DanielsSurrender

by Sierra

  “Okay.” Shannon tried to control her profound disappointment. She’d found not one, but two amazingly hot men and had thought she might have a chance with at least one of them. It was depressing beyond words to discover they were more interested in each other than in her.

  “Okay,” she repeated. “Then I think you’d better explain to me exactly what it is you want from me. Was what happened earlier on the couch some sort of…fluffer until the main event?”

  She met his eyes somberly. Her body was at war with her brain. She wanted, and it looked as if she wasn’t going to get any satisfaction.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I meant every second of what happened on the couch. And if I was getting ‘fluffed,’” he winced at the term, “for anyone, it was you.”

  He sighed and gestured for her to sit. Somehow Shannon couldn’t bring herself to sit calmly on the couch where they’d almost made love less than an hour ago. Walking over to gaze out the window, she motioned for Matthew to continue.

  “Things between Daniel and me are…complicated. He’s not my boyfriend. But I do want him, and God knows he wants me, too. That doesn’t have anything to do with my wanting you. Shannon, before you there hasn’t been a woman to make me hard with just a look in years. Hell, not since I was a horny teenager. The reason I stopped earlier wasn’t because I’d rather be with Daniel. It was because everything with Daniel is a struggle. He wants me, but he doesn’t want to. I don’t want to be with you and then find out you regret it later.” He came to stand behind her, gently turning her to meet his eyes. “I want you too damn much for that.”

  Shannon knew she should turn around and walk away right now. This was a situation destined to break her heart. And yet, she understood Matthew completely. Hadn’t she just stood in the elevator marveling at her desire for two unique men? Returning Matthew’s serious look with one of her own, Shannon lifted her hand to his stubble-roughened cheek.

  “I won’t regret it later.” And she guided his mouth down to meet hers.

  Her smile felt like sunshine, and Matt realized her kiss tasted like it, too. After too many times of being the aggressor with Daniel, having Shannon freely offer her mouth was like a balm to Matthew’s bruised heart. He wasn’t quite sure when fooling around with Daniel had become something more than a really sexy experiment, but he found with each of Daniel’s rejections, he hurt a little more. Shannon eased that hurt. Her desire for him was so clear, so pure, and he felt as if her totally unselfish passion was healing hurts he’d never even realized he had.

  At first she just pressed her lips to his, a sweet, chaste kiss. He felt her breath on his cheek and slowly realized they were breathing in synch. With no contact beyond their closed lips, they had become one.

  After a while, her lips began to move. Kissing Shannon was the polar opposite of kissing Daniel. Her lips were so soft, shaping and reshaping his. She sipped softly at his top lip, and then his bottom, pulling back from time to time to examine her work. Matthew could feel his lips flushing and swelling under her attention, and her satisfaction was evident in the wicked, feline smile she gave him.

  Reaching up with her free hand, she cradled his face, surrounding him in her warmth. Her softness. His hands, which had been fisted in his pockets, came out to brush softly over her hair before sliding down her back to rest lightly at her hips.

  Without any encouragement, she stepped closer. Matthew loved Shannon’s body. He loved that she didn’t look like some stick figure who would break the first time he rode her hard. He loved how she felt crushed up against him, no hard edges, just warmth, soft and giving. He loved her round, natural breasts, and he even loved the round curve of her belly. In fact, he loved her belly quite a lot because at this very minute it was cradling his aching erection like a soft pillow of heat.

  Shannon felt Matthew sigh, long and contented, against her mouth and smiled into their kiss. He’d let her take control, even seemed to need that from her, and she was soaking in every minute.

  She kept the pace slow, even languid, but she could feel his cock throbbing like an iron spike fresh off the fire against her belly and knew slow wouldn’t work much longer. Shannon didn’t think she could take much more of slow either. Her pussy was on fire and with every lick of her tongue over his lips, the fire burned hotter.

  Letting her hands feather gently down Matthew’s face, she stroked the lean cords of his neck, sliding into the open collar of his shirt to run inquisitive fingertips over his shoulders. One by one she plucked open his buttons, baring the bronzed expanse of lean, hard, muscled chest. His shirt was satiny smooth under her hands. Matthew’s skin was even smoother. And so warm.

  Pressing light butterfly kisses to the corners of his lips and the underside of his jaw, Shannon tilted her head to admire the prize she’d revealed. Matthew was tall and muscular, built lean like a swimmer. His skin, bronzed by the sun, was like golden velvet under her hands. His chest was smooth and hairless except for a scattering of silky strands surrounding his nipples, and a thin, silky trail twining around his navel and arrowing down beneath the waistband of his pants.

  Pulling his shirt free of his pants, Shannon continued her exploration with hands and lips. Spreading her fingers wide, she ran both palms up his sides. When she danced her fingertips over the ridges of his ribs, Matthew shifted, pushing into her touch. When she ran curious fingertips over his chocolaty nipples, he arched into her hands like a well-petted cat.

  Exploring, she swept her hands up and over his shoulders. It seemed decadent beyond words having the freedom to run her hands all over Matthew’s body. She drank him in through the surface of her palms, memorizing every detail of his texture.

  Sliding her hands down his arms, she began removing his shirt. When it stuck at the wrists, she lifted first one hand and then the other to deal with his cufflinks. Lifting his hands one at a time, Shannon pressed hot, wet kisses into his palms, and drew the tip of each finger into her mouth for a brief suck as she worked the chunks of platinum loose, freeing his hands.

  Once his shirt was out of the way, she had much more to explore. Sliding around behind him, Shannon went on tiptoe and gathered his loose hair together and to the side, baring the nape of his neck. Stretching as high as she could reach, feeling her nipples drag over his smooth skin with each breath, Shannon ran her tongue over the back of Matthew’s neck, swirling around each knob of his spine, paying special attention to the scattered red marks and bruises suggesting rough love-play.

  She continued her torture, dragging her nails lightly down either side of his spine while her tongue played with each vertebra. He tasted of salt, and when she reached the small of his back, he arched and let slip a low moan of pleasure that arrowed directly between Shannon’s legs.

  Remaining behind him, Shannon reached around to toy with the closure of his trousers. Accidentally on purpose she fumbled, stroking over his cock and brushing against his balls. For the first time Matthew moved, clasping one hand over hers, locking her in place.

  “If you touch me there, I’ll come right now, and I’m not ready to.” He kept his voice at a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the spell she was weaving as she cherished his body.

  She didn’t answer, but she did move her hands to the safer territory of his thin black belt. With nimble fingers she plucked at the buckle, and then at the fastener of his pants.

  She dropped to her knees behind him as she slid his pants and briefs down in one smooth movement. When they landed to puddle at his ankles, he moved without prompting to step out of them and kick the lot away.

  Shannon knelt behind him, lost in sensory overload at the reality of Matthew’s nude body. Wrapping her hands around his thighs, she rested her cheek on the hair-roughened skin just below his left buttocks and enjoyed the sensation of his heat sinking into her own skin.

  Leaning back, she took a moment to cup her palms over the hard, round globes of his ass. There were bruises here too, as though someone had held his hips, digging into his skin in violent passi
on. Shannon was pretty sure she knew where these marks had come from, and the idea of Daniel clutching at Matthew while lost in his own pleasure sent a frisson of electricity from her nipples to her clit.

  Pressing her face again into the small of his back, Shannon let her hot breath wash over his skin. Carefully avoiding his cock, which was bobbing upward somewhere in the vicinity of his navel, and his testes, which had drawn up like little apricots and looked painfully aroused, she wrapped her hands around the tops of his thighs and dragged her nails down their inner surface with a tantalizing bite of pain.

  Matthew arched into her touch once again before reaching over his head in a luxurious stretch ending with him dragging his fingers through his hair. The look of him left her breathless and Shannon found herself back on her feet and facing him in less time than it took for her to jerk in enough oxygen to keep from getting dizzy.

  Chapter Seven

  Matt’s eyes met hers, and Shannon felt as if she was looking into his very soul. The smoky-blue color that gave away his passion was a mere rim around liquid black pupils. Shannon panted, desperate for air, and leaned forward to run her tongue over one hard nipple.

  Mouth occupied, she reached for the button of her jeans, quickly yanking it loose and pushing the confining material down her hips, causing them to slide down and land with a soft thump at her feet.

  Licking her way from one nipple to the other, she toed off her sneakers and socks. As Matthew caught her head in his hands, bringing her lips up to his, she was kicking her pants aside and reaching for the hem of her tank top. Pulling back from his mouth, Shannon caught his eyes and drew the thin cotton top over her head, tossing it aside.

  She stood naked before him, letting him look his fill. She’d never done that before, never trusted a lover enough to be completely exposed, flaws and all. Now, looking into Matthew’s eyes, all she saw was approval and need. And heat.

  Reaching for her hand, Matthew led her up a short flight of stairs and into his bedroom. He pressed the dimmer switch as they entered, filling it with a warm golden glow, and drew her gently to the bed, helping her to slide over the black satin duvet so she could recline in the center.

  Shannon shifted, enjoying the cool satin at her back. Matthew stood by the bed, his burning eyes moving over her body with almost physical weight. Finally he placed one knee on the bed, crawling toward her like a giant jungle cat. He stopped when he was directly over her, straddling her hips, lips even with hers.

  This kiss was his, and it wasn’t gentle. She’d burned all the gentleness out of him with the flame of her touch. In its place was a naked wanting that wouldn’t be denied. With one hand he cupped her jaw, holding her lips open for his invasion. His mouth ravished hers, tongue thrusting and tangling against hers until she was dizzy with need.

  Filled with his scent and taste, Shannon arched against him. She needed the drag of his chest over her bare breasts. She needed his skin pressed against the agonizing tightness of her nipples. As she twisted in his arms, Matthew moved to grasp her wrists, pinning them to the bed on either side of her head, and the small bondage ramped her arousal still higher.

  He crouched over her, a sexual beast in total control. Desperate for more, Shannon wriggled free of his grasp and wrapped her arms around his ribs, hooking her hands up around the backs of his shoulders. Digging her heels into the bed, she pushed up into his body, stroking into rock-hard muscle and silken flesh. At the same time, she drew his tongue into her mouth, starting a suction that jerked a groan from deep in his chest.

  Matthew dragged his mouth from hers only to run his tongue down the length of her neck. He painted swirling designs over her collarbone before tracing a line straight down the slope of her breast and running his tongue in circles around one taut nipple. As she gasped and arched, he drew the bud between his lips and began sucking a little more roughly. She watched his jaw work, saw the fall of his hair over her skin, felt his tongue pressing her aching flesh against the roof of his mouth, and nearly came right then. Back and forth he moved, first sucking one nipple, then nibbling the other, until Shannon thought she would go insane with wanting him.

  It had been a nearly silent seduction, punctuated with gasps and moans, but few words. Dragging his hands down the inner surface of her arms, Matthew lifted his head, releasing one swollen nipple with a pop. He lifted up enough to work his knees in between her thighs and spoke against her vibrating flesh.

  “You taste so amazing.” He licked at the hollow of her throat, causing her breath to catch. “I want to taste every inch of you.” He flicked her earlobe with his tongue, sending shivers down her spine.

  “I want to bury my tongue in your creamy little pussy.” Two long fingers burrowed into her narrow, slippery opening. “I want to suck your clit until you scream.” He swirled his fingertips over her clit before catching it between them for a light squeeze, yanking a squeak of surprised pleasure from her.

  “That’s no scream, baby.” He squeezed again, and this time she obliged him with a low wail of ecstasy. “I want to slide my tongue into your tiny little hole, and suck every bit of honey you’ve got.” Those wicked fingers slid into her sheath, stretching her almost painfully. She arched into his hand and he ground his palm over her aching clit.

  “I want to do all those things.” He bit lightly at her collarbone, leaving a faint red mark. “I will do all those things.” He sucked at the tiny bruise, and she writhed as the sensation shot through her body. “But not now.” He paused to lap delicately at her nipples, and Shannon sobbed out an aching breath as he slid his fingers from her convulsing pussy. “Now, you’ve got me so wound all I can do is bury myself all,” he grasped his cock, dragging it through the scalding wet heat of her labia until the sensitive crest butted up against her clit, “the way in your tiny little body.” He dragged the huge knob of his cock back down, setting it against the narrow opening of her sheath.

  “Are you ready for me?”

  He didn’t wait for an answer, but began a slow invasion that ravished Shannon’s senses. Twisting from side to side, he worked the widest part of his cock through the narrowest part of her opening, and paused, panting.

  “So hot.” He moved deeper. “So tight.” And deeper still. “So fucking good.” He plunged home, dragging a broken cry from deep in Shannon’s chest.

  At first he didn’t thrust. He pulsed. He stirred. He rubbed the length of his cock along the sensitive inner tissues of her sheath, stimulating nerves she didn’t even know existed. When he did thrust, he started slow. Long, aching retreats. Powerful, irresistible penetrations. Shannon groaned with each surge, arching into him and finally wrapping one leg around his lean hips.

  He picked up speed, and the strength of his hips moved them up the bed. Grunting, he flattened one palm in the small of her back, steadying her as he powered in. With his free hand he pulled her other leg around his waist.

  “Hold on to me,” he rasped in her ear, and she wrapped both arms around his neck, burying her face in the damp fall of his hair.

  Hips working like a piston, he drew his legs in, knees up for leverage, and let the beast go. The change in position had the base of his cock grinding against her clit with every thrust. His hips were a blur, and each movement stroked her from the inside out, dragging incoherent cries from her throat.

  His lips caught hers in a kiss so carnal, so blatantly sexual, that she thought she’d turn to ash. When he raised his head, his eyes met hers, blistering in their intensity.

  “I need you to come now.” And she could feel it, just seconds away. “Now.” His voice was sharper. “Dammit, Shannon, come now.”

  And she did. It racked her from the inside out, an orgasm like none she’d ever experienced before. She could feel the muscles of her vagina clenching around his cock and the sensation of him, of herself breaking around him, sent a tidal wave of fresh convulsions through her. Her nails scored his back, and she felt his primeval growl of response rumble through her own body.

  S
he shuddered in the grip of a devastating pleasure for what seemed like hours, until finally her vision grayed and she slumped back into the softness of the comforter.

  Moments later, Shannon realized Matthew was still inside her, still moving, and still hard. She took a second to marvel that she could have had such a soul-destroying orgasm and not have taken him with her, and then dragged her eyes open to catch his expression.

  His jaw was clenched so hard she was amazed it hadn’t broken. He’d slowed his thrusts to prolong her orgasm, and now his body was so tight she thought if she touched him, he might break.

  Lightly running her hands down his sides, she cupped the flexing muscles of his ass.

  “It’s your turn now,” she whispered into the sweaty skin of his neck. “I want to feel you come.” He jerked, and his strokes lost their smooth rhythm. “Just let go, Matt.”

  His final thrust ground his pubic bone hard on her clit and, in combination with his seemingly endless spurts of scalding sperm and the expression of agonized pleasure on his beautiful face, threw Shannon back into the storm of passion, convulsing over him even harder than before, until at last they collapsed, boneless and breathless, against the bed.

  Sometime later, though Shannon couldn’t have said when, Matthew drew out of her and slid to her side. Before she could fully wake, he’d gathered her in his arms, dragging the comforter from beneath her. Settling her into the curve of his body, he spooned her against him and let the blanket drift down to cover them like a warm cloud.

  * * * * *

  Pearly-gray light glowed in the window when she awoke again. This time she woke to the featherlight strokes of his tongue on the swollen flesh of her pussy. When he saw she was awake, he deepened his touch, drawing moisture from her opening before setting up a gentle suction on her clit.

  When her body began to shudder, Matthew slid smoothly up the length of her and then slid snugly into her slick sheath in one luscious stroke. The loving was slower this time, and gentle. The orgasm, when it came, washed over her in ripples of pleasure, bringing tears to her eyes.