Page 44 of Deadly Obsession
Danielle had resumed her pacing around the outer perimeter of the living room. Meanwhile, Brian had fallen asleep on the couch and was currently snoring loud enough to have the killer thinking we had a pet grizzly bear in the cabin with us. The truth was, I much preferred the sound of him sleeping over the snide remarks casting blame on me, him crying over Lola, or stating how much he had to live for.
Like, mate, no one’s life was worth that amount of tears,I thought to myself, not wishing to actually kick him while he was down.The UK was in danger if Brian here was the new standard of man.
Breaking away from her patrol around the living space,Danielle joined me beside the sink. She pulled a glass down from the cupboard and rinsed it multiple times before filling it with water. We were all still paranoid about ingesting whatever may have killed Jade.
“You okay?” she asked without even looking at me.
I nodded slowly, forcing my gaze towards her. “Yeah. I’m sure those shots were the authorities squaring off with that masked man. They’ll be knocking on the front door to tell us we’re safe anytime now,” I said as confidently as I could.
“I don’t know, Sera. It’s already starting to get dark out. It’ll be pitch black again soon, and there still isn’t any power.” Danielle shook her head but there wasn’t any panic or sorrow in her voice. Just defeat.
I took a step towards her, leaned in, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. “We are going to be perfectly fine, Danielle. Help is coming.”
She nodded in reply and patted me on the back. Our faces slowly rising until we were looking into each other’s eyes. Hers a brilliant burst of color and mine dark like night. There was no camera in existence that could tell you who closed the distance first. Her or me. But somehow our lips collided, fueled by more than half the seven deadly sins: lust, greed, gluttony, and wrath.
I barely registered the sound of the heavy shotgun being dropped on the kitchen counter beside us as my hands tore at her clothes. Her hoodie now on the floor, exposing the petite and perky peaks of her breasts. Instinctively, my palms drew up to them before I gripped her under her arms and lifted her onto the worktop.
Taken by desire, I lustfully yanked down the lululemon leggings she wore. I didn’t know what was driving me at the time. All I did know was that our lives were up on the Grim Reaper’s chopping block, and I was going to make the most of it. Once her leggings were on the ground, I turned back to her, positioning myself between her open thighs. Our lips metagain as she helped me out of my own hoodie and shirt, only pausing to work the material over my head. And then I was on her again.
I tugged at her lip with my teeth, placing one hand on the back of her head to prevent her from pulling away while my free hand was busy exploring her body. Appreciating every curve and the perfect fit of her breast in my palm. Needing to know how nicely her perky nipples would fit between my teeth, I fisted her hair and pulled it back hard. Taking my time as I kissed and bit down her jaw and over her neck.
As I went lower, she began running her nails up and down my back. She was being gentle with me, when I needed to be reminded that I was still alive. I bit her nipple. She shrunk back as far as she could till my hand hit the cabinet behind her.
“Ouch!”
“If you’re going to use your nails, you better leave marks,” I said, staring into her eyes. Seeing how desperate she was for this moment between us.
My tongue poked out and I ran the tip over her nipple in small circles, causing it to harden into a peak under my sensual touch. Turning my attention to her breasts, I hummed with pleasure as Danielle clawed at my back.
She reached down, caressing the side of my breast before moving to pinch at my pierced nipples. Her other hand continuing to claw at me as I took two fingers into my mouth, running my tongue over the tips and getting them properly lubricated before gliding them between her thighs. She was so warm and wet with arousal that there’d been no need for me to add anything.
I stepped closer till my thighs pressed against the worktop, my lips brushing over hers, but I didn’t close my eyes. Instead, I watched her lashes flutter as I slid my fingers inside her. Hooking them up. Slow but firm. Then my tongue dove into her mouth, her hand still on my breast, pinching my nipplehard. I responded by increasing the speed of my movements. Her arousal pooling on my palm and slowly running down between my fingers before catching on the worktop. Tinging the air with her sweet scent.
I needed to taste her.
Withdrawing my fingers, I gave her lip one last bite before grabbing her at the shoulder and opposite hip and pushing so that she was sitting, one foot up on the worktop as the other draped over the front. She shoved the toaster and air fryer to the side and tucked a dish towel under her elbow for comfort, accidentally knocking over a tall cylinder filled with spatulas, spoons, and other utensils. They clattered out and we froze, our eyes going wide as if we’d totally forgotten where we were, or that Brian was sleeping in the other room. Neither of us moved a muscle. My hands on her knees with my tits out, and her completely naked apart from her socks.
Then we heard it. Brian’s snoring. I could feel the moment both of us relaxed, letting out all the tension we’d been holding in, and started to laugh. I stared intently into Danielle’s eyes—every bit as beautiful as the photos in the hidden folder of my iPhone.
More so.
There were a few weeks before Mustang came into my life that I seriously considered giving up on men and just fucking women. Danielle was exactly my type too. Petite, with a nice ass, freckles, and agirl next doordemeanor. And our flirting in the early days told me that she had a tiny freaky side just waiting to be nurtured.
I felt a brief moment of guilt at the realization I was being unfaithful. The truth was, though, James and I had talked about my bisexual curiosity and fantasies. I’d been so nervous when I’d first brought it up to him. Micheal would have raged, called mesickand awhore. His brand of degradation was not the sort I got off on.
To my surprise and relief, James supported me, withoutthe usual:Oh my God, so I can fuck another chick?He listened. He let me share my fantasies of being alone with a woman and was especially delighted that some of those fantasies included pleasing him too. I’d even told Danielle about the fantasies I’d had about the three of us on this trip together.
No, James wouldn’t have a problem with this one bit.
The lower I got, the wider her thighs spread for me. Her pussy glistening with her arousal. My mouth sealed over her, my tongue like an insatiable beast. Resting one arm under her leg, I gripped my breast with my free hand. My thong warm and wet with my own arousal. After pinching my pierced nipple, my fingers then slipped below the waistband of my sweatpants and right into my hot, needy core. My inner walls tightly gripped my fingers as I worked them in small, hooking motions, occasionally pulling them out to rub at my clit before slipping them back inside again.
The faster I fucked myself, the more fiercely I licked and sucked at Danielle’s clit. Her legs flexing till they were shaking. She was about to come for me like a good girl, and I wasn’t going to let her pull away when she did it. With some reluctance, I drew my dripping fingers from between my thighs and slid them inside Danielle. Just beneath my tongue. My other arm wrapping around her raised thigh as I leaned into her, making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Oh fuck, Sera! Please, I’m coming.” She let out a muffled cry that turned into a high-pitched squeal. Danielle was a screamer, and right now, I couldn’t care less if Brian woke up.
I continued to lick her up, washing my face in her arousal. Her hand combed through my hair, then gripped it tight as her body continued to tremble.
“Oh my fuck…” she said, panting as I took a few final licks, collecting her honey on my lips.
