CHAPTER FOUR - DANNY
I know what she’s thinking.
Something along the lines of… How did we get here? Who are we? And should we be doing this without Alec?
Maybe also… how much of me has she missed out on?
The equal and opposite question can be asked of myself.
But I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna torture myself with regrets. I don’t regret walking out. I don’t regret letting her grow up into the woman she wanted to be before we got together.
This… right now… it’s a gift of patience on my part.
And with that thought I let it all go and just fuck her.
I lean forward to kiss her mouth. Let her get a little taste of herself on my tongue. She sighs, and it’s a lovely sigh. I cannot imagine a more perfect night.
She reaches up, placing her hands on my cheeks. Still kissing me. Still letting me pound her. And it’s almost too much. It’s almost too perfect.
But every one of those thoughts begins to drift away. Just silently drift away as the feeling of being deep inside her takes over. She’s breathing hard now, little squeaks and moans spilling out of her mouth as I thrust inside her with such force, I push her backwards, squishing her head up against the pillow with my forward momentum.
She drops her hands to my shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscles of my flesh, and pants out, “Yes. Yes. Yes,” each time. And I know she’s close. And I know I said we’d do it again, softer next time.
But I’m not done with the hard fuck just yet.
I pull out and she whines, “Danny!”
But I just take her hand, pull her up, then twirl her around and push her forward. Hell, if we’re gonna fuck hard, might as well… you know. Fuck. Hard.
Her hands reach out and stop her fall, pushing down on the top of the couch back. Her ass is up, and her back is arched, and even though there’s just the glow of the moon for light and I’m desperate to be inside her again, I have to stop for a second. Stop and enjoy the view of her pussy as she wiggles her ass in anticipation.
I slide my fingers up and down her folds. Pushing inside just the tiniest bit. Which makes her groan with frustration.
“Stop teasing me.”
I laugh.
“I’m serious. You don’t want to piss me off.”
“What will you do?” I ask, continuing my tease.
She looks over her shoulder, grinning at me. “Test me,” she hisses. “Test me and find out.”
“Maybe I will. Just to get your reaction.”
“Danny!” she squeals.
I raise my hand up and drop it down quickly, slapping her ass.
“Ow!”
“Behave, Christine.”
“Make me,” she says, eyes sparkling with mischief.
I slap her ass again, wishing there was more light so I could watch her skin turn pink.
“You want this?” I ask, pushing two fingers inside her. She’s so wet they slip right past her tight muscles. She clamps down on them in response and that almost sends me over the edge and I’m not even fucking her right now.
But I like the tease. I want to drive her wild with anticipation. I want to make her wait. I want to withhold her climax for as long as possible. I want to drag the ecstasy out of her, drip by drip.
“I want it,” she says. “Please. Give it to me.”
I want to. Badly. But not enough to give up this power I feel over her. She doesn’t hand over power often. Never to me, in fact. And when we were together with Alec it was a give and take. Had to be or it wouldn’t work.
But this is different in so many ways.
I crouch down, hands gripping her ass cheeks so hard there’ll be bruises tomorrow, and push her forward until her breasts are pressed up against the back of the couch and her chin is resting on the top of the cushion.
“Yes,” she says, as understanding floods through her. “Yes.”
And even though I’d like to prove her wrong, do something else and keep her on edge, her pussy smells delicious and I can’t stop myself. My tongue licks her. Pushes inside her, flicking back and forth, trying to get more than just a taste.
She gives in. Her shoulders drop, and her back goes supple, and her arms, though spread wide and appearing relaxed, aren’t. I can tell because she’s fisting the edge of the pillow. Gripping it with whatever strength she has left in this moment.
And that thought leads me to why I’m teasing her like this.
I like her powerless. Christine Keene is all power, all the time.
I like watching her give in to me.
“That’s better,” I say, sliding a third finger into her dripping wet pussy. “I like you like this.”
She huffs out a few unintelligible words that are most likely a litany of fuck-yous.
I pull my fingers out, waiting for her protest, and when she stays silent I feel more satisfaction than I should.
And now it’s time for a decision.
Do I want her to know me like this?
Do I want to be this guy with her?
Do I want to risk everything by showing her just now not-blue I am on the inside?
Probably a bad idea to make this choice when I’m so rock fucking hard I can barely see straight, but whatever.
And it’s not really a choice anyway, is it?
We’re here. Doing this. And there’s no Alec to keep me in check.
I reach out and grab her hair, pulling it so hard she has to sit up and bend backwards. I stand up, pulling until her back is flat against my chest. She’s panting now, probably surprised. Maybe a little off balance.
“Are you sure?” I growl into her ear. “Are you sure you want this?”
She breathes in and out three times. And what could’ve been thoughtful consideration or just a heat-of-the-moment yes, turns into hesitation.
I like that more than I want to admit.
I tug her hair again. Hard. So hard her head jerks to the side. “Answer me or I’ll stop and walk away.”
“Danny—”
“I don’t want to walk away,” I whisper, taking a moment to bite her earlobe. She squeaks out a cry of pain. “Believe me, I want nothing more than to stay right here and finish what we’ve started. But I will if you can’t take it.”
It’s bait. I know that. And it’s not fair. I know that too. But I don’t care.
“Yes,” she hisses, frustrated and… what? What else? Scared? No, Christine doesn’t scare easily.
Angry.
I smile and let out the breath I was holding.
“Good girl,” I say. Which makes her huff.
Oh, yeah, she’s pissed off right now.
And that’s all I needed.
I reach down and fist my cock. Squeezing it hard and pumping it a few strokes just to make the building excitement inside me build a little more.
Not that I need it. Because this is the real reason why I never wanted to fuck Christine when we were younger.
I am dark. I am dangerous. I am Danny.
And she’s never known the real me. I’ve kept him hidden around her. All these years I’ve kept him in check.
Until now.
I let go of her hair and grip her hip, digging my fingers into the bone as my other hand positions my cock up to her so-wet pussy.
She moans, her anger temporarily tabled, and begins to breathe heavy again. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for that moment when I…
Thrust deep inside her so hard she bends forward. I grab her hair again. Just in time to make her head yank back from the opposite force. She says, “Oh, shit!” But I don’t stop. I push myself deep inside her, place the heel of my hand between her shoulder blades and shove her face into the pillow.
And then I fuck her for real.
I fuck her so hard there’s no way everyone in this marina doesn’t hear her moans, and groans, and screams.
And I don’t care.
Not when I’m like this.
I just do not care.
We’ll be leaving in a few hours anyway. And when they wake up in the morning and look around, trying to figure it all out, the only thing these strangers will know is that someone got the life fucked out of her last night.
They just won’t know who.
I’m so fucking ready for this, my head goes blurry and my eyes go fuzzy. My dick is thrusting in and out of her so hard, so fast, the sound of slapping skin echoes off the water before being carried away into the night.
But I won’t come before she does.
No way.
That’s never part of my plan when I get a chance like this. I want her to remember all of it. The fear, the pain, the way my thick cock fills her up and stretches her wide.
But most of all I want her to remember how she felt when she came.
I want her to love it, want it, crave it.
So I reach around her belly, my fingers slick with her juices as they slide across her skin, and slip between her legs so I can play with her clit as I fuck her from behind.
She goes stiff. Her back goes straight and her head drops into the crook of my neck even though I’m no longer pulling her hair.
She gives in.
And this… this is the best fucking part.
Because she can’t help herself. She might hate me right now, but she can’t help herself.
She comes.
The muscles of her pussy spasm against the shaft of my cock and I almost lose it in that moment. Almost.
But I make a decision to hold it in.
I will give her this one gift. And whether or not she understands it, I don’t care.
I do.
When she’s spent she flops forward onto the pillows, breathing hard and sorta laughing. “Oh, my God. That was intense.”
I smile. I nod.
She looks over her shoulder at me, grinning. But her grin fades when she sees the expression on my face. “What?”
I shake my head slowly. “Come on.”
“Wait. What? Aren’t you gonna—”
I pull out of her, taking her hand, and tug her upright. Her legs are quivering, so I pick her up in my arms and carry her downstairs.
“What’s—”
“Shhh,” I say, making my way through the skinny hallways toward the master bedroom.
“Oh,” she says, thinking she gets it. Thinking I’m gonna finish on the bed.
But I ease my way past the bed and take her into the bathroom, flicking on the light as I pass by.
“What are we—”
“Shhh,” I say again, setting her down inside the shower.
I turn on the water, and it’s cold. Freezing cold.
“Holy—what the fuck!” she squeals when the ice water hits her overheated skin.
But I just push her backwards until her knees bump up against the bench on the far side of the shower. She sits as I crouch down, picking up her foot and untying the cotton ribbon of her sandal that winds around her ankle.
I slip the shoe off and do the same for the next foot.
She just stares at me, open-mouthed, as I finish.
I still have my pants on and I’m soaking wet. But I don’t take them off. That’s what normal people do and I’m not normal, I’m Danny.
I pull her back to her feet—her eyes are trained on her sopping wet sandals now—and then we change positions. I sit, tug her into my lap as I fist my cock again.
By this time the water is hot. Very hot. Her skin is already pink, and the stall is filling up with steam.
Her hair is damp, but not all the way wet. The kind of hair that sticks to skin, making dark lines along her cheek, and her upper arms, and her neck.
“Danny—”
But I have her legs spread, and my cock is hard and ready. So she doesn’t finish. Just closes her eyes and sits down onto me. Lets me sink inside her.
She places her hands on my shoulders, not gripping tight anymore. No fight left. And just melts against my chest, her head on my shoulder, looking away from me, at the wall.
I grip her hips again, gently this time. And begin to rock her back and forth.
It takes her a while to get excited again. Which was the whole point of the cold shower.
But everything about this excites me.
And eventually, through no real decision of her own, she is moving herself and I’m no longer helping. She sits up a little, wrapping her fingers around my neck as she opens her eyes and stares down at me.
I shake my head, telling her not to say anything. And she sighs, but gives in. Because she begins to lift up and down on top of me. Forcing me out of her, almost completely out, before dropping herself back onto me.
Now it’s time for me to close my eyes. I let her take over. I let her fuck me and she does it soft, nothing like the way I did her.
She kisses me. Breezy, gentle, probing-tongue kisses.
I lean back a little, so my ass is on the edge of the bench, and I’m just a little bit supine. Just enough so she can really dig in and fuck me a little harder.
“I like it hard,” I say, opening my eyes just long enough to swipe a piece of sticky, almost-wet hair away from her cheek.
She nods. Maybe understanding. Maybe not.
But it doesn’t matter.
She fucks me perfectly.