Chapter Twenty-Two Dane #2
‘Hey, gorgeous.’
Her smile widens, illuminating her whole face. ‘Hey.’
It’s late, and she’s dressed for bed, wearing an old t-shirt and her hair wrapped with a purple silk scarf. I’ve never been the possessive type but I feel a little jolt of pleasure shoot through me, seeing her so relaxed and comfortable in front of me.
Just me.
Nobody else gets to see her like this.
I like it more than I probably should.
‘I wasn’t expecting to hear from you tonight,’ she says. Her smile dims just a little and makes way for a look of concern. ‘Is everything all right?’
Nothing was ever wrong, but I still say, ‘Now it is.’
She rolls her eyes. ‘You can be so cheesy when you want to, you know that, right?’
‘They’re playing a drinking game,’ I tell her with a laugh. ‘Figured I probably didn’t want to hear some of the answers. I left right after “ never have I ever had sex in a public place ” and I realised Cash was looking at me guiltily.’
Eliott cackles. ‘Yeah, I can see why you’d leave.’ Her expression suddenly turns curious. ‘Have you, though?’
‘Believe it or not… No.’
The closest I’ve got was in the van with Eliott two weeks ago.
‘I don’t believe it actually.’
A quiet laugh ripples through me. ‘It’s true.’
She snorts and shakes her head. ‘Wow, don’t let anyone hear this. Your reputation will never recover. You’re practic-ally virginal.’
‘I don’t need my reputation to recover,’ I say with a nonchalant shrug. Not anymore, anyway. There’s only one person whose opinion I care about these days.
Eliott grins as she leans against her headboard. ‘Never took you for the shy type.’
Shy is definitely not a word I’ve ever used to describe myself. ‘It just never happened,’ I say with a shrug. ‘Maybe I’ve just been waiting for the right person.’
I pause for a moment.
The sun is cresting over a nearby hill and the laughter inside the house has dulled. Someone’s put on some mellow music.
‘I wish you were here with me right now, baby.’
Her expression softens. ‘What if I was?’
Four words.
Four simple words.
And they go straight to my dick.
‘Eliott…’ My voice is a low rasp.
She shifts again in her bed. ‘If I was there,’ she continues, either oblivious to the torture she’s currently putting me through, or just perfectly fine with it. ‘Would I be the right person?’
I swallow. ‘You’re the only person.’
She bites her lip, her gaze lowering for a second, almost out of reflex. ‘So tell me.’
My words choke in my throat. ‘Eliott…’
She drags a hand slowly down her chest, stopping to cup her breast. I watch as she palms at the soft skin through her shirt.
My dick twitches.
‘Tell me,’ she says again, her voice a quiet demand, and it’s one I can’t ignore.
I follow her lead and dip my free hand below the waistband of my sweats. My fingers wrap around my dick and I give myself a gentle squeeze, imagining it’s her soft fingers doing the work.
‘I don’t hear you telling me,’ Eliott says with a teasing grin. ‘Come on, baby. Use your words.’
Like I said, Eliott is going to be the end of me.
A low moan slips from my lips as I rub my thumb over my head.
‘If you were here, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.
’ I let my head loll back and my eyes flutter shut, imagining Eliott climbing on top of me, her pussy sliding against my dick.
‘I want to feel you. Every part of you. Your tits—’
My eyes snap open just in time to watch as she squeezes one of her breasts.
‘You like it when I play with your tits, baby?’
She nods.
‘When I suck your perfect nipples?’
‘ God …’
‘Suck your fingers for me, baby.’
She doesn’t hesitate. My dick twitches impatiently as she takes her free hand and runs her tongue along two of her fingers. She doesn’t break eye contact with me as she does it, and I let out another, deeper moan.
‘Imagine that’s my tongue.’
The sounds of her moans intermix with mine as she brings her wet fingers back to her breast and starts playing with her nipple.
‘ Dane …’
‘I want to taste you. I need to taste you.’ Need to feel her thighs against my cheeks, squeezing every last breath out of me as my tongue runs along her dripping lips. ‘You want that, baby? You want me to fuck you with my tongue?’
‘ Jesus fuck. Ye— No.’ She shakes her head forcefully. ‘ No .’
I raise a brow. ‘No?’
She meets my eye again. ‘I want you . I need you to fuck me with your dick .’
I grin and curl my fingers tighter around myself. ‘But I want to take my time with you.’
I want to savour every moment. To spend so much time slowly working my way down Eliott’s body that every inch of it becomes ingrained in my mind.
She rolls her eyes, but her lips twitch slightly. ‘Save that for round two.’
My brow floats even further into my hairline. ‘Round two?’
‘What?’ she says with a smirk. ‘Worried you can’t keep up?’
‘Worried I’ll never want to stop.’
She lets out a breathy moan before her camera drops to the side, buried beneath her sheets. I can hear the muffled sounds of her moving around, opening and closing a drawer, and then climbing back into bed.
When she brings the camera back up to her face again, her cheeks are slightly flushed. ‘Can you just—’ She swallows. ‘Just keeping talking to me. Okay?’
‘I can do that.’ I watch as she leans back into her pillows and her eyes flutter shut. Soft little pants spill from her lips as her chest rises and falls, and I can hear a light buzzing noise in the background.
It doesn’t take me long to connect the dots.
She’s using a toy.
‘You look so beautiful right now, baby,’ I tell her, my voice hoarse as I start to slowly pump up and down my shaft. ‘Such a good girl using your toy for me.’
She whimpers and squeezes her eyes shut a little tighter.
‘Tell me how it feels.’
‘ Good ,’ she gasps out. ‘So fucking good.’
‘Will you bring it to Italy?’ I ask.
She nods and bites down on her bottom lip.
‘Will you let me use it on you?’ I rub my thumb over my head and a jolt of intense pleasure shoots through me. ‘Will you let me slide into you and fill you up while I press your toy against your clit?’
‘Stop teas —’
‘Yes or no, baby? Use your words.’
Her eyes snap open for a second, just long enough to shoot me a glare. ‘ Yes ,’ she grits out. ‘Yes, I want you to use it on me.’
I swear the image of Eliott right now – chest heaving while she plays with herself, getting herself off on the thought of me sliding into her – is almost enough to send me over the edge.
And then her eyes flutter shut one last time, her entire body stiffens, and her mouth falls open as my name comes spilling from her lips. ‘ Dane .’
Yeah, that’ll do it.
I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and imagine burying myself deep inside what has to be the most exquisite pussy I’ll ever have the pleasure of tasting.
‘ Eliott .’ One more pump and it’s all over.
I have to bite down on my lip to stop my groan of pleasure from being too loud and alerting the others inside as to what’s going on out here. ‘Fucking hell, baby . That was—’
I lean back in my chair and try to catch my breath.
‘Yeah,’ Eliott pants, the rise and fall of her chest becoming softer as she regains control once more. ‘Same.’
I’m not sure how long we sit there, just listening to the sound of each other breathing as we bask in our post-orgasm glow, but the sound of the garden door sliding open snaps me back to reality.
‘… swear he came out here,’ I hear Cash mumble.
‘Shit.’
Eliott looks on with barely concealed amusement as I fumble to get myself decent before anyone finds me.
‘I have to go,’ I mutter reluctantly as Cash’s shadow looms just around the corner. ‘But I’ll see you soon. Just two more days.’
The smile Eliott shoots me is one I haven’t seen before. It feels like a smile reserved just for me. ‘Two days.’
I can’t wait.