31 Days of Summer (31 Days #2)

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘You’re so close, hold it for me,’ he groaned. ‘I can feel you tightening around me, coating me. I’m nearly there too Ellie, but after this gentle sex we’re going back to the hotel and ordering room service, so I can spend the night fucking you properly.’

  ‘Gentle … sex?’ I gasped, as I looked at him wide eyed. He chuckled and powered into me from below even harder. ‘Dan,’ I screamed.

  ‘Louder, baby. Let me hear what I do to you,’ he ordered, as he kissed and bit the side of my neck. I prayed there were no hikers in the surrounding area as I screamed over and over, the Land Rover bouncing, the suspension groaning along with Dan, as the windows started to steam up. ‘Now, Ellie. Come with me now.’

  ‘Dan,’ I sobbed, as my climax ripped through me and I fell backwards as I spasmed, Dan’s strong hands catching me, supporting my neck and lower back as he yelled my name and coated my insides with his come. He hauled me up onto his chest, crushing me to him as the aftershocks rippled through me. I felt his lips on my neck and a hand stroking my hair, soothing me.

  ‘Now you’re my girlfriend,’ he murmured, with an audible smile. ‘Anyone who tries to touch you had better watch themselves. Starting with that damn Tom.’

  ‘Do we have to do the whole male posturing, staking your claim thing while I’m still recovering and sitting naked on top of you in broad daylight?’ I sighed as I tipped my head to the side, letting his mouth work all the way up my neck.

  ‘What better time to do it than when you’re full of me and the memory of how good I am is so fresh in your mind?’

  ‘Did I mention you were arrogant?’ I replied as I moved my head and bit his ear.

  ‘Once or twice,’ he chuckled. ‘I notice you’re not denying how good I am.’

  ‘How good we are. It takes two to tango. I can’t wait to get you back and take you in my mouth and taste you again.’

  ‘Damn it woman, are you trying to get me hard again for a repeat performance in here?’

  ‘No,’ I laughed as I sat up and clasped his gorgeous sated face and kissed him. ‘I’d like to clean up before we do that again. Just making sure you’re aware of my intentions later. Much as I love being fucked by you, and I do love being fucked by you, I also love sucking you off.’

  ‘Hmmm,’ he groaned as his fingers kneaded my hips and he kissed me again. ‘I love that too. Particularly when you’re kneeling in front of me, like you were in the snow.’

  ‘Are you … are you a …’ I stopped as I looked at him, wondering if I was going to offend him by asking what was running through my head.

  ‘Yes,’ he replied with a slight smirk.

  ‘I never finished the question,’ I protested.

  ‘You didn’t need to. You’re wondering if I’m a dominant and the answer’s yes. I always have been, but with you I didn’t want to scare you off.’

  ‘Why would I be scared off?’

  ‘Not all women like giving up control in exchange for pleasure,’ he replied with a cock of his head as he waited for my reaction.

  ‘Why the hell not?’ I asked, looking at him in amazement and he laughed.

  ‘I used to go to clubs where everyone was into that lifestyle, Ellie. I didn’t have to explain, or worry about whether a girlfriend might get frightened if I tied her up and denied her orgasms until she was at breaking point. Everybody knew the score. Since … my last relationship … I’ve never had to explain my preferences and see if the other partner was willing to let me take complete charge.’

  ‘Moira?’ I frowned, aware I was jealous of his comatosed ex and hating myself for it.

  ‘No, Rebecca was my last relationship,’ he sighed. ‘Moira, well she was just another pretty girl I wanted and I took. We only had about five nights together in all. I wasn’t in it for the long term so it never came up. That used to be my limit with women before I craved more sexually.’

  ‘More as in BDSM?’

  ‘Yes,’ he replied hesitantly, his eyes scanning my face for signs I was about to flee in terror.

  ‘I trust you and I’m open to learning, but I’d like to just stick to regular sex for a while. Just until we work this thing out, if we work this thing out.’

  ‘You still have doubts?’ he frowned as he reached up and ran his fingers down my cheek, making me sigh happily at his tender touch.

  ‘Not about our compatibility, or your availability no,’ I replied with a shake of my head.

  ‘Then what?’

  ‘We still have so much to discuss Dan, but right now I’m all talked out. Today’s been … a lot. For both of us. Can we just enjoy each other, like a normal couple and we can maybe talk tomorrow night before I go home?’

  ‘You’re going home on Wednesday?’ he asked with a crease over his brow.

  ‘I only booked three days off work, I had no idea if you’d even be here, or want to see me, Dan.’

  ‘Stay longer.’

  ‘I can’t, I have a partners meeting on Thursday and clients to see.’

  ‘I’ll set up a teleconference for your meeting and fly your clients up here to meet you at the hotel. There’s no need for you to go back to London.’

  ‘Dan!’ I gave him a glare. ‘You can’t just start railroading me like that. We haven’t even had a discussion about how this is going to work, besides my job and my life is in London, I need to be there.’

  ‘No you don’t,’ he retorted, a stubborn look crossing his face.

  ‘If you’re thinking of trying your bloody dominant side on me before we’ve even defined this, think again,’ I warned, as I pushed myself away from him and leaned back on his knees, him still buried deep inside me.

  ‘I’m not watching you walk away from me again, Ellie.’

  ‘Who says I’m walking away? Just because I have to get back there doesn’t mean I’m walking away. I told you I want this to work, I just met your damn parents in law and wife for God’s sake. Don’t pressure me into more today because I can’t handle it, ok?’

  ‘I just found you Ellie, I’m not ready to let you go.’

  ‘You’re not letting me go,’ I sighed as I met his troubled gaze. ‘But this isn’t your conventional relationship, Dan. We have a lot to discuss about our expectations, how we’ll see each other and when, then things like … the future. Just because I have to get back for work doesn’t mean I’m giving up ok?’

  ‘You still want me after today?’

  ‘I still love you after today,’ I whispered sincerely, as I leaned in and kissed him. I heard him groan and he wrapped his arms tightly around me, anchoring me to him. Escape wasn’t an option. He made me feel so safe when he was holding me, but at the same time so scared at his intensity after all the weird signals I’d received in December. ‘What changed? Why didn’t you want me in December, then suddenly you changed your mind last week when you saw me? Was it just that you got jealous seeing me with another man?’

  ‘No,’ he bit back sharply, then sighed and kissed the top of my head. ‘I did want you in December. I was scared being honest with you about my circumstances would make you run, but you did anyway. I didn’t suddenly change my mind when I saw you last week, I’d never stopped wanting you, Ellie. I came after you in January. I turned up at my house in London that Sunday night, to tell you that I was sorry, to explain everything and see if you’d still want me.’

  ‘You did?’ I asked, surprised. I kissed his neck and snuggled closer to him as he ran a set of fingers up and down my back, little sparks of electricity firing against my bare skin.

  ‘You were cooking something, then sat at the island talking to your friend and you were laughing. I stood outside watching you, trying to work out how I was going to tell you about my past without hurting you. I decided I couldn’t and I walked away, thinking I’d never see you again.’

  ‘I was so upset. I really thought you’d call or come and find me. When you didn’t, I thought it was that I was just another in a long line of women that you toyed with for fun.’

  ‘N
ever,’ he replied as his arms squeezed me and he kissed my hair again. ‘No one has tempted me since I got married, Ellie. No one else ever will.’

  Day Six

  Tuesday 8th July ~ Year One

  Dan

  I’d barely slept all night. Every time I thought I was ready for sleep, I’d look over at Ellie lying next to me and I’d want her again. I’d take her again. I’d finally resisted the continuous urge to fuck her as she’d sobbed in my arms at three a.m. sexually exhausted. This time when she whispered “I love you” as she fell asleep I’d smiled and tightened my grip on her. How the hell had I been lucky enough to have her want to give me another chance, after the way I treated her? After she’d seen the fucked up situation I was in? I crept out of bed and left her sleeping with a note on the pillow, as I took a shower and dressed in my jeans and a black t-shirt. I headed down to my private suite, one I didn’t use here very often, but I’d converted part of it into a private office. I logged onto my company network and caught up on the emails and work I’d missed while I’d spent the day with her yesterday. She was a distraction. A very welcome distraction. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so alive, so full of hope that the future wouldn’t just be filled with work and day after day visits talking to someone who didn’t know me, didn’t understand me, or didn’t talk back.

  Ellie was a surprise all round. I found her smart mouth and challenging behaviour refreshing. While it infuriated me that she wouldn’t just do as I asked, or submit to my demands willingly, it also turned me on. The fact that she was aware of the BDSM scene and wasn’t adverse to exploring that side of our sexual relationship was an added bonus. I loved my control. Not that regular sex with her so far had been boring, it was another item to chalk up on my “surprised” list, but the thought of what we could do if she gave me total control made the blood pool right between my legs. Fuck it, I was hard again. I checked my watch, it was already ten a.m. I’d left her my suite telephone number on the note, telling her to call me as soon as she woke up. Instead I rang her.

  ‘Hello?’ she yawned.

  ‘Good morning, Miss Baxter. Sleep well?’

  ‘Extremely. Someone made me very sleepy. Where are you?’

  ‘In my room in the hotel, which I use as an office. I left you a note.’

  ‘You did? O, I see it. You’re working? Aren’t you tired?’

  ‘As a matter of fact I’m feeling rather awake and wondered if you’d brush your teeth, put on something accessible and come down to me immediately. Room fourteen.’

  ‘Something accessible?’ came her surprised, sexy as hell voice.

  ‘Hmmm. I’m sitting at my desk and want you on your knees sucking me off, before I bend you over it and fuck you from behind. So unless you want clothing torn, accessible.’

  ‘Does Sir have any other demands?’ she enquired, making me roll my eyes at the possibilities bombarding my brain.

  ‘Minty toothpaste. I enjoy the tingling fresh sensation on my cock.’

  ‘Your wish is my command, Mr. Davenport. I’ll be there shortly. By the way I’m really hungry, will we still make the last call for breakfast as their pancakes, croissants and mini muffins are to die for?’’ she asked and I burst out laughing at her inherent off tangent randomness.

  ‘You’re saying I’m not a mouthful enough for you?’

  ‘Yes, but I need sustenance to keep up with your voracious sexual appetite and I can’t exactly swallow that.’

  ‘I beg to differ,’ I chuckled again.

  ‘You know what I meant.’

  ‘I’ll order you whatever you want when you’ve given me what I want.’

  ‘They’d do breakfast late for us?’

  ‘They’ll do whatever I ask whenever I ask for it, or I’ll fire them,’ I jested.

  ‘O don’t do that,’ she gasped. ‘That’s so unfair and totally unappealing that you think you can have your own way all the time. I can have pancakes tomorrow instead.’

  ‘I’m playing with you Ellie, but if I ask they’ll make whatever you want. Now talking of playing, do I need to look after myself or are you going to get that seriously sexy backside down here to service me?’

  ‘I do have a brain as well you know.’

  ‘Then get down here and see to me. Once you’re done I’ll ask for your advice on a potentially tricky merger I have in the pipeline, by the time we’re done I’ll be ready to take you over the desk before we eat, food. Move it wench.’

  ‘I think I preferred you when you were Stan,’ she sighed and hung up. I leaned back in my chair and smiled. For the first time in a long time I felt like me. I felt happy.

  Ellie

  I kissed him goodbye as he headed off to see Moira, he’d asked me to accompany him, but I was tapped out on having his past life thrust in my face, despite having asked for all the details. Besides I’d promised myself that I’d get some work done on that novel and I hadn’t checked my work emails in two days. Despite being on holiday, I still felt obliged to keep an eye on things. I flung open the balcony doors, it was still tropical weather, so I went to sit on the roof terrace and got to work. I was disturbed by a knock at the door and checked my watch, surprised to see it was six-thirty. Dan had been gone for hours. I virtually skipped to the door and flung it open ready to leap on him and was surprised to see a lady holding a garment bag in her hand.

  ‘Miss Baxter. With compliments of Mr. Davenport. He’s requested the pleasure of your company for the evening and asks that you wear this and be ready in the hotel lobby at seven-thirty, where you’ll be escorted to meet him.’ She smiled and held the bag out in her arms.

  ‘Mr. Davenport’s not here?’ I enquired as I took it off her.

  ‘He’s on a conference call, but assured me that he would be ready on time and gave me a specific message for you saying that you’d understand.’

  ‘Really?’ I looked at her surprised. ‘What was the message?’

  ‘Be accessible.’

  ‘Thank you,’ I smiled, she nodded and walked off as I closed the door and started laughing. He wanted me to go without underwear, the pervert.

  I stood in the hotel lobby, feeling rather self-conscious at the admiring glances I was getting from the passing men. I was wearing a figure hugging white dress, with a plunging cowl neck front and an even lower plunging back. The dress stopped mid-thigh and was offset by a pair of jade green sandals and matching clutch, which had come with the message that they matched my eyes. I gulped as I looked down at my right wrist. He’d also sent me an emerald and diamond bracelet. It was stunning, with round emeralds surrounded by diamonds, interspersed with another round diamond in a platinum setting. I dreaded to think what it had cost him.

  ‘Miss Baxter?’

  ‘Yes,’ I turned smiling to find a man dressed in pilot’s gear.

  ‘Please follow me, he’s waiting for you.’

  ‘Are we going far?’

  ‘I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise,’ he smiled as he indicated for me to leave the main entrance.

  ‘You work for … him,’ I asked, not sure who was listening.

  ‘I do. There are three of us on rotating shifts, so if he needs us someone’s always available.’

  ‘And what do you do if he doesn’t need you while you’re on shift?’

  ‘Whatever I want, as long as it doesn’t involve alcohol or being more than half an hour away from the helicopter if I’m needed in an emergency.’

  ‘Isn’t that a bit restrictive?’ I enquired as he led me along a path that meandered through the pretty grounds.

  ‘I’m paid handsomely, Miss Baxter. The restrictions while on shift are a small price to pay.’

  I smiled and reached up to touch my hair, which I’d scooped into a low chignon and given the dress and accessories, I’d made an effort with some makeup. The pilot opened a gate set into a high box hedge, that looked as if it could be a part of a maze. Instead it led to a large flat grassy area, boxed in on all sides, with a shiny helicopter s
itting in the middle. I couldn’t take my eyes off Dan however. He was standing at the side of it checking his watch, wearing a pair of black pin stripe trousers, a white shirt rolled up to his elbows, with a few of the top buttons undone and a pair of gleaming black leather shoes. His shirt was tucked in, showing off his slim waist and hips, accentuating his broad shoulders. I’d seriously had sex with him. Wild crazy I’m never going to forget it sex. Such good sex I’d not even spoken to Brooke in two days, she was going to kill me. I gulped as he looked up when we walked over. His eyes spoke volumes about where his head was at, let alone the straining of his trousers around that quickly growing bulge. I seriously hoped that my being “accessible” didn’t factor into plans to fuck me in the helicopter with his pilot sitting in front of us.

  ‘Ellie, damn you look … wow.’ His deep baritone skimmed over my skin, teasing all the fine hair on my body to stand to attention for him, my nipples swelling as his hand slid around my waist to palm the bare small of my back as his lips grazed my cheek. ‘Damn it woman. Can we forget our plans and just fuck?’ he whispered in my ear.

  ‘I have no idea what our plans are,’ I reminded him. ‘Other than me looking like I’m going onto a red carpet. You’ve gone to so much trouble,’ I reached up and touched his cheek as I kissed the corner of his mouth.

  ‘It’s no trouble. I wanted to see how my woman scrubbed up.’

  ‘Your woman? That’s a bit presumptuous,’ I smiled, as my heart fluttered.

  ‘I told you before Ellie, there’s no getting away from me this time.’

  ‘As if I’d want to. You look gorgeous, as ever. But you’ve spent too much money,’ I advised as I jangled my wrist, the sun fracturing off the faceted edges of my bracelet.