Greer

Fuck. I’ve never felt this light. Above the waist, at least. Everything south of my abs is heavy, heavy, heavy. I’ve got the beauty I never stop fantasizing about stretched out on the couch beneath me, nothing but a teal thong to protect her from what’s coming. She’s squirming around, arms thrown up above her head, tempting me. Turning my dick to stone. But I need a moment to savor her. Savor what she’s done to me.

Christ, my chest. It’s like someone took a shovel and scooped out all the ugly shit that’s been dragging me down, taking any sense of gravity along with it. No, not someone. Her. Since the beginning, I’ve been compelled to tell Danika the secrets I carry around.

Was it my cop intuition or something deeper, more complex that shouted at me she would understand everything? That she would be the one who’d look at me without pity or judgment. Thank God for whatever sixth sense forced me to expose myself to this girl. She made it so easy. She makes . . . putting one foot in front of the other so easy. Even when I can’t bring myself to answer her phone calls, the simple certainty that she would keep calling has been getting me out of bed since Saturday night. God, she’s so persistent. So sure that I’m worthy of her effort, I think I’m starting to believe it. And covet my time with her, in return.

There’s still that damning tug in my gut, telling me to safeguard myself. This thing I feel for Danika . . . it’s turning into an all-out obsession. So much more than I’ve experienced in my life for anything. Or anyone. If she were taken away from me now . . . or God, down the road . . . I’d lose my mind. Literally. I don’t know if I’d be capable of the day-to-day life I live now.

But I’m not giving those fears any goddamn consideration tonight. My body is demanding to be satisfied. My girl came here for pleasure, too, and I’m driven to provide it. Her gratitude for returning her mother’s bike wasn’t necessary, but it turned me into an instant addict. One who needs constant fixes of Danika’s appreciation.

My mouth is already watering for the taste of her pussy, but when I create a trail with my tongue down her smooth belly, she stops me. “No, I want you . . . that way.”

“What does that mean?” I bite her right hip, then kiss over to the opposite side. “You want to suck me off?”

Her back arches, mouth falling open on a moan. “Oh my God, just hearing you say things like that makes me—”

“Wet?” I glide my open mouth up to her tits, bathing one of her nipples with a warm breath. “Is your little clit getting swollen for me, baby?”

A shudder passes through her. “Yes.”

“Sure you don’t want me to lick it for you?”

She bites her lip and makes a frustrated sound. “No, I’m not sure, but I know I’ve been having some very inappropriate thoughts about . . .”

“You stormed my apartment and chewed me out in front of eleven cops tonight, Danika. I think you can manage to say it out loud.”

Her nod is stilted, but there’s nothing but determination in her fingertips as they slide down my chest, my stomach, before hooking in the waistband of my boxers. “I want you in my mouth, please.”

I’m hit with a wave of hunger so intense, my teeth snap together. “There’s a good girl.” I lever myself up with a hand on the arm of the couch and ease forward on my knees. The move brings my cock an inch from her sweet, panting mouth. I’m straddling her face, my thigh hair catching on her dark curls. Now that her fucking me like this is a reality, I’m burning for it. The stroke of her tongue, the stretch of her lips. “Take it out.”

Her palms travel up my thighs, her breath accelerating. I’m already groaning by the time she curls her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down. My dick springs out as eagerly as I feel, coming to rest on her cheek before she grips it, leading my flesh toward her mouth. She’s so wide-eyed and flushed when my tip sinks in, I can’t keep pre-come from escaping, probably dripping down the back of her throat. And Jesus, the possibility of that makes me very aware we’ve crossed that line we drew in the sand. I’m calling the shots now.

With both of my hands planted on the couch’s arm, I push my hips forward, growls rippling in my throat the deeper she lets me in. “That’s what I need, baby. Suck my cock with your jealous mouth.” A little flare goes off in her eyes when I hit resistance, so I stop, retreat and enter her warmth again, knowing how far I can go this time. Having those boundaries lets me move with fast, firm pushes until her mouth is treating me to a nice, hot fuck. “Fucking Christ, that’s so good. You wanted this? Show me how bad.”

She moans and circles the base of my dick in one hand, stroking me toward the suction of her lips. My balls are already hard as rocks, but when she closes her eyes, tugging on me with that greedy grip, I have to concentrate hard on not emptying them. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, sliding her lips up and down my inches, cheeks hollow when she drags up to the tip. When she lets me go with a pop and her tongue circles the head, my stomach starts to quake like it can’t take the sustained pleasure, so I know, I know, I can’t let her keep this up.

“Get that tiny fucking thong off,” I growl, even though there’s no way I can wait that long. No, as soon as I drag my dick out of her mouth, I’m yanking those panties sideways and thrusting into her soaked pussy. She screams in my ear, her nails sinking like razors into my back. My heart stutters at the possibility that I hurt her with my aggression, but I’m reassured when her knees dig into my sides. Like a rider spurring on a horse. Only I’m the one riding her. And I do it hard. “When you got into a cab and rattled off my address in your little, pink shirt dress, you knew this is what you were going to get, didn’t you? A hard cock between your thighs. Didn’t you, baby?”

“Yes. Oh my God. Yes.”

“Feel it.” I shove her legs wide and give a tight, quick pound. “Tell me you love it. Tell me you walk around the academy in those tight pants wet for a fuck.”

A tear streaks down her temple, eyes glazed over. “I do. I love it. Please, don’t stop.”

“I won’t. I can’t.” Snug isn’t an accurate description for Danika. She’s got these tiny muscles that flex around my dick every time I punch forward, as if they’re welcoming me. My sac is so full, I can hear the fat slap of it against her taut ass, and there’s no comparing my fantasies to the real thing. I grow more and more crazed with each drive to release deep inside her. Mark her as mine so thoroughly, that claim can never be questioned or erased. That’s when I realize I’m not wearing a condom. “Fuck,” I grit out, my thrusts slowing but not stopping. I can’t. I can’t stop. “Didn’t protect you.”

She responds by taking two handfuls of my ass and jerking me close, a long groan breaking free of her wet mouth. I’m so unprepared for the mind-blowing sensation, the sight of her getting satisfaction, that more pre-come leaks from me, my entire body beginning to shudder with the effort of holding back every ounce of what I’ve got.

“Stop moving,” I rasp, my stomach tightening. “I’m too goddamn close.”

“It’s okay,” she whimpers, definitely pulling me deep again and grinding her hips up, her heels finding a home at the small of my back. “I never miss my pill. Please.”

Relief blinds me like two headlights, along with the impulse to fuck her until the pain is gone. “I’m clean.”

“Me, too.” She sobs, those nails burying in the flesh of my ass. “Greer.”

“Hold on to me.”

In the end, I can’t tell who is holding on to whom. Our bodies are flush, sweaty and racing to the finish. I bury my face in the crook of her neck with a guttural groan, my hips pump hard, fast, almost angrily. I’ve never moved in such perfect rhythm with anyone. Not even myself. I’m better with her. We’re better together. As if we’re communicating in a way that’s only native to us, our mouths fuse, our fingers twine together above her head and we go over the edge.

Her close-lipped scream is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. It’s woven through with the relentless slap of my body finishing inside hers. Jesus, I’m shaking like a fucking leaf it’s so intense. I’m choking on her name, over and over. “Danika is mine. This is mine. All fucking mine.”

“You’re mine, too,” she says on an exhale moments later. Her fingers sift into my hair, her pulse hammers against my cheek and I take a moment to bask in those words. To bask in the fact that she’s taking ownership of me. Can I let her have me completely?

Start with tonight.

Feeling her shift under my weight, I attempt to move and can’t. I’m actually immobile.

“I think you finally killed me.”

Her laugh is more like a purr. “You make it sound like I’ve been trying to kill you this whole time.”

I think of her strutting past me in the gym, agreeing to dates with other boys and getting thrown into Central Booking. “Haven’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” she whispers. “I’ve decided to sleep in your bed with you tonight.”

It’s my turn to laugh. I’m getting more and more used to the sound.

Finally having regained my strength, I stand and lift Danika into my arms, carrying her to my bedroom. “However I get you there, baby, is fine with me.”