Chapter 14 #2
I lay back to ride his face with abandon now, chasing the sensations, and he grips my thigh with one hand to encourage it while fisting his cock below the table with the other.
“Oh fuck,” I mutter, my thighs seizing up around his head. “I’m going to—oh fuck.” My hips lift off the table as the pressure builds in my ears, my vision narrowing, the breaking point just over this hill.
He groans long and loud right on my clit. “Come hot for me, baby.”
On one last hard suck and sharp flick of his tongue, I break.
“Goddamn it, Danny.” I shudder violently against him, and he stiffens so I can ride it out.
The waves crash through me, on and on, the pleasure blinding, until I’m wrung out so completely that I fall back limp onto the table, releasing his hair and splaying my arms out wide.
“Good, so good,” I murmur over and over as my conscious mind returns in pieces. He unhooks my legs and stands between them.
“Come here, Christina.” He slides his hands under my back and lifts me up to a sitting position. Boneless, my head lolls behind me, and he braces the back of it. “I want you to know what you taste like.”
I don’t have time to process his words before he slams his mouth onto mine.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
The embers of my orgasm explode into new flames as he drives his tongue into my mouth. I capture it and suck, hard. His fingernails scrape down my back—I feel him losing control as I fervently lick myself out of his mouth, off his lips, even down his chin.
How could he know this is what I’ve been craving?
To be manhandled and worshiped? To be filthy and wild?
To be pushed to the brink only to wrestle him over the edge with me?
I would hardly have been able to put any of it into words myself.
It’s like Danny has this special radio, always tuned to me, picking up every possible wave, no matter how faint or ill-defined.
I frantically unbutton his jeans.
“Rough and dirty?” I pant, as we both claw to push the material down.
“I’ll come whenever and wherever you tell me, baby.”
His cock finally springs free of his jeans and underwear, swelling so fast out of its prison that I gasp.
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” I say slowly, staring down at the weighty piece. “Are you gonna fit that in?”
He groans through gritted teeth, fisting the impressive length of it. When he rubs the shiny head against my slick clit, we both groan and his forehead drops into the crook of my shoulder. “We’ll make it fit.”
“I brought condoms.” I put a few in my phone case before heading to the bars, not wanting to rely on random men for protection. “But I’m comfortable with your test results.”
Because this is Danny, and this isn’t the sex I thought I’d be having tonight.
He meets my eyes, drunk. “Are you saying you want me to fuck you bare?”
My pussy clenches, but I maintain enough wherewithal to close my fingers around his cock—oh god, it’s hard as steel—and tease my own entrance with the velvety cap. “Yes, if that’s what you want.”
He chokes. I lean in to whisper at his ear, “I trust you.”
He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe. He feels what I do: The weight of this moment.
The glittering lights of safety and freedom that our trust spins around us.
Danny was right—deep down, I thought caring for one another, trusting one another, knowing one another would preclude the unhinged, all-consuming sex I needed.
But I think it might be the opposite. I think our care and heat are generating one another in an endless circle.
“Then watch this, Christina,” he finally whispers back.
We both look down, my forehead braced on his shoulder and my hair tossed back, to witness where I’ve got him notched at my entrance. He wraps his hand around mine on his cock and then eases his hips forward.
He slips inside, just an inch, before there’s tight resistance.
“Fuck,” he barks.
I can’t handle the suspense, the on-edge tension. I’m panting as I tighten my hand on him, urging him further inside.
“I know you want this cock, but we gotta work it in. Watch me work it in, baby. Watch me stretch you.”
I groan and release him to lock my fingers around his neck. “Make me feel every inch.”
He slams his eyes shut. He likes it when I talk dirty back to him.
He pushes out only to push back in, a little further than the first time.
The pressure, the friction—every muscle of my body is strung as tight as possible.
He pulls out again, pushes in further, my insides gradually giving way to him, making room.
Again. Slowly working deeper as our heavy breathing fills the kitchen.
I can only stare at where we’re joined, mesmerized, reveling in every spike of pleasure tinged with sweet pain.
Until with one final slick thrust, he bottoms out, hips digging into my thighs. We meet eyes.
“You’re really fucking deep.” I’m trembling around him, shocked at the sensation of damp fullness, of empty places made whole.
“Is that where you want me to come? Deep inside?”
“Yes.” I recall what I told him, that we can just do what feels right when it feels right. This feels so right that I already know, before he’s even moved in me, that I’ll want it again. Need it again. I want to explore all the ways he might come for me, with me, on me. “For today.”
He kisses me sweetly, softly, before he unhooks my fingers and lowers me onto the table. “Then lie back and take it.”
I collapse the last few inches onto the table. He lifts my legs up straight to prop them against his chest and I groan at the way it shifts his cock inside of me.
Then he starts to fuck me, and neither of us can stay quiet.
I dig my heels into his shoulders, and he grips my thighs right above my knees as if it will keep him tethered to this earth.
He pounds into my dampness over and over, and I’m babbling and cursing on the table, little phrases I can’t control like oh fuck and Danny please and so much and harder and need you.
“Look at your tits, Jesus,” he heaves. “Touch them for me.”
I fill both hands with them and squeeze tight—heat flooding and flowing between every sensitive area of my body—but then I release them and reach to grip the edge of the table on either side of my ass that’s currently slapping against his balls with each feral hit.
“No, you need to watch them bounce,” I manage. “You need to see what you’re doing to me.”
A savage growl tears through him. Oh god, he likes it when I take some of his control. And the power of it is consuming me.
I grip the edge of the table for the leverage to meet his thrusts.
The pressure builds in every cell of my body: I can barely hear over the rush of blood in my ears.
My tits bounce wildly as we pound against one another, sloppier with each meeting.
He slips out when my pussy starts to screw even tighter.
“I think I’m getting close again,” I moan exasperatedly as I guide him back inside.
“You are. I can feel it. I need you to come on my cock now, Christina. I’m not gonna last much longer, baby. Come for me now.”
He sets his thumb to my swollen, slippery clit, circling with firm pressure. My head falls back, my mouth opening in a silent scream as the swell of pleasure overpowers me. I lose the ability to return my thrusts, so he bands his forearm across my upturned lap and pounds into me even harder.
I slap my palms flush on the table, back arching, as my walls flutter and constrict around his pulsing cock. “Need, need …!” I’m too far gone to finish the thought, but he knows exactly what I need. Because he knows me.
“I’m coming in you now,” he gasps. “I’m coming right here where you are—fuck!”
He spills erratically as my orgasm bursts, every muscle in my body straining through pleasure so sharp and sudden it almost hurts. It pulses on for seconds that seem stretched beyond imagining with every uncontrollable buck of his hips. He buries his face into my ankle to weather his own storm.
He finally slumps against my legs, throwing a hand out to brace himself on the table so he doesn’t bend me too far. We both try to steady our breathing as he lays soft kisses on my ankle and up the top of my foot.
Only one thought rings through the postorgasm haze: The idea that anyone else could fuck me like Danny is downright laughable.
When my mind and strength return just enough, I rise onto my elbows. “So, Maestro, how are we going to explain how I took the Lord’s name in vain, with relish, on the doc?”
He peers from between my calves while still lodged inside me. His hair’s a mess, as I suspect mine is, and his whole body is coated with a sheen of sweat, as I suspect mine is. And he’s more beautiful than I can bear.
“I guess it would be a bit brash to say I fucked it out of you.”
The force of my sudden laugh knocks the air out of me. I flop back onto the table in my giggle fit, and he lowers my legs on either side of him so he can lean over me, lay his head on my chest, and share every vibration of laughter as it racks through the both of us.