Danger (The Driven World)

What is he doing to me? How long can he keep this up?

He keeps eating me out, until I’m no longer sure what time it is, or even what day it is. Danger works my clit, bringing me alive again and again. I don’t know how my body is still reacting to him.

I can’t even remember how many orgasms I’ve given him at this point all I know is I can barely hold on much longer. No man has ever done this to me before. And this is no longer for my pleasure. Does he have something to prove?

Is this some sick game?

A tear escapes my eye and then another falls quickly behind it. “Danger,” I cry out, my body and soul completely vulnerable to him, and he stops, getting up to his knees.

“Oh Monterey, you’ve been such a good girl for me tonight. I need just one more.”

“I can’t,” I whine.

“You can and you will.” He moves one hand to my clit, his thumb rubbing over my skin, and in the other hand he fists his dick, tugging it right before my very eyes. “One more, and then I’ll hold you all night long.”

Another tear falls from my eyes, and I feel more exposed to him than I’ve ever even felt by myself.

He pulls on his dick, running his thumb over the bead of precum escaping the tip and I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. A pulse begins low in my clit, and the need arises once again. As if he can read my mind he smiles down on me. “One day you’ll have this in your mouth.” And he continues stroking himself as he strokes me too.

He picks up speed with both, and before I know it I’m coming undone once again, calling out his name.

His eyes pierce me as he doesn’t stop working his own dick, and then he moves up my body. “Oh fuck, Monterey, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts out, his dick pulsing between his fingers. He shoots his release on my stomach.

And I watch as his eyes close tight, his body moving as his dick continues coming all over me. My legs fall to the side, my body completely spent.

And the moment Danger opens his eyes my whole world crashes down around me. “Why did you do this to me?” I ask, sitting up just a bit.

He climbs off the bed, throwing his boxers back on as he makes his way over to the en suite bathroom.

Chapter 21

Danger

I run warm water over a cloth and bring it back to Monterey, cleaning up the mess I made against her porcelain skin. “I wanted to see you.”

As soon as I’m done taking care of her, I stand back, letting her have an ounce of space. “Do you hate me?” I’m sure she does. Who doesn’t hate me?

But, I needed to do this. I needed to bring every wall she’s ever erected to keep men at arm’s length crashing down, so I could see the real her.

The exposed her.

I’m a selfish bastard, and yes, I needed it. Call me sick. Call me what you will, but I needed her. And I still do.

She shakes her head slowly. “I don’t hate you.”

And with those words I give her what I know she needs. I pick her up, cradling her head against my chest, bringing her to the couch in our suite as I sit down, and place her over my lap.

I take the blanket I’ve been using to sleep with and wrap her in it, rocking her gently. “It’s going to be ok.”

I know her feelings right now are raw, and she’s most likely a bit overwhelmed. But, I’ll hold her like this all night if that’s what it takes.

She moves her head up, so she’s staring right into my eyes, and I try my best to keep her gaze. Now I’m the one feeling vulnerable.

“I feel like for the first time you can really see me.”

I trace the lines of her face, her jaw, her cheek, and then I swipe the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. God, I want to kiss her. I want to fucking kiss her so badly. But I know with one touch of our lips together it would bring all my very own walls I’ve built over the years tumbling down in an instant. It would bring my house-of-cards life I’m trying desperately to hold together spinning into her orbit.

And I can’t allow that to happen.

So instead, I talk to her. “The first time I got behind the steering wheel of a car, I knew I was a goner. I knew that this was it for me. I loved driving. Not only loved, but I was good at it.”

She cups my cheek, tracing my jawline. “How old were you?”