by Sierra
“I’m going to come.” He felt the need to warn her, because for once he didn’t think he’d be up for a quick repeat.
“Good.” She glowed up at him. “That was the idea.”
She redoubled her strokes, and in a matter of seconds he’d buried his hand in the back of her hair, dragging her head back to meet his kiss. His mouth was famished on hers, devouring her lips, claiming her tongue, thrusting in time with his cock between her slippery palms.
The orgasm rocked him back on his heels. He shot what felt like gallons of creamy cum on the floor, her legs, her belly. He watched her with lazy eyes as she stroked the cream into her skin, seeming to savor the evidence of his loss of control. He knew he should do something for her, he knew how turned-on she got playing with her men, and he knew she hadn’t come, but his body felt so heavy, exhaustion dragging at every muscle.
He watched through slitted eyes as she quickly rinsed herself off, and then let her lead him out of the shower to towel him off. When she led him to bed, he followed willingly, only asserting his will when she would have left him there alone.
“I need to clean up the bathroom,” she told him when he grabbed her wrist.
“It’ll still be there when we wake up.”
So she slid into the bed next to him, spooning up behind him under the silken duvet.
His last thought as sleep claimed him was that no one but him had ever slept in his bed.
Chapter Twenty-One
Somehow as they slept, Daniel ended up on his back, and Shannon ended up sprawled across him. It was amazingly comfortable, she realized, and let her savor every inch of his quickly waking cock.
She’d wanted the shower to be about him, about her caring for him. And God knew he’d needed some sort of release so he could sleep.
That didn’t change the fact that she’d gone to sleep with a dripping pussy and an irresistible desire to rub against him like a cat in heat. Now it felt as if he might actually be ready to help her out. If she could just wake him up.
She peered with bleary eyes at the clock and realized it was just after eight. There was a moment of strangeness—by now all three of them should be safe at work. But, she supposed, things wouldn’t be back to normal for a while yet.
Shifting against him so that her legs fell on either side of one of his, Shannon lightly ground her aching pussy over his thigh. God, it felt so good. Shifting some more, she brought herself up to straddle his belly, being sure to brush wetly over his rising erection.
Once she was satisfactorily situated, she began to press a series of slow, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. She worked her way down to his neck, interspersing little nips and sucks along the way.
He tasted amazing, like clean, spicy man. She couldn’t resist running her tongue down the column of his neck, savoring the light rasp of his growing beard against her tongue. Daniel was always immaculately clean shaven. Unlike Matthew, he’d never left even the slightest hint of beard-burn anywhere on her. She found she liked him a little scruffy. The stubble lay like gold dust on his skin and gave him a slightly rakish look. She’d always known he was a dangerous man—now he looked it.
Thoroughly enjoying the rare opportunity to be the aggressor, she began to work her way down his chest, dragging her pussy down his thigh with every slow inch. About the time she reached his nipples, his entire body tensed. Finally. She could use some participation.
As she licked and sucked at the stiff little points, his hands came up to cup her hips and run restlessly up and down her back. Smooth but hard, his fingers playing over the small of her back sent a cascade of shivers over her whole body. She arched into him, pressing her breasts into his ribcage and giving a little moan of enjoyment as her nipples dug into his velvety skin.
Finally he took the lead, dragging her up so that she was poised over him, her breasts swaying over his mouth.
“Hmm…” His voice was lazy, husky with sleep. The rough sensuality made her shiver again. “They’re both so tempting.” He gave one throbbing nipple a brief lick. “I don’t know where to start.”
He figured it out soon enough, going to work on first one and then the other, licking and nibbling, doing everything but what she needed—sucking.
She squirmed and whimpered over him, doing her best to press into his mouth. He gave a low chuckle and the vibration scraped over her over-sensitized skin, bringing a gush of moisture from her pussy.
“Do you want something, angel?” His tongue played at her some more, the touch still maddeningly light.
“Tell me what it is,” he murmured against her skin. “You know I’ll give you anything you want.”
She loved how vocal he was during sex. Every word seemed to speak of his arousal, and added to her own. She also loved when it came to the point that he was so turned-on he couldn’t talk anymore. It was like a barometer of her and Matthew’s effect on him, one he couldn’t disguise.
He was still tormenting her nipples, never giving her a firm enough touch. Taking her so close to the edge that she thought she’d go mad, thought that with one hard suck she’d explode like Fourth of July fireworks.
“Come on, angel,” that maddening voice continued. “Tell me what you need. I can’t help you unless you tell me.”
When he’d awakened to the sensation of her soft lips burning a path down his chest, Daniel had been utterly distracted from the fact that they were in his bed. His bed.
He’d taken the sweet torment as long as he could before assuming control. Hauling her up his body, he’d been unable to resist the berries of her nipples, dangling in front of him like ripe fruit on the vine.
Now, he was desperate for her to ask for what she wanted. He needed to hear her say the words, to know that she needed him as much as he…wanted her. He’d never admit to needing her. It just wasn’t in him. But he could admit to wanting her body with every aching inch of his.
“Suck me.” Finally! But he wanted more, wanted to hear the explicit words of sex and lust from those plump, deceptively innocent-looking lips.
“Suck you where?” He placed his lips on the underside of her breast, sucking hard enough to raise a red mark on her skin. “Here?”
“Noooo.” Her denial was a drawn-out groan of arousal and frustration. “My nipples.” She thrust them at his mouth. “Suck my nipples. Suck them hard.” She was panting, whimpering with almost painful arousal. “God, Daniel, I need to come.”
That was enough for him, and he latched on with a suction that would have been painful if she’d been any less aroused. She immediately gave a shriek of unbearable pleasure and wrapped her fingers in his hair as she shuddered through her climax.
She collapsed against his chest, trembling with aftershocks. The feel of all her bare skin rubbing against his like velvet sent a fresh burst of tingles over his body. Sliding down a bit, she kissed his collarbone before lifting her lips to catch his.
“Thank you.” She breathed it into the kiss, and her tremor of pleasure worked its way through his body.
After a few moments and many kisses, she slipped out of his grasp, easing to her back on the bed next to him. She smiled at his raised brows.
“You might be done, angel, but I’m just getting started.”
She smiled and reached a hand out to him.
“Oh I’m not done.” Her eyes glowed almost gold. “Come here, then.”
Daniel hesitated before he let Shannon draw his body over hers. For all the exotic, mind-blowing sex they’d had, they’d never done straight missionary alone with just the two of them. Somehow, heart to heart, eye to eye, it seemed so much more intimate than any of the things they’d done, alone or with Matt.
Now she lay under him, like some sort of feast. She was so tiny, dwarfed by his larger frame. Her fragility was a bigger turn-on than he’d ever have guessed.
Moving more gently than he’d planned to, he crooked his knee under one of hers, bending his leg to draw her thigh up and open. When she was open enough, he fitted his hips in
to the cradle of hers. He slowly slid his throbbing erection over her slippery folds as he automatically reached for a condom, only to swear viciously when he remembered that they were in his bed. He didn’t have sex in his bed. Thus, no condoms in the room.
He started to lift off her, but her soft hands on his cheeks stopped him.
“You’re clean,” she whispered. “You showed me your blood tests.”
Of course he had. Any responsible, respectful lover would be sure to reassure their partners of their health.
“I’m on the Pill.” He stiffened as he suddenly realized where she was going with this.
“Oh no.” He’d seen Matt take her bareback, but had never ever imagined doing so himself. One did not do that with a temporary lover.
But fuck, it was tempting.
“Daniel.” She continued to hold him captive with tiny hands and enormous eyes. Her lower body arched, undulating over his straining cock relentlessly. She was painting him with the moisture of her lust, and he felt all his scruples beginning to melt beneath the flow.
“I need you in me.” He shuddered out a low groan in response. “I need to feel you.” With a mind of its own, his bare, burning cock tunneled deeper between her folds. “And I can’t think of anything sexier than feeling you come inside me.” His hips jerked involuntarily.
She was unraveling him with nothing but her words. “I need to feel how much you want me.”
That did it. With a deep grunt of excruciating pleasure, he plunged fully into her steamy depths.
“Fuck.” He’d never done it bare before. Now he wondered how he’d ever do it any other way.
“Fuck.” It was too much, too intense. He couldn’t form words. Hell, he couldn’t form coherent thoughts. He couldn’t do anything but drive all the way in, until he didn’t know where he ended and she began.
She wriggled against him, but he braced on one arm and used the other to hold her hips still.
“No, let me,” he panted. “Let me take it slow.”
He had to take it slow. He’d never feel this again, and he wanted to savor every second of it.
She felt so full. So incredibly surrounded. So cherished. Having him over her, in her like this, was beyond anything. She could feel every ridge, every pulsing vein on his cock rasping her sensitive tissues. It was fricking amazing.
He continued to power in, in, in, and then so slowly back out. Each thrust touched her deeper, until he was touching her very heart. Her soul.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, those laser-blue eyes connected with hers. She’d never seen them so open. So vulnerable. God, if he was touching her soul, she was looking into his. And it was beautiful.
The sight ratcheted her pleasure even higher. She could feel her body drawing tighter, the deceptively strong muscles of her sheath clutching at his cock as he kept his relentlessly slow rhythm. She knew she was about to come and she thought, from the way his breath jerked from his chest, he might be too.
“Daniel.” Her voice was ragged and broken. Her heart was in her voice and in her words. “My Daniel.”
He closed his eyes, tipping his head back. He pushed up on his hands, on straight arms so she could look down and see him working that enormous, gorgeous cock into her.
Her jagged whimper brought his eyes back to hers, and finally the words she’d kept bottled inside for so many weeks broke free.
“God, I love you, Daniel.” His body jerked tight and his cock seemed to swell even bigger as his eyes widened in shock. “I love you so much.” She knew there were tears in her eyes and in her voice. She thought there might be tears in his too.
“You own me.” Now that she’d started, she couldn’t hold anything back. “You own Matt and me both.” With each word his hips pistoned faster, driving her implacably closer to release.
Suddenly he slammed into her, seating himself to the hilt and grinding his pubic bone against her straining clit.
She came with a shriek that was his name.
* * * * *
What the fuck?
He’d never heard those words from a lover. In fact, he’d specifically chosen lovers that would never say such a thing, even in the heat of passion.
He’d like to believe it was the orgasm talking, but he knew better. Shannon had shown her love in so many ways since the first time they’d met. And now, hearing those dreaded words, all he could think was that he wanted to hear them again.
It terrified him that it didn’t terrify him. It terrified him that he wanted to say it back.
Fuck.
He felt himself swell, her sweet honey anointing his aching flesh. He felt her shudder her release under him as her pussy rippled over him. His angel wasn’t normally a screamer, and when she screamed his name it was like music to his ears. He choked back the words that stopped up in his chest.
Fuck.
He had to do something to regain his balance. And fast.
In a lightning-fast move he pulled out, ignoring her wail of protest. Grabbing a pillow with one hand, he used the other to flip her to her stomach. He jammed the pillow under her stomach, pointing that delicious bubble-butt in the air as he crouched behind her.
Before she could brace herself, he’d poised his cock at her wet, ruby-red opening and was driving in.
This was better. All the pleasure, and fuck she felt good on his bare skin, with none of the longing looks and terrifying intimacy.
Finally, his control slipped its leash. He pounded into her almost brutally, drinking in each of her gasps, savoring her grunts as he drove her into the mattress. He was swelling, swelling, and then he came.
It felt as if he came for hours, for years. Her body soaked in his scalding release, and with the first spurt he felt her pussy seize up again, clutching him in yet another powerful climax.
When the storm passed, he meant to get up. To go shower. To regroup. Instead he collapsed against her, only barely managing to direct the bulk of his weight to her side before sleep claimed him.
* * * * *
Shannon woke because she was cold. The duvet was on the floor somewhere at the foot of the bed, and Daniel’s living heat was no longer wrapped around her.
She turned her head just enough to gaze at his form on the far side of the bed, barely visible in the dusky light of the bedroom. At first she couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing.
He lay on his stomach, his face buried in a pillow. His shoulders were shuddering. His fingers gripped the sheet so tightly that the knuckles were white. All at once, the tense, shaking body and the choked noises muffled by the pillow made sense.
Daniel was crying. Deep, racking shudders from his shoulders on down his body. She heard him moan deeply into the pillow. The sound was one of loneliness and a kind of hurt Shannon had never heard before. It killed her to see him in this state, killed her not to be able to take him and let him cry in the safety of her arms. She was strong enough for both of them. She wanted Daniel to look at her, reach for her, take what she had to offer.
He wouldn’t though, and it tore Shannon in two. Everything in her cried out to go to him, to hold him and comfort him. But she knew that he wouldn’t welcome it. If she knew her man, and she thought she did, he’d be humiliated and probably even pissed beyond words to have her witness this moment of weakness.
So she forced herself to stay on her own side of the bed until his shudders slowed and finally stopped. When she thought he’d finally slipped back into sleep, she inched closer, until she could wrap an arm over his waist. Until she was once again spooned up against his back.
She’d been sure he was sleeping, so she was surprised when he captured her hand with one of his, winding his fingers around hers and holding tight.
Neither spoke, and she held him until sleep covered them both like a blanket.
She woke in the early evening, alone in an empty bed. She stumbled through a shower and into the kitchen, drawn by the tantalizing scent of coffee. There was a note propped against the warm coffee pot.
Eat. You need it.
She rolled her eyes. Even via note he was bossy. She loved it.
Take good care of Matt. I’ll talk to you later.
She shook off the unease caused by waking in an empty house, and gave a silly little grin. She could hardly wait to tell Matt about their breakthrough.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Matt had been thrilled to hear about Daniel’s surrender the previous night, but both of them found their elation fading as the evening passed with no sign of the man. By nine, Shannon was sick with worry. She’d come too close to losing Matthew less than twenty-four hours ago. She needed to know Daniel was safe.
There was no answer on his cell. No answer at the house. Finally, in desperation, she tried his office and was surprised when he actually answered the phone.
“God, Daniel, thank God you’re all right.” She couldn’t keep the relief from her voice. It quickly drained away, though, at his answer.
“Shit, I didn’t even think. I just got swamped.” An uncomfortable silence filled the line. No questions about how she was after the cataclysmic lovemaking of the day before. Hell, no questions about how Matt was after the cataclysmic accident of the night before.
“Well.” She hated the hesitation that entered her voice. “You’re okay. That’s what matters.” Matt was waving determinedly for the phone, but she ignored him. She couldn’t understand, or maybe she couldn’t accept, the vibe she was getting from Daniel.
“So.” She kept her voice determinedly level. “When can you get here?” She forged on in the uncomfortable silence. “Matt is crazy to see you.”
There was a long pause.
“Well.” She heard papers rustle. “I’ve got another couple of hours here, and then I thought I’d go home and get some sleep.” His voice took on a lascivious tone, one that was worlds away from his natural sexy tones. “Some naughty little girl kept me from getting much sleep today.” He hesitated a moment. “You’ll explain to Matt, won’t you?”