Chapter Thirteen: Hannah
It was risky. I knew it, he knew it, and still I’d been compelled to do this. If we were never going to be in the same place at the same time again, I needed to know what had happened between us and what, if any, kind of future existed for us. I wanted a future. I wanted out of this place. I wanted Danny O’Shea. I didn’t care where he’d come from, who he really was, or what he was looking for in life. I hoped he’d been looking for me.
I thought he, somehow, saw the real me, the one buried beneath the Hannah who ran the bar, the Hannah who had a bastard for a brother, the Hannah who was been trapped in the South Side with no way out. If he could see the real me, I had to know for sure.
The man did something to me. My pussy clenched, my tits swelled, my clit throbbed any time I caught a glance of him. When he smiled or winked or—God help me—even looked in my direction, my heart soared with a kind of happiness I hadn’t felt in my entire adult life, and very seldom in my childhood.
Now he was here in my arms. His hair felt like silk, his body like a redwood, his cock, which pulsed against my ass, like a steel rod.
I clutched his head between my hands as though he were the only thing holding me to earth, yet in his arms, I felt like a soaring bird, free to fly, free to strive for things I’d long wanted but never had the strength to take. I would take this. I would take him.
His lips caught at my nipple again, sucking, pulling, threatening to steal my willpower and judgment. I gave them willingly. Each touch of his lips sent a fire through my veins, burning, flashing bright all the way to the aching bud between my thighs. His hands clutched my ass, kneading and tugging me against him so hard and close there wasn’t a breath of air between our bodies.
We’d yet to say a word, but our bodies had said so many things over the last week I didn’t think words were even necessary. Pure want. Pure need. Pure pleasure.
Danny pushed a hand between us, and his thumb found my clit. That tiny bit of pressure rocketed through me so fast that my entire body shuddered in his grasp. The sensation snaked up my spine and set my brain on fire. I pressed harder against him, and he began to rub, the friction through my boy shorts and panties sparking an orgasm within moments. I quaked and clutched him tighter, my moans sounding weak and helpless, but I felt anything but weak and helpless. I felt powerful, alive, yearning for more.
I cried out, and his mouth covered mine. Even with the rhythmic thump of the music beneath our feet and through the barrier of the door, somehow, he knew that small sound could trigger an alarm in someone who might overhear. I was grateful for his kiss, for his caution.
As the orgasm abated, I slumped against him, and he took that as a signal. His hand left my ass, and the sweet sigh of a zipper being pulled met my ears. He slid his fingers inside my shorts and panties and pulled the material to the side and then rammed his long, hard cock into my pussy in one stroke. I was so wet it slid inside easily all the way to the hilt. So hard. So strong. So thick and long. I had only one thought. Mine.
The pressure of that pulsing cock nearly made me swoon as it filled me, seeming to swell within me to stroke every inch of my aching flesh. The glide and slide of his hot skin against my even hotter flesh felt like heaven, the smooth velvety shaft rubbing over my G-spot and causing an ache to spiral through my pelvis. I tilted my hips slightly and ground my clit against his body, a signal to move.
He began to pump, his lips locked on my throat, sucking and licking and then pressing open-mouthed kisses on my pulse. His cock pounded into me with the strength of a battering ram, and like a plundered door, I opened and accepted everything he had to give. Danny made soft sounds as his cock mercilessly rammed into my cunt. Juices dripped between my legs, and my orgasm began to build. The combination of his cock rubbing my G-spot and my clit burning against his clothing brought my senses to overload. Heat curled through my body, and sweat began to pool between my tits. Danny lifted me slightly and licked the salty sweat from my skin, drawing soft flesh into his mouth and tonguing it and flicking my nipples again and again until the very touch of his tongue took me to delirious heights.
I ran my hands over his strong shoulders and down his chest, finally snatching his T-shirt and yanking it over his head. I touched his muscles for the first time, hard mounds of flesh that rippled and flexed beneath my fingers. I squeezed and stroked, feeling the smooth, firm skin and dark swirls of hair, longing to touch my mouth to every inch of him. My fingers slid over the tats covering his arms and his massive chest, dark, somewhat primal spirals that seemed to breathe with a life of their own.
My cunt clenched down on his cock, and his breathing hitched. He latched onto my nipple and bit me softly and then rammed into me one last time. His body shuddered, and mine followed, both of us quaking against the door, holding on to one another like lifelines. His cock pulsed within me, and my pussy spasmed, over and over, holding his body tightly within mine as though I could hold him to me forever with my grip.
He pumped a few more times, and small quivers snaked through my pussy, my clit still aching. I rubbed it quickly against him, sending more flutters through my pelvis to shock me into another small orgasm. Then I cupped his face. I lifted it from my tits and kissed him. Softly. Tenderly. Like a lover.
He stared at me for a long moment, those dark eyes glittering with both desire and satiation. His gaze went from my eyes to my lips and came back to my eyes.
“We should talk,” he said.
“I guess we should.”
He pulled away gently, the loss of his cock a void I couldn’t fill on my own. He lowered me to the floor and, like a gentleman, righted my shorts and reached for my shirt. I shook my head. I liked the way he stared at me, as though my body held secrets he longed to unlock. If he asked, I’d give him the key.
I’d probably give him anything.