Tucking his fingers into the waistband of my pants, he yanks me forward, rubbing our dicks together, but harder this time.
Both of his hands hover over my belt as he expertly removes it, ripping it out of the loops.
I feel exposed even though I’m still fully clothed. I have no idea what to do. I grip the other side of his shirt and yank it apart, the buttons fly off as the front of his shirt tears open. He needs to feel as naked and vulnerable as I do. But that easily fed his desire instead of halting it.
He glances down, and that stupid contagious smile of his appears on his face, as he shifts his gaze between his torn button down shirt, Hannah, then me.
“I loved this fucking shirt.” His tone is playful as he grips the open lines of his torn shirt and slips it off his shoulders onto the floor.
His fingers circle my wrists, then he pulls them up over my head and pushes me against the wall, pinning me down.
I buck, in a weak attempt to fight back, but he presses the full weight of his body against mine and I can feel his hard length against my hip. I’ve never been in such a compromising position, especially with a man.
My eyes bounce between his now dark, determined pupils and lips and I can’t help but press my head against the wall and squeeze mine shut to avoid drowning in them. It was easier when there was a wall between us. All the thoughts of why Ishouldn’t be doing this cycle through my mind, but my disloyal body feels otherwise.
I attempt to push away again, but Dane just presses into me harder, his cloth covered cock strokes mine and I let out a stunted moan.
His lips hover over my ear. “I want to make this good for you.”
I stiffen at the memory of those words, the same ones he whispered through the wall as I had one foot out the door. He sounds as genuine as he did the first time and for some unknown annoying reason, my body listens to him. My shoulders relax, releasing the tension they were holding and my breath calms as if his seductive voice soothes me.
“Mmm,” he hums, pleased with my submission. “Good. But, can I trust you not to push me away?”
I want to trust him. I do trust him. But, I can’t trust myself. My mind will override everything and break away from this wall the first chance I get, even though I want to stay glued to his touch.
“Yes,” I reply through a clenched jaw.
“That’s what I thought.” A slow, sexy smirk appears on his lips. “Hannah, can you please come over here and keep your boyfriend's hands busy so he doesn’t rip my skin off while I suck his cock.”
17
DANE
The soft pleather crinkles and the styrofoam beans rustle as Hannah pushes herself up and makes her way toward us.
It’s as if she was waiting all day for me to do this exact thing and say those words to her because she treads our way with ease, pushing the thin straps of her gorgeous yellow sundress down her arms. By the time she reaches us, the top of her sundress hangs past her breasts, settling at the crevice of her waist.
The confidence she displays as she reaches up, trailing her fingertips on Ethan’s arms and over my hands makes my cock twitch behind the denim of my thick jeans that I know Ethan can feel. Instead of replacing her grip with mine, she gently intertwines her fingers in his, then lifts up on her toes, pressing their lips together, providing him a comfort she probably thinks he needs.
She pulls back slowly, lowering his hands and places them over the peaks of her chest. Her lips part and eyes flutter as he caresses and pinches her nipples that harden at his touch.
Fuck, they’re sexy together.
Their eyes are fixed on each other with nothing but silent knowledge moving between them.
With my hands free again, I grant her a lopsided grin, and unbutton his pants, pulling down his zipper. His pants hang loosely over his hips, his sexy-as-sin V-line peering under the denim, as I tug them down exposing his charcoal grey boxer briefs covering that massive bulge I’ve been dreaming about since he walked out of that room on me.
I sink down to my knees in front of him, his eyes shift down to me and I keep my gaze locked on those chocolate brown orbs the entire way down. This is exactly what I wanted, his slacked jaw and lust-filled eyes watching me as he filled my mouth with his cock.
Dipping my fingers into the elastic waistband, I pull down the front exposing that gorgeous cock and it springs out, bouncing just inches from my face with a bead of pre-cum already leaking from the slit.
“W-Wait,” he says with a nervous stutter as he attempts to move but Hannah cups her hands around his face and pulls him down for a kiss. I take full advantage of the distraction, wrapping my lips around the tight crown of his cock and then push forward, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.
He moans loudly and a muffledfuckwith a mixture of groans, and other profanities, fly out his mouth and into hers as I bob up and down.
Fuck, he tastes so goddamn good. Exactly like he did through that glory hole but this time I get an unobstructed view of the pinch between his brows and the subdued sounds of his moaning. It’s slightly dulled by Hannah’s mouth on his and not a barrier between us, which I fucking love so much more.
I hold the tip of his dick at the back of my throat and bob deeper as my eyes peer up at him, taking in everything as I sear it to my memory. The way their tongues slide over each other,his distressed expression that comes from pure pleasure fights its way out. His hands find purchase on her body as one grips her hip tightly and the other cups around her breast.
