by Jillian Neal
“Obviously, because my plan didn’t work,” she whimpered. Dan chuckled, cradling her flushed face in his hands.
“Fionna, I used to sit in our mixed Creative Writing seminars and stare at your ass, while you took notes, every single day of my entire freshman year.” He still felt horrendously guilty over that fact, but she needed to hear what he was saying. “I couldn’t tell you the mentor’s name or one damn thing he said. So, if anyone was a terrible person, it was me.”
Fionna shook her head. “You were not a terrible person. You were a horny, teenage boy, although I do feel even more guilt now.”
“I didn’t mean to make you feel worse. I just wanted you to know that I’m honored that you liked me, and that the feeling was mutual, I guess.” He’d always felt so guilty, like he’d cheated on Amelia, whenever he thought about or even dreamed about another girl.
“I think I’m just going to go back to being furious with Will.”
“You can’t be mad at Will. He was just a horny teenage boy, too. Do you think Brooke knows?” Guilt broadcast from her entire being.
“No, and I wouldn’t bring it up if I were you. She has quite a temper.”
Fionna scoffed. “He probably doesn’t even remember. Look at who he’s married to. She’s gorgeous.”
“Honey, you are gorgeous, and he remembers.” Dan bartered his guilt for anger. Incensed fury still took him over whenever he thought of his angel in the arms of one of his best friends. He tried to force the images away. “I guess you’re right. Will would never have told anyone, because I suppose he is kind of a good guy,” he allowed begrudgingly.
Fionna laughed at him outright. “It was a long, long time ago.”
“Still want to strangle him,” Dan huffed. “Come on; let’s go in so I can inhale your perfume instead of Ferrari fumes.”
She crawled out of the car and followed Dan into the house. “Want some tea?” Dan helped her out of her black pea coat and kicked off his boots.
“Please,” she nodded and seated herself on the couch, unbuckling the buckles on her knee-high boots. Dan returned with tea for her and a beer for himself.
“You’re not really mad, are you?”
“I’m not mad at you at all.”
“You can’t be mad at Will. You’ve been friends forever.”
“Yeah, and I know what a player he used to be, before he met Brooke. He’s two years older than you. Clearly he took advantage.” Fionna bit her lip to keep from guffawing.
“You probably had no idea what he had in mind when you agreed to hang out with him.” Unable to fight it any longer, with her entire face tensed to halt the outpour, she finally doubled over in hysterical laughter.
“I guess he was pretty quick with those hands,” she agreed a full minute later, though she was still giggling.
Dan threw his hands out. “See?”
With the past performing rapid-fire assaults on his mind, Dan huffed. “Did he use his, ‘Oh baby, you don’t mind do you? I just can’t keep my hands off of you. I want to touch you so bad.’ line when he felt you up?”
She continued her hysterical laughter, with her face still glowing in heated fever. “You know, I think he did say that.”
Dan rolled his eyes incredulously as Fionna snuggled into his arms. “I really hadn’t even thought about it until I saw him tonight.” After drawing a long sip of her tea, she turned her beautiful brown eyes on Dan’s. “I was really scheming, and I really do feel terrible about it. It was all to get where I’m sitting right now, and that makes me feel even worse.”
Dan set the bottle of beer on the table beside him, and wrapped his arms around her. “It was a long time ago, and I guess we were all really just teenagers. We all did some things we wish we hadn’t.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“Honey, you didn’t do anything to me, and trust me, Will isn’t sorry.”
“Yeah, I know. I just wish I could apologize to the person that I should apologize to,” her whispered regret rocked through his unsteady psyche.
“Fi,” Dan’s voice shattered. That was too much. He couldn’t allow himself to fathom such a thing. He couldn’t envision a conversation between Amelia and Fionna. His heart simply couldn’t bear it.
“Wanna just never talk about it again?”
“Yeah, that’d be good,” he nodded and brushed a kiss against her forehead. She gently touched his temple and then moved her caress to his neck. Continuing her journey, she took his right hand and her cast worked through him. Defeat plagued him, but he was unable to stop himself; he drew from her and felt his body and his shield calm.
A full minute later, he was able to smile. “Might have to harass Will next time I see him without his wife,” he threatened.
Fionna wrinkled her nose, a sight Dan was growing more addicted to each and every time he saw it.
“Let’s not talk to Will, but we could blame him. I’m good with the whole ‘he was taking advantage of me in my young and inexperienced state.’”
Dan chuckled, but only for a moment. His jaw clenched again before he demanded, “Just how inexperienced were you, baby?”
“Why do you keep asking all of the things I don’t want to tell you?”
The air trapped in his lungs escaped in a huff.
“Fi, please tell me he wasn’t the first guy to ever…?”
She covered her face with her hands and nodded.
“I was a pre-freshman. We’d moved here over the summer, and I didn’t know a lot of people. I thought he was cute, and polite, and he was your best friend, and I really liked you.”
“I’m going to kill him.” His eyes landed on the table near the front door, where he had all the necessary implements needed for shooting someone.
“Oh, come on; I was sixteen.”
“Exactly.”
“Didn’t you do that before you were sixteen?” She knew perfectly well that she had him cornered.
“I was an asshole. Who do you think taught him the ‘I just can’t keep my hands off of you’ line?”
Fionna’s adorable giggle did shatter some of his ire.
“Did he hurt you?” Dan demanded as he recalled the first time he’d done that.
“Dan, stop it. No, he didn’t hurt me.” She shook her head at him. “He was very sweet, very gentle; all the things he was supposed to be.”
“Ugh, I do not want to hear about you and Will,” Dan shuddered at the recurring images.
“Well, I don’t really want to tell you, but I always kind of thought he knew he was the first. You know, once he did it, because he backed off really quickly.”
Vomit and bile churned in Dan’s stomach and singed his throat. “Yeah, well you weren’t his first, so he probably did. All the more reason he should have stopped.”
Fionna rolled her eyes. “Dan, he did stop, as soon as I said ‘stop.’ His dad yelled at him for a long time.”
“Good.”
“Would you stop it?”
Dan continued to order the images, which his brain had conjured, away, without much success.
“Would you feel better if I let you get to third base?” She seemed to want to put to rest the confessions and adolescent stories just as much as he did.
Claimed
Very intrigued, Dan nodded. “Maybe.” With a goading smirk, he cradled her to him, and then brushed his thumb over her nipple as he cupped her left breast in his hand. “You know, I just can’t keep my hands off of them. I want to touch you so bad.”
Her breaths came quicker as she gave him a sexy half grin. “It was a pretty good line.”
“It’s not a line anymore.”
A slight, eager moan escaped her. He couldn’t fight it. He knew it was ridiculous and chauvinistic, but he wanted to own her, to brand her. No one else could have her, because she was his and he planned to show her that. He’d make a claim so deep and so intimate she’d never doubt whose bed she belonged in. The stirring, exhilarating waves of her heat rose around him, perfumin
g the air. She was his.
“If you’re sweet, I’ll even let you take my bra off,” she teased. Her eyes were dark and hungry as he traced taunting patterns up her skirt with his index finger.
“Oh, baby, I’m not going to be sweet, but I am going to be very, very thorough.” Suddenly only aware of his throbbing erection, the essence of her, those luscious curves, the need that ate at him, and that slick heat between her legs, he ravaged the soft skin of her neck. “I’m gonna take you, honey. I’m gonna strip you down. I’m gonna suck you and bite you. I’m going to tear you up, sweetheart, because you’re mine, all mine. I’m gonna make you scream out my name, make you take it so deep all you feel is me inside of you, and all you want is sweet relief.” The whispered plans swirled heatedly around her neck.
“Oh, yes.” Her body began that desperate, needy writhing that drove him wild.
“Are you casted, baby doll?” He forced himself to make certain of that before he made his claim. She nodded against him, and he continued to move torturously slowly. He wanted her to ache for his touch, long for his fullness, hurt for him. He continued his devastating moves, swirling his tongue over the hollow of her neck as he edged towards her earlobe.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” As he asked he found his answer. His fingers had reached their destination under her skirt. “Oh yeah,” he groaned as he felt the damp, heated satin that he traced and explored. “Such a good girl.” His index finger slid slowly down her slit and the silky heat continued to develop under her skin.
He pulled her earlobe in his mouth, sucking tenderly and then with intensity. Her breath caught as he slid his teeth over the sweet skin, and she trembled against him.
Reaching, he pulled her sweater over her head and groaned as he took in her breasts, swollen and pert, spilling over the top of the sheer black lace bra.
“These are mine,” he declared. Her head fell back, and she panted in anticipation. “All mine, just like those sweet lips and that sexy ass. All for me.”
He turned and laid her down on the couch. He lay on his side, and dragged his hand from her neck to the top of her skirt. He leaned and stroked his tongue roughly over her right nipple, through the lace that covered it.
She shuddered from the sensation. “Please,” she begged as she arched her back and lifted her breasts towards his mouth. Her nipples stood in puckered mounds, raw from the lace of her bra, desperate for relief.
Dan reached and unhooked the bra, in one quick, well-rehearsed move. “That hurts, doesn’t it, baby?” Dan gently touched the swollen raspberry buds as he thought of all the deliciously dirty things he wanted to do. She cried out in a loud, longing moan. “You need me to make it feel better, don’t you? But only me, baby.” He leaned over her and gently moved his tongue over her right nipple in slow, languid vacillations. He huffed hot breath over the sensitive skin.
“When you ache, you ache for me.” He moved and drew her left breast deep in his mouth. He sucked fervently as she groaned in ecstasy.
As he sucked, he worked his hands down to her skirt, lifted her up to grant himself better access to her breasts, and pulled the zipper down slowly. He gently lowered her body back to the couch as he eased the skirt away from her.
His tongue set to work again. He laved and licked the skin between her breasts, inhaling deeply of the scent of her as it swirled into his lungs. He kept his mouth open and soft as he moved back to her neck. His thirsty tongue tasted her dew. He needed more. He sank a gentle love-bite into the tendon where her neck met her shoulder, and left a deep mark, the shape of his open mouth, on the thin fevered skin. “All mine.”
Her entire body shook and trembled as his name hissed from her lips. Still moving with delicate precision, though he longed to rip the slight panties from her lips and pound into her, Dan began bathing her chest and abdomen with his tongue.
He dragged his teeth over the delicious curve of her right breast, and then nipped at the throbbing tips as she cried out for him. He continued his path towards his goal.
As he worked, he undid his belt and trousers. He had them off in a second flat, as she unbuttoned his shirt and began running her hands over his chest and abs. He caught her hand and wrapped it forcefully around his length, making her gasp.
“You feel how hard you make me, honey?” Forgoing his need to drink her for a moment, wanting her wetter before he began his feast, he crowded over her and began thrusting against her. He mimicked his movements when he slipped inside of her and forced the satin of her panties to move over her mound.
“When I see you naked and dripping for me, when you moan for me, make all of those sweet sounds that only I get to hear,” he groaned in her ear, “you make me so damn hard I hurt. And you’re going to make it better, baby.”
She bucked underneath him, clawing his back in heated passion. After several mimicked thrusts, he continued his trek down her body. He caught the G-string in his teeth. She watched him, so desperate and so real that he shook with need.
He yanked, meaning to pull them down her leg, but he heard the fabric tear. Long, deep moans of pleasure spilled from her kiss-swollen lips. Dan refocused as he tossed the panties away. He stroked his tongue over her swollen, fevered mound. “I want to drink you.”
He parted her with his fingers, and kept his tongue moving slowly up and down the sensitive skin that no one else would ever see. She was his.
She bucked in his face, and he clasped her hips in his hands and pinned her to the couch. “I know what you want. Be a good girl and let me give it to you.” With that, he traced the tip of his tongue in a torturous dance around her clitoris. It was already swollen and throbbing. As she whimpered in desperate yearning, he took her into his mouth. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and returned to his work. With his fingers now free, he dipped them inside of her.
It startled her slightly, but, “Yes,” hissed from her lips.
“My God, you taste so sweet, baby, like candy made just for me.”
He kept his strokes deep and claiming as he sucked her clit. With his left hand he caressed her backside, and lifted her to gain himself deeper access.
Tender tremors worked through her body. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip. She writhed, and her temperature shot upwards. “Just let go, baby.” His words freed her. She gasped as she filled his mouth with her sweet release. The energy was exquisite. He delved between her lips and sucked her harder. He wanted it all.
Unable to catch her breath, her entire body shuddered and convulsed uncontrollably.
Simply unable to wait any longer, Dan leaned up and grasped her hands. He positioned her on her knees with her stomach to the back of the couch as he crowded behind her. He grasped her hair gently and tugged her head to the side, so he could kiss and mark her neck.
“Dan, please; please,” fell from her mouth as she arched her back and moved her lush backside against his erection.
“All mine,” he drawled as he grasped her waist and pushed inside of her. He forced himself to start slowly. He stayed shallow by sheer strength of will, but the feeling was heavenly. She leaned forward to urge him on. “Such a greedy girl,” he moaned as he filled her. He let her body envelope him, inch by delicious inch.
He shuddered as her energy began to consume him. Her muscles quivered and rhythmically pulled him deeper. She milked him, and he thought he’d lose his mind.
He moaned in her ear, “You feel so damn good.”
She leaned into the couch, pushing back against him. “So hot and wet. I want you to open up for me and take it all in. Take it, honey, like my good girl.” He thrust hard, over and over, listening to her gasp loudly and moan her appreciation.
“You feel that, baby? All mine. You feel how much I own?” He grinded into her, pushed her beautiful body against the cushions on the back of the couch, and hit every sweet spot. The angle granted him full access.
He kept his thrusts deep and unrelenting as he felt their energy join in tantric twists of ecstasy. Her entire body ten
sed and tugged around him as she came again. She writhed between his hard body and the couch.
“That’s my girl; now I want more.”
He moved his hands to her breasts as he leaned her forward and pounded into her. He kneaded the swollen, fevered mounds. He built her again, feeling her body spasm around his throbbing length.
He waited until she was calling out his name loudly and quaking in his arms. He leaned until his mouth was right beside her ear as he grasped her nipples and twisted. “Come for me, honey. Just let it go.”
She exploded in his arms as he buried himself deep and gained his own climax, potent and permeating. He struggled for breath as he felt their releases mix inside of her.
Brushing sweet, tender kisses on her neck, his body shuddered.
He withdrew, and sank back onto the couch as he guided her into his lap. She nuzzled her head sweetly into the crook of his neck as he cradled her in his protective embrace.
“You are the most amazing woman in the world, and nothing is more beautiful than when you let me have you like that.” She was still trembling and short of breath.
Allowing them a moment to relish their union, he stopped speaking and simply formed his shield around her.
“So, I really, really like couch sex,” she whispered a minute later.
“Relax for me, baby,” Dan soothed as he casted her and healed the marks he’d left on her chest and neck. Then he pulled her legs up until he was holding her entire body in his arms. She tucked her head under his chin, making him grin in contentment.
“The next time your parents come over and sit down, this is what I’m gonna think about,” she giggled at her own joke. She was adorable.
“My mother would pretend you said, ‘Dan spilled something on the couch,’ then give you instructions on how to properly clean a leather sofa.” He made her laugh harder, that power no less exhilarating than owning her.
“I would say I was sorry about the G-string but, truthfully, I’m really not,” he teased with a cocky smirk. “I will offer to get you more, although I think I prefer you without any.”
