Chapter 28
John
Daniel’s hair was soft, like holding a fistful of cloud. John wrapped it around his wrist and held it taut. “Hurry the fuck up.”
She reached for him and crazily John wondered if her hands would pass right through his skin. They didn’t, they were light and warm, one wrapped around the base of his shaft, the other came to rest on his right thigh, rasping across the denim like a sander wearing down wood.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He wanted this so fucking badly, but he didn’t want her hands on him. No, he wanted to direct this like it was porn, the same way he had in her bed, the same way he’d orchestrated men’s bodies in war. It was also the only way he knew how to fuck, the only way he stood a chance of coming. He closed his eyes. “Can you please…don’t touch my legs.”
She instantly dropped her hand. “Whatever you want.”
It was dead quiet in her kitchen and even though the entire place was soundproofed John swore he could hear the ocean in the distance, the waves crashing into the shore. His best friends in the world would be surfing across them and he was scum for doing this when they weren’t here to see it, like a lowdown cheating asshole. “Maybe we shouldn’t—”
Daniel leaned forward and took him into her mouth. It was a kiss. That was her trick. She was wrapping her lips around his cock but really it was a first kiss, sweet and light and gentle.
Her lips were softer than any skin he possessed and as she kissed him he couldn’t even imagine coming. It was just too intense. It was the usual overexposed, skin-peeling sensation to the power of a million. Her lips encircled the head, sucking with delicate enthusiasm. It felt like she was drawing every one of his weaknesses, his failures, to the surface.
“Ungh,” he grunted as Daniel took him even deeper, glossing him with her tongue. “Fuck, fuck.”
Then she took him in greedy swallows. Consuming him. Sucking more and more pain and uncertainty to the surface. John felt crazed, trapped in his own flesh and bone. He let go of her hair, scared that he was going to hurt her. He could feel the familiar urge to dominate welling inside him, everything he’d briefly allowed himself to feel when she was spread out on her bed in front of him.
Daniel pulled away. “Don’t hold back, let it happen.”
“I don’t…I can’t trust you,” he choked, feeling like scum.
Her fierce expression didn’t even falter. “You don’t have to trust me, just feel me. Be here with me.”
She sucked him back into her mouth and he did feel her, he felt them; the places where their bodies overlapped with heat and pressure. Warmth, incredible warmth spread through him and he was…okay. His head was clearing, his concentration growing sharp and the warm, soft mouth drawing up and down his cock began to feel a hundred times better. He stared down at Daniel’s bobbling head, almost unable to believe how he’d found himself here with this girl. This dangerous, ridiculous, inescapable girl.
“You like that?” he rasped.
Daniel’s eyes flashed up at him, all mischief and fire. The word ‘Yes’ vibrated down his shaft.
“Show me,” John demanded. “Show me how much you love it.”
Her efforts doubled as she sucked him tighter and faster, her pouty lips slick with spit. John stared down at her, fascinated. He was going to come. It had been years since he’d done it without another person in the room and within seconds Daniel had gotten him there.
God fucking help me when it comes to this girl.
He fisted her hair, collecting it into a ponytail and forcing her to slow her speed, to take him with long slick pulls. “You wanna sit on it, don’t you, honey?”
She nodded. “Now. Pleghss?”
“I don’t think so. You’re still too greedy, too selfish. You’d fuck me just to get some relief wouldn’t you?”
Daniel shook her head.
“Liar.” John tugged her hair making her work faster. “I’ve been watching you. Two men pumping their dicks into you day and night isn’t enough, is it?”
Daniel moaned around his cock.
“That’s right.” John closed his eyes. This was like bloodletting, all the poison draining away leaving only heat, only pleasure. “Don’t bother trying to suck me into changing my mind either, you’re not gonna get it. Which isn’t to say I’m not gonna reward you. You like come?”
“Yeghs.”
“Say it.” John demanded, tugging her hair. “Say ‘yes, John, I’d love to swallow your come.’”
Daniel repeated the sentence back to him, the words garbled along his cock. John’s prick swelled, his balls tightening to his body. “That’s it, suck it.”
He gripped her hair tighter, thrusting into her mouth. Daniel swallowed desperately as though she really did crave him. As though she really did want him.
“That’s it.” John groaned, dizzy with how fucking good this felt. “That’s it, swallow me, you worthless little bitch.”
And that was the stupidest thing he’d ever said in his life. Not because Daniel was offended. Not because it felt wrong but because Colt was standing in the doorway and as John sat there, emptying himself into Daniel’s mouth he said, “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t beat the fucking life out of you.”