babe.” The amusement in his voice was clouded with dark arousal that turned me on even more. “You’re gonna have to do better. I can’t worry about your legs giving in when I—”
The first slide of his tongue across my rim was shocking, a hot streak that made my hips twitch.
“Oh, fuck, Dane.”
He pressed his face deep into the crevice, his tongue flat and wet as he rimmed me with a driving, relentless pressure.
The suction against my tight hole sent a new sensation straight down my nerve endings.
It made my pussy ache with a deep, pulsing emptiness, the slick cream of my arousal dripping down his chin as he worked.
My hand left the leather backrest, sliding down between my own thighs to find my swollen clit.
My fingers circled the hard little knot while his tongue continued to swirl and press against my ass.
The dual friction was a revelation. Carter never would've looked at this part of me, let alone worshiped it with his mouth.
Brock, Hunter, and now Dane—they opened up a whole new landscape, exposing a woman who loved the unapologetic truth of her own pleasure.
"You're wet as fuck," he murmured, pulling back for a fraction of a second to look at the mess he made, his lips shiny with my arousal. He slid two fingers straight into my soaking pussy, pumping them deep while his tongue flattened out and dragged right back over my asshole.
The combination shattered the last line of my defense.
"Stop talking," I groaned, my fingers working my clit into a frantic, slippery blur.
The climax hit like a sudden internal collapse.
The muscles of my pussy clamped tight around his fingers, contracting in violent, uncontrollable waves that spilled more fluid over his hand.
My thighs shook against his shoulders as the orgasm rippled backward, sending a long, shuddering vibration straight through my anus while his tongue kept a firm, steady pressure against the center of the heat.
I collapsed onto the leather, my cheek pressed against the tobacco hide, listening to the loud, heavy sound of our combined breathing filling the quiet room.
Dane pulled his hand free with a slick, sucking sound, leaning over me to press a hot kiss to the back of my neck. "Round one goes to damage control," he whispered. "Ready for total asset management?"
“Are you?”
The dark Italian leather squeaked as my weight pivoted, turning my torso around until my knees sank into the plush cushion of the sofa.
Dane remained on the concrete floor, his broad shoulders squared, but the cocky tilt of his chin altered the second my fingers hooked into his belt loop.
A firm tug pulled him forward, his tailored slacks sliding down his thick thighs in a crumpled pile, exposing his thick, fully erect shaft standing proud against his lower belly.
He leaked a clear bead of pre-cum at the very tip, the dark purple head glistening in the dim amber light.
Seeing him exposed like this, at the mercy of my next move, sent a wave of liquid heat straight back into my recently spent core.
The psychological rush of holding a high-powered fixer’s control in the palm of my hand turned me on more than any physical touch could.
My fingers wrapped around the base of his length, feeling the thick, pulsing veins under the velvet skin.
My thumb dragged upward, collecting the slick drop from his slit and smearing it over the sensitive ridge.
Dane let out a ragged breath, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the leather cushion. "You're playing with fire, Jess."
"Then let's burn," my mouth dropped down, my lips parting to engulf the smooth head.
The heat of his skin against my tongue felt incredible, a solid, salty thickness that filled my cheeks.
My tongue swirled around the rim, tracing the contour before my throat opened, swallowing him halfway down.
A tight squeeze of my lips created a tight suction as my head glided along the shaft, my hand following the movement to massage his heavy testicles.
My fingers gently cupped and rolled the soft, sensitive skin of his balls, earning a sharp hitch in his chest.
He leaned his weight into the couch, his breathing turning into a series of dirty, whispered curses. "Fuck, Jess. Use that tongue. Swirl it around the tip."
The instruction only fueled the fire. My mouth slid down to the absolute base, the musk of his skin coating my throat as my tongue flicked against the sensitive seam on the underside of his shaft.
The physical reaction inside my own body manifested as a tight, clenching ache in my pussy, my own juices leaking onto the leather below my shins.
Dane's hand found the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair with a sudden increase in pressure. "That's it. Go deeper. Take it all."
The hand in my hair met immediate resistance. My mouth popped off his shaft, leaving him glistening and shivering in the cool air. "Don't tell me what to do."
Dane blinked, the absolute audacity of the interruption freezing him mid-breath as he processed the empty space between his thighs.
Before his brain could formulate a counter-strategy, my tongue darted out, flicking the hyper-sensitive opening at the very tip of his head.
He gasped, and my mouth slammed back down, bypassing the gradual slide entirely.
My throat clamped down around the crown, swallowing the entire length until his pubic bone pressed hard against my lips.
A violent shudder ripped through Dane's torso.
His hips bucked automatically, but his hands locked onto the sofa to check the momentum, his knuckles straining against the hide as he fought to keep from spilling right then and there.
A shaky, breathless laugh fluttered out of him, his eyes dark with a mixture of shock and intense pleasure.
"You're... you're awfully talkative for someone with a dick in her mouth. "
The comment required an immediate penalty.
My mouth pulled upward slowly, but my front teeth parted just enough to lightly graze the sensitive skin along his shaft.
The deliberate, sharp friction made his thighs tremble.
As the head reached my lips, my mouth clamped tight around the crown, sucking with a fierce, concentrated force that drew a desperate groan from his lungs before my lips popped off the tip again.
Dane's fingers fisted into my hair, his legs visibly shaking as he struggled to maintain his balance on the floor. The supreme confidence of the boardroom lay shattered on his own living room rug. He looked up at me, unraveled, his breathing wrecked.
A slow, victorious smile curved my lips as I looked down at the way he trembled. "Want me to stop? Then shut me up."
The challenge accepted, Dane pushed up from the floor. A swift, sweeping lift brought my body into the air before hitting the deep cushions of the tobacco leather sofa.