Hush, Hush (Hush, Hush 1)

I look down at Daniel and take note of his soft eyes. I can tell he wants me, but he's missing the hunger in them that James has, the hunger that just takes me higher. He holds my hips, guiding me up and down his cock, but he's gentle when I asked him not to be. He doesn't squeeze them, and his fingers aren't digging into my flesh the way I want them to, like when James held my legs apart and went down on me.

I squeeze my eyes shut. Why can't I get James out of my head?

My body picks up speed and I bounce on him, my heavy breasts moving with me. I'm worked up but I'm not ready to orgasm just yet. Daniel grunts, his body stiffening. He finally grabs my hips the way I want him to and a lazy smile tugs at my lips. I'm getting closer. I glance down, and Daniel is already coming. His head is arched back, exposing the chords in his neck. His chest is flushed with desire and I think about how James is just like this when he's about to unload, the sounds that erupt from his throat and the strength is his body.

A shot of pleasure goes straight to my clit as I imagine I'm riding James, and I'm finally coming too.

Only, I'm angry and confused for letting my Valentina side override my Aubrey side, and while I came, it wasn't enough, and I don't feel sexually satisfied. Not even close.

"Don't move," I say, my voice a little raspy.

I pull off Daniel and turn around, guiding his cock back into my pussy again within seconds. I don't want to picture James's face while I fuck someone else. I need to focus on my pleasure, as Aubrey.

"Fuck, babe. This feels too good like this," Daniel says. "Fuck," he says again, drawing the word out.

I ride him hard and fast, the bliss spiking through me. I like it this way, I can feel his cock at a different angle and it helps me focus on my orgasm. Closing my eyes, I feel another orgasm quickly rising inside of me and reach up to pinch my nipple. I twist it hard and apply pressure, my pussy contracting around his cock from both the pain and the pleasure.

"Oh, yes," I say, panting. "Fuck me harder, Daniel."

He does, thank God. He thrusts his hips rough and hard and I finally start feeling the type of pleasure I need to feel sated. My pussy squeezes his hardness as I come on his cock. Daniel lets out a deep moan and he orgasms again as we both fall into a pit of euphoria together.

Breathing heavily, I stay in place for a few seconds, trying to get ahold of myself. When I feel like I can move again, I climb off Daniel and fall back onto the bed. I watch as he reaches down to remove the condom and drops it to the floor. His cock is glossy with his cum and I want to reach for it to stroke it, to feel it, but I don't.

"That was the last thing I expected when you walked in," Daniel says, staring up at the ceiling in awe.

"What did you expect when I said Netflix and chill? For me to read you a book while you braid my hair?"

Daniel barks out a laugh and turns over onto his side. "I didn't expect you to attack me when you walked in, that's for sure. You were like an animal."

"Sorry." I blush, feeling a little bad I acted like a raging nymphomaniac, all because of James. What is it about him?

He reaches over and brushes a lock of hair behind my ear. "Don't be. I like a girl who takes charge."

I lean over and drop a light peck to his cheek. "I couldn’t help myself. You just looked so cute," I lie. It’s not like I could tell him why I was horny as fuck. I had an itch that needed to be scratched.

"I like you," he says.

"Thanks. I hear I'm the life of the party." I smile.

He gives me a soft kiss to my lips. "I like you," he repeats quietly. "I know we've only been around each other a handful of times, but you've made me happy each time. I want to be around you more."

A blush climbs over my cheeks and I take in the sincerity of his tone. He’s cute, and not bad in bed. And I really did have a good time with him on our date. He could be good for me. A good balance for my Valentina side. A bit of normalcy. Real verses fantasy. Can prostitutes be normal?

"Do you think if I hadn't ordered that coffee that day, would you have talked to me?"

His thumb grazes my jaw. "Yes. I was drawn to you the moment I walked in. You had this look on your face, like you were deep in concentration and debating life. I knew I had to talk to you and was going to find a way to make it happen."

"Daniel," I say, a bit embarrassed to know I was being watched. "You know how to make a chick feel good."

His lips tug up gently and he blinks like he's thinking about the first time we met. "I had a feeling you were going to say no when I asked for your number, but I held out hope you'd come back. Not many women want a triple shot."

I swallow at the kindness in his tone. His touch is soft, his words even softer, and it shifts something in my chest.

"I'm glad you didn’t give up," I say and lean into him.

He wraps his arms around me and rolls me onto my back. His eyes gleam as I feel his length hardening. My heart races with the way he looks at me. Much to my surprise, I like it.

He lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me, leaving me breathless.