Damn if I didn’t scramble into position on the floor, salivating over the thought of sucking him off. My ass was still sore—something I was reminded of as soon as I rested my butt against my heels—but for some reason, that only turned me on more.
He shook his head, though. “On the bed, facing the other way.”
“Oh.” Sheesh, I sounded like a freaking untried virgin. That didn’t stop me from crawling up to the mattress and doing exactly what he wanted in about 0.12 seconds, even though I usually wasn’t a fan of doggy style. Especially with a guy as big as Cody. I couldn’t control the depth this way, and it always hurt.
Still, I was already in a world of hurt, and that hadn’t stopped me from wanting more of whatever he wanted to give me, so why not?
His big hands landed on my cheeks, rocking me back toward him. “Baby, your skin is still so red and hot. You have no idea how much this turns me on.” He caressed me for a moment before reaching for my thighs and spreading them farther apart, then putting pressure on the small of my back and settling me into a sharp arch.
I kept waiting for the bed to dip when he climbed on behind me, but it never did. Instead, he dragged me backward by the hips until my feet were hanging over the edge and the heat of his body was just behind me, but he was still standing.
And then he was filling me. Completely.
In a single move, he was seated all the way to the hilt. He let out a groan. Or maybe that was me. I honestly wasn’t sure anymore, because everything was blurring together. But it was definitely Cody who said, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Although I could’ve said the same thing if I were capable of speaking, because holy shit, I’d never felt so gloriously full before in my entire life.
He pulled almost completely out, leaving only the tip of his dick inside me. But then he grabbed hold of my hips and plunged back inside, picking up a frenzied tempo of slamming into me with those monster thighs and dragging me back onto him at the same time. It should’ve hurt. It should’ve been too deep and had me crying out for a recess or begging to change positions, but it felt better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.
His hip bones kept slapping against my sore bottom, giving me sharp reminders of my spanking, but that didn’t do anything to slow down the raging inferno that was once again blazing in my core.
I tried to hold myself upright, but it was too much. He was too much. My body and mind were completely overwhelmed by Cody Williams. My arms gave out beneath me, and I dropped my head and chest down against the mattress while he pummeled my pussy from behind, giving me the workout of the century. Or at least that part of me.
Then his hand was in my hair, like the night he’d finger-banged me against the door. He dragged me back, drawing me into an almost painful arch and angling my head so he could kiss me. His tongue launched an assault to rival the one his cock was making on my pussy. I was putty in his hands, especially when he dipped his other hand between my legs and started frigging my clit.
Too much. It was all too much.
My entire body tensed and splintered, practically convulsing as I spiraled out of control. I thought I heard him shout, but he sounded a million miles away. Probably due to the sex fog I was in, which I doubted would lift for a few centuries.
More sated than I’d ever been before, I coiled my body into a hot, sweaty cocoon. I doubted I’d ever feel this content again. At some point, I became aware of his hard body curled around me, his legs tucked behind mine and his arms wrapped tight around my waist, dragging me back against him. His warm breath flitted over my ear, and his heartbeat thudded heavily against my back.
This was as close to heaven as I ever expected to be.
But I was right. Cody “Dirty Harry” Williams was a freaking sex god. And he liked all sorts of filthy things that I’d never even dreamed of.
And he was mine.
I NEEDED TO figure out why, all of a sudden, I seemed to think it was a good idea to break every rule I’d set for myself. Because I needed to put an end to it, and the sooner, the better. For some reason, every line I’d ever drawn in my life was now blurred, if not worse. Some of them had been completely eviscerated.
It was as if the stress of everything going on with Dad, and being worried about my sisters handling him without me there, combined with the anxiety of potentially being traded since I didn’t have a contract already in place for next season, had been the last straw. Combined, the weight of them had sent me over the edge.
Rules? Who needed rules? Clearly not me, even though I had attempted to put plenty of them in place and to respect those that others had set for me.
Hands off Dani Weber because she’s Webs’s little girl.
Um… That one had been obliterated well before tonight, but now? Now I didn’t think there was any going back.
What about the rule about not dating girls who were young enough to still be considered girls by most people? That one had been in place since my first season with the Storm, because there were so many young girls who tried to catch our attention as pro athletes, but it was hard to be certain if they were legal or not. Better to just stay away. I couldn’t afford to get myself into a mess like that. My life was already enough of a mess without adding underage girls to the mix.
I might as well have thrown that one out the window now, too. And all because of Dani. True, I didn’t have to worry that she was underage since I had known her for so long. But she was so damn young I didn’t know what I was thinking. Technically, we weren’t dating—I’d made that a rule between us before we’d done any of this. Ha-ha. Yeah, another rule. Neither Dani nor I seemed to be very good about following rules right now.
Spanking and sex should be kept completely separate. That was another rule I’d established for myself back when I’d first delved into the BDSM scene.
Yeah, I’d crashed through that one, too, even though it was one of the more important rules I’d ever made for myself.
I didn’t want to get those two parts of my life mixed up. Spanking and role play fulfilled one of my needs, but I’d never allowed emotion to get involved with it, beyond the specific needs being met. It was important to me to avoid getting too involved with any of the women I scened with. I kept myself hidden behind a mask. I only participated in public—either at Leather & Lace or at a private party, although I’d avoided those like the plague ever since my night in jail—never anywhere private, where anyone could get the wrong idea about where things were headed.
My fetish was strictly a means to an end, a way for me to release my need for control in a healthy manner without getting emotionally involved with someone. I couldn’t afford to get caught up in any sort of true relationship right now. Sex was where emotion tended to come in. Which was probably why I didn’t get into relationships very often. Not with everything going on back home. I always kept myself to myself, my private life private. My focus needed to remain on my family. Bringing a woman into the mix would only complicate matters.
But I’d gone and destroyed that line in the sand, just like all of the others. Sure, I’d told Dani we couldn’t be a couple. She seemed to be on board, but I wasn’t sure I could hold to it.
Everything was about to get sticky. That much was clear just looking down at the way I was holding on to her right now. This wasn’t a thanks-for-the-roll-in-the-sheets sort of position we were in. Objectively, I could distance myself enough to see the situation for what it was.
My arms were crushing her to me, keeping her back pressed tightly to my front and her full ass nestled against my dick. This was a protective hold. Possessive, even. Like I was staking a claim on her.
There was no better explanation for why I’d gone and spanked her as hard as I had, either. I’d intended to keep things light and playful, even though I intended the spanking to be a punishment. But it was her first spanking. I didn’t want to scare her off by getting too intense right out of the gate.
But once I’d gotten into it and I’d seen her response, I’d wan
ted to mark her. To brand her. The redness on her ass wasn’t permanent by any stretch of the imagination, but I’d hit her hard enough that her flesh was still hot to the touch now, still nice and pink. She wouldn’t bruise, but she’d feel it for a day or two. It would be a reminder for her every time she sat down.
The truth was, I wanted her thinking about me. I was a sick, twisted bastard. There was no other explanation.
I couldn’t figure out what the hell I was doing. I’d done everything wrong, but it all felt right. She felt right. Having her over my lap felt more right than I knew how to handle. Being inside her was like I’d found home. Holding her now… Christ, I’d never felt more content and at peace, not since my childhood, sometime before my parents’ wreck.
Every now and then, Dani wiggled. Probably not intentionally. No, definitely not intentionally. She was snoring lightly, dead to the world after her three intense orgasms.
I shouldn’t be holding her like this. I should make sure she was all right after her spanking and the way I’d held her down, and then I should send her on her way. Cuddling like this would give her the wrong idea. Hell, it was giving me the wrong idea. But I couldn’t get enough of touching her, feeling her smooth skin pressed against mine, smelling the clean scent of her hair when it tickled the end of my nose, listening to the soft sounds she made while she slept.
I felt drunk on Dani, and I didn’t want to sober up.
Through all that we’d done tonight, we’d never gotten around to taking her bra off. The soft lace brushed against my arm with every breath she took, constantly rubbing those beautiful breasts up and down over my skin. Even in her sleep, her nipples were hard peaks. Between that and the way she wriggled her ass into my groin, I was already half-hard again.
Still asleep, she rolled over, forcing me onto my back. She threw an arm across my abs and tangled her legs with mine, resting her head on my chest. I groaned because I wanted this more than I should. Having her in my bed. In my arms, nestled right up against me. Hell, just having her.
Or maybe she wasn’t fully asleep, because her hand started trailing over my abs, whisper-soft fingers tracing the lines of my muscles.
And those mischievous fingers were heading down south, with a sleepy sort of determination that I’d never experienced before with any woman. Most women I was with—both for spanking and for sex—tended to be happy to submit. Dani wanted to be submissive in the end, but not without a fight first. Her feisty nature annoyed me as much as it lit a fire inside me.
I settled a hand over hers to stop her progress, because if she touched my dick right now, I’d have another raging hard-on faster than I could blink. If she was awake, I needed to make sure she was all right after everything we’d done and then get her to go home, not start round two.
She squirmed and tried to pull her hand out of my grasp.
“Be still,” I said.
“I want to touch you the way you touched me.” Dani’s voice was a muffled complaint, due to her smooshing her face against my chest. Fuck, but that was adorable. And hot. Especially when she put her tongue out and flicked it over my skin. I flinched. My cock took notice of her efforts, too.
How could she be both cute as a button and sexy as hell in the same moment? That shouldn’t be legal.
I needed to rein it in. For both of us. “Not right now,” I said, keeping her hand trapped so she couldn’t resume her exploration.
Not ever would have been the wiser response. I had no idea what I was doing. It was all wrong. The smart thing right now would be for me to end whatever this was becoming before I got in any deeper than I already was. Yeah, Dani might end up with hurt feelings, but we’d both be better off in the long run if we didn’t allow ourselves to get emotionally attached. More and more, it was looking like it might already be too late to stop that, but allowing this to go any further would only make it more difficult to walk away later.
“You’re no fun.”
It was dark in my room, but I could hear the pout in her voice. That planted an image in my mind of her downturned lips and all the things I had been imagining her doing with that sexy, pouty mouth.
Bad train of thought.
“I never claimed to be fun,” I bit off. If I didn’t play this right, she’d be using those lips on me in the ways I’d been visualizing ever since the night of Babs’s party instead of walking out my front door. That couldn’t happen. This had already gone too far. “Do you think Babs and Katie will recognize my car if I drive you home and drop you off?” I asked, determined to get rid of her before I couldn’t make myself do it. The truth was, I was perilously close to not being able to let her go, and I knew it. “Because you should get home but it’s too late for you to walk. I could get you an Uber.” As a matter of fact, I should go ahead and do that. I reached for my phone, but I didn’t get very far.
Because she pushed herself up so she could glare down at me. The moon lit the room through the window enough that I could feel the full force of her displeasure. Understandable, since I was essentially kicking her out. She was already too attached, damn it. So was I. I definitely needed to get rid of her now.
“It’s only nine,” she argued. “I don’t need to go yet.”
The hell she didn’t. The longer she stayed, the more likely I was to do something else I shouldn’t.
She wormed her hand free from mine and resumed tracing patterns over my skin with the sort of determination I’d come to expect from her. It felt too good to make her stop even though I knew I absolutely shouldn’t allow her to continue. For so many reasons. But when she was touching me, I couldn’t think.
My semi was well on its way to becoming a full erection again. For some reason, when I was around Dani Weber, my dick seemed to think I was sixteen again and could just go at it nonstop.
I was about to put my hand over hers again to still her nimble fingers when she bent her head down over me and swirled her tongue around one of my nipples. That did it. My dick was fully on board, perking up like a junkie getting his fix. Dani took notice, propping herself upright and grinning into my face with a look that made me want to tie her up and fuck her into next week.
But then the grin shifted, going cute and adorable on me again. Christ, but I couldn’t keep up with the changes in this woman.
“You ever think about how the first people figured out how to have sex?” she asked.
I was so stunned that this was the thing on her mind that I could only stare for a moment. “What?” I asked after attempting to wrap my head around her question. But I failed to do so. Absolutely, unequivocally failed. Talk about a one-eighty from where my mind had been. I mean, sex? Yes. But I was thinking about all the different ways I wanted to fuck Dani again. Right now. And maybe spanking her again for being incorrigible, even though her ass probably couldn’t take it yet, and even though I needed to figure out how to put an end to this entire situation.
“You know, like Adam and Eve,” she said, thoroughly unfazed by my confusion. She was acting like this kind of postcoital conversation was normal. Like we were a couple, and this was the sort of thing we usually did. “They didn’t have parents to teach them about the birds and the bees,” she continued, “and even if they did, if they were anything like my dad, then there wasn’t anything more explanatory than ‘Man loves woman, woman loves man, man and woman lie with each other fully clothed and without touching at all because man isn’t an asswipe, baby arrives nine months later as a reward for the non-asswipe’s good behavior,’ you know? And they didn’t exactly have porn, so how did they figure out how to do it? Like, when did you figure out where to stick your cock?”
This whole thing came out in a single breath, and she was looking at me like this was the most natural conversation we could possibly be having. But she was totally and completely serious.
“I don’t think I ever saw it diagrammed in a sex manual or anything,” I said, doing my best to get with the program.
“No, but I’m sure guys you went to scho
ol with told you, or you saw it in some porno or something. I mean, you didn’t just see a naked woman for the first time ever, realize there were a few holes in strategic locations, and automatically know which one was meant for this guy.” With that, she took my cock in her hand and gave me a stroke that made my eyes roll back in my head.
And that was all I needed. Despite the ridiculousness of our conversation. Despite the fact that I never should have taken her to my bed in the first place. Despite the fact that I was essentially a dead man walking already, and this would only further seal my fate.
I wanted her. I wanted Dani more than I wanted air.
And the wicked gleam in her eye told me she knew it. I’d only given in to my baser urges and ignored common sense twice so far, but that was all it took for this girl to realize she completely owned me.
Keeping her fingers curled around me, she slowly rolled her thumb over my cock head, which was already wet and weeping for more of her touch. I couldn’t help myself. I raised up on my elbows and watched what she was doing to me. Her hands were so small and I was so hard that she could barely close her fingers all the way around me, but she squeezed the hell out of my dick, and it felt so close to heaven that I never wanted it to end.
“Hmm?” She licked her lips.
I wanted those lips and that tongue on me. Now. This was the most exquisite torture.
“Hmm, what?” I ground out. Because no way could I focus on the conversation when she was touching me like this.
“How’d you figure out where it went?” she asked, her devious eyes locked on mine. “When did you learn which hole to shove it in? Did you sneak into your father’s room and steal his Playboys? Or maybe you walked in on your parents doing the deed? No, I know what it was. You were twelve or something and stumbled into a friend’s older sibling watching nasty porn, and they invited you to watch it with them.”
“How the fuck did your father ever let you out of his house when you have such a dirty mouth?” A dirty mouth that I fucking loved. A hell of a lot more than I should. And I wanted to do dirty things to her dirty mouth—the sort of things that washing it out with soap wouldn’t ever be able to erase.
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