“It all seemed romantic and it happened so fast. Then one day he was gone. He didn’t call or text. I literally never heard from him again.”
“What did you do?” Dane’s rough but warm fingers brushed her cheek in a caress that made her heart squeeze tightly in her chest.
“Just went on with my life at first. I was disappointed, but it had all seemed so surreal when it was happening that when it was over—well, it was like it never happened. Except that it did, and I was pregnant.” Lily buried her head in her hands, mortified at her own stupidity. “I didn’t realize it at first. I kept partying with friends and having fun. I thought I was just tired. Then one day I got sick smelling shrimp scampi at the restaurant I was working at and one of the other waitresses jokingly asked me if I was pregnant. I did some quick mental arithmetic and realized I probably was.”
She looked up into his eyes, expecting condemnation but finding only sympathy. Perversely it only made it harder to go on with the story as tears began to well and slip down her cheeks.
“Aw, baby. Don’t cry.” Dane’s arms slipped around her and he hauled her up on his lap, rocking her while he stroking her hair. Her tears flowed and she marveled how safe she felt in Dane’s strong arms. Safe enough to allow this moment of self-pity. She’d never had the time or inclination before but somehow she knew he wouldn’t think less of her for being weak…just for a few moments. “I’m here, baby, and nothing bad is ever going to happen to you again.”
God, she wanted to believe that. That exhausted, overwhelmed person inside of her wanted to hand all of her troubles over to this man and let him take care of it all. What a luxury that would be.
But that’s not what grown-up women did.
With her fingers she dashed away the moisture on her cheeks, trying to gain some control over her runaway emotions. “I’m okay. Really.”
She wriggled on his lap so he would set her free, but Dane shook his head, his hold tightening. “You can finish your story right here. I won’t let go.”
Ever?
She wanted to trust that but had been through too much to put all her faith in any man. “I’m sorry, I guess I got a little emotional. When I found out I was pregnant I was so scared. I’m an only child and I didn’t know shit about babies or kids. I didn’t even babysit when I was a teenager. Plus I knew that I was going to have to tell my parents and quit school to get a job. I sent Brandon a few emails but I never heard anything at all. After Nicky was born I sent him one more but he still didn’t answer. I gave up after that. I didn’t want Nicky to have a father that was being forced into the role. He deserved better than that.”
Dane tipped her chin so she was looking up at him. “What about what you deserve? You didn’t get pregnant by yourself, Lily. Brandon had some responsibility. You could have sued him for support. Why didn’t you?”
Lily groaned and scraped her fingers through her hair. “You think I haven’t asked myself that question a hundred damn times? You don’t know what it’s like to be poor.” She shook her head and placed her fingers over his lips when he started to speak. “No, I can tell that you don’t. You’re being rich was honestly the last thing I wanted. After Brandon I said I was done with wealthy men. But people who have never struggled can’t understand. I didn’t have any money to get an attorney. But even if I had, I just thought he had enough money to keep fighting me for years and I didn’t want Nicky to see that. I couldn’t let him know that his father didn’t love him or want him. I just couldn’t.”
Her voice broke then and she pressed her hand to her mouth to stop the sobs. She’d rather die a thousand painful deaths than have her beautiful son feel one day of hurt or sadness, but this she couldn’t stop. Eventually he was going to ask about his father and she was going to have to tell him…something.
One look at Dane’s tortured expression made her reach out to him, her hands framing his face. His jaw was rough under her palms and she brushed his lips with her thumbs, drawing a ragged groan from his throat.
“Baby, I need to say–”
She didn’t want to hear that he felt sorry for her. Tonight she wanted something far different from this man that made her feel things she’d never believed possible. She wanted to feel like the woman she was with him. Not somebody’s mother or daughter. But a woman.
“Make love to me, Dane,” she whispered before pressing her lips to his, stopping him from continuing. For a moment he resisted, his body stiff, but she traced the seam of his lips with her tongue and it was as if a dam of want and passion burst. He yanked her closer and easily took control of the kiss, all man and all alpha.
His hands left a trail of fire everywhere he touched and she gasped as his fingers slid under the skirt of her dress to play with the elastic of her panties. Need and desire exploded inside of her like a volcano and the heat of the lava glided across her sensitive flesh until her pulse pounded and a bar of arousal began to build in her abdomen.
Frantically she reached for the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his bare skin next to her own. God, it had been so long since she’d been this close to a man. His hands closed over hers and his kiss became almost soothing in nature. He lifted his head and smiled, his green eyes dark with emotion.
“Easy, baby. We’ve got all night. I’ll give you what you need.”
She was counting on that. Dane seemed like a man who kept his promises and there was definitely a pledge in his lips and fingers as he slid the thin straps of her dress off of her shoulders. His lips followed his hands and blazed a path down her neck to nip at the swell of her breast.
Tangling her fingers in his silky dark hair, she arched her back to allow him better access. He chuckled, a warm vibration against her skin, as his fingers found the zipper at the back of the dress. Tugging it down, the bodice fell away and he cupped her breasts with his callused hands, dragging his thumbs across the nipples.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered as his tongue traced circles around the rosy tips before drawing one into his mouth and scraping the sides with his teeth. Honey gushed from her pussy as he repeated his ministrations on the other side and the room spun as her arousal began its climb toward the pinnacle.
Dane pushed her dress down over her hips and tossed it aside so she was wearing nothing more than a scrap of panties. His fingers traced the elastic on her quivering belly before hooking a thumb in the fabric and sliding them down her legs and into a puddle on the floor.
His gaze was hot as he pressed her torso down and lifted her legs up and wide so he could fit his broad shoulders between them. Panicking, she crossed her hands over her pussy, a deep flush covering her face and chest. Dear God, this was embarrassing. If only a hole would open up in the floor so she could crawl away in shame.
“Wait.” Her voice came out hoarse, barely understandable.
Dane froze. “What’s wrong, baby? Did I do something wrong?”
He hadn’t done a damn thing wrong. No, everything he’d done from the moment he came into her life was amazingly right. She’d never felt this way, soaring above the room and floating in the clouds as his hands moved over her body. His lips were inches from her cunt and she could feel his warm breath against her clit. “I’ve never–well, it’s just–no one has ever…” Her voice trailed off in mortification.
She hadn’t thought through what it would be like with a man of experience when she hardly had any.
“You mean no man has licked your pretty pussy, Lily? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
She nodded, her face hot. Instead of teasing her, Dane’s expression became almost feral in intensity. “Baby, knowing I’m the first man to do this…make you feel this…fuck, I’m going to make you scream with pleasure. Tonight I’m going to ruin you for any other man.”
She did scream and she doubted she could ever be with anyone else. At the first touch of his hot mouth and tongue she was awash in pleasure. Flames danced along her limbs and seared her soul. It was like nothing she’d felt before. Dane held her thig
hs wide, one over his shoulder and the other trapped against the mattress. Relentless in his ability to make the world tilt and spin, she laid there a willing prisoner to the overwhelming pleasure. She should have been ashamed of her wanton response but instead she reveled in it.
She was sure her body was going to incinerate from the inside out. No woman could take this much bliss.
“Time to come, baby.” She felt Dane’s mouth close over her clit and the world exploded behind her eyes. Colors and light sparkled and danced and she screamed his name as wave after wave shook her to the core. When the light show was over, she lay there wrung out and satisfied.
“You have a very smug smile on your face.” Dane kissed her inner thigh and she shook as it sent jolts of electricity straight to her clit, despite the fact that she’d come only moments before.
Her cheeks burned and she was sure they were bright scarlet. “I’ve never come that hard before.”
Dane’s brows shot up in surprise. “I’m glad. I’m possessive and competitive like that.”
She shouldn’t have said anything because he clearly liked the idea of being the first to rock her world in a major way. “It’s not the first orgasm I’ve ever had,” she clarified.
Dane shook his head. “What kind of men have you dated?”
“You’re the first real man,” she said because it was true. Everyone else she’d been with before tonight had simply been a warmup for him.
“This real man can’t wait any longer.” Dane stood and began to pluck at the buttons on his shirt, stripping it from his torso to reveal golden skin stretched over taut muscles. His shoulders were wide and his ridged belly flat. She couldn’t stop herself from sitting up and running a tongue along his abdomen, feeling the flesh jump and quiver. His hands clamped down on her shoulders and he pulled away with a groan. “Easy on me. I want you very much and I don’t want this to be over before it starts.”
The tent behind the zipper of his pants told the tale. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She reached out to rub his hard cock through the fabric but his hand snaked out and captured her wrist before she could touch him.
“You are one naughty girl that’s begging to be punished. Just so we’re clear, I’m in charge when it comes to the bedroom, baby.”
His outrageous declaration should have infuriated her but instead it inflamed her senses, arousal sending more cream gushing from her pussy and making her nipples uncomfortably tight. She was in charge of every single damn thing every moment of every day in her life. What a delight to let him take control and lead. He obviously knew what he was doing and she’d be a fool to argue with him. Lie back and enjoy the splendor.
“Do you hear me arguing?” she chuckled, her hands running up his thighs to the button of his pants. His quickly indrawn breath let her know in no uncertain terms that he was as affected as she was. Her fingers hesitated over the fastening, his hot gaze taking in every move she made. “May I?”
She tried to keep her voice humble but his eyebrow quirked in amusement. “You may but you’re not fooling me in the least. I can see the gleam of mischief in your eye. I doubt obedience is your strong suit.”
That word made her pause from removing his pants. “Is that what you’re looking for in a woman? Obedience?”
“Out of the bedroom? No way. In the bedroom? Let’s just say that I like to give the orders.” He hesitated for a moment. “It turns me on to be obeyed. Up to a point, of course. I would never ask you to do something you really didn’t want to do.”
She swallowed hard, determined to be fully with this man. She was a woman, not a scared little girl. “What kind of things would you order me to do?”
A lazy grin bloomed on his gorgeous face. “I’d tell you to get on your knees and suck me off. Or maybe hold yourself in a certain position while I played with you. And of course, not to come without my permission.”
Laughter bubbled up at his words. “Permission? I can’t come unless you tell me? That seems crappy.”
Not that she was having all that many orgasms without him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d come before tonight. She was too tired most days to even care.
“I promise you’ll come often enough that you won’t mind. Do you want to give being submissive a try?”
Chewing on her lower lip, she turned over his question in her mind. She trusted him. That wasn’t an issue. She wanted to turn him on and if getting on her knees and putting his cock in her mouth would do it? She was all in.
A thought popped into her head. “Are you like those guys in some of the books I’ve read? Are you a Dom?”
A friend at the restaurant had given her a few books that had opened Lily’s eyes to the possibilities and diversity in the bedroom. She had to admit she’d found them arousing.
Dane shucked his pants and tossed them on the coffee table. “What do you know about Doms?”
“I’ve read some things.” Lily shrugged. “But I don’t really know much.”
“I’ve had dominant/submissive experiences but I wouldn’t call myself a Dom. As I said I like to be in charge. But we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
He was pushing his boxers down his muscled thighs and his long, thick cock sprung out, slapping his belly. A pearl of pre-cum glistened at the slit of the purplish-red mushroom head and suddenly she wanted to do anything that pleased him. She wanted him to want her until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“I want to try,” she stated. “What’s my first order?”
He pointed to the floor. “If you really want to do this then get on your knees. Have you ever sucked a cock before, baby?”
She had but not very well. There was a lot of choking and coughing involved and she was terrified of cum shooting into her mouth.
“I’m not a virgin, Dane,” she answered sharply. Because she’d told him he was the first man she’d had a great orgasm with now he was going to treat her like she was sexually backwards. “I’ve sucked before.”
He crossed his arms over his wide chest and smiled. “No need to get defensive. I don’t want to ask you to do something you find repugnant.”
“I don’t have a problem with it. Not really.”
“You said that with about as much enthusiasm as someone headed to the dentist. We don’t have to do this. It’s not a big deal.”
But it was. “I’m afraid you’ll come down my throat,” she admitted, her face getting warm. “It happened once and I didn’t like it.”
Dane nodded and curved his hand around the back of her head, urging her to her knees. “I can imagine that was an unpleasant surprise. I promise you that won’t happen with me.”
Falling to her knees, she reached up and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock, the skin velvety to the touch but steely underneath. He stood perfectly still as her fingernail traced the pattern of blue veins just under the skin. When she looked up again Dane’s eyes were closed and his jaw was tight.
He enjoyed it and it gave her even more confidence to explore, cupping his heavy balls in her hands and wringing a groan from his lips. “Good God, woman, put me out of my misery, you little tease.”
Giggling, she let her tongue follow her fingertip before giving butterfly flicks to the head. His fingers tightened in her hair and a hiss of breath escaped his lips as she laved the shaft from groin to tip. Finally he pulled away with a tortured groan.
“I can’t take much more. And there’s so much we still haven’t done.”
Images of all the things she’d only fantasized about danced in her head. He reached down and easily lifted her from the ground and into his arms.
“Bedroom?”
“Second door on the left.” She pointed to the hall knowing he couldn’t get lost in the tiny condo. Resting her head on his shoulder, she breathed in his masculine scent and listened to the steady thud of his heart under her ear. She let her hand glide over his bicep and shoulder before scraping through the silky hair on his chest.
Layi
ng her on the bed, he frowned for a moment and then cursed before straightening. “Condoms are in my pants. I’ll be right back.”
She watched his tight butt as he retreated and she took the opportunity to pull back the covers and slide between the cool sheets. She wished her bedroom was more romantic than utilitarian but in the dim light it probably didn’t matter anyway. Hopefully he would be concentrating only on her.
He reentered with two condom squares between his fingers and she said a silent prayer that he’d brought more than one. Once wasn’t going to be nearly enough. Holding them up, he grinned wickedly before kneeling at the end of the bed.
“I think we need to get you warmed up again.”
After donning the condom he crawled up her body, stopping to kiss, lick, and nibble at various sensitive areas on the way, making her writhe and moan in response. Finally face to face he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue dominating and claiming. She gave in, willingly swept away on a tide of arousal that was too powerful to deny.
When he nudged her legs apart, she slid her thighs wide and clutched his shoulders in anticipation. His cock pressed at her entrance and her long unused muscles protested at his intrusion. He paused to let her catch her breath before pushing forward again, slowly, inexorably until she was completely full. Her toes curled as delicious sensations began to radiate from her clit and pussy out to every part of her body.
She swayed her hips with urgency, needing him to move more than she needed her next breath. He pulled out and then thrust back in, rubbing a never-before-found spot inside of her that took her breath away and tightened the bar of arousal in her belly. Moving closer to the precipice they rocked together, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Trembling beneath him she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, each designed to send her higher. Her clit swelled as he stroked it with his groin, the friction almost too much to bear. She mewled in frustration, her nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders as she neared the top. Dane leaned down and whispered hot, dirty words of encouragement in her ear even as he placed his hand between their bodies just where she needed it most.
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