Chapter 17 Dane
DANE
The soft pleather crinkles and the styrofoam beans rustle as Hannah pushes herself up and makes her way toward us.
It’s as if she was waiting all day for me to do this exact thing and say those words to her because she treads our way with ease, pushing the thin straps of her gorgeous yellow sundress down her arms. By the time she reaches us, the top of her sundress hangs past her breasts, settling at the crevice of her waist.
The confidence she displays as she reaches up, trailing her fingertips on Ethan’s arms and over my hands makes my cock twitch behind the denim of my thick jeans that I know Ethan can feel.
Instead of replacing her grip with mine, she gently intertwines her fingers in his, then lifts up on her toes, pressing their lips together, providing him a comfort she probably thinks he needs.
She pulls back slowly, lowering his hands and places them over the peaks of her chest. Her lips part and eyes flutter as he caresses and pinches her nipples that harden at his touch.
Fuck, they’re sexy together.
Their eyes are fixed on each other with nothing but silent knowledge moving between them.
With my hands free again, I grant her a lopsided grin, and unbutton his pants, pulling down his zipper.
His pants hang loosely over his hips, his sexy-as-sin V-line peering under the denim, as I tug them down exposing his charcoal grey boxer briefs covering that massive bulge I’ve been dreaming about since he walked out of that room on me.
I sink down to my knees in front of him, his eyes shift down to me and I keep my gaze locked on those chocolate brown orbs the entire way down. This is exactly what I wanted, his slacked jaw and lust-filled eyes watching me as he filled my mouth with his cock.
Dipping my fingers into the elastic waistband, I pull down the front exposing that gorgeous cock and it springs out, bouncing just inches from my face with a bead of pre-cum already leaking from the slit.
“W-Wait,” he says with a nervous stutter as he attempts to move but Hannah cups her hands around his face and pulls him down for a kiss.
I take full advantage of the distraction, wrapping my lips around the tight crown of his cock and then push forward, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
He moans loudly and a muffled fuck with a mixture of groans, and other profanities, fly out his mouth and into hers as I bob up and down.
Fuck, he tastes so goddamn good. Exactly like he did through that glory hole but this time I get an unobstructed view of the pinch between his brows and the subdued sounds of his moaning. It’s slightly dulled by Hannah’s mouth on his and not a barrier between us, which I fucking love so much more.
I hold the tip of his dick at the back of my throat and bob deeper as my eyes peer up at him, taking in everything as I sear it to my memory.
The way their tongues slide over each other, his distressed expression that comes from pure pleasure fights its way out.
His hands find purchase on her body as one grips her hip tightly and the other cups around her breast.
“Oh, fuck. Oh god,” he confesses between kisses. Releasing her hip, he runs his fingers through my hair and latches onto the roots, using the hold to control my movements.
A bolt of electricity runs through me with his touch and I moan around his length at the excruciating pleasure. The vibration of my stifled sounds radiate over the velvet skin of his hard shaft and he hisses, whimpering a few words before swearing out loud again.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His head thuds against the brick behind him as he squeezes his eyes closed so tight that multiple lines bunch around the corner of his eyes.
I couldn’t be fucking happier with my view. As much as I love the glory hole, I’m so visual that sometimes just the sight is all I need to get me there and Ethan’s facial expressions are becoming a new favorite.
He’s still angry with me. I can see it in the tightness of his jaw and feel it in the intensity of his grip and when he glances back down at me watching me with hooded eyes, his dark pupils tell me everything I need to know about how he’s feeling.
He’s so fucking close to coming down my throat and I can’t help but rut my hips into the air, dying for some friction.
“Oh, Jesus. I’m close. Please, stop.” His words hold no meaning behind his desperate tone.
Like him telling me that is actually going to make me stop.
I manage to roll my eyes and shake my head while keeping this gorgeous hard cock lodged in my mouth. I moan around the tip as I pull all the way out, lick the crown then push back in, repeating twice more as his body tenses.
He cups Hannah’s face, pulling her forehead to his, their eyes burning into each other in a way I’m jealous of.
There’s comfort between them. Trust. She looks at him with a silent understanding and acceptance and my heart stutters in my chest with the memory of Celeste gazing into mine that same way.
“Fuck, it feels so good,” he tells her as his chest heaves, feeding my desire. He squeezes his eyes closed and his head falls back against the wall.
Hannah looks down at me, the same comfort she provided him she’s giving to me as our eyes connect. My mouth is full of her boyfriend's cock, yet she looks at me like she’s grateful for me, like she needs this as much as I do.
She bites her bottom lip and her hooded ocean eyes take me in as I continue my pace. She moves her hand in between her legs, lifting up her dress, as she dips her fingers into her panties.
Oh, fuck.
Unable to hold myself back, I lift my knee over Ethan’s foot, pressing my cock into his shin and I rut, humping his fucking leg because I’m desperate, so fucking desperate.
I can see the outline of her knuckle underneath the fabric of her thong as she moves over her slit.
Her chin tips up as her eyes flutter and she releases a long, choppy breath, circling her clit.
She’s inches from me and I wish I could manage to suck on both without stopping but I don’t know how Ethan would react to that.
So, I painfully watch as her hand moves faster, her panties dampen with moisture while the scent of the two of them mixed together has me rolling my hips harder into Ethan.
He glances down, seeing her hand caressing herself and me frotting against his leg, and groans.
Hannah removes her hand from between her thighs, reaches up, pushing that same finger past Ethan's lips and into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I muffle around his cock as he moans around her fingers.
Electricity shoots through every vein in my body as the tingling at the base of my spine grows. I’m going to come in my pants before he comes and that’s going to be so fucking embarrassing.
My head bobs faster over his cock and his moans ascend around her fingers.
And, fuck it. I reach out, tucking my thumb into the side of her soaked panties and stroke it over her slick center.
“Jesus,” he whispers, his hips push forward, forcing his cock further down my throat.
She presses into his chest, her pointer fingers gesture toward her frantically, then she grips onto him as she bites into his skin.
“You’re coming?” he spits out, as he looks down at my hand caressing her clit and head bobbing over his cock. I peer up, our eyes connect and the desperate need behind his dark eyes is my undoing. I groan around his cock as I rut into him again, my cock pulses against his leg.
“Oh, fuck, Dane. I can’t stop…it’s…I’m coming,” he says in a warning but I hear nothing other than the sound of his orgasm mixed with my name bouncing off his lips.
I. Come. In. My. Pants.
Cum spills into my underwear as I hum around his length.
His release hits the back of my tongue and his rousing moans drown out the pulse pounding in my eardrums. I know that I’m loud in bed.
I’ve always been incredibly verbal but this man rivals the thunderous groans I’ve been known to make and I fucking love it.
By the satiated look on Hannah's face, she does too.
I sit back on my heels, using the back of my hand to wipe off the excess saliva on my lips, and glance up at the two of them with an unavoidable grin.
The unrelenting pull I’ve had toward them since the moment we met isn’t one-sided and the idea that we have the entire room to ourselves for two more nights gives me the utmost gratification.
Hannah smiles back at me as she straightens out her dress, then kneels down to my level, reaching for my pants.
I shake my head and urgently put my hands out, stopping her from going any further.
She squints as if pained by rejection and I debate lying and not telling her about my premature mishap. Tonight was about them, but I was no match for what just happened between us, and I want them to know exactly what they do to me.
“I, uh—I came in my pants.” I press my lips in a tight line and shrug shyly. That’s not normally like me but I’m dying for them to like me as much as I like them.
Her eyes light up with an adorable curiosity, like she’s impressed with my admission.
That’s good because I’m embarrassed as hell.
She leans forward, kissing me softly over my cheek and smiles. I glance up to Ethan and the darkened pools have hardened into something cold and distant.
“I’m going to go clean myself up,” he says, his words as detached as his eyes, then steps in between me and Hannah. The cold breeze he leaves in his wake might as well be a glacial whirlpool.