“I never said I was a nice girl,” she said softly. “You did.”
“That’s true. You never did.” Then I kissed her. Long and deep, and her arms went around my neck. My dick, which was now pressed up against the side of my chair, throbbed. There was way too much furniture between us.
“Um… how’s your penis doing today?” she asked when she broke away for air. There was no hiding the note of arousal and desperation in her voice.
It was my turn to laugh at her—just a little chuckle. “I don’t know. Why don’t you find out?”
Lucky for me, she was onboard with that idea.
She slid off her chair to her knees on the deck and gently nudged my thighs apart as I sat back. Then she pulled at the waistband on my underwear, stretching it down to get at my dick. My incredibly hard dick.
“If you’re down there just so you can get another look at the tattoo…”
“I’m not.” She smiled up at me and bit her lip a little, her pupils dilating. “I’m down here for this.” She licked her lip, then leaned in and swallowed my cockhead… and my brain went blank.
What the fuck were we talking about?
Who cared…
I groaned with pleasure. Then she released my dick with a little pop and looked toward the wall of windows into Dylan’s house. “Um… no one’s gonna see this, are they?”
“No,” I assured her. Dylan and Amber were on the other side of the globe, and the housekeeper wasn’t coming today; she only came once a week to take care of the plants while they were away. “But it’s pretty adorable how shy you are. You do remember I got you off in a bar, right? And just so you know, that kind of shit is gonna happen all the time if you keep hanging with me.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief and lust as she gazed up at me. “Promise?”
“Uh-huh…” I nodded stupidly as she sucked the head of my cock back into her sweet mouth. Then she sucked me deep, and I groaned again.
“Fuuuck. That’s good. But… Nope. I need to fuck you.”
I pulled my dick out of her mouth and tucked it back in my underwear as she gasped in protest. I had no problem with fucking her right on this deck in broad daylight, but there was really nowhere all that comfortable to do it. I didn’t particularly care about that, either, except that if this was the first time we were gonna fuck, I wanted it to be good for her. I wanted her to be comfortable.
You know, so she’d come back for more.
I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, then tugged her toward the house, grabbing my shorts as I went.
Maybe the second time around, we’d do it on the deck floor… or up against the railing… or on the side of the pool…
The day was young.
Chapter Thirty
Ash
When I led her into Dylan’s kitchen, Danica didn’t say anything. She didn’t protest. Apparently, she trusted me enough not to ask where the hell we were going or to politely request that we didn’t fuck in Dylan and Amber’s bed.
I wasn’t taking her to their bed.
I wasn’t taking her to any of their guest beds, either.
Frankly, I’d had sex in all those beds—with Amber—and none of those places felt like the right place to be fucking Danica for the first time. Because frankly, Danica was special. The more time I spent with her, the more I knew that to be true.
I’d never had sex, though, in the basement.
So I took her downstairs. It was a walkout basement with big floor-to-ceiling windows, the sliding glass doors covered with curtains. I opened the curtains, flooding the basement, which was pretty much one giant room, with light.
The room was pretty empty. In one corner, Dylan’s giant drum kit, the one that lived permanently in his home and he played all the time when he was home from the road. Directly across from it was a small gym area with free weights and a few machines. A giant L-shaped couch completed the room.
I led Danica across the expanse of carpet to the couch. As soon as we got there, she dropped down onto the seat and went for my underwear. I dropped the shorts I’d been holding. She almost got my dick out, but I pulled away and dropped to my knees in front of her instead.
“Uh-uh,” I told her, sliding her dress up her thighs. “Your turn.”
“What?” she protested. “You never even got a turn. Your dick was in my mouth for like two seconds…” She squirmed a little as I grabbed her panties and yanked them down, but she let me do it. I pulled them down her legs and off, tossing them across the room. “But…” She tried again as I grabbed her behind the knees and yanked, sliding her ass toward me. She fell back on the couch and I spread her thighs.
Gorgeous.
She was shaved or waxed or something, the neat little triangle of hair the same butterscotch color as the hair on her head, maybe a shade darker. Her pussy was pretty, like all the rest of her.
I loved all that smooth, bare skin, ready for my touch.
I licked her clit and made her gasp. Then I licked her from her opening all the way up and made her moan. She sank her hands into my hair as I buried my face between her legs and went at her.
“Wow… you are so eager.” She sighed, giving into it as she met my eyes. “In a good way.”
“Mmm…”
“Um… Is it weird that we’re having sex on Dylan’s couch, though?”
“No. Always wanted to have sex here…”
“On this couch?”
“In this room.”
I licked her, swirling my tongue around her clit a few times, hastily. I wanted to get her ready, like a gentleman, but my dick was about to drill through my underwear and I really needed to be naked.
I got up and spun her sideways so she was stretched out on the couch. She leaned back on her elbows and watched me as I shucked off my clothes.
“Why?” she asked me.
“Huh?”
“Why have you always wanted to have sex in this room?”
“The drums turn me on,” I confessed. I dug a condom out of my shorts pocket, because yes, I’d put some in there, just in case.
I tore it open and rolled it on as Danica watched me. Her eyes were wide, like she liked what she saw.
Then I kneeled over her on the couch and spread her smooth legs around my hips.
I would’ve loved to give her more foreplay, but at this point, if I didn’t fuck her, I was worried there was gonna be serious damage to my equipment. Way worse than what she’d done to me with the zipper.
I slicked my cockhead down her sweet, wet pussy, practically drooling because I was finally gonna be inside her… in a split fucking second…
But instead of moaning with lusty joy like I expected her to, she said, “Because they’re Dylan’s?”
I was juuust about to slide home… but I looked at her eyes.
She was staring up at me, searching my face. “Are you still in love with him?”
Oh, fuck.
“No… Sort of?” I groaned. “Fuck, your pussy’s like a truth serum or something.” My cockhead was right up against her pussy, throbbing, and I couldn’t even lie to her so I could put it in. “Are you upset now?”
“No,” she said. Her eyes were locked on mine and she was already panting a little. “Not exactly… I guess your dick is a truth serum, too, because honestly, it kind of just makes me like you more.”
“Shit. We’re in trouble. Because now that makes me like you more.”
“I think we are in trouble.” She smiled a little. “I just don’t want you to get your heart broken, Ashley. That upsets me.”
I leaned back on my heels with my dick in my hand. “It’s already been broken. And don’t worry, it’s like I told you. I’m not falling in love anymore.”
I didn’t even know why I said that to her, or why I’d be so stupid as to say that shit to her now.
But there it was.
She sat up. “Stop lying to me, okay?” she said softly. “You’re really bad at it.”
“I am?”
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sp; “No. Actually you’re pretty good at it. But I can just tell.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I was still holding my dick, I was still naked, and I was still hard as fuck and dying to be inside her. But she looked kinda… sad.
“I’ve killed the moment,” she said, sadly. “Again.”
“Uh-uh. Me telling you I’m not gonna fall in love with you, right when I’m about to fuck you? That’s gotta be worse than catching a dick in a zipper.”
“It’s not,” she said, shaking her head, “because you’re full of shit. I don’t even believe you.”
Fuck, I wanted this girl. Like I just wanted to be inside her years ago.
Why wasn’t I inside her years ago?
Like maybe if I’d been able to track down her sister four years ago… I would’ve found her instead.
“Come here.” I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me as I lay back. She sat on my hips in her little dress, with my hard dick, now sadly ignored, resting against her ass. “Tell me something weird that turns you on.”
Danica gazed down at me with all her soft hair dangling around her face, the front of her dress gaping open and her tits in my face. So beautiful. “What do you mean?”
I ran my hands up her thighs and squeezed her hips. “I just told you a drum kit turns me on. Give me something to work with here so I don’t feel like a weirdo.”
“Oh. Okay… let me think…”
She drifted her hands over my chest, gently playing with my nipples as she considered. Christ, I didn’t even need to think about it. There were so many things I wanted to do to her. Wanted her to do to me…
“Hockey games,” she said. “I like fucking when there’s a hockey game on.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I don’t even like hockey, particularly. But the guys are hot in their uniforms. And there’s so much testosterone… it turns me on.” She cocked her head. “I never told a guy that before.”
“Even when you were having sex while a hockey game was on?”
“Yeah. I guess I didn’t want the guy to feel jealous or something?”
“I’ll totally have hockey game sex with you. Hockey players are hot.” Jesus, I was so fucking hard. Her soft hands on my chest. Her fingers teasing my nipples…
“This is like a whole new world for me,” she said in awe. “I feel like we’re really bonding.”
“Yeah we are. I just told you about my drum fetish. You think I tell everyone about that?”
“No?”
“No. And it’s not just Dylan’s drums. Its drums in general. Actually, it’s music equipment in general. Well, expensive music equipment. It feels… powerful.”
“Powerful?”
“Have you ever been to a Metallica concert?”
“Actually, I have. Taylor is kind of obsessed.”
“Then you know what I mean,” I said. “And by the way, if you ever come to a show with me, I’m definitely fucking you backstage.”
“A Metallica show?”
“Any show.”
“This is definitely the most interesting conversation I’ve ever had during foreplay…” she said.
“Me too.”
She twisted my nipples a little and I hissed out a breath between my teeth. Her pupils were wide and dark and she wriggled a little on my hips. I could feel her warm, wet pussy against me. “I’m so turned on right now…”
“Me too.”
“Let’s fuck,” she said.
And shit, I loved hearing those dirty words out of her pretty mouth.
“About time,” I said, and flipped her over on her back, beneath me. “I wanna know what you want, though. It’s a turn-on. You want me to be gentle? Rough? Slow…?”
“I want you to be you,” she said.
“Sweet, but not specific enough. I don’t want to have to guess what you like the first time I’m inside you. You’re way too cool for me to fuck this up with.”
“You’re amazing,” she gushed, as she gazed up at me.
“Tell me.”
“Rough,” she said. “And gentle. I want a mixture. You can be bossy, though. I trust you. I want to know how you want it.”
“I want it about ten different ways.”
“Show me,” she said.
“That’s what you want?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay… You asked for it.”
She grinned at me as I got up. Then I grabbed her by her hips and flipped her right over on her stomach. She gave a little yelp of surprise, but she definitely wasn’t smiling anymore. Her mouth dropped open and she clawed at the couch cushion.
I yanked her dress up to her waist and knelt between her thighs on the couch. I shoved her thighs apart with my knees and she moaned. I grabbed a fistful of her gorgeous hair and tugged a little, lifting her face so I could see her better.
Then I grabbed her hip with my other hand, lifted her ass toward me a bit, spread my knees a little wider for stability… and plunged home.
I filled her pussy in one fast, forceful stroke, and she gasped.
I stopped right there. I could feel my pulse, hers, both of us throbbing together where I filled her.
I caught my breath. Fucking amazing.
She felt tight, like she hadn’t been fucked in a while.
And the sight of her laid out beneath me like this? Legs spread and ass in the air, her long hair all over the place?
I’d been fantasizing about this for weeks.
Dream. Fuck.
And I wanted to be her dream fuck, too.
“Bossy…?” I asked her.
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Bossy’s good.”
“Then put your head down.” I released her hair and pushed on her shoulders, so her chest and head pressed into the couch.
She made a moany, turned-on noise, like Nnnggghh, and her pussy clamped around my dick.
Yeah. Girl liked a man to take charge a bit.
I could work with that.
“Gimme this sweet ass,” I said, tugging her ass toward me by her hip and impaling her on my dick, over and over again, as I held her down by her neck with the other hand. I would’ve loved to fuck her ass, actually, but initiating that had never really felt like a having-sex-with-a-girl-you-really-like-for-the-first-time sort of move.
Anyway, her pussy was slippery-wet, hot, swollen and tight, and all the breathy, hungry, helpless sounds she was making as I slammed into her were making my head fucking spin.
I went at her for a while as we both grew sweaty.
Until, suddenly, it got too hot for me to handle. I felt the tingling rush hitting me way too fast and had to pull out.
She gave a little startled cry, and twisted around, sitting up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I told her. “C’mere.” Then I fell back on the couch, taking her with me. I pulled her toward my lap and she straddled me. “You like it on top, babe?”
“On top of you,” she said, breathless, as she shifted into place, “yes.” I fisted my cock and her eyes met mine as I notched the head into her slippery opening.
Then she pushed down, taking me inside her again. She braced her hands on my chest and shivered as I filled her. She gave up a breathy moan and her eyes drifted closed. Then she started slithering up and down and kinda rolling her hips.
I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her ass. Christ, why was she still wearing this damn dress?
It was sexy as fuck, hanging all open, hiding parts of her body and flashing others as she rode my dick, but I wanted her naked. I untied the sash thing and peeled it open. I shoved it right down her shoulders, tore it off her and dropped it on the floor.
Perfection.
Now I could watch her perky, round tits bounce as she fucked me.
… And now I was gonna come for sure.
I grabbed her tits and squeezed, taking a deep, slow breath, pretty much struggling not to come as I tried to figure out how to get her there as fast as possible. I hadn’t played with her tits
yet, so there was a chance that might set her off… I tugged her, by her tits, toward my face. She leaned in until one of her nipples dipped into my mouth. I licked it and then sucked on it as she moaned in appreciation.
“You close, babe?” I choked out as she rode me. “Tell me what you need…”
“That,” she gasped, as I took her other nipple in my mouth and sucked. I grabbed the first nipple between my fingers and tugged, and she screamed… this amazing, beautiful, soft scream, as her pussy spasmed on my dick.
I couldn’t even stop my body’s reaction to her orgasm if I’d tried. I lifted my hips, pumping into her as she rode me. I shot off, jets of come exploding into her as I buried myself deep inside her. I kept coming, trembling beneath her as she thrashed around. Her long hair drifted over my face. I still had her nipple in my mouth, the other one in my fingers, biting, squeezing.
She moaned in rhythm with the movements of her hips as she milked my dick with her pussy. She clawed at my chest.
Then…
That gorgeous moment, right after the peak of the orgasm. We melted together, our bodies limp and shuddering, her pussy still gripping me tight.
She collapsed on top of me, her long hair making a curtain around us as she kissed my lips.
“God… Can we do that again?”
I groaned. “Love your enthusiasm, babe. I might just need a minute…”
“I just want to come all over you,” she whispered.
“Yeah…?”
She laughed softly and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and sighed roughly, my heart still pounding.
After a moment, she said, “I swear, that was one of the first things I thought when I met you, that night in the rain. You licked your bottom lip while we were talking… and all I could think about was coming all over you…”
“That’s fucking perfect,” I told her. “Because when I saw you in your office and your aunt told me you weren’t Daniella, and you gave me that sympathy look… the first thing I wanted to do was bend you over your desk and drill you like I just did.”
“You didn’t.”
“I did. Just hold you down and make you scream for me…”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Why didn’t you?”
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