Dane

by Michelle Hughes

  “No way are you hiding those from me, sweetheart.” Taking the hand I was covering myself with away, he looked his feel and I felt my cheeks burn. Cupping the heavy weight, his fingers smoothed over my nipples, already in stiff peaks from the chill of the water. “These are absolute perfection. You should walk around topless from now on.”

  Lowering my head, I definitely thought his idea was the worst ever. “I’d rather not.” The words were breathless because he was still caressing me, and I wasn’t immune to the pleasure from those fingers.

  “No reason to be embarrassed. Most women I know would kill to have a rack like yours.” Pinching the hardened nubs I felt a pang of white hot pleasure shoot straight down between my legs. “So pink and begging to be sucked.” He lowered his head, gently laving over that flesh and I shivered in response. That was nothing compared to when his mouth closed over it and suckled. I cried out at the sensation.

  When he released my nipple with a soft popping noise, I almost came instantly. “You like my mouth on you?” He lowered his head to my neck, placing tender kisses up to my earlobe, and then nipped it to tug.

  “Yes.” The word came out on a gasp when his fingers tweaked my nipple again. His mouth moved across my collarbone and to the other side of my neck, this time leaving little love bites down to my shoulder.

  “I love how you taste.” Bringing his mouth to mine, I opened readily and our tongued dueled together in a breathtaking dance. His hand splayed over the slippery wetness of my back, running up and down slowly, seducing me with his gentle assault of my sense, our tongues still learning each other’s flavor.

  Breaking the kiss, he turned me around, walking me toward the side of the pool. “Hold on to it, sweetheart. Don’t let go.” I didn’t need to ask what he meant, my hands reached up to grab the concrete, and he lifted my hair, pulling it over one shoulder. Planting tender kisses down my spine I shivered. His large hands moved to my ass, massaging the globes as his tongue laved up my side, brushing against the outer flesh of my breast.

  “Brandt, please.” It felt incredible to have his mouth on me, but I wanted so much more.

  “Hush. Let me worship you.” There was a place he could worship, but I wasn’t brave enough to say it, instead I held on tightly, my knuckles turning white as he moved up my other side, seeming to be in no rush to get to the good stuff.

  Pressing my thighs together to ease the unbearable ache between my legs, I moaned as his finger slid between my ass cheeks, probing that tender entrance that Dane had used so carelessly before. Tensing, I wanted no repeat of that act, but his touch slid away. “When you’re not sore I’m going to teach you anal play can be fun.” His hand moved up to grip my ass again, kneading that flesh.

  “I don’t want you too.” My words were sulky, not just because I didn’t like the idea, but I wanted more than what he was giving me.

  “I can make you want it.” He sounded damn confident, and I wanted to deny his claim, but those thoughts didn’t have time to play in my mind as he brought his fingers around to tug on my downy curls. “Glad you’re not shaved.” He released my curls only to move over to another spot and do it again, and my body responded as if he’d rubbed over my clit.

  It feel like he was touching me as he tugged at different angels, pulling back enough so I felt the pleasure as my lips were spread with each tweak. “Are you wet, sweetheart?” He continued the simple torture and I was drenched, no doubt.

  Nodding my head, he chuckled, his cock pressing against my ass, telling me he was turned on by the play. Brandt wasn’t a tiny man, that long, hard cock, was huge, I didn’t need to see it again to know the truth. “You can let go now.” I did and he wrapped his arms around my waist, walking me to the stairs at the shallow end. “Sit down.” Patting the top step, I did, feeling my nudity much more now that I was out of the water except for a few inches on my ankles.

  “Touch yourself for me.” He took his cock in one large hand and stroked it for my viewing pleasure, and I was mesmerized by the sight. I’d masturbated before, but never with an audience, but I inched my hand between my legs, and slowly massaged.

  It felt so much better with him watching, and I didn’t understand why. Maybe because it was taboo? Running my finger over the slick wetness, I enjoyed the friction, and the view as I kept my eyes trained on his pumping hand.

  “Slide a finger inside, I want to watch you fuck yourself.” Those words were so dirty, but I wanted to give him what he asked for knowing I’d find pleasure in it too. Slowly I let my ring finger delve deep and then pulled back, starting an easy rhythm almost giving me that release I needed. “You close?” Nodding as a moan escaped my lips, I knew I’d come any second. “Good. Stop and spread those pretty pink folds for me, I want to see.”

  Groaning at losing pleasure, I timidly parted my lips feeling a desperate need to be filled again. Releasing his cock, he lowered between my legs, those inquisitive eyes taking in what I wanted to hide. “So pretty, sweetheart. You’re so wet. Ask me to lick you.”

  Heat flooded my face, knowing he was serious. I wanted to deny him, but it was almost painful feeling that throb. “Brandt, please.” Keeping my lips spread I felt my core clenching and release, aching for something to fill me up.

  “I’m going to please you baby, as soon as you ask me for it.” Licking his lips, his eyes moved down to the display of my sex and I wasn’t strong enough to refrain.

  “Lick me, please.” My words were whisper soft, embarrassment and need battling for leadership in my mind.

  “With pleasure.” His tongue flicked out over my clit, then lowered to the heart of my pussy, delving deep before pulling out to lave over my clit again. “So sweet. You want more?”

  I did, and he had to know it. “Yes!” I didn’t like talking about sex, and he was making me put my needs into words. He blew softly over my clit, his warm breath like a feather light touch.

  “Spread those lips again, Erin. I want to see what I’m doing to you.” His fingers tugging on my downy hair, I felt overwhelmed, stepping outside of my comfort zone by leaps and bounds.

  “Please!” Why was he teasing me this way? I was trembling uncontrollably, my eyes looking up into his pleading for him to stop the game. I wanted his mouth on me, or his fingers, even his big cock. Anything other than this teasing stuff that confused me, leaving me feeling vulnerable.

  “I can teach you so much.” Pulling me into his arms, he squeezed tightly, and my hands moved around his neck needing an anchor not sure why I was so on edge. “You’re not ready for that are you?”

  I didn’t understand what he was talking about and was glad when his mouth found mine again, kissing me with that sweet tenderness that didn’t require me to think, only feel. He shocked me by breaking that kiss quickly, pulling me up, tossing me over his shoulder, and taking off at a near sprint into the house. It felt like a caveman act and we ended up in what I assumed was his bedroom. Lowered unceremoniously to the bed, I was afraid.

  “Brandt?” Scrambling up to my knees, I looked at his imposing figure, beautiful in its naked glory all muscle, power and strength dripping from every hard inch. His entire form was tense, like he was struggling to gain control and it was more than a little frightening.

  “I need a minute, sweetheart. Trying my best not to scare the shit out of you, but I want you so bad that if I get in that bed I’m fucking you hard.” He chuckled without humor and ran his hand over the five o’clock shadow on his chin. “Slide under the covers. Looking at those luscious tits ain’t helping.”

  I didn’t even think about following his command. Instead I scrambled up to the top of his king-sized bed, pulled down the sheet and comforter, and covered myself while staring at him wide eyed. Fucking me hard didn’t sound good when his huge cock was bobbing toward his sexy abs looking like it could split me apart. “Maybe I should go.” He couldn’t fit that in me. Not without causing considerable pain.

  “Shit, angel. Don’t look at me that way. Not gonna hurt you, that
’s why I stopped.” He wrapped his hand around the base of his dick, squeezing. “This is all about pleasure, will be until I know you’re ready for more.” Pumping that large organ I watched in fascination when he grew even larger. My eyes widened more, the man was hung like a dang horse. So not happening!

  Releasing his cock with a curse under his breath, he climbed in bed with me, making me eep. “Brandt, you can’t. I. We.” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, the thought of him ripping me apart stole my ability to speak. Sliding under the covers and pulling me into his arms, I tensed with a whimper.

  “Shush. Not going to hurt you. Need to hold you. That’s all.” Cuddling was good, much better than the alternative, and I let out a breath of relief. Relaxing against his chest, those strong arms were secure around me. “I want my tongue deep inside you. Will you let me pleasure you that way?”

  He was speaking the words into my hair, and my core flooded. “Yes.” The thought of his tongue licking me I was right on board with.

  Releasing me from his bear hug, he rested back on the pillows. “Come to me.” Holding his hands out, I looked at him in confusion as I took them. He pulled me over his chest, my legs naturally spreading apart to straddle him. Sitting up, my eyes looking down into his, his expression was heated. Sliding his hands to my ass, he lifted it slightly. “Put that beautiful pussy on my mouth, sweetheart.”

  He wanted me to do what? “I can’t.” Face burning, I hoped he was joking but his wicked smile told me he was serious.

  “You can, and I promise you’ll love it.” Squeezing my ass cheeks before nudging me forward, I froze. “Don’t overthink this, it’s another way of pleasing you.”

  My legs trembled as I gained the courage to raise up and straddle his face. Moving his fingers to my hips, he slowly brought me down and licked up my seam. The pleasure was so intense I pressed down against his mouth without thought. Crying out as his tongue plunged deeply, I lost myself to the pleasure no longer caring I was grinding into his face. I came hard, Brandt knew exactly how to lick me. Nipping my clit with his teeth lightly, I lifted away, embarrassed as hell seeing his face covered with my release sliding back down to hide again his chest.

  “That won’t do.” Dragging my chin up, he wiped his face with his free hand, and grinned widely. You taste delicious, and I enjoyed doing it. There will be no regrets, feel me?” That smile turned down and heat infused his gaze making me nod quickly. “Good. I have so many ways I want to make you come, sweetheart. My cock gets harder thinking about it.”

  Selfishly I’d forgotten he’d given all the pleasure, but that huge organ pressing against my ass should’ve been impossible to forget. Moving back slightly, I rubbed my wetness over that length, not sure how I could be turned on again, but was. He grabbed my hips, stilling them the playfulness gone now.

  “Unless you plan on fucking me, sweetheart, you need to stop.” His cock twitched, and my core tensed and released.

  “I want you.” Moving again, I knew he’d fill me up more than I could handle, but I didn’t care. He allowed it for a few seconds, then stopped me again.

  “You on the pill?” Shaking my head no, he lifted me off his lap and scooted to the edge of the bed. Reaching inside the nightstand he pulled out a condom. “Put it on me.” I’d never done that, and I guess the look on my face showed it, because he chuckled. “Open it up, then roll it down my dick. Nothing to it.”

  A few minutes later and I decided not that easy. He groaned at my attempts and finally took it from my hand adjusting it in seconds. “We’ll work on that later. Climb on.” His hands reached up to grab the headboard, knuckles turning white.

  Awkwardly I straddled his cock, my hand holding it as I attempted to take him in. Wet as hell, the large bulbous head stretched me wide. Biting my lip hard, I pushed down, sure this wouldn’t work and gasping as I took in barely an inch. “You’re too big.” Frustrated I looked to him for help, but he had a death grip on the headboard.

  Shaking his head, I could see beads of sweat on his beautiful forehead, telling me he needed more. “You’ll stretch, all about patience.” His words were spoken between clenched teeth, and it told me his was barely restrained.

  “This hurts you.” It wasn’t a question I could see how much it cost him to not move.

  “Feels fucking good.” My body opened to take more of him as he spoke, and I caught my breath. Lifting up slowly I pushed back down, taking even more. He filled me to overflowing, and it wasn’t exactly pleasurable, but I was determined to have him. Finally I’d taken all his long length, and remained seated, allowing my body to adjust.

  “Shit, Erin. My cock has never been gripped so tight. You okay?” Nodding, I slowly inched up and slid down again, needing more than that fullness that consumed me. Growing braver as my need to find fulfilment built, I took him harder, faster so close to that paradise waiting on the other side.

  “I’m gonna come baby. Want you with me.” He finally released the headboard but only to use his fingers to rub my clit. I felt him through the condom as he came, and his touch pushed me over leaving me screaming out his name. Falling on his chest, I trembled in the aftermath, not sure I had the strength to move.

  chapter thirteen

  Jealousy

  Dane

  Hearing my Erin screaming out Brandt’s name in pleasure pissed me off to the point rage. I got ready for work fast, and left with only one agenda. Fucking some other bitch until she was the last thing on my mind. There were no group parties tonight, but working the floor gave me more opportunity to find the perfect receptacle for my lust. I wanted a woman that could take the rough, up against the wall, hard pounding I craved. Screw that little innocent, my dick needed some experienced pussy!

  My salvation sat her ass down in my section during the second dinner service, and I walked her way with only one intention. Dripping with charm, I held out her chair, grazing skin and leaving my hand on her shoulder longer than necessary. Her knowing smile told me she knew the game, and those eyes gave me the longing I deserved. Placing a linen in her lap, I rubbed her thigh before lifting away.

  Her two friends were eyeing me, and I gave them a smile, but my focus stayed on the busty blonde, wanting her to know she was mine. Handing them menus my eyes ate her up. “What can I bring you ladies tonight?”

  “What do you recommend?” Her tone was refined, but the way she looked at my junk told me her mind was in the gutter.

  Playing it up, I gave my signature smirk, rubbing my hand close to my crotch as I spoke. Teasing without giving it all away, she was nearly panting as I spoke. “Chef Noah has a delicious Clam Chowder tonight. It’s hot and creamy almost too sinful for words.” This was my game, and I knew she was buying it when her hand went to her throat, fluttering against her tanned skin.

  “That sounds lovely, what do you think ladies?” Her eyes barely strayed from my crotch and I awarded her with a million dollar smile. Her friends were like parrots bobbing their heads and I bit back a chuckle.

  “I’ll put your appetizer order in, would you like me to bring drinks or I can show you the bar?” Many of our patrons chose the bar because the wait times even on a weekday were long. The crowd moving through hunks was always standing room only, but the food was worth the wait.

  “The bar.” She stood up and I offered my arm like a real gentleman, the difference? I planned to fuck her like anything but a lady. Her friends followed, not that I paid them attention, but it was hard not to hear their boring chatter. When the bar came into view, I held on to my catch, and told the other two to have a drink on me. Pulling my fuck buddy a few feet away, I lowered my mouth to her ear. “What do you crave?”

  Her hand lowered to my ass, grabbing it showing interest. “You.” There was nothing shy about her, exactly what I needed tonight. Pulling her toward the supply closet, I opened the door and took her inside.

  “Show me how much you want this.” Grabbing my crotch briefly, I dropped my hand waiting for her next move. Didn’t take long.
She unbuttoned my jeans, slid down my zipper, and pushed the material off my hips like a woman starving for cock. Dropping to her knees, she took me deep in her mouth, I let her lead for a minute before skull fucking her. She knew what she was doing, and seemed to enjoy it, not that I gave a damn. This was about my needs.

  I almost let her make me come, but decided a pussy was better than a mouth. Dragging her up, I pulled a condom out of my pocket before pulling my jeans down to my ankles. “Slide off your skirt and panties and get up against that wall. Spread those legs wide.” Ripping the packet open with my teeth, I slid it on while she followed my instructions.

  Using my hand I got her wet enough to take me, then pounded into her without reserve. Holding her hips I unleashed my cock, rocking her off her feet with every hard thrust. Her cries of pleasure were so loud they probably heard them in the hall, but I didn’t give a fuck. Grabbing her hair in one hand, hip in the other I continued on showing no mercy. She came around my dick, and I was nowhere near busting a nut.

  Fucking her frantically, my cock seemed to have no interest in getting off, which made me increase the speed until we were like two rabbits. She dried out, and I cursed under my breath, pulling free I yanked off the used rubber, slamming it on the floor. “Suck me off.”

  Finding her knees, I grabbed her hair and forced her back and forth on my dick. Long minutes later I finally shot deep down her throat. It wasn’t great it felt unsatisfying, but at least I came. Pulling her to her feet again, I thanked her for the ride and she looked at me like I was a god. She fixed her clothes reaching down for her purse tossed away earlier. Digging out five hundred dollar bills, she pressed them into my hand.

  I wanted to shove them back her way, but caught myself. Tucking the money in my pocket, I lead her out of the closet and pointed out the bathroom. The rest of dinner was a fucking blur. My mood was dark, and the tips showed that I wasn’t giving my best. The money didn’t matter, I had so much I couldn’t piss it away. Normally my mentality was you could never have enough, something had changed.