Oh God that feels so good as he continues to lavish my skin with his mouth, moving back down to my neck and along my collarbone as he pulls my top to the side, allowing him access to my shoulder.
Before I can even think about it, my hand moves up and behind me until it’s on the back of his head, my fingers entwining in his hair gently. And then he abruptly pulls away and roughly turns me around before his hands land on my arse and he lifts me until I’m sitting on the worktop, my legs spread either side of his hips as he smashes his mouth to mine in a frenzy.
All coherent thoughts are gone as he undoes the shirt I’m wearing before pulling my bra down and playing with both of my nipples, pinching them between his fingers and thumbs. His mouth swallows my moans, and my knickers very quickly become wet.
And when he unzips my jeans and slides his thumb under the fabric of my knickers and places it on my clit, I know that I don’t have the energy to fight this. Not in this moment. And maybe not at all as his thumb moves in circles and he pushes me back until I’m laid flat before him, his thumb still teasing me.
With his free hand, he starts to move my jeans down my thighs, and I manage to hold myself up enough to make it easier for him, but all that does is put more pressure on my clit from his thumb, making me moan loudly.
His eyes don’t leave mine as he moves my jeans to my knees, and then he quickly swoops down, replacing his thumb with his tongue, and oh my fucking God…
With his hands free, he strips me of my jeans and throws them fuck knows where—I don’t care. All I care about is the sensations flowing through me, the way he’s making me forget my reality, and how being eaten on a kitchen counter is so fucking hot.
He lifts my legs up and over his shoulders, my knees either side of his head as he sucks my clit into his mouth, applying more pressure, and then he adds a finger into the mix, slowly pushing it inside of me, and I start to physically tremble.
My body is enjoying every single second as he works me. My mind is on cloud nine as all the stress of the day leaves me.
And then when he pushes a second finger in, his tongue moving in quick circles on my clit, I detonate. I struggle to breathe, the pleasure taking everything from me.
But we’re clearly not done as he removes his mouth from me and pulls me up, moving me to the edge of the counter, his cock ready and waiting as he wastes no time in plunging inside of me. I cry out, unprepared but absolutely ready for him to fuck me into next week, which he does as he pulls back out and slams into me, over and over. I hold onto the counter edge, my knuckles white as I grip it hard to keep myself in place. He’s fucking me like he’ll never get the chance to again, his fingers biting into my thighs as he does.
I welcome the sting of pain with the pleasure.
I moan loudly as he hits me deep.
I grip my walls when he finds his release.
I wrap my legs around him when he’s finished, and then he carries me to his bed, where he lies behind me, pulling me so my back is to his chest as he wraps his arm around me.
I listen as his breathing evens out, and I realise he’s fallen asleep.
And I feel guilt eating away at me as I close my eyes, because that was our first time having sex, and all I could think about was it being Caleb instead of him.
* * *
I wake up alone in bed, and I take a moment to adjust to the bright sunlight shining through the thin curtains.
And then reality hits me smack in the face as I realise how badly I’ve screwed up. Now when I tell Danny that it’s over, it’s going to be a million times worse.
I should have my shit all figured out by now, but it seems not, because if I did then I would have left yesterday and not let him eat me on the kitchen counter and fuck me so I had no rational thought.
Ugh, I’m a shitty person.
I pull myself up into a sitting position and swing my legs off the side of the bed. I need to get dressed and get out of here, except my clothes haven’t appeared to materialise in this room, so I begrudgingly pull on a pair of Danny’s joggers and one of his T-shirts. I tie the joggers around the waist to keep them up and make my way from the bedroom, feeling more guilt with every step.
I find Danny in the kitchen with a big smile on his face as he cooks what can only be described as a fucking feast. There’s everything laid out on the table—bacon, sausages, toast, fried bread, hash browns, you name it and it’s there. He’s finishing off scrambling some eggs when he notices me stood in the doorway. He promptly drops the spatula and comes over to me, placing a kiss on my lips before pulling back with that smile fixed back in place.
“Good morning,” he greets as I force a smile onto my face.
“Morning,” I say as he guides me to the table and pulls a chair out for me. I swallow down the lump that has risen in my throat as he goes and dishes up the eggs and lays them on the only available space on the table.
“Coffee?” he asks as he picks up the jug of caffeine he’s already made and holds it over my cup.
“Please,” I say quietly as I watch him pour the liquid.
He takes a seat on the opposite side of the table and says, “Help yourself,” as he gestures to the food. I’m not hungry in the slightest, but I place a few bits on my plate—enough to keep him happy.
“So, how are you feeling this morning?” he asks before taking a bite of his food.