Page 25 of Hot Stuff

His quick and talented hands worked on taking off my dress and his own shirt and pants. Before I knew it, we were both left in our underwear. He sat us down on an upholstered lounge chaise and pulled me on top of him. Dan grabbed a throw blanket that was resting on the back of the chair he had picked up from a board shop a couple days before. He tossed it over to cover our waists.

“You’re gorgeous, Kare Bear. Jesus, just looking at you feels like a miracle,” he rasped.

I was ready to respond when his big, warm, calloused hands moved up between us and cupped my lace-covered breasts. My breath shuddered. I loved when he touched me this way. His caress felt like it was somehow connected directly to my clit. Warmth pooled between my legs. His firm grip squeezed the weight of my tits just before his thumbs brushed over my tightened nipples. My back arched toward him, and my body reacted naturally. I couldn't stop myself. I started grinding down, back and forth against him.

“We’re wearing too much,” I whined in a breathy tone. One hand dropped and squeezed an ass cheek before giving it a firm smack.

“Shhh, we’re going to do this outside, and I’m going to enjoy you under the stars because, baby, this is a sight I’d be happy to die to. But we’re going to do it quietly,” he strained.

“Dan,” I moaned. I loved when he got all bossy and talked dirty.

“There is no way I’m gonna let anyone hear these pretty sounds, do you understand?” His lips hovered over mine. Our breath warm and wet. “These pretty, little whimpers you make are all mine. You’re all mine.” I bit my lower lip and nodded. I was his. I love you. The words hung on the tip of my tongue. “If you get loud,”—his hands dropped down my torso, to the hem of my panties. He pulled them up just right. The gusset rubbed against my clit— “I’m gonna have to rip these off and“—his left hand rose, and with the pad of his thumb, he pulled my lower lips down, his stare smoldering— “and I’m gonna have to stuff this pretty little mouth with them. Understood?”

“Yes,” I gasped before pulling his thumb into my mouth. I sucked on it without taking my eyes off his. I loved the way he watched me. The way his long, thick dick seemed to grow below me while I sucked and licked his thumb. The idea of him stuffing the panties into my mouth was hot, and I was tempted to get loud just to see if he would follow through.

“I could come just from you doing that, baby.” He shook his head, popping his thumb out of my mouth.

“That’s hot,” I whispered before gently biting the tip of his thumb. “I’d watch that.” I would get off on it, too.

“Hmm.” His eyes darkened. “Maybe we can do a little show and tell later,” he murmured, and my sex clenched. I felt so empty and needy. I sighed with relief when his lips fell to my neck. I loved how well he knew my body. Before I knew it, he’d pulled my panties to the side, and right there on the balcony, where anyone could see us, I rode him.

Slow and sweet.

Teasing and torturing both of us.

As I rolled my hips, my eyes locked with his. Dan was right. No matter how we connect, it was never just fucking. Whatever I’d done in my past paled in comparison to how it felt being with him. Loving him and feeling that love returned.

“Karol.” I loved when he said my name. “Kitten, you’re playing with fire,” he warned. I didn’t mind. I knew that with him, even when we burned bright, I was safe. Dan was sweating. His smoldering gaze left streaks of heat on my skin. He was close to losing control.

Good. I want that.

I wanted him to be as unhinged as I felt. I rolled my hips, and his lips parted. His teeth mashed together as his jaw clenched tight.

“Love me,” I moaned, pressing my body down further, taking him completely as my breasts pressed against his chest. “Love me, Dan.”

“Fuck,” he cursed and flipped us over. His body draped over me, and before I could whisper his name, he was back inside of me. In one long, beautiful, thick, almost painful thrust. I gasped. I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

The world could have burned down around us, and I wouldn’t have noticed. All there was, all that existed, was Dan. Dan and me.

“Dan, oh god, honey!” I gasped. His lips brushed against mine.

“Love when you say my name, but when you say it"—his teeth mashed together— “you say it, and I’m inside of you. I fucking love it.”

“Dan!” My eyes widened.

He didn’t stop.

Not even close.

Dan’s body covered mine when he got lost in us. He forgot all about being outside under the stars and the neighbors who might hear us. His deep groans and pants picked up volume and speed. He worked his body in and out of me and left me speechless. My breasts bounced with every thrust. There was no way we should have known how we could make one another mad with passion already, what drove us close to the brink of euphoria, but he did.

Whine-like whimpers were the only noises I could manage. He fucked me so hard my toes curled, and all I could do was cling to him. My nails dug into his back and shoulders. I met him thrust for thrust as he built us up higher and higher until I knew, he knew, we couldn’t go any higher.

“You’re close. Bite,” he directed, gently shoving the side of his hand into my mouth, and I bit down when the world turned into nothing but glittery stars and bliss.

“Fuck.” His head dipped into the crook of my neck, and I felt him. Again, without anything between us, he spilled into my body, and I squeezed around him as tightly as I could manage.

Anything to keep him just a little bit longer inside of me.

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