Good Enough to Share (Good Enough, Book 1 - Christmas) (10 page)

“And why exactly
would I do it?”

“Because you want
to.”

I did.

***

I was turned on
something rotten. And I felt mildly ridiculous, if that’s possible. And I
didn’t know which feeling was winning. But one thing I did know was that Sophie
had gone and the bang of the door meant that Dane was back and I hoped to God
he was on his own.

There was a click
which I was sure was the door to the boot room opening, then excited yapping. Shit,
don’t let them out, don’t let them up here. I closed my eyes and tried to shut
out the image of ten tons of Irish Wolfhound crashing on to the bed, following
by hysterical yapping terrier and the nervous whippet diving under the covers.
Shit, shit, shit. Nervous tension flooded my body and I pulled against the
ties, no way was I getting out of this. No escape. Being tied to the bed had
seemed, momentarily, like a good idea. Well, the way Sophie had sold it had
made it irresistible. Now Sophie had gone, and Dane was back it seemed fucking
stupid. Particularly her finishing touches of a blindfold and gag. Okay, it was
loose, but I couldn’t exactly yell out a warning and tell him to go away again
until I got rescued.

My scalp tingled
as I heard a creak, the bottom step. No pattering of tiny doggie footsteps,
thank the fuck for that. Then another creak. Oh. My. God. What was I doing
here? A squeak which could have been the door opening, then silence. My ears
were doing their best to prick up so I could hear more, but it wasn’t working.
All I could hear was my own uneven breathing, and the pounding of blood in my
ears.

“Well, fuck me.”
His voice was so low, so deep, so unexpectedly close it made me start and every
tiny hair on my body prickle to attention. Not a good look I’m sure. And
fucking him wasn’t quite the idea, not yet. I swallowed hard and my sex gave a
little involuntary squeeze. There was another heavy footstep and I knew he must
be at the foot of the bed.

I jumped, well my
whole body did, when his hand came down on my naked skin and the low chuckle
made me want to moan, except it was more of a strangled groan given the gag. He
rubbed the large capable hand round on my stomach, his rough fingertips sending
little sparks straight through my skin and into my bloodstream.

“I thought
Christmas came but once a year.” And as he spoke he loosened the gag with one
hand and before I had time to draw breath his sweet, sweet lips came down on
mine. He tasted of beer, and burger, of mustard, tomato and hops and it should
have made me retch, but it was heaven. I reached up to hold his head, to
prolong the kiss, well I tried to reach up but my bound wrists stopped the
movement abruptly and his lips briefly twitched into a smile at my little grunt
of frustration.

His tongue skated
along the outside of my teeth, along the tops of them, explored my mouth and
then circled around my own tongue as though inviting me to play. So I did. And
as my tongue met his the warmth of his hand stroked down my side from chest to
hip, straight over the erogenous zone I call my waist and I took a sharp intake
of breath, my teeth closing around the tip of his tongue. He stroked his way
back up, this time his thumb tracing a firmer furrow that made my nipples
harden and my thighs clench, well as much as they could clench given that my
legs had been parted and my ankles fastened firmly to the posts at the bottom
of the bed. His palm circled over my breast, with just enough weight to tantalize
the fiery bud, and I whimpered into his mouth. He lifted his lips, sucking my
tongue as he did so.

“You like that?”
He scraped his fingertips up the sensitive skin of my boob, pulled my burning
nipple between fingers and thumb and I was panting, literally panting for more.
One finger traced from my throat down between my breasts, down the centre of my
body with a steady even pace, never hesitating until it slipped between my
folds, slid over my clit, curled into my pussy and the shiver that ran through
me was pure electricity. “I can do whatever I want, as slowly as I want.” The
low chuckle could have been announcing pleasure or torment. Soft lips came down
on my stomach; he sucked in my skin, teasing, tempting, and my pussy spasmed
around his finger with need. “No hurry.” I rocked my hips with frustration. I’d
have been kicking and screaming by now if I could have, teasing him in the way
he was me, if I’d not been laid out like some sacrificial lamb.

“Noooo.”

“No, as in you
don’t want me to do things, or no as in not slowly?” He never got an answer
because his hot mouth came down on my nipple and rendered me speechless, apart
from the hiccupping moans which no way counts as speech in any form.

“How did you get
in?” He’d stop sucking.

I gasped. “Soph.”
Almost a word.

“Ah.” His tongue
circled my other nipple, his teeth scraped over my breast and then he sucked, a
stomach-warming suck that made me think I could probably have an orgasm off
that alone if he’d only carry on for a while. He didn’t. He stopped, tugged
softly on my lower lip then slid down between my legs. I was shaking, trembling
with anticipation as I waited, I swear even my kneecaps joined in. His damp
tongue hit my skin just at the side of my wobbly kneecap and I jumped, then
shook as he licked his way with one long even stroke up my inner thigh all the
way to the top. I never knew I could hold my breath for so long. He sucked on
my labia, a gentle teasing, tugging suck. “You are so wet you know.”

Oh, I knew. Stick
a finger, something, anything in the dam, for God’s sake. He shifted, licked
his way up the other thigh and this time it was nicer, the heat shooting
straight to the top. And when he reached the top he stopped, stopped and blew
on my hot swollen lips and then blew a stream of cold air along me. I lifted my
hips the few inches that I could, needing to get closer, needing more and he
cupped his hands under my bum, holding me steady, exactly where he wanted me.

This time his
clever tongue licked a path the length of my slit and when it reached the top
he flicked against my clit in a way that made me moan. He did it again, and
this time his tongue sank in a little deeper and made me clench around him
before I forced myself to relax, to open, to let him in deeper. With each lick
his tongue sought out a bit more of me, with each lick the trembles travelled
deeper through my body and then his mouth closed around my swollen nub and as
he sucked I came. No preamble, no buildup, the whole thing had been the
buildup. I just came with uncontrollable shudders straight into his mouth as he
sucked and licked and flicked until I couldn’t have said what day of the week
it was.

He finally
stopped, let me down and I grunted and sagged.

“Boxing Day.”

“Sorry?” He
sounded bemused.

“It’s still Boxing
Day.” See, I did know what day it was. “Just checking.” For my own sanity.

“And there’s lot
more of it left.” He rubbed his thumb over my throbbing flesh and I mewled a
sound that was part no and part yes.

“Good football
match?” Okay, not normal mid sex conversation but I needed a brief distraction
a bit of normality to ground me.

“Not as good as
this.” His voice had that gruff edge which was quite a good contrast to my
wobbly squeaks. The bed moved slightly and I guessed he’d stood up, then I
heard the rustling, the unmistakable sound of him unzipping his flies and my
body got all needy and desperate again. And I’d just got the image of his
perfect cock in my mind when he flipped my blindfold off so that I could see
the real thing. When cocks were handed out, Dane did well. It was as imposing
as the rest of him, thick, long and glorious, slightly tipped at the end so
that you knew with a tip of his pelvis he could hit your F, G, and H spots if
they existed. And now the tip was a glorious purple, straining to be noticed,
the smallest glistening pearl of pre-come between the slit. I let the tip of my
tongue slide between my lips and he came closer so that I could lick him. And
when he groaned, it sent a trickle of warmth to my pussy. I opened my mouth,
strained to lift my head as far as I could and he slipped one large capable
hand under me, threading his fingers through my hair, holding me still as
slowly he slid his length into my mouth. He didn’t stop the slow glide until he
hit the back of my throat. For a moment I gagged, my throat tightening
convulsively and he waited, not withdrawing just pausing until I relaxed and
then he slid out and back in and this time I took him deeper. Deep throat? Naw,
not my deal. But it was today. I wanted as much as I could take, I wanted to
grip the tip of him in my throat, I wanted to taste him. His fingers tightened
in my hair as he thrust, steady thrusts that turned me on as much as him. As he
grew that tiny bit harder, twitched inside my mouth, he paused slightly, and I
lifted my head higher urging him on and as I did I swallowed and that did him.
I didn’t really feel the spurt, I was too conscience of the way he pulsed and
throbbed, of the way he gasped, of the smell of lust that flooded my senses and
I felt like I was missing something as he pulled shakily away.

“Untie me?” His
dark gaze locked with mine and he swallowed hard, gave the most lopsided grin
I’ve ever seen from him and ran his hand through his hair shakily. Then he
shook his head. Swallowed again.

“Not yet.” His
voice was edgy and hoarse even with all the swallowing and I ran my tongue over
my lips, still tasting his salty sweetness.

“Dane!”

He laughed. “I’m
going to fuck you, Holly, like you’ve never been fucked before, and when you’re
trembling and begging for me to stop I’ll untie you.”

“That’s some
promise to live up to.” But my voice was as shaky with anticipation as the rest
of me.

“Don’t go away.”
He winked and stepped back and then seconds later I heard him go downstairs,
banging of cupboard doors and then the unmistakable sound of him heading back
up the stairs.

Now I like
chocolate, I like chocolate a lot, but I never buy chocolate spread. But Dane,
it appeared did. He undid the lid of the jar with steady deliberation, his eyes
narrowing as he studied me. He dipped one finger in and offered it to me so I
did what any self respecting girl would do and slowly licked his finger clean,
then sucked it just to make sure. His cock started to stiffen in appreciation
and I suddenly didn’t doubt his promise one little bit.

I’m a bit fussy
about my bedclothes, not over fussy, not enough to be cleaning up after a bonk
or anything, but I don’t do food in bed. Especially not runny food like chocolate
spread, but right now I didn’t care. Not that it was my bed of course, but even
if it had been I don’t think I would have been saying stop anytime soon.

I bit my lower lip
as he dipped his finger in again and then traced a spiral of chocolate around
my boob. “I’ve always wanted to do this.” He said conversationally and repeated
the exercise on the other side.

Death by
Chocolate
is one thing, but this was
please
never let it stop by chocolate
. It was the way he put it on and the way he
took it off, the smoothness, the stickiness, the wet, the licking, the sucking,
the smell. I swear he covered every inch of my buzzing body with his tongue,
his teeth and his lips. My face was burning up and I’d run out of ooh’s and
ahhs by the time his lips crushed mine briefly before he watched me watching
him as he rolled the condom on.

“I need to feel
your legs wrapped round me, I love the way you lock your ankles and try and
pull me in deeper.” He undid the ties on my ankles, brushed my slit briefly
with his tip and then he sank slowly in and it felt like the perfect dive to
the depths. Yes, waxing lyrical me, because I was so turned on that nothing
felt real anymore and my muzzy head was so high in the clouds I’d forgotten
what the solid earth felt like. He cradled my head with his hands and stared so
deep into my eyes I was sure he was only a whisper away from being able to
strip every bit of me bare inside and out, feeling naked had never felt quite
like this before. I locked my legs around his trim waist, tilted my pelvis
until my stomach was shaking with effort and we came, together, just like that.
No stroking of my clit, no pumping, no fighting, just the release I needed so
much.

He rocked from
side to side taking me with him, pushing deeper as though he was intent on
sharing every last drop, every last minute and I bit my lip so hard to stop it
moving that the sweet taste of blood flooded my mouth. He rubbed one finger
shakily over my lips then kissed my forehead, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, and
then he reached up and snatched at the ties round my wrists so that I could
wrap my arms round his strong, broad body. And I buried my nose in his neck,
just where it met his shoulder and let his smell seep into me and I held him
tight, tighter than I’ve ever held anyone, and fell asleep.

“You two are
late.” Charlie was looking at us with an uneasy mixture of possession and
laissez faire.

“You been missing
me, bud?” Dane cuffed him round the head affectionately and rolled over the
back of the sofa to land beside him. “Nothing on TV then?” He grabbed the
remote and started channel hopping. I looked at Soph who was doing her best not
to giggle, then risked a brief under the eyelashes look at Charlie who seemed
to be having a teeny bit of a sulk.