Page 52 of Keep It

“If anything, I’m doing your thinking for you,” I say.

“I’m usually pretty good at doing that on my own, but thank you.”

“So,” I pause. “You want to…”

“Fuck you, yes.”

“Gah.” I stand and escape to the window.

He follows, his hand coming to rest on my hip.

“What is it baby? If you don’t want this, it’s okay.” His hand drifts to my front, his pinky finger resting on the slip of skin where my shirt has ridden up. “But I think you do want this.” I place my hand on the window. We’re high up enough that the people on the street can’t see us but it doesn’t stop the streak of arousal that pools in my belly.

He gently brushes my hair over my shoulder and I can’t help but tilt my head, baring my neck to him. His hot mouth presses a kiss against my pulse and his wicked fingers open the button of my jeans.

My head falls back against his chest as his hand descends into my underwear, his fingers finding the evidence of my arousal instantly. His finger strokes gently teases my clit and I moan. Am I really letting this happen?

I can just about make out our reflection in the window. The sight of his lips on my throat, his strong arm banded across my chest and his hands in my jeans, is almost enough to send me over the edge.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he says, nipping my ear with his teeth.

There’s no use denying what my body is screaming. “I want you,” I admit with a whisper.

I protest as he pulls his hand out of my jeans and spins me so my back is pressing against the cool glass of the window. His mouth finally claims mine. His tongue licks across my bottom lip as I open for him.

“Say it again.”

“I want you.”

His hands tighten on my hips as he twists me again, walking me back until I fall on the mattress. My hands make quick work of his belt until I’m tugging his cock free. He groans as I wrap my hand around him, pumping him once, twice. He yanks my jeans down my legs and I laugh as they get stuck on my shoes.

He quickly throws my clothes across the room. He grabs a condom from the bedside table and comes to rest between my spread legs.

“Yeah?” He asks, breathlessly, holding his cock at the base.

I lick my lips. I think I might die if I don’t feel him inside me. “Please,” I beg, reaching for him.

He hitches himself at my entrance and with the softest kiss, pushes inside me. I moan at the sensation, his hardness filling me and hitting that spot deep inside me. He thrusts, gently at first before speeding up. My whole body moves at the force of his movements and my hand stretches to the headboard for support. He leans up on his arm and his hand descends between us. I cry at the first brush of his fingers on my clit and it isn’t long before I’m falling off the edge, my orgasm barreling through me in waves and waves of pleasure.

Danny doesn’t give me a moment to recover before his hand slides beneath my thigh and pulls my leg to my chest. The new angle sends sparks through my body.

“Freckles,” he groans before his orgasm overtakes him and he collapses on top of me, burying his head in my neck.

We lie there as we catch our breath, his weight on top of me the most comforting embrace. Eventually, pressing a kiss to my lips, he rolls off me, disposing of the condom before opening his arm to me. I rest my head on his chest and run my fingers across his toned abdomen.

He kisses my hair, his fingers playing with the strands.

“So,” he says, “are we doing this?”

I rest my chin on his chest as I look up at him.

“What is this?” I ask, curious as to what he’s going to say.

He throws me that wicked smirk. “We can figure that out along the way. But for now, we hang out, we fuck, we enjoy ourselves.”

It sounds like the worst idea I’ve ever had. Maybe my orgasm has rattled my brain but I still can’t quite deny myself this. We can be discreet, can’t we?

“Okay,” I say.

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