Chapter 11
Halle – Five Years Earlier
I need to leave. I need to get dressed and get out of here before I do something stupid.
Like fall for this hot hockey-playing boy.
But I can’t seem to move my feet. I lean over the side of the bed and grab for my sweater, shoving it through my arms and over my head before I make the mistake of looking back at Dane’s naked body.
It’s a glorious work of art. I stare at his impressive semi-hard length, salivating for the missed opportunity of tasting him on my tongue tonight. I sigh and, snapping back around, root around in search of my panties.
That’s when one muscled arm shoots out and secures me around my middle, tugging me back so I fall sideways against the mattress.
“Where are you going, Cherry? We have all night.”
I shake my head and try to push myself back up, but he squeezes me tighter, fingers splayed across my belly.
“I can’t… I’ve got to leave.” The words sound unconvincing even to my own ears.
Dane ignores my response. Instead, he nuzzles his mouth at my neck, his tongue drawing a wet path over the sensitive flesh there. I shiver at the touch, the sensation zinging down my spine and between my legs.
I can’t control the moan that escapes my mouth, and Dane chuckles low against my ear.
“Mm-hmm. That’s what I thought.”
Dane’s hand slides underneath my sweater and up my belly. His featherlight touch skims over my stomach and ribs, and then over the cup of my lacy bralette. I rarely wear anything but sports bras, but tonight I had wanted to feel sexy. And it had worked.
When his thumb circles my pebbled nipple, I ball the sheet in my fist, and that same needy moan tumbles past my parted lips. Wetness pools between my legs now, and an emptiness in my core demands to be rectified. It becomes a need I can barely contain.
My breath accelerates as he continues to circle and cup the swells of my breasts, his own moans becoming choppy and breathy. His now fully hard erection pokes hungrily at me from behind. I have an urgent desire to touch him, to feel his hardness in my hand, in my mouth.
While he continues to play with my nipples, I snake my hand over my hip and behind me, reaching for his dick.
When I curl my fingers around his taut, smooth skin and grip tight, a guttural groan surfaces from Dane’s chest. His breath fans across my hair and his response makes me grin proudly.
Slowly, I begin to stroke him in my hand, experimenting with the tempo and pressure, loving the weight of his girth in my palm.
Feeling braver with each moan he releases, I flip around to face him. Those steel-gray eyes are darker than I’ve seen them. I break our connection and glance down at his cock bobbing needily between his legs and drop my hand. He lets out a growl of disapproval.
Then I scoot down on my knees. There are blankets and sheets strewn around us to navigate but then I’m right where I want to be.
My face hovers over his bare stomach, which ripples as it flexes.
I find a light brown smattering of hair trailing from his belly button down to his groin and tentatively run the end of my fingertip along the path, then dip my tongue to follow that same trail.
I inhale the woodsy, musky scent of his body. Something inside me ignites from anticipation, my own need pulsing wildly at my core with every inch that my mouth gets closer to his straining erection.
Encircling him in my palm, I dip my head and swirl the tip of my tongue around the top of his crown. The action provokes a long, drawn-out groan from Dane’s lips.
“Ah, fuuuuck, Cherry.”
The honesty in his desire gives me the courage to continue my exploration of his insanely hot body. Centering myself between his open legs, my palms sweep along the inside of his thighs before I position his crown against my lips and then slowly draw him into my mouth.
The sound he makes is desperate, one that pleads for me to let him out of his misery.
I’m not sure what I’m doing or what to expect, but it’s not the salty taste of him or how wide I must stretch my lips to fit around his girth. Regardless of my inexperience, I must be doing it right because Dane’s whole body tightens and he exhales a shaky hiss of breath.
It emboldens me, and without any of the awkward hesitation from earlier, I give myself permission to suck him in and out of my mouth with fervor.
I may not do it with finesse, but as I draw him in and take him to the back of my throat, I feel his thickness swell impossibly more.
I peer up at him through my lashes and see his abs ripple when he props himself up on his elbows.
His gaze is almost pained when he reaches out and threads his fingers through my hair.
“You better stop now, Cherry, or things are going to get messy.”
I smile bashfully around his cock and swallow. He lets out a deep, shuttering breath.
“Ah, shit… yeah, I can’t…” He flops back against the pillow, nostrils flaring, and his grip tightens on my head. “I’m too close, Cherry. I’m gonna come.”
I’m painfully aware just how wet I am right now and the growing intensity of the throbbing presence between my legs. I know I’m in need of my own release but ignore it in favor of giving all my attention to Dane’s hard cock.
I hollow out my cheeks and suck him further back until he’s hitting the back of my throat. I swallow around his girth as I feel his legs tighten and abs contracting as the first wave of his release hits my mouth.
My eyes flutter open in panic. I breathe in deeply through my nose, my throat muscles working furiously to keep up with all he’s giving me. I taste his salty, earthy essence against my tongue, and it gives me a craving so strong I’m nearly blinded by it.
After Dane’s body has relaxed and he pants in exhaustion, I pull my mouth free and sit back on my heels.
I’m still in my bra and sweater, but my legs are bare and my panties are somewhere on the floor.
The slickness between my legs is apparent, and the way Dane stares at me with hunger sends a thrill down my spine. The growing ache inside me intensifies.
He props himself up on one elbow, his bicep flaunting with the flex of his muscle as a slow, satisfied smile stretches across his face.
“Well, that takes care of one of us, eh?”
He says nothing more as he pushes himself to his knees, completely unfazed over his state of nakedness. Like a jungle cat, he inches closer, and I tug at the hem of my sweater, nervously trying to pull it down to cover the clear evidence of my arousal.
But he pushes my hand to the side and wedges his fingers inside the gap in my thighs, the rough pads of his fingertips toying with my sensitive skin.
“Still need to leave?”
Dane’s dark eyes narrow on me, a knowing smile across his lips, and then his eyes drift down to where his hand rests. A nervous gasp escapes my mouth, and I bite the corner of my bottom lip, fighting back a lusty moan when he drags his fingers up the inside of my thigh.
I close my eyes and yield to his ministrations as his fingers search and find the wetness pooled along my skin. When his fingers part my slick folds, I collapse backward, knees pressing out as he begins to explore.
“Come here,” he instructs, pulling on one hand so I rise on my knees. “Put your hands on my shoulders. You’re gonna want to hold on.”
I lift my arms and wrap my hands behind his head, my fingertips grazing the soft hair at his nape.
The moment my hands lock together, his thumb slides deliciously through my wetness, circling my clit in a rhythm meant to send me flying to the moon.
My hips buck and grind madly into his hand, my body seeking friction by pressing into his palm. His chuckle is like warm liquid against my neck. A finger curls inside, then another, as they slide in and out of my body, which acts of its own accord.
I have a need to reach something I can’t define. Something big and out of this world. The sensation is overwhelming and so strong, like a riptide taking me out to sea, swirling and tossing me from side to side, sending me in a dizzying direction.
I dig my fingers into the back of his shoulder blades and score my nails over the taut skin, bringing my mouth against the front of his collarbone to bite down into his hot flesh as an orgasm the size of a hurricane rips through me.
I cry out, muffling the husky sound against his neck. As the pleasure subsides, the white stars behind my eyelids flickering out, I slump against his heated body. Dane’s arm snakes around my waist and carefully brings us back onto the mattress so he can spoon me as I languidly enjoy the afterglow.
It could be mere minutes or hours, but however long it is, the sensation created by him spooning me is as close to heaven as I’ve ever been. It’s like magic to be wrapped up in Dane’s arms.
“I don’t ever want to go,” I whisper so quietly that I don’t think he can hear me. Based on his response, though, he clearly does.
“I don’t want that either.” He places a kiss along the back of my neck. “Let’s stay this way forever and never let each other go.”