Can I Come Over?(19)

“No.” I shook my head. “I already got what I wanted from you.”

“And what was that?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

The way he was looking at me was rendering me still and completely speechless. I was beyond turned on with every step he took to close the gap between us, unable to deny that I wanted more of him.

“You don’t want this anymore?” he asked, his lips brushing against mine. “Was one night really enough for you?”

“Dane—”

“Answer me,” he whispered. “Was one fuck enough?”

“That’s not what this is about.”

“Has to be.” He trailed his hand against the side of my dress. “Nothing else makes any sense.”

“I think my dad would beg to differ…”

“Your dad isn’t over here right now,” he said. “And we’re both grown as fuck and capable of making our own decisions.”

“There’s no point in making one if this is bound to end in flames.” I sucked in a breath as he slid a hand between my thighs.

With my train of thought completely lost, I rocked my hips forward, giving him better access to my soaking wet slit.

“I’m still waiting for you to answer my question.”

“I forgot what it was.” I bit back a moan as he slipped two fingers deep inside of me. “Ahhh…”

“My cock would feel a lot better than this inside of you.” He plunged his fingers a bit deeper, and then he began a slow, torturous game—keeping his eyes on mine as he continued pushing and pulling them out of me. “Was one night enough?”

“No. Never.”

“Then stop playing games, and tell me that you want me as much as I want you.”

I nodded, and my breathing slowed as he continued pleasuring me.

“I need to hear you say it,” He sped up his rhythm, making me grind against his hand. “Tell me…”

“I want you just as much as—Ahhh.” I moaned.

“Good enough.” He smiled, slowly pulling his fingers out of me. “Can I fuck you right here?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “Here. Now.”

Without another word, he grabbed my hips and claimed my mouth with his, kissing me like he owned me. His tongue demanded full control, his lips overpowered mine with ease.

My back hit the bricks of the pool house, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep my balance.

I could still hear the sound of light laughter on the other side, a few clinking champagne glasses in the distance. Then I heard my dad’s distinct laughter as he spoke into a mic from afar.

“Such a beautiful home.” “An absolutely breathtaking party.” “Oh, I can’t imagine how much this all costs.” Voices sounded from the other side of the pool house, a few feet away from us.

Dane’s eyes fluttered open—reading mine, but he didn’t stop kissing me. He slid his right hand under my dress and trailed a finger against my panties before pushing them to the side.

He tore his mouth away from mine, making me feel lost for several seconds as he slowly looked me up and down.

I thought he was going to suggest that we stop, that we take our fucking someplace where we wouldn’t get caught, but he unzipped his pants and quickly put on a condom. Then he pressed my body against the bricks all over again.

Gently grabbing my left leg, he slowly lifted it up—positioning my wet slit against the head of his cock. He slowly slid into me inch by inch, filling me deeply.

I bit his shoulder to prevent myself from screaming and he gently slapped my thigh as my teeth marred his skin. He held me taut as he used his hips to thrust inside of me again and again, making me feel stupid for ever questioning this, for ever wanting to walk away.

My pussy throbbed against his cock, and he pulled my body forward a bit—pushing down the top of my dress and sucking my nipple between his teeth.

“Dane…” I barely managed. “Oh my god…”

“Shhh.” He bit my neck.

“Ah….Ahhh…” He sucked harder on my nipple, and I shut my eyes—trying to hold back from coming so fast, but it was no use.

He muffled my moans with kisses, holding me still as we reached our orgasms at the same time. He held me against him until I stopped shaking and caught my breath.

Slowly pulling out of me, he took off the condom and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. Then he pushed my panties back into place and looked at me.

“Were you interested in staying for the rest of the presentation?” he asked, smoothing my dress.

“Not at all.”

“Good.” His lips curved into a smile. “We can leave through the back.”

He led me through a garden, then around to the lake where he’d parked his matte black McLaren. He kissed my lips before opening the door for me, making sure I was comfortable before he moved to the other side.

I can’t believe that I just fucked him at my dad’s party and loved every second of it…

We rode down the highway in silence, his hand clasping mine behind the gearshift, his mouth devouring mine whenever we hit a patch of slow moving traffic or a red light.

Each time, it felt more than right and I didn’t see him as my dad’s best friend. He was Ryan/Dane, the man I’d slowly fallen for over the past seven months and I had no desire to ever let him go.