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“This is all so much more complicated than you’re making it out to be, and you know it. Get down, give me the weed, and get out of my fucking house.”
I smirk. “Make me.”
Dan doesn’t waste any time after I issue my challenge, jumping up onto the bed with me. I try to hold my hand above my head in one last attempt to keep the bag of weed away from him, but he’s got the height advantage now, and easily snatches it from my grasp. With a well-aimed toss, he throws the sealed bag on his bedside table before grabbing my wrists in his own. I try to pull away, but he pushes me backward. The bed is so soft that my feet are immediately tangled, and I fall back onto the mattress, but Dan is there too, still holding my wrists with his body now covering mine.
He looks triumphant, for a moment at least. That is, before he realizes the position he’s put us in.
I feel his body tense, either to pull away or just out of instinct at how close we are. He’s warm, and the weight of his body on mine is addicting. Afraid that he’s going to jump away, I shake my wrists free from his now-loose grasp and lock my arms around him. He’s staring at my lips, and almost unconsciously, I purse them, wetting them with my tongue. There’s an answering jolt that goes through his frame, pelvis tilting into mine without him even realizing it.
“Well,” I whisper, our eyes locked on each other. “Are you going to kiss me now?”
“Do you want me to?” His voice is husky.
Instead of answering him with words, I tighten my grip on him, pulling him down until I can slant my mouth over his. Dan lets out a breath, his guard against me evaporating as we deepen the kiss. I like to think that I am still in control when we come together like this, but I can feel my rational thought melting away like snow on the mountaintop with each sweep of his tongue against mine, and when he pulls away enough to bite my lip, a sharp nanosecond of pain that he sucks away immediately, I’m lost.
He moves down my body as if in a trance, his lips grazing my jawline, teeth and tongue moving around my neck and collarbone. We don’t speak, knowing it will break the spell, but the sounds coming from him tell me more than any conversation ever could. As his control grows shorter and shorter, he covers the tops of my breasts and the line of my cleavage with love bites, his hands moving from where they were resting on my waist to my chest. Once Dan realizes that I’m braless under the jumpsuit, my tits only separated from his mouth by a thin layer of silky fabric and two flimsy straps, he grinds his pelvis into mine, his cock a hard burning line that presses exactly where I need it most.
I moan. I can’t help it.
“Tell me to stop,” he begs, fingers already pinching my nipples through the cloth despite his words.
Too much talking, I think, grabbing Dan’s head between my hands and pulling it back down to my flesh. He groans, aroused and helpless, but acquiesces to my silent demands. I raise my shoulders just enough so he can pull the straps down my shoulder, pulling the top part of the bodysuit to my waist, and I am bare from there up. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears when Dan starts to kiss a slow line from my sternum to one of my nipples, but he’s too heated for such a slow buildup. It only takes moments for his mouth to find my already hard nipples, and he sucks them, one after the other, to hard peaks while his busy hands continue to pull my bodysuit down. The rush of pleasure from his tongue and teeth on my tits is intense, and it makes me crave his touch even more. I just want my skin against his, wherever possible, and for him to ease the hollow ache growing in my core.
I know Dan can take his time when he wants to, but we’re both desperate for one another, and I don’t complain when he gives my nipples a final nibble and his mouth continues downmy body, over my ribs and fluttering stomach, and finally to my now-bare thighs. The red panties I'm wearing are the only thing left on my body, but with Dan between my legs now, I suddenly feel bereft. He’s not touching me enough, even if the possibility of his mouth landing on my core is tempting as hell. I don’t want just a repeat of the billiards room, or for Dan to just get me off and then leave me alone again. I want all of him that he is willing to give.
I push up, and he raises too, giving me a questioning look as I almost jump toward him, working at the buttons of his white, oxford shirt as quickly as I can. In the chill air of the bedroom, the wetness still on my nipples is making them cold, and I want us to be chest to chest, soaking in the warmth of him. Dan is quick to help me, expertly unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off so I can run my hands over the hard planes of his chest. Looping my arms around his neck, I give into my darkest desires, pressing against him and kissing his mouth with abandon. Grabbing my hips forcefully, he grinds against me again, the press of his erection rubbing over my aching clit through my panties. I can’t take it anymore. I want to touch him, so badly that it’s almost maddening.
My hands are on his belt, pulling it open, while I look up and into his eyes, wanting to see if he’s watching me undress him. But when our eyes meet, it’s like Dan remembers who I am, and what we’re doing, and the first threads of doubt start to manifest within him. Carefully, doing his best not to touch his own hard length, he pushes my hands away from him.
“Elise, we can’t fucking do this,” he forces out, every syllable sounding difficult.
“Relax,” I reply in a purr. “My brother isn’t here. It’s only us.”
I go to continue my work, but he pulls away again. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” I huff, growing annoyed. “I messaged him to make sure before I came.”
“I don’t just mean about Andries not coming. Are you surethisis something you want to do? This is going too far, I think.”
I won’t let him back down now that we are so close. “If I’m going to be invisible to you in Capri, I better get your full attention now.”
Pulling me close again, he doesn’t touch me the way I want so badly but instead looks deep into my eyes with a serious gaze, completely different from the hazy look of lust he was wearing before. “If we do this, we take this secret to the grave, okay?” It’s a big declaration, but I nod anyway, eager to get on with it. Dan doesn’t quite believe me, though, doubling down. “Elise. Toour graves. Do you swear?”
Knowing that he’s taking this oath solemnly, I cup his face in my hands, feeling his stubble under my hands. Even though I’m trying to match his serious mood, I can’t help but sweep my thumb over his full bottom lip as I tell him, “I promise.”
When he kisses me now, it’s sweeter, the frantic pace between us slowing down now that we’ve both acknowledged the truth about what is going to happen. It’s all out in the open, and this kiss is freer than any others we’ve ever shared.
Dan helps me remove his pants until he’s just in his boxers. We’re both on our knees, facing each other, and the excitement between us is palpable. We take turns touching each other slowly, learning what makes each of us jump or shiver in pleasure. As his thumbs hook under my panties and I rise up so he can remove them completely, Dan looks almost reverent.
He doesn’t even wait for me now, shucking his own boxers and tossing them somewhere off to the side. His erection is truly something to behold, longer and thicker than I expected even after having felt him against me so many times now. His skin is paler there than the rest of his body, but the tip of his member isdarker and wet with a drop of precum, but he’s completely and undeniably as erect as he can possibly get. I don’t think I will even be able to close my fingers around the width of him, and stirrings of anxiousness rise up in me. How am I going to be able to take that inside of me?
My body, on the other hand, celebrates at the sight of him completely nude for me. My pussy pulses and aches now that I can finally see what I need inside of me so badly, and even my heart is gearing up to be fucked. I’m hot, needy, and nervous. Not the best combination.
Seeing the worry on my face, he pauses, suddenly uneasy as well. “Are you on the pill or something? If not, I can grab a condom–”
I do quick mental math, and figuring that my period just ended, I say, “I’m good.” Dan looks uncertain, and his expression combined with the sight of his hand now holding his hard cock, makes me laugh. My anxiety eases. “Don’t worry, Dan, I’m good.” Leaning forward, I grip his shoulders and whisper in his ear, feeling more wanton than I ever have in my life. “I want to do it raw.”
He makes a noise akin to a growl, his control snapping. He’s stroking his cock now with one hand, the other grasping my chin and kissing me punishingly. I’m on my back again now, him nibbling at my nipples while his fingers part my folds and run quick circles around my clit. I’m undeniably wet and ready for him, already losing my concentration over how good this all feels.
