Come Together

by Madelynne Ellis

  ‘Oh, God … so good.’

  ‘Yeah,’ he sighed, breathing roughly through his mouth. ‘I love doing this naked with you.’

  Inside her, it was impossible to maintain a slow pace. He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t quite hold himself entirely in check. He knelt up and lifted her legs so her dainty feet were against his shoulders.

  ‘Oh,’ she said, her pussy tightening around him. ‘Oh, Xane.’

  Yeah, he liked this position too, not least because if he pressed and held her legs forward a little, he could watch his cock slide in and out. Boy, did that do it for him. He stared at that juncture, growing so ridiculously aroused by the sight that he hardly noticed his pace had quickened and he wasn’t quite as gentle any more.

  ‘Dani –’

  ‘Harder,’ she insisted. ‘Tell me what you’re seeing.’

  ‘You’re all red and flushed, and you’re swallowing me right up … It’s … oh, fuck, it’s good!’

  ‘Don’t come. I know you want it the other way.’

  He loved that she was so coy about it. ‘But do you?’

  ‘Yes,’ she said hesitantly.

  If the thought of being this deep in her pussy got him heated, then the privilege of being able to take her in the arse threatened to make him hyperventilate. He realised he was breathing hard already, trying to control his urge to fuck like a goddamned maniac. ‘Just another minute in here. Your pussy is way too sweet to short-change.’

  She gulped. ‘If you stay too long, I’m not going to want you to move.’

  Well, that was definitely an option, but then he could see the look on her face too. She wanted the alternative.

  ‘Condom,’ he insisted, tossing her his jacket. She fumbled her way through the many pockets until she discovered the one with the hole in the bottom that dropped things straight into the coat lining. ‘Open it.’

  She tore the foil with her teeth, and then held the little cream-coloured circle up to him.

  Xane pulled out, but his hips were still churning. ‘You do it.’ She had to sit to reach him, but she covered him from tip to base. Xane opened the olive oil he’d stolen and made himself super slippery. Sure, he knew oil and latex didn’t mix, but he wasn’t worried about catching anything. This was more about making her feel comfortable.

  He’d told her he wanted to do this facing, so was pleased when she resumed the position she’d just been in. Her long legs were angled over her lush body, toes pointed. He stroked a hand down the back of her thigh, led the assault with his thumb, using it to massage the lube into her hole. He noticed she was trembling in anticipation. ‘Shall we do fingers first?’ He led with his index, watched her eyes close and her mouth open. ‘All right?’

  She murmured affirmatively. This was how he’d convinced her to relax the first time. Sure enough, she was readily accepting his finger, and soon two.

  ‘Do it now, Xane.’

  He lined himself up, liberally applying more lube as he pressed into her slowly, while she held her legs wide apart. To his delight, he didn’t find much resistance. She was relaxed and eager for it this time round. Still, he took things gently, dipping in and out, without pressing deeply. There’d be time to sink right into her, once she’d grown used to the sensation.

  Xane focused entirely on her, watching every flicker of response that crossed her face. Pain wasn’t the goal here, only pleasure. ‘Good?’ he asked.

  ‘Still weird,’ she replied, echoing the sentiments she’d expressed the first time they’d tried this. ‘You’re in me, and it feels nice, especially that bit …’ The bit where he sank right down to his balls? OK. Her words stalled a moment as she sucked down several trembling breaths. ‘… but my pussy’s empty and it wants you. It’s like I need you in both places at once.’

  ‘That is what I promised, isn’t it? Do you think you’re ready for your present?’

  He could tell from her expression that she’d completely forgotten that part of the plan. Xane reached for his jacket again. Miraculously, she hadn’t stumbled across the gift during her earlier search for a condom. He took it out and showed it to her, an egg-shaped silver ball and a tiny thumb-sized remote, though she seemed so glazed that he wasn’t certain she really took it in. ‘Shall we try it?’

  ‘What does it do?’

  ‘Goes inside you, as sadly I’m not equipped to pleasure you in both holes at once.’ He rested it against her entrance, and slowly pushed.

  ‘Oh, God, Xane!’ Her body readily swallowed it up. ‘Ah, it feels heavy and …’

  He knew how closely her two passages sat. He could feel the pressure of the ball too, restricting the passage of his cock as he continued to thrust into her arse. She was totally eating him up now, greedily tugging at him whenever he withdrew.

  ‘We haven’t got to the best part yet.’ He flicked the little control switch and the egg shuddered into life, sending shivery vibrations through her pussy and lower abdomen, and right into his cock. It was nearly enough to destroy him instantly. His grip on her legs tightened, while he gritted his teeth. He’d known that once the vibrations were on, he wouldn’t be able to hold out very long. Those tremors hit at the perfect frequency, and on top of that he was deep inside the woman he loved. ‘Stay with me.’ He grasped her hand and held it tight.

  ‘I love you,’ she screamed, as her back arched high off the bed. ‘I love you so much.’ Her eyes squeezed tight, while her mouth opened wide, and he watched her shatter into a million pieces.

  Damn, he’d totally forgotten to take a picture so she could see how gorgeous his cock looked inside her arse. He couldn’t take his eyes off her – his love, his Dani – as his cock, twitching and pumping hard, squirted out his own release.

  Xane disposed of the condom and flopped down on the bed beside her. She flung her arm across his chest, too deliciously sated to engage in any more strenuous movement. ‘We should run away again,’ she muttered. ‘Then we could do this twice as often.’

  ‘Only twice?’

  ‘Lots,’ she conceded. ‘Lots more often. That was amazing. But I think I need you to take this thing out of me now.’

  ‘You sure you want me poking around down there? I might get ideas.’

  ‘You’re full of them anyway.’

  He rolled onto his side and encouraged her to bend one leg. ‘Mind fingers,’ he chuckled. Her lips were all puffy and red, and she was wetter than he’d ever seen her before. Simply disturbing the air around her made her shudder, and actual contact had her moaning again. He retrieved the egg, but was far from done between her thighs. He used his tongue to clean her up a little, loving the taste of her juices. Maybe her clit didn’t require that much polishing, but he did love petting that hard little nub.

  He stopped when she exploded in his arms a second time, then tucked her against his larger body and held her while she slept.

  He didn’t sleep. He kept wondering what the hell Luthor had been saying to her. For sure, the guy was up to something, and he really didn’t want to speculate what that might be, but if he did anything to stop Dani loving him, he’d crucify the guy for real. He’d already lost one of the few people who really meant something to him. He wasn’t about to lose another.

  Chapter 22

  Amsterdam

  Dani rested against the upper balcony of the famous Paradiso concert hall in Amsterdam. She was achy and yawned continually, and no amount of caffeine seemed able to perk her up. The band were practising for long stints during the day when they weren’t travelling, trying to get Iain perfect, which he still wasn’t, and Xane inevitably thought the best way to chill out afterwards was to fuck her damn near senseless. She was starting to see why he’d maintained two lovers for so long; one mortal being could never hope to keep up with him.

  Still, at least they were here for two nights. She rather wished it was longer. The Paradiso was a former church and still retained its original stained-glass windows, which were immediately behind the stage, bathing it in multi-coloured light. Bes
t of all, though, was the pocket-sized stage, which had no barriers around it. The atmosphere tonight was going to be wild, with the fans packed tight to the front of the stage, within touching distance of the band. She couldn’t wait, even if the thought of all those close-pressed bodies also made her somewhat apprehensive.

  ‘You’ve not received any more suspicious packages, I trust?’ Luthor appeared on the balcony and came to stand beside her. She’d seen hardly anything of him since Paris. Somehow he always seemed to be busy, or Xane was tugging her off somewhere so they were unable to talk.

  ‘Nothing.’ For which she was grateful. She figured Elspeth had realised the ploy hadn’t worked and so hadn’t repeated it. She still suspected Xane’s ex to be the most likely culprit. Who else had access and motive?

  ‘I’d ask what you’ve been up to, but I already know.’ His frown formed a ridge between his brows. ‘Are you sure I couldn’t take him off your hands for a little while?’

  ‘I’m almost tired enough to agree,’ she replied, attempting to sound breezy, while her stomach cramped at the very thought. She’d been working hard on controlling her ridiculous fear that Xane might suddenly run off with Luthor or some other man. ‘I had a rubbish dream last night that Iain stole him from me.’

  ‘Iain! It’s bad enough he’s still got the gig with these guys without you giving him Xane too. Seriously Dani, try harder. Any man-on-man smoochiness you fantasise about, remember to include me in.’ He pressed his back to the railing and sighed.

  ‘I don’t fantasise about that stuff.’ Not in a pleasant way, at any rate.

  ‘You should. I do.’

  ‘I don’t want to know what you do.’

  ‘Is that why I’ve been banished to the equipment van?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘I thought you might have been responsible for it, to keep me from listening to your nightly make-out sessions.’

  ‘Um, no.’ Although, if she’d thought of it, she might have been tempted to persuade whoever did the rotas to arrange it. She had been super conscious about who was listening to them recently – everyone, but, as Xane refused to let that stymie his appreciation of her body, she’d learned to tune such thoughts out.

  ‘It’s not fun sleeping upright in the passenger seat, you know.’

  ‘Luthor, I had nothing to do with it.’ He tilted his head and squinted at her a moment as if attempting to read her body language in case she was lying.

  ‘OK, then. I guess it’s just crap luck then that I don’t have your sweet serenade to fall asleep to of a night.’

  ‘Shut up.’ She smacked him with the back of her hand. ‘I told you before I don’t want to hear about your sick fantasies.’

  ‘You started it. You told me about yours involving Willows.’

  ‘I didn’t enjoy it.’ She stuck her tongue out and made puking noises. ‘Not that I’d have enjoyed it any more if it’d been about you either, so don’t start embellishing. It’s not my thing.’ It would never be her thing.

  Luthor looked as if he were about to say something but thought again and kept it to himself.

  ‘I’d totally share him with you, if it were the other way around.’ Evidently, keeping his thoughts to himself was too big a challenge. ‘I’d totally let him fuck you at the same time as I was doing him.’

  ‘Luthor!’

  ‘I’m just saying.’

  ‘Just don’t.’

  He raised his hands in surrender, but the devilish twinkle in his eyes remained.

  ‘God, chill out, will you.’ He drove his knuckles against her shoulder. ‘I’m just teasing you. I promised I wouldn’t hit on him, didn’t I?’ He put his arm around her and squeezed. ‘And I promise he hasn’t hit on me once. I think he hates me.’

  ‘He does not.’

  ‘Probably does. He doesn’t make pretty eyes at me like he does at you.’

  ‘I’m pleased to hear it.’ Damn him, Luthor made her laugh, and he was smiling too. Somehow he managed to be too outrageous for her to take seriously as a rival. She patted him on the back, as if that could compensate for his supposed heartache. Luthor wrapped his arms around her and lifted her right off her feet as he gave her a warm hug, and she didn’t attempt to wriggle out of it.

  ‘I can’t believe you fancy my boyfriend and tell me about it.’

  ‘Believe it.’ He nuzzled against the side of her neck a moment. ‘Course, I probably shouldn’t mention the fact that I fancy you too.’

  She frowned.

  ‘Yep, I definitely shouldn’t mention it. Forget I said that.’

  It wasn’t as if he hadn’t said it before. ‘Forgotten,’ she said. They awkwardly edged apart again, resuming their individual spots, leaning on the balcony.

  ‘So, have you chosen your position for tonight, seeing that you won’t be able to hide backstage?’

  Dani leaned over the balcony to point to a spot she’d chosen to the left of the stage, near the wall. ‘There, I think.’ Her intention was to soak up the vibe from the crowd without being in the thick of it, fighting for elbow room with Xane’s more rabid fans. If she’d learned one thing recently, it was to keep away from danger. While many of the fans seemed pleased that Xane had found true love – she’d heard their sighs when he introduced the song he’d written about her – others weren’t as polite. She didn’t doubt that some of his more ardent fans, given the opportunity, would grind her into bloody pulp. She hadn’t forgotten being handcuffed to that shutter. Her wrist had been sore for days afterwards, and her lip had only just fully healed. ‘I’m kind of excited about it, actually. I like this place.’

  ‘It is pretty special,’ Luthor agreed, brushing his shaggy blond hair away from his face. ‘It attracts a lot of big names, as well as a few lesser ones.’

  She snatched another glance at him, to find him smiling again and his mismatched eyes alight with memories. Luthor had damn pretty eyes. ‘Your band played here?’ she said, making the connection. ‘Luthor – wow! That’s amazing.’ She clapped her hands, genuinely delighted. ‘I had no idea. Ulf made me think you were this tiny group, but you must have a good-sized following to fill this place. Hang on.’ She pushed against his shoulder, forcing him to turn and face her once again. ‘What’s this you have on?’ In place of his usual ‘crew’ T-shirt was one emblazoned with his old band’s name, and a striking if rather macabre image of a woman’s face. ‘Cool shirt.’

  ‘Thanks, but we didn’t actually play the main hall. There’s a smaller room too. We played that – a couple of gigs last autumn. It’s only a fraction of this size.’

  ‘It’s still an achievement. Don’t put yourself down. You know, I’d love to hear you play at some point.’

  ‘Really?’

  ‘Yes, really.’

  He blessed her with a dazzling smile.

  ‘Hey, maybe you could show me now, before the guys appear?’

  ‘Um, no. I don’t think that’s a good idea. If Iain sees me, he’ll probably have me skinned alive and then sautéed.’

  ‘Why, are you genuinely better than he is?’

  Luthor dug his teeth into his soft lower lip.

  ‘I know you’ve joked about getting rid of him in the past, but if you’re really the better drummer then why don’t you get Ulf to say something? The guys are all sick of practising.’

  ‘Ulf seems to think forcing them to play together for numerous hours a day is good for them. While they’re moaning about Iain, they’re not moaning about each other.’

  That was true, although Xane and Elspeth still didn’t speak much. ‘I’m sorry.’ She patted his hand. ‘It all seems very unfair on you.’

  ‘I know,’ he sighed. ‘And I do genuinely love to bang.’

  * * *

  Xane joined Dani on the balcony shortly after Luthor left. He kissed her, but she sensed the tension in him immediately.

  ‘How come you were talking to Ulf’s nephew again?’ he asked.

  She shrugged. ‘I speak to all the crew. I do see them on
a daily basis.’

  ‘What about?’

  ‘Stuff. You know, the weather, music, what we ate for dinner.’

  ‘You don’t talk about me?’

  She hesitated a moment before answering, wondering if there was something specific making him so tense. His brows were still knitted together as if he expected her to admit she discussed the intimate details of their love life. ‘I don’t kiss and tell, Xane. Besides, they all know everything anyway. There’s zero privacy on that bus.’

  ‘But what do they say?’

  ‘About you?’ She didn’t like his frown one bit. ‘That you’re a prize jerk and a slave driver … Of course they don’t.’ She threw a mock punch at his shoulder, determined to make light of this ridiculous conversation. With the exception of Luthor, none of them mentioned him much, certainly no more than they mentioned other members of the band.

  ‘Well, as long as they’re not trying anything on.’

  ‘Euw! Seriously, Xane? You’re concerned about me doing things with members of your road crew? Shouldn’t you be more worried about your bandmates? They’re far bigger flirts. Especially that Ash Gore fellow.’

  ‘I’m not sure that’s even funny.’

  Dani snatched a bar mat off a nearby table and flicked it at him. If he was going to be ridiculous then so was she. He had nothing to worry about where his bandmates or the road crew were concerned, although she did briefly wonder if he’d somehow overheard some of Luthor’s silly remarks. If he had, then she was the one who ought to be concerned, not him. ‘Are you jealous?’ she asked.

  When he didn’t initially respond, she flicked several more mats in his direction.

  ‘Hey. Ow!’ He faked injury from her missiles, making a host of cute oo and ouch noises. After a moment, he caught her tight in his strong arms and smothered her in kisses. ‘Sorry, my lovely, I’m just feeling a wincy bit possessive today.’

  ‘You mean horny,’ she said, feeling the bulge behind his fly as she pressed against him. Perhaps the two things were one and the same for him. ‘Honestly, you don’t seem to be able to go more than a few hours without that snake rising in your pants.’