Page 47 of Striker

Danielle

This is what I've ached for, dreamed of, fantasized about countless times while I've moaned alone in the dark. For years, I've wanted this, and now it's mine. He's mine. His lips on mine, his hands roaming my body, his chest pressed against me, his thick, erect cocking grinding against me through the fabric of his pants. I've played this moment over so many times in my head, and now it's here.

I hardly hear as the door to our suite slams behind us, my heart is so loud in my chest.

Everything revolves around him. His moans, my moans, his lips, my lips, moving together with a hunger that we can no longer contain.

There's no more room for doubt, for hesitation, in the non-existent space between our bodies.

"Bed, now," he orders.

Our clothes land in a trail behind us as we make our way through the suite to the waiting larger-than-king-sized bed.

When I turn around and sit on the edge of the bed, I see standing in the doorway the man that I've always wanted. He's paused, one muscular arm leaning against the doorframe, a look on his face that I've never seen before. Is he nervous?

"Is something wrong?" I say.

I hope there's nothing wrong. I'm wearing only my bra and panties and we are well beyond the point where we can pretend like nothing’s happened between us. It's not like I can just put my clothes on and go back to the party, nor can I put on my pajamas, the television, and an attitude like it's no big deal that I've made out with him multiple times tonight, grabbed his cock through his pants, let him grab my ass, and learned what the inside of his lips tastes like.

No, there's no stopping this.

He smiles at me. Confident, but there's something else behind the confidence. It seems almost bittersweet.

"I can't tell you how many times I dreamed about this moment, Dani. About having you right where you are, right now. But even in my dreams, you didn't look as good as you do now. So forgive me if I take a second to appreciate the view." He looks at me as if he's taking it in, committing this moment to memory, his eyes running over every inch of my body while I look back at him, feeling flattered, feeling noticed in the way I've always wanted.

"You can get a better view if you come closer," I say.

He does. While I watch him slide his belt free. With a confident smile, he stops in front of me, working open the buttons of his pants, lowering the zipper. Beneath the fabric, I can see the large bulge of his cock. This is what I've waited years for, but something's not quite right.

I'm not in the right position.

I get to my knees in front of him. Look up his body, past the chiseled abs, the slabs of muscle on his chest, to see him watching me with surprise and lust naked on his face.

This is how it should be.

I pull his zipper down, pull him free, and take his thick cock in my hands. It's warm, hard. His heartbeat pulses against my fingertips, and I hesitantly let my tongue out between my lips to give it a gentle lick.

He moans, lightly. "Fuck, Dani. Even that... because it's you..."

Maybe he has more to say, maybe I should wait for him to say it, but I don't, because how often do you get to hold the cock of the man you've had a crush on for years and have fought your attraction to for so long because he's your brother's best friend?

Yeah, not often.

So when you get the chance to swallow that dick, you take it.

And I do.

Take it in hand, take it down my throat, take his breath away and make his knees shake.

He holds my hair, but he doesn't have to. I know what I'm doing. I've done it before. But not like this. With him, it's only been in my sweetest dreams and deepest fantasies.

Now that I have him, I can reenact what I once thought was impossible.

So now, when I'm sucking him, I'm all there.

I know how to move my head, how to push him deeper into my mouth, how to swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, how to suck him in as far as I can and still breathe.

I know how to make him moan, how to watch his eyes roll back in his head as he feels the pleasure I'm giving him.