Chapter Eleven ♥
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Bardot's body felt hot. She could wait as she had to, if she was leaving. There was at least one thing, though, that she couldn't wait for. Not one more minute, if she could help it. She wrapped her legs around Dane's hips, and he seemed to pretty much get the message.
"God, I want you," he growled, his lips tracing a line down her jaw.
"Then take me," Bardot answered. She felt like she was going crazy, her head starting to pressurize like it was filling with steam. The only thing filling with steam, though, was going to be the living room.
His hands tore at her clothes. They came off easily enough. Standing there naked, Bardot felt terribly exposed–her stomach twisted and jumped, the butterflies inside making her feel like she was going to go crazy long before the main event. Had it even been this bad the first time, with all the anticipation she'd built up around it?
Dane pushed her up against the wall, driving the breath out of her. His kisses along her throat made that breath catch in her throat, leaving her gasping for air. Dane seemed to be enjoying how overwhelmed she was getting.
Bardot heard the sound of his zipper working, felt something hard pressed against her. Unlacing her legs from around his waist, she dropped to her knees, silently acquiescing to his demands.
She took his shaft into her mouth gingerly, unsure of what she was doing. It wasn't the first time, but it was the first time that she'd done it sober, and that seemed to make a startling amount of difference. She did what felt natural, and from the ways that his fingertips dug softly into her head, she suspected that she was doing it about right.
When Dane pulled her away from him, it was almost a surprise. She'd been so intent on it, never giving a thought to anything but his pleasure, that it had seemed to pass by in an instant, and then it was done.
"Bend over," he said. There was a feral note to his voice that brooked no discussion. Bardot obeyed without a thought, a shiver shooting down her spine and leaving a tingling in her quim as she presented herself.
“Good,” he growled. She expected him to take her; her body quivered in anticipation, hope for more of what she’d experienced when he had taken her for the first time. She wanted it, needed it. And yet he made her wait.
What felt like minutes passed, and still he didn’t take her. Bardot dared a look back at him. His hand pressed her face forward in an instant. Then she got what she wanted, in a way. She felt something lifting up her skirt, felt it shoving aside her panties.
Something probed her folds, but what spread them apart wasn’t his manhood. His fingers teased her clit, already painfully erect, to dizzying sensitivity, until his tongue joined them. Her body tensed in surprise, and he took advantage of her vulnerability.
His tongue moved against her, his mouth exploring places that had only seen this kind of activity once before. That time, she’d been drunk. This time, though, she was sober enough to savor every sensation, and sober enough to be unsure whether she wanted him to stop right now, and spare what little dignity that she had left, or if she wanted him to never stop again, and let her feel this for the rest of her life.
When her fingers dug into his hair, pulled him in against her harder, though, her body made the decision for her. Dane didn’t seem to mind one bit, giving her every bit of pleasure that her body could have wanted.
When she regained her senses, her face was pressed into the couch cushions, her breath coming in gulps and gasps.
“Turn over,” Dane said. He pulled gently on her waist, and she let him turn her onto her back. “You look so good.”
“Fuck me.”
He gave Bardot a feral smile and leaned down over her, pressing a kiss against her neck that she hoped in vain might not leave a mark. Then he pulled on her knees until her slick entrance was invaded by something large, hard, and hot. He pushed gently against her hips, moving slow enough to drive Bardot mad, but even still it felt like she was going to tear in half. Then he started to move, and she decided that she was wrong before—this was what would really tear her in half.
Her mind went blank, the pleasure washing over her like a wave, forcing all thoughts out of her head except for one: she didn’t want to stop this, ever. Her body tensed as she came again, her vision going grey and blurred. Dane must have been able to read her mind, because even as pleasure overtook every conscious part of her brain he kept going with an animal fury that set her skin on fire.
When he finally finished with a roar, Bardot was gasping to catch her breath. His member twitching inside her felt impossibly good, setting her on edge even as he withdrew, spent.
“Can we do that again?”
Dane took a moment to respond, his hair matted to his forehead with sweat.
“You’re going to have to give me a minute,” he said, with a sideways grin. “But then, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Dane watched Major’s face, even as he poured the shot down his throat. A belch escaped his stomach before he knew it was coming. He tried to avoid noticing Bardot’s face when he did it. She never approved of his antics, and now that he had settled down a little, this was all he had left.
“She’s gonna kick your ass,” Major said.
“I’m gonna kick his ass,” Leo said. “He’s scaring the girls away.”
“I don’t need ‘em,” Dane said, pulling Bardot in close with one arm. “I’ve got one already.”
“That’s very sweet,” Bardot said, pushing against his ribs. “But I think I’ll pass, if you keep that up.”
“Pack it in, no more drinking, the lady says.”
Bardot gave him an incredulous look and stared at him. “Yeah, she does! It’s a bad example for your baby’s mama!”
Dane pushed the glass away. “Alright, then. Deal.”
Bardot leaned back over and laid her head on his shoulder. “See? He does anything I tell him to. Just have to bat my eyelashes. Nothing to worry about, Major.”
“I’m glad you’re already trying your luck,” Major said.
“I learned from the best,” Bardot said.
Dane looked down at her, a questioning look in his eyes. She looked back up at him, batting her eyelashes. He smiled at her. “Just know your limits,” he said, hoping it sounded threatening even as he knew that it was an empty threat.
The look that Major and Bardot shared left little doubt of how effective his threat was. Then Major’s face shifted, his eyes moved behind Dane. “Oh, man,” he said softly.
Dane ignored him, leaned down, and kissed Bardot softly. She smiled into the kiss.
“She’s not going to be into you, Major,” Leo said, at the edge of Dane’s attention.
“I’m not going to not try, though,” he said, rising.
Someone stepped up to the table. Dane stopped kissing Bardot and looked up. It was a woman, evidently not the one that Major had been looking at. She had her eyes on Leo. And she had a uniformed police officer.
“Leo Wolff?”
Leo looked up, his eyebrows knitting together. “Is there a problem, officer?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m afraid there is. You’re under arrest for arson.” She started reciting his legal rights like a machine, while the officer behind her fit Leo for cuffs. Bardot, Major and Dane watched in stunned silence as he was taken away.
“I didn’t do it,” were the last words that he said before he was led out the door.
Dane pulled Bardot in for a tight hug. “It’s going to be okay,” he said softly. “As long as I’ve got you, I promise that I’ll make sure everything’s okay.”