So. Long(167)
My heart trips over its own feet and my eyes snap back to his. It’s too much. Too fast. I have to slow this down or I’m going to end up hurtling over a cliff, and Danny’s not the guy who’ll be waiting at the bottom to catch me.
“You can’t stay. You know that. Besides, you don’t want to stay all night anyway. You just want to get laid.”
His smile fades. “That’s not fair. You don’t know that.”
I pull out of his hold, self-preservation kicking in. “Oh, c’mon, Danny. Look, it’s okay. I want you too. It’s a physical thing. Sowing oats, or whatever.”
“Oats? What the fuck, Mo?”
“I’m just saying we both know your reputation. You don’t do relationships. The tabloids say you don’t even do over-nighters.” I push away.
He grins. “You follow my shit in the tabloids?”
I let out a sigh. “Do you stay the night with other girls or not?”
He looks away. “I don’t want to talk about other girls. I’m asking you if I can stay. What’s wrong with that?”
“Look, Danny. All I’m saying is let’s not act like this is something it’s not.”
His eyes harden, his voice is even harder. “Fine. I’ll call it what it is, if that makes you let me stay. I want to fuck your brains out so much I can hardly fucking stand myself, Mo. I want to spend all fucking night fucking you and getting off on making you come on my fucking tongue the way you did before. And I want to fuck you so hard and so long you’ll come on my fucking cock too.”
I expel the breath I’ve been holding, my words too shocked to come out of hiding.
He tips my chin up and pulls my bottom lip down with his thumb. “Does that make you fucking happy, Mo? My honesty about what this is?”
I clear my throat, desperately pulling syllables from the mess of thoughts at my feet. “I—yes, it does. I think it’s best if we keep this real. Don’t you? I mean, no one gets hurt if we both go into this with our eyes open, right?”
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.