Chapter 24

Joey

Dani’s ass is up in the air, presented to me like the best fucking gift imaginable. Christmas has passed, but I’d give up every present I got if I could have this sweet pussy on my platter every fucking day.

The light from the torches pegged in the ground illuminates those glistening lips between her thighs, the peachiness of her skin. Fuck, I’m throbbing for her already. She’s got her mouth full at the moment, but I don’t focus on that.

All I want is her pleasure. I’ll give it, and I’ll take it. I’ll make it mine.

Two orgasms from my fingers and my lips. A third from my cock. Maybe another one while I’m filling her with my cum. That sounds about right.

Sounds like heaven.

My own personal nirvana buried in Dani’s body.

The wind picks up a little and goosebumps prickle the smooth skin of her ass. I bend and lick one cheek, then kiss it openmouthed. I move to the other and do the same, painting a line with my tongue, back and forth, up and down across those full apples.

She gives a muted, wet moan, her body bucking back and forth.

“Fuck yes,” I whisper. My fingers are pruned up from her cum, like I’ve been in a bath for too long.

My dick aches in my pants. I unzip and let it out. I inch forward on my knees and hold it behind her entrance, watching how her back arches, how she twists and moans. Her pussy drips those sweet juices onto the blanket.

Christ, it can’t get better than this, sexier.

I hold the base of my cock and direct it toward that quivering gash. She’s still rocking on the spot and I time it perfectly, wait until she’s on her path backward, then thrust into her. Bury myself to the fucking balls.

“Fuck!” I grunt.

Another muted scream from my Dani.

She’s so hot and tight, so wet, so trapped in her own pleasure that she’s already pulsing around me, keening again. She drums her feet on the blanket, kicking and shaking, pussy clenching again and again as she rocks through her third orgasm.

Third in one night. Let’s make it four. Fuck it, let’s make it ten. I’ll stay inside this woman until dawn if I have to. Anything to ensure that she comes out of this experience happy, sated, and a changed woman.

My woman for good.

All the pussy in the world can’t replace what I’ve got right now.

She finishes again, but it’s not over yet.

“Open wider,” Holden speaks up front.

She moans and seemingly obliges. I don’t focus on that, only on pleasuring her. I reach around and play with her clit, and she tightens around me again. I’ve already tweaked her clit so much tonight she’s probably aching, but it’s a sure fire way to make her come again, and that’s what I need.

More wetness, more warmth, more tightness.

“Good,” I grunt, as she squeezes my cock with her velvet walls. “Good, keep doing that. Keep squeezing, naughty girl.”

She does as she’s told, obeys me because she knows it’s good for her. She knows my dick, my fingers, will pull her to the brink of insane pleasure yet again.

I work her clit and pull my dick out of her slowly, admire the cum coating it, the slickness slathered across her lips, the insides of her thighs, all the way up to her pink, puckered asshole.

“Such a dirty girl,” I growl.

She tightens so hard she sucks my dick back into her depths.

“Yeah, you like that? You like being called a dirty girl?”

Dani’s incoherent, but her trembles tell me everything I need to know.

I thrust inside her, circling her clit with my finger, finding that sweet spot that drives her wild and relishing every little movement. Every whine or pulse brings me closer to my edge, but she’s got to come again for me.

She’s got to break before I do.

I’m so fucking close, though. Tingles spread through my nuts, and I quicken my pace on her clit. “Come for me, dirty girl. Come hard.”

Dani whines and fucks me, thrusts herself backward, encouraging more, harder. And I give it to her. I give it all to this woman. This fantasy girl who’s taken me to another fucking place in my mind. In my soul.

“Fuck,” I growl, because I can’t hold it any longer. I’ve got to fill this sweet pussy now. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

Dani’s orgasm starts in time with mine. She arches into me, milking my cock with that greedy little cunt. So greedy for my cum it makes me groan.

I spank her, grip her ass cheek, and lose control. My hips work of their own accord, and I release everything into her in six long squirts. My bad girl. My dirty girl. Look what you’ve made me do.

I coat her walls with my seed and hold myself inside her, grip both ass cheeks and press them together. I pull out nice and slow, holding her pussy lips tight around my cock as I slide out, keeping all that goodness inside her.

I want her dripping for days after this.

Dani gulps greedily at the front, glugging noises drifting back to where I’m admiring her pink swollenness, still gummed up with all my juices. She inhales sharply and quivers, still on her knees. “Oh, my god,” she says, and sits back on her heels, blocking my view. “Oh, my god, that was amazing.”

I kiss her smooth, tan shoulder, then stand and pull up my pants, zipping them closed. I fetch Dani’s dress and bring it back to her, then help her tug it on and rearrange herself. She’s just as gorgeous with it on than off, even more so now that her hair is all fucked up and she’s got that pink, just-fucked look about her.

I sit down beside her, and Holden takes a spot—fully clothed again, thank fuck—opposite. This isn’t as awkward as it should be.

I take Dani’s hand and kiss it. “I want to make you happy. That’s what that was about for me. I don’t know what it was about for Holden, but yeah, your happiness is what matters.”

Dani chews the corner of her lip and lowers her gaze to her lap.

“If it’ll make you happy to be with Holden, I’ll leave you to it,” I say.

Her head snaps up again, and she opens her mouth, urgent.

“But,” I put in, stopping her before she can interject, “if it will make you happy to have both of us, I’m fine with that, too.” Fuck, it doesn’t have to be a threesome every time. I’ll have her to myself most of the time.

“How will that work?” She flicks her gaze to Holden.

I don’t know about him, but for me, the moments after a good fuck are the times when I think clearly, probably because there’s no urge to dominate a pussy distracting me.

Holden is silent. His usual surly self. He fingers his chin and doesn’t answer.

“This is more than just this weekend,” I say. “There’s more than simply the three people here to consider. Holden has a family to take care of. He has an entire life in New York that you’re a part of and I’m not.”

“I—don’t know that that’s going to be true after this,” Dani says.

Holden pushes himself to his feet and looks down on us.

I place my hand in the small of Dani’s back, against the wet-silver fabric that drove me crazy earlier. She’s warm beneath it, and I love that. Love the heat of her, the realness.

“This is not the place to discuss this,” Holden says. “Come on, let’s take Dani back to her villa. She can have a shower, and we’ll talk about it over coffee or something.”

It’s a good idea, I’ll give him that. I’m past the point of punching him, but I’m still not ready to shake his hand.

I help Dani to her feet, and we set off across the sand, leaving the blanket, the wine and its little table, the glasses, all of it behind. There’s no time for that, and someone else will get it for us.

Right now, it’s all about the future. About what we’re going to do about the little problem we’ve created. I’ve created, technically.

Dani holds my hand then reaches for Holden’s. He takes hers, too, and together we walk up toward her villa.

How will this end? How can it possibly end well when we both want her and she wants both of us?

Whatever happens, I’ll keep her. I’ll keep Dani.

I squeeze her fingers, and she squeezes back.

Everything will be just fucking fine.