his tongue finally touched her clit, the jolt zapped through her like ten thousand volts. She clawed the bedclothes.
‘This bit?’ he enquired. ‘This spot here? Buck for me some more.’
She did, her muscles jumping without conscious input on her part. Wild fire raged inside her whenever he touched her with his mouth.
‘What exactly is it that gets you so twitchy?’
‘Do that again?’
He licked her clit again, using his tongue stud against the underside.
Hell, yeah! That turned her to mush every time. It damn near short-circuited her brain. If tongue studs became standard and more guys were prepared to do this, the world would become a happier place overnight.
‘What about if I tickle this bit too?’ he said, briefly touching her rear entrance.
Oh, God, no. She couldn’t take it. It was too sensitive and too naughty. But then Xane did love being rude. He liked pushing boundaries, doing things in places he shouldn’t. He’d proved several times over how much fun doing those things could be too.
The thought of him sliding into her rear, pounding her hard that way, made her gasp. If the rest of the band turned up while he was doing that, it’d be totally embarrassing. Not that she wouldn’t die anyway if they arrived now, while she had her panties round her knees.
‘Like that thought, don’t you?’ Xane’s breath whispered against her skin. ‘I know you do. You like to pretend you’re all prim, but I know the real you. I know you like it when I put my dirty fingers in dirty places.’
‘Yes,’ she breathlessly agreed. There didn’t seem to be any sense in denying it. Not when she was already reacting to him stroking her there. He tantalised her with the press of one fingertip, pushing it in enough to light up her nerve-endings and make her feel ridiculously naughty. She knew he liked sex that way. She guessed that’s how he’d done things when he was with Steve.
Fuck! She had Steve Matlock in her head again. She wasn’t going there. She wasn’t. Not when Xane was coaxing this much pleasure from her body. It didn’t matter what he’d done in the past, or who he’d loved. He was with her now.
‘I’m thinking I’m going to need to get inside you real soon.’
He rose over her, and began a seductive climb up her torso, marking his ascent with kisses. When he reached the hem of her top, he shoved it up over her breasts, exposing her from her bra to her knees. ‘You are so fucking sexy,’ he growled, his voice a low hum in his throat. ‘Matching bra too,’ he observed before he unclasped it and sent it flying over his shoulder, before latching onto one of her puckered nipples.
Dani reached for him too. She managed to wrestle his shirt from him before he grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head.
‘Sorry, I can’t have you touching me.’ He rolled his hips as he spoke, driving his leather-clad loins against her pussy. ‘I want to enjoy this. Make it last. But you have me so stoked already with all those little crooning noises you’re making that I’m not sure I’ll last longer than a nanosecond with your hands on me.’
‘But I want to touch you.’ She liked running her hands across his body, every bit of it, though there were a few special places she was particularly excited by, like the indents that ran down from his hips to form a V shape, and the prize that led to. She liked the flat of his stomach too, and his collarbone, and tiny perky nipples. Normally, they were adorned by silver ring piercings, but tonight the left one was missing. A new band of ink decorated a spot over his heart. Closer observation revealed it to be their names entwined within the body of a serpent biting its own tail.
He’d permanently inked her name on himself. There were no tattoos on him that read ‘Elspeth’ or ‘Steve’. Maybe he genuinely was as serious about her as she was about him.
He cried out as she sucked one of his nipples into her mouth. ‘Off. I’m serious, Dani. Don’t. I will boil over.’
‘I can’t believe my body makes you that hot.’
‘All of you makes me hot. Now, back off and stop fighting me. Let me control this.’
‘Am I fighting?’ She tested his hold upon her wrists again. She liked it when he held her down, but she liked being free to touch him and rake her nails across his back too.
‘Seriously, woman. You can have your turn soon, but you need to keep your hands off me, or else me and my hard-on are going to have to take a little trip to the bathroom.’
‘How’s that going to help?’ She pictured him standing under the bright fluorescent light, his erection hugging tight against his body.
‘You’d be amazed what a bit of icy water can do.’
She didn’t want him to cool off. ‘Wouldn’t you rather slip it someplace warm?’ She lifted her hips to collide with his. He hadn’t forbidden her that, or her giving him kisses.
He made a shocked sound, and his eyelids closed.
Xane shook himself, but not before Dani had used his moment of distraction to free her hands and unfasten his fly. She didn’t care if he went from nought to ninety in sixty seconds. She wanted him now.
‘Which part of not touching me didn’t you get?’
‘Every part.’ She thrust her hand inside the back of his leather jeans in order to dig her fingertips into the lovely springy muscles of his arse.
Xane made more of those high-pitched noises, which she decided she rather liked. However, while his arse was glorious and totally squeezable, there was another part of him she was more desperate to feel.
Dani brought one hand between them to encircle his shaft. He was definitely upright, so hard the skin was stretched taut and he was leaking copiously. She massaged the fluid into his length, while watching his expression carefully so as not to push him over the edge. She loved stroking him and the feel of all that power in her hand.
Xane kept his eyes tightly closed and his teeth gritted. Each breath came out like a wheeze.
‘No, don’t stop,’ he pleaded, when she dared to take her hands off him.
‘I thought you said I was going to push you too far if I touched you.’
‘You should touch me,’ he said, revising his opinion. ‘You should touch me all over … everywhere.’
‘I’ve a better idea. Why don’t you put this –’ she gave his erection a squeeze ‘– where we both know it wants to be?’ She was more than ready for him.
Immediately, he twisted at the waist and tried to fish something from his back pocket.
‘No,’ she said, realising that he was searching for a condom. ‘You don’t need to dress up.’
Xane turned back to stare at her. ‘You’re sure?’ They’d both been given clean bills of health, and he knew she’d started taking birth control pills. ‘Has it been long enough?’
‘Yeah. Make
