Dane

by Michelle Hughes

  Finishing my shift, I headed back home alone. Unusual for me. After fucking that one broad, none of the others really appealed even though she hadn’t been that great. Was I a callous mother fucker? Probably, but they were greedy little cunts. But not her. Erin’s face clouded my memory and I felt myself grow hard thinking about sliding into that tight body. Slamming the break down on the golf cart, my hands smacked the steering wheel. So much for that fuck tonight, my cock seemed to have a one tracked mind.

  I thought about avoiding the house tonight, and the though made me livid. Flooring the accelerator, which only made me go about 15 MPH, I was determined to screw her out of my system. Walking into the house seeing her surrounded by all my friends playing the game system, my anger returned. There was nothing sexual going on you could say it was the opposite of.

  “A word, Erin.” It wasn’t a question. My train of thought couldn’t comprehend that civility. She looked up at me nervously, and I thought she’d turn me down, instead gave a quick nod of her head. I motioned toward the stairs when she joined me, and she hesitated before taking them. Reaching the top landing she crossed her arms over her chest and the look she gave me was distrustful.

  “I’m not going into a bedroom with you.” Her voice was soft but firm, and I nearly lost it.

  “Why the fuck not?” I managed not to yell, but barely. I wanted her in my bed, no I fucking demanded it. She hadn’t stopped Brandt and I was her first.

  “Because you hurt me, and I didn’t like it. I won’t let you do it again.” Nibbling on her lip, I saw the hurt in those eyes and for a moment it punched me in the gut.

  “You’re driving me crazy. I can’t even fuck another woman without thinking about you. Shit, I can’t even get off inside another pussy!” How was I supposed to screw her out of my system if she wouldn’t let me fuck her?

  “I’m sorry.” Her baby blue eyes filled with pity and my rage intensified.

  “Sorry doesn’t cut it. I want you in my bed so I can fuck you until that tight little pussy is so sore you can’t walk tomorrow, then do it again until I’ve gotten my fill of you.” Punching the wall to ease frustration, Erin stepped back like I was going after her next. I didn’t like her fearing me. “I wouldn’t hit you.” Speaking more calmly than I felt, her eyes lost some of that fear.

  “There are other ways to hurt someone.” She kept her eyes locked on mine, and I understood what she was saying.

  “I won’t do that anal shit again. Let me love you, honey. I’m going out of my mind here.” Had I ever begged a woman before for anything? Not that I could remember. I would do it now.

  “Love me? I thought you wanted to fuck me, those two things are different I think.” She wanted to be logical now? I would lose my shit again.

  “I’m not up for the psychobabble tonight. That’s Ian’s thing. You coming to my bed or not?” Pleading didn’t work, maybe demanding would.

  “Not. I can’t sleep with you without wanting more and I don’t want you breaking my heart.” She finally broke eye contact but those words still hit me to the point I could barely breathe. Erin turned to walk away, and I was a piece of shit for grabbing her arm knowing I could never give her more than sex.

  “You falling for me, princess?” It was cruel to play on her emotions, a better man would have let her leave with pride. I wasn’t that man. Watching her eyes fill up with tears I felt like the piece of shit I was.

  “That’s not fair.” Whispered words full of anguish met my ears, and I knew she was mine. Pulling her into my arms, I abused that sentimentality. I wanted her, she could be mine, and the cost was irrelevant. She struggled for a minute then wrapped her arms around my neck. Mine.

  I held her tightly telling myself it was to keep her from running away. Truth was I needed her against me. Lifting her chin I claimed those sweet lips, giving her the tenderness she craved and I’m not sure there was a hidden agenda. She tasted like cotton candy and I wanted her to melt on my tongue. Inching her backwards step by step, we finally arrived at my door. Never breaking our kiss, I reached for the doorknob putting her in the room where she belonged.

  Kicking the door shut behind me, I reached for the hem of her tank top, breaking our kiss long enough to pull it over her head then joining our lips again. Without a bra, those gorgeous tits pressed against my bare chest, her nipples hard feeling so good. I couldn’t give her my heart, but pleasure was a different story. That I could give in droves.

  Reaching my hand between us I cupped her pussy. I could feel the dampness through the thin cotton shorts. Her soft moan of pleasure told me she wanted this. Stroking her through the material her sex pressed against my fingers, and I was determined to make this good for her. My cock told me to fuck her like a savage, but for once I ignored that bastard. Releasing her lips, I slowly inched her shorts and tiny panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them. “Lay on the bed for me.” I kept my tone soft and hopefully undemanding, wanting her to trust me again.

  The sight of her beautiful ass crawling into my bed, almost drove the slow seduction I had in mind away. Her pleading eyes gave me the control I’d lost. Joining her, I sat at the bottom of the bed, lifting her tiny foot into my hands. Massaging the soles she tensed and giggled, and I couldn’t resist tickling. “Good to know you’re ticklish.” Getting serious again, I avoided the spots that made her laugh and focused on relaxation. Soon she was moaning softly, her eyes closed to the pleasure I gave.

  Moving up her calf, I worked out the muscle loving that she put herself in my hands again. I wanted to run my hands up to that tight heat, but forced myself to do her other leg instead. When she was relaxed, I did the same with her arms, moving from shoulder to wrist, placing a small kiss to the inside before lifting her other hand and mimicking my actions.

  I’d given massages before to clients and worked them into sexual gratification, but this was different. I wanted her to feel pleasure, and yes I wanted to fulfill her, but not for my gain. This was all about her needs. Refusing to let my mind ponder that thought, I carefully turned her over and worked the muscles of her back. Taking my time, allowing my fingers the feel of her soft flesh I was almost hypnotized at the sight of her beautiful body. Her soft snore shocked me, because I’d put her to sleep with my touch.

  I wasn’t sure if I should be proud of myself or banging my head against the wall. The last thing I wanted was her to pass out. It was strangely funny and I bit back a laugh, not wanting to wake her. Carefully inching away to take off my jeans, I slid up beside her in bed. Draping my arm over her waist, sleep claimed me too.

  Hours later, or maybe minutes, I awoke to the most incredible sensation and I didn’t want to open my eyes. If this was a dream, it was the best I’d ever had and I pressed my hips up into the hand stroking me tenderly. Barely opening my eyes, I saw her studying me as she massaged, and I didn’t want to break the moment. Closing them again, I wanted to know how far she would go.

  It was almost torture letting her curious little hand fondle me. The asshole in me wanted to demand she take me into her mouth so I could fuck it hard, I kept that part in check. When she released me to cup my balls, it almost came back. Fuck me! It felt so good to have her hand testing their weight and my dick grew so hard it ached. She moved that hand back to the base, gripping it firmly as her mouth licked the head. This was the best blowjob I’d ever had and she hadn’t even suckled me yet.

  That sweet little tongue moved down the side of my cock, leaving a trail of moisture, and I wanted to grab the covers to stop from bellowing out. Somehow I kept my mouth shut and she moved all around my cock, licking and getting me wet. Then she stroked, using her saliva as lubrication before taking me in deep. I forced my hips to stay still even though I wanted to rare up choking her with my length. The pressure of her mouth was paradise, nowhere near as good as plunging into her tight heat, but a close second. Working me with her mouth and hand, I knew it wouldn’t take long before I came. “On me, honey. I want to come inside you.”

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bsp; She lifted her head in shock. “You’re awake.” Flushing deeply I groaned and nodded my head.

  “Condom in the nightstand, no way I could sleep through that loving. Condom, now!” She scrambled over to the side of bed, pulling a condom out of the drawer. I took it from her hands, making a new record in rolling it on. “Can’t wait, Erin. Take me.” Sitting up I held out my hands and she came straddling my waist. “Put it in.”

  Reaching down she lined up my cock with her tight little pussy and inched down slowly. Fucking nirvana. I wanted to sing as I filled her up, her heat like the tightest fist gripping my dick. Reminding myself to be patient this time, I barely rocked my hips giving us both a taste of friction. Her heels dug into my ass, arms around my neck and she worked with me, back and forth almost like a gentle sway barely fucking but it was still perfect.

  I held her against me, not sure I’d ever loved this tenderly before, but it felt right with her. Our mouth fused, tongues dance, and she increased the pace lifting off me then pressing back down with a roll of her hips. “So beautiful. Take what you need, honey. I’m yours.” Keeping my arms around her waist, I let her control my cock.

  When her pace quickened I met those thrusts, feeling her tight walls grip me even more. She was coming and I was the reason. Instead of the cockiness I usually felt it was emotional. Rocking against her as she found paradise, I didn’t want to end the moment so I kept my pace slow and measured. I was so close, fuck I’d never wanted to come so bad. Then my climax slammed through me, and I was lost to the passion.

  When I could think again, the sensation blew my mind. What was that? I’d fucked so many women I couldn’t keep count, but never had I known an orgasm that made me feel so much. “I swear you’ve possessed me.” Holding her tightly I felt some pussy ass shit. I wanted to cry, and real men didn’t break down that way!

  “I love you, Dane.” Her little hands around my neck as she whispered those words scared the living shit out of me. No one had ever said them and I had no fucking idea how to reply. Squeezing her until she whimpered forcing me to relax my hold, I was lost. I couldn’t say them back, but I couldn’t let go of her either.

  My dick shriveled inside her and still we stayed that way, just holding on to each other like the world would shatter if we didn’t. When she shifted on me, I wanted to grab her ass and keep her in place but her words stopped that. “I need to pee.” Talk about breaking a moment. I chuckled, and released her, not sure she was ready to give me a golden shower. Doubting she even knew what one was.

  Watching that sexy little ass run off to my bathroom made me hard again, and I grabbed another condom, following her in. She looked embarrassed as hell when I caught her on the toilet and it was adorable. Pulling off my used rubber, I tossed it in the trash and tried to give her a little privacy while still invading her space. Turning the water on in the shower, I heard her flush and held out my hand.

  I dropped the little tinfoil package on the lip of the tub when she accepted and drew her into the steaming mist. Starting with her hair, I washed it, massaging her scalp, discovering she enjoyed being pampered. Ignoring all the sensual area’s I bathed her body then mine, loving how she was trembling in need. “Did I miss a few places?” Teasing her, because I loved her blushing, she nodded.

  Lathering up my hands, I moved to her ass, slowly cleansing her round globes, the soft moans escaping her lips making me rock hard. Turning her away from me, I lathered my hands again, kneading her gorgeous tits gently. “I think I’ve got everywhere.” Pulling her back under the stream I washed her off, the little pout on her lips at my neglect making me smile. “You want my services elsewhere?”

  She grabbed the bar of soap, finishing the job herself and I was done playing. Watching her fingers slide through those curls and against those pink folds was more than a saint could take. I wasn’t even close to one. Rinsing her off, I took her hands and placed them against the shower tile. “Don’t move an inch.” Picking up the packet, I ripped it open carelessly and rolled it down my aching cock.

  Coming back to her, my hand fell to the center of her back, making her arch and I slid my dick over her pussy lips teasingly. She was drenching my cock after seconds of the teasing and I wanted nothing more than to drive home into that tight haven. Instead I continued, making her whimper in need, and refusing myself the release my balls demanded.

  “Please, Dane. I need you inside me.” Her hips pressed back hard, and I wanted to keep up the torture but I couldn’t wait either. Slowly inching into her, I held the base of my cock only feeding her a few inches.

  “Take what you need, honey.” Her tight pussy rode me, increasing in rhythm but still I controlled the ride, not allowing her all my length.

  “More!” Pressing back hard against my cock, grinding into my hand, I knew she was close again. Releasing the grip I had, my hands moved to hers on the wall, entwining our fingers together.

  “It’s yours.” Sliding forward slightly she forced herself back impaling on me, crying out at the new sensation. My girl liked fucking hard I learned as she released all her inhibitions taking my cock in and out of her tight cunt with a skill that impressed me. Forcing myself to hold back my release I gripped her fingers tightly not sure if I had it in me to not come. Thankfully she found hers pressing back against me as those folds gripped and released, milking me hard. It was the only thing I needed to let go and with a grunt I strained into her letting her drain me dry.

  We washed off again after that explosive lovemaking, both of us smiling like we shared a secret. I dried her off, she returned the favor and we walked into the bedroom. Sun was peeking in through the curtain so obviously I had gotten sleep last night, but even if I hadn’t she was worth it. “You hungry?” I was starved. Now that one need was satiated, I remembered I hadn’t eaten last night.

  “I could eat.” She bent over to retrieve her clothes and my dick swelled again.

  “Me too, but if you don’t stop showing me that sexy ass it won’t be food I’m after.” She flushed then stood up laughing.

  “I forgot.” Dressing quickly, I remembered the first time she’d bent over for me.

  Pulling out a pair of shorts from the drawer, I slid them on, looking at her pointedly. “Trust me I didn’t.” Winking at her, I walked over took her hand and led her out of the room. If I didn’t get her luscious self out soon I was going for a round three, and contrary to what I’d said before, I didn’t want her sore.

  What I wanted, I still didn’t know. She confessed her love and that was still floating around in my head. I’d never known love, didn’t believe it existed mostly, but I felt something for her that no other woman had made me feel. We were halfway down the stairs when I pulled back on her hand.

  She turned to look at me with this cute confusion knitting her brow. “Something wrong?”

  “No. I need to ask you a question though, and want you to be honest in answering.” I didn’t think she could lie so it was redundant to ask. She nodded and her expression turned serious. “What does love mean to you honey? You know I’m not a monogamous person, right?”

  “I’m not sure people have to be exclusive because they love each other. Do they?” She was asking me like I had an answer and I didn’t. Tugging slightly on her hand, we finished walking down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Noah was cooking already, and I contemplated what she asked in my head over and over without a conclusion.

  “What’s the rule on being in love? Can you fuck other people and still have it?” Probably not a good question to ask first thing in the morning. He turned away from the stove looking at me like I’d lost my mind.

  “Never been in love. So I can’t say.” His expression seemed as confused as mine had earier and when Nick walked into the room he turned the question on him.

  “Personal choice. Swingers have life-long relationship and share other partners, and claim to love each other.” He shrugged like it didn’t matter, then looked baffled. “Why you asking?”

  “Wasn’t
my question, it was Dane’s.” Noah turned back to his cooking apparently satisfied, and Nick’s eyes looked between me and Erin.

  “Something I should know?” Nick’s question went unanswered as Brandt walked in wrapping his arms around Erin, and kissing her cheek. I should have been pissed probably, but my head was too full of other shit to really care.

  “Erin loves me,” I answered Nick, but maybe I was a little jealous of him putting his hands on my girl, because I spoke the words to Brandt.

  “That true baby girl?” He smiled, and my possessiveness slid away. If he was happy about the idea, then maybe I didn’t need to worry about him wanting what was mine.

  “Wow. Um, Dane? You have so go to work on your mouth filters. Maybe I didn’t want everyone to know.” “Yes, I love Dane, but I’m questioning my sanity over that.” Giving me a mock glare, she giggled when my smile faded.

  “Does that mean we won’t be teaching you anymore?” Brandt was still smiling, but he looked to her then me, and I understood he was asking permission, I wasn’t sure she did.

  “I feel more for you than I’ve ever felt for another woman, but love? I’m not sure I know how to do that.” The last thing I wanted was to hurt her, but lying wasn’t fair either. “I know I want you with me all the time, the thought of not having you in my bed pisses me off, and I’d kill anyone that hurt you. Shit, I couldn’t even get off fucking another woman last night, she had to give me head.”

  Erin smiled at me like I’d just given her the best present in the world, and I didn’t deserve it. Noah, Nick and Brandt were laughing and the joke was over my head, pissing me off. “What the hell? Mind sharing the punch line.”

  “Uh, dude. You’re in love.” Noah pulled eggs off the stove eye, and set them aside. I was sure he was full of shit, but I turned to my best friends and they were both nodding. Was that what love was? It wasn’t the horrible thing I thought needed to be avoided like the plague.