The Line Between - Page 51/67

“‘I caress Cassey’s tits from behind as I push into her. She cranes her neck and plants a searing, hungry kiss on my mouth before pulling away to catch her breath. “Oh God, Kyler,” she moans loudly. “Harder, baby, please.” ’

I mentally ran through the scene from which he read, and recalled the night Dane had me in that exact position. In his lap, his strong arm around my waist, thrusting into me from behind. My body shivers in remembrance, but luckily Dane is too busy looking at my Kindle to notice.

“I didn’t think you would read this kind of stuff,” he said, giving me a sideways smirk.

“I happen to like all kinds of genres.” I sounded petulant, but having him judge me for my choice in books was a little annoying. I made a grab for my Kindle again, but only ended up falling on top of Dane. He caught me around the waist, and when our eyes collided, I felt the shift in the atmosphere. It wasn’t playful anymore.

“Tell me,” his hot, minty breath fanned across my face. “Does it turn you on when you read stuff like this?”

I hesitated, and then decided the best defense was offense, so I kept quiet, and pinched my lips together. My body was already starting to respond to his, I felt my nipples tightening under my t-shirt and cursed myself for not wearing a bra after I’d showered.

Dane’s eyes darkened, and his expression morphed from teasing to serious. “I’m thinking it does.” His voice was low, and he swallowed when my deep inhalation made my hardened nipples brushed against his bicep. Our position was awkward, but all Dane had to do was move his arm around me, and twist to the side and I’d be straddling him. He licked his lips, and I mirrored the movement by licking mine. My mouth was suddenly dry, my breathing suddenly uneven.

“It does turn me on,” I relented. “But not as much as hearing you read it to me, and not as much as thinking about you doing those things to me.”

The charge between us intensified, I heard it crackling the way you would an oncoming storm. I stared at him unabashedly, as he did me, and I realized we had nothing to worry about in this moment. We could get totally carried away, and not worry about who might catch us. He must’ve realized the same thing because ever so slowly, he put my kindle on the floor, and shifted exactly the way I’d hoped he would.

I straddled his waist, and lowered until I felt the length of his erection through his sweats. He was so hard that I could make out exactly where his apa was.

“How much longer before I can be inside you again?” He asked. I undulated my hips, and he grunted loudly. The only things between us were his sweats, and the thin cotton of my sleep shorts, and the barely-there barrier made the friction so much sweeter.

“Tomorrow,” I sighed with every rock of my hips.

Dane’s hands traveled around my hips, under my shirt, until his cool hands cupped my breasts. They were still a little tender, but what surprised me was that Dane seemed to know that.

“I love your tits,” he said huskily. “They fit so perfectly into my hands.”

I covered his hands with mine, and together we rubbed and squeezed and gently kneaded my breasts. It was so erotic, and heady, and it sent a delicious surge of want straight to my core.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” said Dane. His eyes were on my face, so wide, and so expressive, and I wanted to dive into them without ever coming out.

“You do crazy things to me,” I replied. I wanted to be honest with him while I had the chance. We weren’t going to have sex, but having him touch me this way seemed so much more intimate. His look alone made me feel more naked than the day I was born, and the lust, and raw need in his eyes made me feel incredibly beautiful like this. I needed him to know, if he ever had a doubt, that he made me feel things I knew no one else ever would, but I wanted him to see it without me having to physically say the words.

“Dane,” I whispered. “Kiss me. Please.”

His mouth descended on mine, but there was no urgency to his kiss. He took his time, his tongue exploring my mouth in that unhurried way that he knew drove me wild. I shifted closer, and continued to rub against his erection. I swallowed his groans, and he kissed through my whimpers. It was the perfect balance between give and take, and it felt so incredibly right with him that I wondered how I would ever be able to do this with anyone else.

The sweet pressure between my legs blocked out all of my thoughts and I continued to circle my hips as our joined hands palmed my breasts. The perfect combination of the two, and our perfect synchronization with which we moved made reaching my orgasm easy, and quick. I bucked, and gripped Dane’s hands as I quivered shamelessly on his lap. I came down from my high, and found Dane giving me his lazy smile. “I’ll never get over that,” he murmured.

I was still trying to catch my breath when I asked, “What?”

“How unbelievably stunning you look when you come.”

I wiggled my hips, and Dane hissed. I looked down, and saw that he was still hard. An idea formed in my head, and knowing how long I’d been thinking about doing this got me excited all over again.

I slid off Dane’s lap, mindful of my busted ankle, and fell to me knees between his legs. With slightly trembling hands, I reached up, and tugged at the edge of his sweats. His hands stopped mine, and I looked up at him from beneath my lashes.

“Kitten, you don’t have to.”

I smiled shyly, knowing that I was about to do something I’d never done before.

“It’s okay. I want to. I’ve been fantasizing about it for a while.”

Finally, Dane lifted and helped me move his sweats lower until his rigid cock sprang free, his piercing glinting in the light. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers not even touching because of his size, and I started rubbing him.

Leaning forward, I covered the head with my mouth, and swirled my tongue over his slit.

“Fuck,” he sighed.

I wanted to smile but instead I took more if his shaft into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. I wasn’t a pro, but my instincts seemed to guide me, and I paid attention to what made Dane feel good. I made a swallowing motion, and Dane gripped my hair.

“Do that again, Kitten.”

I obliged, and Dane growled. Our eyes met, and I decided I wanted him to come at my mercy. I wanted to undo him, unravel him the way he did me. I pulled back, sucking on the head of his cock, and took him in again. With hollowed cheeks, I increased my pace, my hands digging into Dane’s tensed thighs.

“Oh Jesus,” he moaned. “Right there….”

I squeezed the base of his cock, and opened my throat just as his hot cum leaked into my mouth.

Dane roared, and his hips pulsed until he’d emptied himself into my mouth.

My head moved up, and his cock left my mouth with a pop.

I wiped the sides of my mouth, and smiled smugly with satisfaction.

“Still want to make fun of what I read?” I asked lightly.

Dane shook his head. “Not when you do that.”

I laughed, and helped him pull his sweats back on before settling next to him on the sofa. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me into his side, and I reveled in the rightness of it. There was no awkwardness between us, no stilted conversation.

Only a sense of being completely at home.

Until I realized it wasn’t forever, and that no matter how badly I wished for it, or how desperately my heart longed for it, Dane Winters could never be my home.