He crosses his arms and studies me. Finally, he says, “We can only get hurt if we have feelings for each other, Mo. Do you have feelings for me? Are you worried about getting hurt?”
“Feelings? For you? No—no way.” My heart thumps. “That’s not what I meant. I just—it’s best if we call it what it is. Sowing wild oats. Both of us.”
Danny’s face calms. His frown disappears and his eyes relax. “Okay. I see where you’re coming from. Wild oats. I can be your wild oats if you want me to be.”
I let the tension out of my chest with a great exhale. “Good. So, we’ll be really honest. No need to pretty this up or make it seem like something it’s not. I don’t expect anything from yo—”
Danny’s got me turned around, hips against the edge of the counter, his erection shoved hard against my ass. He grabs a handful of hair, his breath hot on my nape as he kisses my neck. His other hand slides into my robe and cups my tit.
“Well, I expect something from you, Mo. I’ll be your wild oat adventure, but this…” He unties the belt at my waist, and his hand cups my curls. “This is mine, as long as we’re fucking. No one touches it. No one but me.”
Catching my gaze in the reflection of window over the sink, he squeezes my clit, sending a thrill through me. “You got me?”
I nod. Then he’s on me. He pulls the robe off and drops it at my feet. His mouth works its way from the back of my neck, between my shoulder blades, to the tip of my tailbone. My entrance wets as he spreads my cheeks and pushes my legs wider.
Over my shoulder, his clear green eyes meet mine as he bites. I jump, but he uses his forearm across my lower back to hold me firm against the counter. Then his other hand flattens on my back as he pushes me forward, bending me over. I brace myself on either side of the sink.
When his tongue slips between my cheeks to tickle that tight place, I close my eyes. He kneads my ass as he kisses my seam, his tongue running up and down, from my tailbone to my slit. He sucks my pussy, and his tongue teases my clit until I’m dripping.
He moves his fingers over my bud and circles it as he sinks his tongue into my entrance. I tilt my ass into the air, to give him better access. My breaths shallow as he licks from one hole to the other.
When he thrusts two fingers into my cunt—good Lord—I raise my knee, propping it on the edge of the counter.
He chuckles. “That’s right, Babe. Open up for me.”
Danny runs his tongue across that tight circle, sending tiny tingles out through my pussy and into my womb, upping the pressure. With his thumb pressing my clit, his fingers pumping into my pussy, he slips his tongue into that puckered place in the back.
I catch my breath and on exhale, I breathe, “Oh, Danny.”
He makes love to my asshole with his tongue, while he finger fucks my cunt. My legs are weak, and I tremble with want. The world spins out of control and I grab the edge of the countertop when, like a monsoon, the rain of pleasure drenches me.
My body tightens and pulses. Danny moves, so his tongue hovers just below my entrance, his breath hot on my folds. He pulls his fingers down, dragging against the edges of my slit.
He stands and, with one hand, he turns me to face him. He holds up his creamy fingers and licks them, taking his time to clean every last bit of moisture from them. All I can do is watch, not sure whether I should be disgusted or turned on.
Then he grabs my ass and pulls me against him, his hardness rubbing my clit through his jeans. He whispers, “You came on my tongue, Mo. Just like I wanted. Now I’m going to make you come on my cock.”
I pick Mo up and her legs go around my waist. I carry her into the bedroom and drop her onto the bed. She stares, wide eyed. I pull my tattered t-shirt over my head. Then I yank my zipper down and let my cock out. Sliding out of my shoes, I shove my jeans down and kick them off.
It’s dark, but the light from the hall glances off her slightly parted lips. It’s as though they’re waiting for my cock.
I put my hands on either side of her at the foot of the bed. She leans back and I climb over her, like the panther tattooed onto my back would stalk its prey. When I’ve got her completely covered with my body, I slip my hand to her pussy. It’s still wet as hell and that makes me even harder.
I press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Sweets; I’ll ruin you for any other man. You’re mine. Only mine. I won’t share.”
She opens her mouth as though she’s going to say something, but I silence her with my kiss, moving my knee between hers as my tongue delves into the sweet recesses her mouth.
The head of my cock touches the softness of her entrance. Fuck. Condom. I pull away.