Never A Choice (The Choices Trilogy (Book 1)) (17 page)

“I want you to come with me Bethany, can you do that?” His voice is strained, concentration evident on his handsome face.

“I . . . I” I stutter, my concentration is all over the place. There is no way I can control this.

“Listen to me.” He takes a deep breath and continues to grind a movement against me that is insanely good. My head falls back. “Bethany!” I snap back to him my eyes wide. “You are going to come with me, and you are going to keep your eyes open, I need to see you?” His stern tone has me instantly nodding my compliance.

“Yes Sir.” I slide a little further up and fall back firmly. I’m feeling a little bold.

“Fuck!” He growls. He grabs my hips more firmly and begins to control my movements. I am under no illusion who is in control now, as if I ever was. I am rolling my hips with him and he is moving and changing angle all the time to touch my sensitive spots. I feel the build start immediately within me and I am hoping he can feel it too because I am nowhere near proficient enough to control the ‘when’ of my climax. “I can feel you’re close Bethany, you need to look at me.” I fix on his dark pools, the intensity sears right through me.

“Oh Fuck.” I gasp, my body start to convulse and my core begins to clench around him. “Daniel, please.” I beg. “Please, I can’t.”

“I know baby, it’s alright, let go Bethany, I’ve got you, I want you to come for me.” His soothing tone and sensual words send me right over the edge, again. “Come with me.” He continues to thrust into me and continues to manoeuvre my hips to make sure I take every bit of his release. I’m suspended in a daze of ultimate pleasure. Every muscle in my body contracting, pulsating and from the muted sound in my ears all I can hear is the beat, beat, beat of my heart. I fall flat against his heaving chest and have no intention of moving, ever.

He does though, a moment later, he sits up taking me with him, and we are nose to nose, panting breath to panting breath. “Eyes Miss Thorne?” I open to see his dazzling smile but we are back to Miss Thorne again and I think I prefer baby or at least, Bethany. He thrusts and I can’t believe he’s still hard; I grip my lips together to stifle a yelp. He chuckles and the vibrations ripple through my body. “I believe I said I would take my time with you Miss Thorne. I also believe I said I was going to fuck you all night and you will come to appreciate I am a man of my word.” He leans to plant small kisses below my ear and whisper, “and there is so much more to explore Miss Thorne.” With this promise he resumes his languid thrusts as he holds my shoulders pulling down some pressure and holding me firm. His guttural growl from the back of his throat fires up my senses and I can feel my core begin to respond. I am running on adrenalin and lust because I barely have the energy to lift my eyelids. “Eyes!” He warns. “You have the most amazing fucking eyes, I need to see them, do you understand?” I keep them open and look deep into his.

“Daniel.” My voice is breaking. I’m very distracted by each heavenly thrust. Building the pleasure, pushing me but not enough to gain the release I know I am going to need, the release that I’m going to be begging for if he continues this pace. “Please, please Daniel, I don’t think, I mean I know you can but I’m not so sure I can . . .” I falter and he interrupts.

“-Sorry Miss Thorne, did I tell you to speak? I must apologise if I gave you that impression. The only words I will accept will be if you scream my name when you come, although you seem to favour ‘God’ so that will be acceptable too.” How can he sound so calm when I am struggling to construct a full sentence. He lifts me slightly and manoeuvres smoothly so he is above me and I feel his delicious weight press down, his thighs angled to keep my legs spread wide. He hooks one of his arms under my knee, lifts my leg onto his shoulder and thrusts. I can’t help a cry that escapes me. Fuck that’s deep. Oh, it’s so good though, every nerve and muscle contract wildly against the deepest point of penetration, the euphoric part where pain morphs into sublime pleasure. God, I like it deep but his slow rhythm is driving me mad. I release a frustrated groan, noises are allowed I think, and he looks down with a knowing grin.

“In a hurry Miss Thorne?” He grins as I whimper but he takes pity on me and begins to increase his speed. I can see his jaw tick and his eyebrows are wrinkled like he is trying to think of the answer to a really difficult equation. My breath quickens with the speed of his thrusts, he holds himself above me, and his eyes express the same raw need I feel in my core. He takes his hand and slides it between our bodies and just above our union his uses is thumb to draw circles over my clit. Our bodies move together, slick with a sheen of pure desire, his rougher skin scouring mine, setting mine ablaze; his leg entwines around mine and his hot sweet breath like a flame against my neck. Again the familiar tingle and heat begins to build. Just before I am about to explode, he stops and pulls back sitting on his ankles. I let out a breath and raise myself on my elbows with what little strength I have; I hope I look as confused as I feel.

“God you’re amazing!” He fixes his eyes on mine. He leans forward and with one hand he squeezes my breast and with his mouth he covers the hard nub of the other. Swirling his tongue and sucking he switches breast and repeats the same move, each flick of his hot tongue makes my core spark. Sitting back up he runs his hand down the centre of my body before he places his hands on my hips and flips me over. My heart has leapt to my mouth. He reaches over and grabs one of the overstuffed ultra-soft pillows; tapping my bottom I lift to accommodate the pillow beneath my hips. I swallow hard wondering what I’ve got myself into; I bury my face into my pillow and let out a smothered moan.

“Miss Thorne, it seems you like it hard and you
really
like me deep, well I promise this will be deep but we will take this slow. You need to relax.” He says this as he must’ve noticed every muscle in my back and bottom tense. “Bethany, do you trust me?”

“Yes.” I reply without hesitation.

“And I think it’s safe to say you have more than enjoyed yourself so far, yes?” I nod into the pillow. “Then you have to trust me that you will enjoy this too.” He leans to plant a soft kiss below my ear and I immediately relax. “Good girl.” He sits back, with one hand he rubs the cheeks of my bottom creating a scorching heat and with the other he runs his fingers into my wetness drawing it back up to my other entrance. His finger rubs in the moisture, applying small amounts of pressure. I moan and take a deep breath. This is extremely sensitive, the slightest touch creating an extreme reaction within my body. His lips are again at my ear. “Relax, that’s right, push back against my finger.” I do and the tip enters my body, he begins to move his finger in and out and the feeling of fullness is good, enjoyable even and I push back a little more. He ventures a little deeper and I get the sensation of a million prickles emanating from my core spreading wildly across my body, but that is just his finger, his cock is so much bigger. The thought makes me tremble and I can’t stop, my whole body begins to shudder. “Shhhh” He whispers. “It’s alright, baby, maybe not tonight?” I must visibly relax because he gives a light laugh. “But this feels good doesn’t it?” I turn my head around to try and see his face, he has a wicked grin and I smile.

“Yes, yes it does.” My face instantly flames and I quickly plant it back into to pillow.

He slowly removes his finger and positions his heavy cock again between my sodden, sensitive folds, he pushes slightly against the entrance and I sigh and push back. In truth I’m a little sore but I am also hot and needy. “This is going to be deep and hard and because I’ve been playing with your arse for the last ten minutes it’s not going to last too long either. Just thought I should warn you.” With that he plunges deep, sinking his entire length into me with a groan. I cry out into the pillow. Oh My God he wasn’t lying! That is so fucking deep, he pushes harder and faster hitting the end of my womb again and again. He wraps his hand around the front and strokes my clit in time with each trust sending me higher. My core instantly clenches around him, gripping and I push back to meet each thrust. He reaches to grab my hair fisting it in his grip, pulling my head and arching my back to accommodate this dominant move. He releases pure guttural sounds that vibrate from the back of his throat, the urgency of each demanding thrust and the desperate hold he has on my hips combine to ignite the inevitable explosion within me. This level of ecstasy literally causes my eyes to water and I am thankful that my face is now pressed against the pillow. I know I don’t have a huge frame of reference but I’m thinking crying during sex, not a good thing.

He falls half onto me half onto the bed, his heavy arm drapes across my back and I love the feeling of being trapped by him. Certain there are no stray tears I turn my face to his. He regards me carefully, like I’ve confused him. He is so handsome, flawless. His eyes are again brilliant dark blue and he has the beginnings of stubble that adds a roughness that would not look out of place on a billboard. His skin sparkles with the sheen of sweat that lightly covers his body. His full lips give way to a wide smile which I return.

“Shower?” He doesn’t wait for a response but scoops me in his arms, walks into the bathroom and carefully places me on the marble top next to the sinks.

“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!” I bounce and try to put my hands underneath my bottom. The surface is freezing.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” He quips.

“Yes, but since she doesn’t know who I am most of the time, she doesn’t mind.” Too late I snap my mouth shut. Shit! Where did that come from, way to unload.

“What?” He widens then narrows his eyes as I inwardly curse my big fat mouth.

My laugh sounds fake but I try deflecting all the same. “Nothing, just a really cold surface.” I’m still hopping from one butt cheek to the next trying to distract from my comment. “Can I have a bath?” I look longingly at the bathtub. I can’t help being seduced, it is a large oval free standing white bath with overhanging chrome fittings and it’s deep. A bath with Daniel wrapped around me, well that has to be heaven.

“Sure, but no bubbles. I’ll see if there are any salts; it will help with the soreness.” He can’t be saying sweet things like that or calling me baby. It’s confusing as hell and makes my chest tighten. He starts to run the water and the room quickly fills with steam. He comes to stand between my legs and cups my face. I suddenly feel exposed and my face flushes. “You’re so beautiful when you blush.” He strokes my newly reddened cheeks.

“You are beautiful all the time.” His turn to look uncomfortable. I quickly smile, give a slight shrug and slip off the unit. I slide carefully into the searing hot bath. “Arhhhh, Oh. My. God.” I sink back and let out a dramatic sigh. Daniel climbs in behind me wrapping his long legs around and over mine.

“Well I’m jealous of the bath now. I want to be the only one able to make you make that noise.” He sounds disgruntled and it makes me giggle.

“You are, it’s just I don’t have a bath, haven’t had a bath since I moved out of Sofia’s nearly two years ago. So this is pretty special, but not going to lie, you’re the icing!” I sink into his chest and he wraps his arms around me and holds my breasts.

“Well if taking a bath was always like this, I would definitely forgo the shower in favour of these.” He playfully squeezes my nipples, which in turn happily respond, peaking into taut nubs despite the heat of the bath. I giggle and wriggle my bottom, instantly feeling his erection harden against my back. “You lived with Sofia? What about your family?” I release a deep sigh and close my eyes as his heavenly hands caress my neck; his strong thumbs press and roll with varying pressure around each vertebra up in to my hair.

“I lived with her family for a while, I have some family but you know the saying you can choose your friends but you can’t choose . . .” I can feel him nod. “Well, it’s my mantra, do you mind if we don’t do the twenty question thing? This is kind of perfect and I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Not a problem, it doesn’t matter anyway.” He lets out a deep sigh and stretches. I frown, I am not sure what he means by that but I am pleased he doesn’t pursue his questioning. He tilts my head back and begins to scoop warm water from the slowly running tap and wets my hair. His fingernails gently scrape my scalp causing an involuntary tremble and he begins to massage the shampoo into my hair. He again begins to scoop the clean water to wash out the shampoo, taking extra care that no water runs on to my face. Once he is satisfied I am thoroughly rinsed he kisses my head, then the spot below my ear and on to my neck. I slip around to face him. He takes my breath away, his perfect features and his soft sensual mouth looks too tempting. I lean into kiss his lips but he shifts and I find I am placing my feather kisses along his set jaw. I sigh, his skin is warm and slippery; his body glistens with a film of water, I kiss his chest and I lick the water from his nipple and instantly feel his cock twitch beneath me.

“This is not going to happen baby.” He half chuckles. “You will be too sore, beside it’s already morning, so your nights up!” I must look confused. “I said I would fuck you all night, consider yourself fucked.” He slaps my bottom and lifts me from the bath. I am engulfed by the enormous towel he wraps around me and he methodically dries every inch of my body. Picking me up again he carries me to the bed and crawls in beside me, pulling me back into his arms, his warm naked body aligned perfectly with mine, a perfect fit. I sigh as he kisses my hair.

“Daniel.” I whisper not sure if he is asleep already.

“Yes. ” His voice is soft and it sounds like it is only a matter of minutes before he is.

“Thank you.” I want to say more but at the least I want him to hear this.

“Goodnight Miss Thorne.” I can’t prevent the silent tear escape my eye at the disappointing return of my moniker.