Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Christina
? Take the Lord’s name in vain, with relish
I have to admit I was on the underwhelmed side when Mark and I finally gave in to temptation, agreeing that God’s will for our union was clear, so sex aligned with his standards for purity. We did it gently and reverently and guiltily, as if it were an act of prayer.
There is nothing gentle or reverent or guilty about how Danny yanks me off the door and rips into my peacoat.
I’m already wet and aching. Aching for him. I’ve been aching for him all week. Hell, I’ve been aching for him since that fucking pagan festival.
It scares the shit out of me.
And if I don’t get my hands on his naked body in the next five seconds, I might die.
“Off, Danny, take it off.” I wrestle with the hem of his T-shirt as I toe off my shoes.
“I have a suspicion about you,” he pants, hair flying as we toss his shirt away.
Oh god. I drink in his bare chest like found water.
I knew he was solid, strong. But that leather jacket of his hides the cut lines of his pecs, the smattering of hair that narrows between ridged abs before disappearing into the waistband of his jeans.
The brown hair is darker here, wilder. I lay both palms on his chest, awestruck, his hot skin like a direct line to my pounding core.
His chest heaves in and out against me. I rake my hands down him slowly, savoring every inch of masculinity. He shudders.
“Do you want to hear what I suspect?” he manages.
I want to hear every thought in this man’s head. And I want to hear them while I’m touching every part of his body. They’ve merged for me now: Danny’s mind and Danny’s body. I can’t lavish in the richness of one without the other. I want all of him.
And I want him to have all of me.
I nod and lift my arms straight over my head in invitation. He grins when he lifts my top off, but the minute it’s gone, he grits his teeth and drops his head helplessly against my chest with a tight “Fuck.”
I’m wearing a sheer black bra, my nipples hard enough to protrude through the teasing material.
I selected it earlier today when I was still deluding myself into thinking someone other than Danny would be seeing it.
Back at the bars, it physically hurt to imagine those random men reacting to this bra because I knew their reactions wouldn’t be like Danny’s.
No one else could make me feel as coveted as I do right now with his long fingers clutching at my waist.
“I suspect you think,” he rasps into the skin right between my breasts, “that if we care for one another, sex won’t be rough and dirty like you need it.”
My pussy clenches desperately around nothing as a whine pops out of my throat.
I sink every finger back into his hair to hold him to me.
He slides his hands up my back to locate the bra clasp, deftly pops it open, then slips his fingers under the straps to ease them down.
But I’m shaking and unable to release my grip on him, so the bra cups just loosen.
He smirks up at me with predatory intent.
“But that’s not true, baby.” He nudges one cup down with his nose and exhales sharply, an anguished sound slipping out with the breath.
Without hesitation, he sucks my nipple into his warm mouth.
Every muscle in my body seizes up, the pulsing through my veins intensifying.
He swirls his tongue before sucking again hungrily, my nipple getting tighter and harder with every pass.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he kisses his way sloppily across to my other breast. “Because I care about you very much.” He flicks his eyes up to me with my nipple poised at his mouth and smirks.
“But every time I look at you, I just want to bend you over and stick it in deep.”
My head snaps back on a cry as he once again sucks his fill. The harder he sucks, the more I want to meet him. The more he takes, the more I want to take. I roughly gather up his hair into a tight fist at his nape and pull.
He groans around me. “That’s it, baby,” he rasps. “Take what you need.”
I’m devolving into nothing but a loose bundle of sensation and pulse and desire. My nipples become so sensitive, my pussy so painful, that I finally cry out, “Fuck, Danny!”
That’s what he was waiting for—my undoing. He releases me after one last long lick and straightens to his full height. I yank the makeshift ponytail of his hair one more time, hard, teeth bared, before letting go and letting the bra drop completely. “Bedroom?”
He bends to band his arms under my ass and haul me up like I weigh nothing. I gasp when my breasts, tight and damp from his mouth, rub against his bare chest. This is what I needed—more contact, more skin. I lock my arms around his neck and legs around his waist.
“You want it dirtier than the bedroom, baby.”
I whimper. “I can’t take it when you say stuff like that.” But I’m already kissing up his neck, across his jaw, down his chin.
“Mmm, you can take it.” He walks me to the kitchen a room over. “You’re gonna take a lot more.”
“Danny.”
How is this my fucking life? How is this beautiful man saying every naughty thing I never knew I wanted to hear?
He shoves a chair away from a four-top kitchen table and perches me on its edge.
“So this may not technically be a one-night stand,” he says, unbuttoning my jeans. I clutch at his shoulders and squirm on the table, my body more aware of what’s coming than my brain. “But we may still be able to cross an item off TJL tonight.”
I lift my hips for him to wrestle my jeans down and away. “What item?” I ask shakily, bracing my hands on the table behind me.
“Repeat after me.” His burning eyes hold mine as he skims his palms slowly up my thighs. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
I quiver but I don’t break eye contact. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
When his eyes drop to my panties that are the same sheer black as my bra, he winces and grasps the hard outline of his cock through his jeans. My mouth is practically watering at the sight of it.
He slips his other fingers into the top of my panties and runs them back and forth along the seam. “Say: Goddamn it, Danny.”
I shift my hips, urging him to stop teasing me. “Goddamn it, Danny.”
The quick grin. “There’s my naughty girl, taking the Lord’s name in vain.”
My head flops back helplessly as a fresh wave of slick pulses between my legs.
But he rolls my panties down gently, barely breathing, like he’s scared of what removing that last barrier to my body will do to him.
When he sees my swollen, glistening flesh clearly protruding through silky folds, he crashes to his knees as if struck by lightning.
The hunger twisting his features burns away any scrap of self-consciousness that might have lingered. I’ve craved the way Danny searingly exposes me from the very beginning, and splaying out naked on this table for him simply feels like he’s finally cut through to the heart of me.
He drags my panties down the rest of the way and pushes my thighs open wide. “Now let’s see if I can get you to say those with relish.”
The first swipe of his tongue—a long lick through the wet—nearly flings me off the edge.
It’s only his all-but-black eyes locking on mine that keeps me propped up on my hands, staring past my heaving tits with my mouth open at the shock of pleasure.
Smirking, he takes another long, luxurious lick from entrance to clit, and the drag of sensations is so intense my thighs attempt to snap together.
Holding me firmly open with both hands, he swirls the very tip of his tongue around that sensitive bud.
Oh fuck.
“It’s too much, Danny.” My entire core is a live wire, and his hot tongue is setting off unbearable sparks.
“Shh.” He throws my legs over his shoulders. “I told you I’m gonna take care of this.”
“I’ve never … god, I’m just so sensitive.” I wind my fingers back in his hair and hold on tight.
He raises his head a bit, concern cutting through the heat. “Have you never been eaten out, baby?”
I whimper. No, I’ve never done this. But god do I want to. I want him to. I drag him back into my sopping flesh by his hair. “Please,” I whisper.
He grits his teeth and drops his head against my thigh, breathing heavily.
“Danny?”
“Sorry,” he grates, his voice in tatters. “Just knowing I’m the first man to put his mouth on you …”
He trails off, eyeing my pussy like a starving man. I tremble at what’s coming, but then he kisses me with only slightly parted lips, like how he first kissed my mouth. Still hot and sure and intense but restrained. Slow. I sigh into it, the gentler touch allowing the pleasure to simmer.
He slants his lips over me again and again, pressure building with every hot pass. The noises from my slick coating him and claiming him as he lays claim to me has me pulling him in tighter. “More.”
Oh fuck, that was the magic word he was waiting for. He opens his mouth and kisses me with everything he’s got. He frenches my swollen clit like it’s his sole reason for having a tongue.
I’m moaning and muttering and holding onto his hair for dear life. When he increases the speed, I have no choice but to pitch my hips against him, to chase the impossible swell of sensations. “Fuck, Danny.”
“Close,” he rasps right onto my pussy. “But not quite what you’re supposed to say.”
My vision goes hazy as he kisses down to my wet channel and shoves his tongue in, so much deeper than I thought it could go.
“Jesus fucking Christ!”
He hums against me. “Better.”
He stabs with his tongue again, and again, and again. I’m shaking and cursing and he has the gall to pull back with a smirk. “You didn’t specify what you wanted me to fuck you with.”
Black spots appear in my vision, and something inside me snaps. I yank him back into my pussy by his hair. “Eat me out hard now. We’ve got another blasphemy to go.”
He releases a broken cry on his exhale, eyes glowing coals.
Oh, I like making him come undone.
He attacks my clit like a rabid animal, clamping his lips around it and sucking, sucking, circling and lapping at it with his tongue.