She tensed briefly, then relaxed as I guided her fingers lightly.
“This really turns you on?”
“Yep! Like you wouldn’t believe. Anything that involves you and sex is an instant turn on for me.”
“And I thought you were such a gentleman!” she huffed out in shaky breaths.
“I am.” I pushed her finger against her clit and rolled it in circles the way I knew she liked. “I just like to get a little wild and demanding when it comes to sex. You love it, don’t deny it. You’ve got even wetter since we’ve been talking if that’s even possible. I can’t wait to get home and lick all that sweetness from you.”
Ari let out a few long pants and her body had gone rigid. She was almost there and I couldn’t resist moving my hand back to the wheel. It was up to her whether she came now or later. I was kind of hoping she’d finish herself off; it would be another little hurdle we jumped together.
“Dane!” she shrieked.
“Finish it, Ari. Come for me. Let me see you, hear you,” I demanded of her.
Her fingers wriggled in her pussy and she started to groan and pant all at once.
“Oh God Dane, I can’t believe you made me do it,” she cried as the orgasm racked through her. I couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out. From the corner of my eye, I watched the spasm fire through her body and her face contort in passion.
“I just encouraged you, Ari. Miss, that was hot! My dick is so hard right now.”
“I should make you return the favour,” she grunted.
“Anytime you want. Just not tonight and not when I get home from Vegas. They are definitely my cock in your pussy kind of days.” I chuckled, and pulled her fingers from her pussy and sucked them into my mouth.
“You’re impossible!”
I loved pushing her and she loved me, too, for doing it.
Arianne
I may have just had a mind racking orgasm in the truck, but the way Dane stalked me into the bedroom had me hot and desperate to have his hands on me this time. He was big and looming as he came down the hall and all I felt was immense excitement. My tummy was doing a crazy little dance at the look in his eyes. Dane looked like a man starving and I was the all you can eat buffet.
That may not have been the most pleasant analogy, but it felt like the most accurate. Just the thought of Dane gorging on me sent my body to all kinds of jelly.
I darted into the bedroom and was beginning to unbuckle the fine straps of the four-inch stilettos I wore when Dane growled, “Leave the shoes, Miss. They’re so fucking hot. I’ve been fantasising about being between your legs with those shoes dangling somewhere around my ears since you walked down the hall tonight.”
“But the heels are really sharp…” Shit, if I moved my foot the wrong way they could tear into his back or…
“My problem! Yours is keeping count of how many times I make you come tonight.”
Okay…when he put it like that.
There was always an edge to Dane in the bedroom—this was something different. This felt like a desperation to possess and own. It was so hot.
I moved back until the bed hit me in the thighs. Dane’s eyes bored into me as he closed the distance between us. For several long seconds he didn’t move.
The anticipation of what was going to happen next was killing me.
A moment later, I was unable to hold the intensity of his stare anymore. I reached down and caught the hem of my dress and started to raise it up.
“Stop.”
“What?” I whispered.
“I want to do it.” He took my hands and placed them around his neck, then slowly raised the hem of my dress. “Lift your arms up Miss.” The dress went up, up and off.
Dane stood there staring at me—me wearing only a lacy bra and a pair of shoes that were totally classy. None the less they screamed—fuck me.
“You…are…so…beautiful.” His words were choked with emotion as he said them and it ripped into my belly.
I didn’t know what to say. It wasn’t the first time I’d ever heard it. The difference was, this was the first time, I felt it to the very core of me. There was no doubting he meant those words with every essence of himself and that made it even more special. I saw it in his eyes and I felt it in every way he touched me.
I had no idea what he was planning or wanting to do. I didn’t care—I needed to be against him. My arms around his neck were no longer enough.
“Dane…” I gasped and jammed my body tightly to him. The feel of his heat and body always felt so right against me. My hands, which had been looped around his neck, dropped to his waist and I started to frantically pull at the button up shirt he wore.
His hand caught my hips and held me back from him. I growled a little in frustration.
“What do you need, Miss?”
There was no hesitation. I knew exactly what I wanted. More than that—what I needed. “You naked against me, now.”
My fingers travelled around his rib cage and started working at the buttons. Why couldn’t he have worn a shirt which could be pulled straight over his head? I managed to get the top three undone and he’d worked his trousers open. His hands ripped at his shirt and finished the job, I’d started. My hands sank to his boxer briefs and I couldn’t resist the need to have my hands on what was mine.
Dane was a big man—everywhere.
Tonight I wanted to feel him hard and filling me to the point, I couldn’t take anymore. I wanted the edge of pain mixed with all the pleasure he always brought with it. I didn’t want gentle, at least not at first. I wanted frenzied and wild.
“Back on the bed, Miss.” His voice was ragged. He circled my wrists with his hands. I whimpered in protest as he stepped back and lowered me to the bed. In seconds, he was naked and looking at me again with a hunger so strong, it almost hurt to see it.
My legs hung over the edge and he leant over me.
He planted one knee on the bed then the other, either side of my hips. His mouth came crashing down over mine and I felt as if I was swallowed whole.
His tongue invaded my mouth and demanded I stroke him back—fuck him. He tasted like nothing I’d ever known before. His essence was a drug to me. I would never get enough.
Then I felt his hand cover my breast and the lace covering being pushed impatiently aside.
He pulled away and sat up. His hand reached around behind my back and undid the clasp. “This has got to go,” he muttered as he jerked the offending lace from my body. Then his hands closed around my breasts, pushing them and kneading them, as if trying to fit as much as he could in each big hand.
“God, these are incredible. Fucking perfect.” His mouth descended and his hand plumped my breast feeding my nipple into his mouth. A long moan escaped my lips and I felt the flesh between my legs became even slicker.
His tongue teased and played. His teeth nibbled and bit. His lips kissed and suckled. My breasts were thoroughly devoured. Then he sat up and pushed them together—his engorged length caught between them.
Once, twice, three times he thrust his hips forward, the pleasure on his face was unmistakeable—pure ecstasy, pure dominance.
Then he pulled back from his trance like state and thrust his erection at my mouth. “Suck me, Miss.”
My tongue shot out and licked around the head of his cock. His blatant demand only served to make me hotter for him. A lick was not enough for either of us. I opened my lips around his girth and he slid himself deep into my throat.
The feeling was overwhelming at first.
I was consumed and overpowered by his length and his dominance. I lapped at the underside of his shaft and he pulled back giving me a little more room to accommodate him. My hands closed around the base of his length and we came to an unspoken agreement of what worked for both of us. I loved having a wild Dane—although a wild Dane was a daunting Dane.
“Enough,” he grunted pulling back. “Your mouth is hell on my control.”
Before I knew what I was s
aying, the words were out. “Then lose control.”
“You sure?” His hips thrust forward to my mouth again, impatient to carry on.
“Yes,” I managed before once again my mouth was full of him. I cupped his heavy balls in my hands and ran my thumbs over the corrugated skin. My tongue went to work at the sensitive area just under the rim of his cock head.
“Ari, you’re killing me. You’re mouth on me…” I felt his whole body go rigid and I knew it was imminent. I slowed my licking to a tender brush and released the suction on my cheeks a little.
He thrust harder into my mouth, frustrated with being held at the crest. Payback definitely was a bitch.
“Please baby…” I couldn’t resist the pained words. My tongue lapped at him in double time and I sucked him hard. A low groan that sounded animalistic rang through my ears and then I felt and tasted his release.
I sucked and sucked at him until finally his body stilled and the hunger he had before, looked somewhat sated. He’d said it was going to be a long night and I knew emphatically, that was the case.
Slowly, he pulled his length from my mouth as if savouring and memorising the feel of every last caress.
He kissed me hard and had no problem tasting himself on my lips.
“Best blow job ever, Miss. Now I’m going to make you scream.”
He ran his tongue down my neck, between my breasts and stopped briefly at my belly button where he rimmed and probed. I knew it was a suggestion of something else. My belly rippled and his hands gripped my hips to hold me still.
Dane backed off the bed and settled himself at the end between my legs.
“Put a couple of pillows behind your head, Ari. I want to be able to look up and see your eyes.” I did as he asked. “Reach over and grab a condom from the draw. I’m not going to be in any mood to wait.”
By feel, I found what he wanted and passed it to him. He took it from me and I guessed, placed it on the floor beside him.
My body was tense with anticipation. I was about to be devoured and we both knew it. Every nerve in my pussy was simultaneously cheering in excitement and on edge waiting for the pleasure overload.
Dane slipped his hands up my thighs until he had a butt cheek in each hand. With one of his signature moves, his shoulders muscled forward and spread my legs wide.
He looked his fill as he placed first one leg then the other over his shoulders and dragged my body to the very edge of the bed. “You are so wet, Miss. I’m going to lap it all up now; would you like that baby?”
“Please Dane…” I whimpered and thrust my hips higher to meet his taunting mouth. “Need you.”
“I know, Miss.”
One satisfied glance passed between us before he lowered his mouth to me. “Ahhhhhhhh…” sprang from my lips. The feeling was insane.
He started slowly…his tongue tracing my labia then up the slit between my lower lips. Down again slowly, then fast upwards…Then his tongue found my clit and gave it a little stroke, before dropping lower to thrust into my opening—only to once again, return to that button of nerves currently occupying the sole centre of my universe.
My hips shifted and I tried to ease the ache in my thighs. They were over his shoulders, but still taking a lot of the strain. The pleasure was intense, and so was the discomfort. I wriggled some more trying to find a spot that relieved the strain.
“Uncomfortable?”
“My thighs…”
He took my hands and placed them on my shins, below my knees and rocked me back a little. “Hold there for me,” he growled.
Self-consciousness overrode my thinking for a fraction of a second. As fast as it appeared, it disappeared as he settled his mouth back over me.
“Shoulda got you to do this before. I love your hips tilted like this. It’s perfect for eating you,” he mumbled, then licked a little more. Then he was sliding two fingers into me and stroking the patch of nerves inside me.
Any thought, except how good it felt, evaporated from my mind. My whole being was centred on the pleasure Dane was giving me.
I was so close.
“This time you’re going to come on my mouth, then I’m going to slide into you and you’ll come again on my cock.” His words were enough to have me grasping, trying to hold on, my fingers gripped my shins.
There was no pain. Only the most delicious pleasure as Dane coaxed me up then pushed me into an oblivion of feelings that were so intense, I lost track of everything except him.
“Dane…Oh…feels so good,” I screamed.
The spasms in my body were still coming solid and fast when he thrust into me hard. My body closed around him and I couldn’t hold my thighs any longer. He stepped forward, scooped his arms under my thighs and hammered into me.
It was hard, deep and insanely intense. All I know was, I was riding a tidal wave of pleasure that was more than I’d ever experienced before. I’d stepped up to the big wave riders—Dane was the master and I was his apprentice.
On and on it rolled, until finally he roared a sound so loud and strained, I thought my ears would never recover. Then he was jettisoning into me even faster and harder. This was Dane wild and out of control for me. All for me.
Tonight, it was perfect.
The craziness eventually subsided and Dane joined me up on the bed. He’d moved us both higher to allow his large frame the room he needed.
My head was tucked into his shoulder and his arm was around me. His fingers were trailing up and down my hip.
“How many was that?”
I gave him a giggle. “Is this some sort of competition that I’m unaware of?”
“Nope I just want to set a baseline for what I can achieve.” He was smug and joking. “How many?”
“I don’t know. It kind of all rolled together.”
“Ah a multiple…”
I rolled my eyes at his smug look. “You are seriously impossible.”
“I am when it comes to pleasuring you.” His voice was light and playful. Then it turned deep and far more serious. “I’m really going to miss you, Arianne. I’m going to worry, and wonder if you two are okay. The hollowness is returning to my belly and I haven’t even left yet.”
The tears were pricking at my eyes and my throat felt dry and lumpy. I didn’t want to be a blubbering mess, but I wasn’t sure if I could stop it.
“We’ll be fine.” My voice was tight even to my ears.
He stroked a hand through my hair.
“If anything happens, call Mark, then mum and dad. I’ve spoken to them all.”
“Dane…” I protested. “You didn’t have to.”
“You matter to me, Ari.” He pulled me tighter and wrapped both arms around me, as if he was scared I’d bolt. “Miss, I want you to be mine—always. I look after what’s mine.”
A big part of me wanted that, too. Was I ready to be in another all-consuming relationship? Was that what I really wanted?
Chapter 21
Arianne
Just like we’d arranged, I picked up a very reluctant to leave Isaac, later in the day from Cathy and Gary. It seemed my son had a new passion—engines. He and Gary had apparently been pulling down an engine out in the garage all day. It was the engine for some show car Gary was restoring and Isaac was beside himself with excitement.
Both Cathy and Gary had assured me he was no trouble at all and was welcome to stay longer. However, I didn’t think it was right to leave Isaac with them, just so I could have a lazy day. I’d managed a long uninterrupted sleep in. As it was, I didn’t wake until mid morning and the first thing that entered my mind right after wondering why Isaac wasn’t looking for me, was Dane. He’d have been somewhere over the Pacific when I had that thought.
Now three days had passed and he assured me, from our technology-enabled chats, he was settled back into their training routine in Vegas. I missed him more than I thought possible. In the short time he’d been here, he had infiltrated every aspect of our lives. Even Isaac was asking about him regula
rly and had wanted to speak to him on FaceTime earlier before I put him to bed.
With Isaac in bed, I needed to get some paperwork done. I opened my laptop with every intention of paying some bills. The payment for the three days I’d taught the last couple of weeks should have come through by now. That had been my intention at least. Then I got distracted wondering and found myself on an employment site. Thirty minutes later, frustration finally chased me away.
All the jobs that would be appropriate for someone with my skills were fulltime hours. It was the balance of the money being offered for the jobs I was qualified to do, versus what I could get that was the problem. Sure I could waitress or something similar, and I would do it happily if the hours worked. The problem wasn’t the job, it was the earning capacity of the position. Frustrated and disheartened, I pulled out the green plastic document wallet that contained all my upcoming bills.
I hated this folder…unfortunately it was a necessary evil and one about which every person shared similar sentiments I’m sure—didn’t mean I liked it anymore. As I opened the wallet, I noticed three of my fluorescent pink lined, sticky notes placed together and Dane’s neat masculine handwriting running across them.
Ari,
At the risk of creating world war three with you, I’ve paid all the household bills. I know how you feel about this, I feel just as deeply. I’ve lived with you and Isaac for weeks and contributed nothing more than groceries. That’s not right. I haven’t paid Isaac’s school fees, but I’ve left a credit card that you can do that with. Please do it, Ari. I don’t want to have to worry about you going back gambling, particularly while I’m away.
I know what’s going through your head and, I told you before that I look after what’s mine. This is me doing that because I need to, not me trying to own or buy you. Please let me do this.
Love you, Miss.
Dane XX
What? I felt my temper rising, how dare he? He was impossible. We’d discussed this. He knew how I felt about it and yet he’d just gone behind my back and paid them anyway. I did a quick glance through the bills. His neat handwriting mocked me on each one.
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