Come Alive

by Madelynne Ellis

  He knew her tits intimately now, but they were still glorious – he might even go so far as to say they were fucking perfect – pleasingly weighty and round, and with big responsive nipples. He sucked one right into his mouth.

  Glor-i-ous!

  His cock twitched in agreement. It was hungry for fun, but he wasn’t about to give in to its demands until he’d made sure she’d had an equal share of the bliss too. Soon he had her cooing and relaxed and arching her body up off the bed to press against him. Xane inched his way down her body, over her belly and the bunched fabric of her clothing, down to her inner thighs, which he made quiver with an assortment of licks and kisses, then back up to the heavenly perfumed, and sweet, juicy folds of her cunt. It wasn’t enough just to suck her clit, he got the taste of her all over his mouth and chin. He stabbed inside her with his tongue, and used his tongue stud in the manner he knew drove her wild.

  It wasn’t a conscious decision to treat her arse to the same kind of indulgence; it just happened. Instinct had taken over, and God, how it made her jump and purr.

  Her hand fisted in his hair. ‘Xane, what the fuck!’

  He rimmed her arsehole. Then slid a finger inside.

  ‘Oh-my-God! Oh-my-God!’ she crowed all in a rush. ‘Xane, no, not your tongue. Not there, it’s dirty.’

  Damn right. That’s why it was such a turn-on. And he was really, really, fucking turned on. So delirious with need in fact that he was struggling to concentrate on getting her relaxed and wet enough that he could slide where he really wanted to be right now. ‘Roll over,’ he demanded, helping her along. Once she was face-down with her butt in the air, he claimed her pussy. Dipped in deep and drew back slowly, until she was so wet all over him that the slide forward involved almost no resistance at all.

  ‘How about a little extra something?’ he proposed, rubbing his thumb over her other hole.

  He knew she’d protest. She always did, because rubbing her arse was naughty and at heart Dani was a good girl. He on the other hand was bad to the core. And in her arse was where he desperately wanted to be. Fingers first though – she wasn’t used to being jackhammered in that tight little space.

  ‘Your cunt’s sweet, Dani, but I want me some of this.’ He squeezed her cheeks with both hands, before returning to waking her nerve endings with his thumb. ‘Perfect. Your arse is so bloody pert it’s untrue. Lift it up for me, Dani. Show me how much you want this. Tell me you’d like me to fuck you there.’

  ‘Xane, really?’

  He pushed two fingers inside her and pumped them in and out, synched to the timing of his thrusts into her cunt. She was sopping now, writhing and making a whole litany of moans. On the verge of coming too, if he knew anything about the feel of her as she grew close to a release. He’d gladly tip her over a hundred times before he sought his own pleasure, but experience told him he was too hair-triggered right now to last through the rhythmic squeezing of her muscles as she came.

  He pulled out, angled himself up and forward and dipped back inside her, but this time into her arse.

  ‘OK?’ he asked. His voice trembled in the same way her body did beneath him.

  ‘I forget how thick you feel when you’re in me like this. Oh, Jesus, Xane …’ He let her control their movement for a moment.

  ‘Need it like this,’ he confessed, as he moulded his body to her back, pulling her up and against him which somehow helped get him deeper, and made the roll of their hips that bit smoother. They were both kneeling now. Xane supported her, holding her against his body. Her arms came up around his neck. The back of her head rested in the hollow between his arm and his pec. ‘You’re so fucking lovely. I need you so bad. Got to get right in deep.’ He didn’t know what he was saying any more, except that all of it was the truth. ‘Wanna fuck you. Need you. Wanna fuck you both.’ He was so close now. So close.

  He mashed his hands against her clit. ‘You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you? You’re gonna come all over me.’

  She came apart around him, screaming out her climax and squeezing him tight in a way that he thought would drive him insane, but then all of a sudden she was shoving him away.

  ‘Oh, my God, how could you, Xane?’

  Chapter 7

  When Xane flipped her over onto her stomach and positioned her on all fours, and growled stuff about her arse being pert and perfect, and her showing him how much she wanted this, Dani wasn’t sure which particular ‘this’ he was talking about. In all honesty, maybe it didn’t even matter. Tongue, fingers, cock, she’d get untold pleasure from each of them, and the chances were he’d use all three.

  His intent became all too apparent when his lips touched the top of her arse. Hairs raised all across her body. She was so sensitive there it was hard not to squirm, especially when he traced whisper-soft caresses over her cheeks. Not that he lingered in that particular place. Within seconds he was tormenting the entrance to her forbidden hole.

  It didn’t matter that they’d done this a bunch of times now, with and without a vibe to fill up her empty pussy. The naughtiness of it, the sheer fact that it was considered such a sin by the community she’d left, lent an additional thrill to the act.

  Xane tickled her with his tongue. He lit up nerves she didn’t know existed. Until she was writhing like a woman possessed. Then he returned to his feet and shoved his cock into her. Deep into her pussy, in a way that made her cry out in shock and ecstasy. He fucked her hard, tangling his hand in her long hair and pulling until she lifted her head and arched her back.

  It wasn’t long before he cracked a hand against her butt, and then began to rub circles over her anus with his thumb. ‘Yes,’ she moaned in encouragement. ‘Do it. Push it in.’

  He wetted it between his lips, and then teased the digit into her hole. A shiver of bliss rolled up Dani’s spine. The combination of his cock and his thumb made everything feel exquisitely tight and dangerously full. God, it felt fucking amazing though, the pressure, all the nerves being rubbed at once, coupled with the forbidden aspect of it to send her into a complete meltdown.

  ‘Not yet,’ Xane warned her. ‘Don’t come yet.’

  Like she could stop herself. Orgasm was building momentum like a runaway train about to smash into a line of coal trucks.

  She cursed him roundly when he pulled out. It was only for a moment though, then he was inching his way back inside her, filling her arse with his rigidly hard shaft.

  He took it slowly. She appreciated that.

  ‘OK?’ he asked once he was balls deep, right before pulling back and taking her skyrocketing to the moon.

  ‘Oh, Jesus, Xane … I forget how thick you feel when you’re in me like this.’ No matter how many nerve endings it set alight, there was a fine line between pleasurable and downright painful. He knew that though. It’s why he let her control their movement, and make their rocking together only a tiny shift to begin with.

  ‘Need it like this,’ he confessed, once they were comfortable. He pulled her against him, so that she was upright, her back against the glorious muscles of his torso. Dani put her arms around his neck and demanded hungry kisses. It was so good loving him. Her life had been transformed the day they’d met, even though he’d been a huge part of her existence before that point.

  ‘I love you … I love you.’ Endearments were rolling off his tongue as if he were drunk. It was all good stuff, the kind of things that made her feel positive about herself and convinced her that Luthor wasn’t any threat. She and Xane, they were gold. He was fucking her, unable to keep his hands off her.

  ‘Wanna fuck you. Need you. Wanna fuck you both. You’re so fucking lovely.’

  The remark gave her a jolt, but his fingers were on her clit again, and she was too close to the edge to let it actually concern her.

  ‘You’re going to come for me now, aren’t you? You’re gonna come all over me. I can’t wait to have you both.’

  Both! He was thinking about Luthor.

  Oh, my God, she was th
ere, coming in response to his actions, and in his head he was fucking Luthor. She shoved him away, hard, so that he lost his balance and toppled off the end of the bed, making an almighty thump as he hit the floor. Guilt immediately sent her scuttling over to him to see if he was all right. He was rubbing his butt, and looking confused, but his cock was still every bit as hard as it had been a few seconds ago while he’d been riding her into oblivion.

  ‘Dani?’ He reached out to her.

  She slapped his hand away.

  His grey eyes filled with smoke. ‘Hey, what’s going on?’ He grabbed her, wrestled her close and pinned her down beneath him. ‘Why are you mad? What did I do?’

  ‘This,’ she said, meaning what they’d just done, and him poised over her, his cock still stiff enough that it was bruising her thigh. It flexed against her as it sought a way to get back inside. ‘You swore that we’d keep this real, that you’d never get into bed with me for the wrong reasons. Well, you have, and you did. You just fucked me in the arse and—’

  ‘What are you talking about? Since when was wanting you the wrong reason to get horizontal?’

  Damn him. She wrapped her hand around his cock, slid her palm upwards so that it covered the crown. ‘The problem is this isn’t for me. It has nothing to do with me. I’m just a convenient hole to shove it in.’

  ‘Dani …’

  ‘No!’ She covered his mouth to silence him. ‘You’re not hard for me. This is for Luthor. He’s the one you want to fuck. He’s the person you were thinking about, whose arse you were imagining sliding inside.’

  ‘That’s not—’

  She pressed down harder, refusing to let him lie and suggest it wasn’t true. ‘It’s all you’ve wanted since we got here. Do you imagine I didn’t notice? Do you think I don’t know how your mind works? You were hard for him the moment he arrived on the docks, you locked lips at the first opportunity and then you used me as a substitute.’

  He pulled her hand way from his lips. ‘I did not.’

  He had. She knew it. She felt it in her chest, which was so tight right now she could only breathe in short gasps. ‘You wanted him, but you fucked me.’

  Xane sat back on his knees, his mouth agape over her accusations. ‘Is there an alternative I’m missing that you’re suggesting would have been preferable?’

  ‘I don’t know … I don’t know. Masturbation.’

  ‘Fuck, Dani!’ he swore, and sucked his lip piercing into his mouth. He pushed up onto his knees. ‘You expect me to just wank myself silly. My God, I mean, of course, why didn’t I think of that? How about I do that now, and give the muscles in my forearm a good workout. Maybe I can shout his name as I come. It’ll be really satisfying.’ He shook his head, so that his hair fell around him like a shroud. ‘Stroking it’s got nothing on the real thing.’

  She didn’t understand why he felt the need to be so growly. He wasn’t the one who’d been wronged. She hadn’t used him, nor been unfaithful in her head. ‘You should do.’

  ‘When I’m this wound up the wankfest of the century isn’t going to do a damn thing.’

  ‘Then don’t. Do something else?’

  ‘What something else would that be? You haven’t left any other options open. No kissing, no fucking, no obvious intimacy between him and me. Those are your rules and I’ve obeyed them, and now you’re adding another. I only ever think about you when I’m aroused.’ He gave a mocking laugh. ‘Yeah, because you only ever think about me while we’re making love. You never think about a sexy actor, or a stranger you walked past, or the cracks in the ceiling, or how many marks your deranged mother and her cronies would cut into your skin if they had any idea what you were doing.’

  Rage bloomed white and hot when he mentioned the silvery scars that covered her skin. ‘I do only think of you.’ That was the truth. The absolute God’s honest truth. Xane was the only man she’d ever fantasised about. The only man who’d ever made sex so good she got so wrapped up in the moment there was no room in her mind for anything else.

  ‘Yeah, well, I’m not superhuman like you are. I’m into you, Dani. I’m so … so fucking into you that it hurts, but I’m not wired in a way that’s ever going to restrict my attraction to only one person. You’re right, I do want to fuck Luthor. His body, his scent, the damn twinkle in his eyes, they all drive me crazy, just as plenty things about you do too. I’m attracted and I want both of you. In fact, if it was purely down to me, I’d probably bed you both together, but I’ve accepted you’re not comfortable with that. Now though … you … you need to learn to compromise.’

  ‘Compromise how?’ she croaked, feeling cranky and embarrassed. ‘I’m not going to lie back and open my legs when I know it’s all a lie.’

  ‘You’re not listening. I want you. I wanted you when I came to find you, and I still want you now.’

  The damned head of his cock nodded at her in agreement.

  ‘No,’ she insisted. ‘Stop saying that. Don’t pretend.’ She slapped away his attempts to pull her to him. ‘You want him, so just go and find him and fuck him. Do whatever it is you need to make you feel happy.’

  To her horror, Xane pushed up onto his feet. ‘You know what, maybe I should. Maybe I fucking should.’

  He walked out and Dani threw the nearest thing to hand at the door. That happened to be a shoe which bounced back and hit her in the stomach. Tears filled her eyes immediately, and she doubled over as a sob exploded from her throat. ‘No. Noooo!’ She hadn’t meant that. She didn’t really want to push him towards Luthor. She opened the door and walked into the lounge while simultaneously trying to pull down her skirt and get her arms back inside the upper part of her dress. Xane was nowhere to be seen.

  She was too late. He’d already taken her at her word. If she went searching she’d find him easily enough. He’d be in the Little House wrapped around Luthor.

  She trekked back into the bedroom, but only for a moment. The bedsheets were rumpled and the air smelled of sex. Dani took off her dress and found an old T-shirt and a pair of knee-length yoga pants. Then she returned to the living room and crept up the stairs onto the mezzanine level. There was a laptop on the table there, and a nook containing a daybed housed in an alcove full of books. She claimed the computer and crawled into the darkest corner of the book nook. Her knees were wobbly and she couldn’t stop shivering. She offhandedly brushed away the tears that were tumbling down her face. It was her own fault what had happened, and she was just going to have to live with it if she wanted to live with Xane. She wished there was someone she could talk to who would understand, but the only people on this island were Xane’s band-mates, and the members of Black Halo would always side with him over her. The only other outsider was Ginny, and while their friendship predated their involvement with the band, Ginny had almost become one of them since Ash’s accident. She’d never understood Dani’s issues with Xane’s bisexuality. She just saw two hot guys and made ‘phwoar’ noises.

  There was only one person outside her current environment who cared anything for her, whom she could turn to for support. Dani waited for the computer to boot up, then logged into her account. She wasn’t really sure if she’d get a response considering the time-zone difference, but she had to reach out to someone.

  D: Hi Dad. It’s Dani.

  The introduction was unnecessary, but their relationship was so new she always felt she needed to identify herself. She paused in thought, watching the cursor blink as she wondered what to write, and to her surprise a pop-up notified her that the message had been read.

  DD: Hello sweetheart. What can I do for you?

  D: I just thought we could catch up a bit.

  DD: Would love to, but I’m at work at the minute, and lunch isn’t for another hour. You’re up late. It must be after midnight where you are.

  When she’d first summoned the nerve to contact her father a few weeks ago, she’d expected him to be in England, maybe a couple of streets away from where they’d once lived when she was a chil
d. She’d been relieved it was Xane’s bill when she’d finally got through and discovered he now lived in New Zealand. He and Dan – the guy he’d left her mum for – had emigrated four years ago, and had no plans to return to Europe.

  D: Yes, it’s late. I’m not sleepy.

  Lies. A yawn stretched her jaw. She never used to lie, except by omission, of course. She typed,

  D: Xane and I had a falling out

  Then deleted it.

  D: We had an argument.

  Her little finger hovered over the return key, then landed on backspace instead.

  DD: Got to run, honey. I’m being called into a meeting. If you’re still up in an hour we can chat, but don’t wait up. Otherwise, we’ll have to decide a proper time to do a hangout at a time that’s good for both of us.

  D: I’d like that.

  This time she’d make sure she had some privacy before she began. During their first live chat, Xane had walked out of the bathroom naked and straight in front of the camera. She’d nearly died on the spot. He seemed to have his clothes off more often than on. He was parading around naked again wherever he was right now – screwing Luthor – though she supposed sticking around long enough to dress would have been pointless when he intended to get naked again immediately.

  She slammed the laptop lid down and shoved it to the other end of the daybed as another sob erupted. The image of the two men entwined hit her like a punch in the guts. She gagged and coughed, snorted back her thickening tears. What did it do to cry over this? She’d known from the moment on the beach on Liddell Island that this time would come. That if she wanted to hang on to Xane, she’d have to face and accept his attraction to other men. She’d even convinced herself for a little while that she’d leaped that hurdle. She’d been fooling herself. Getting caught up in the passion of a moment wasn’t the same as living knowing that the man you doted on, whom you loved with every fibre of your being, didn’t feel the same way about you. She wasn’t sure how to live with that knowledge.