Claimed, p.21
Claimed, page 21
Chapter 9
Sydney
I followed Dane out of the pub, only to realize that it had gotten chilly now. The nip in the air had just crept up on us, or maybe I was just shivering from all the emotions rushing through my veins. I was in a sort of daze. Leo had hugged me, too tightly, and I’d nearly melted in his arms. Then he had walked right off and to the group of women in the other corner.
I’d watched the way those women greeted him. How he was quick to place a hand on one of their waists. The one with the thick blond curls and tiny breasts. I’d remained standing there for a few moments, watching them as Leo flirted with her, with the others too. No doubt they were paying him compliments and he was lapping it up. The blond girl even nuzzled her face into his shoulders, she had been drinking. Leo took it in his stride and responded with an arm on her bare shoulders.
In that moment I had felt like someone punched me in the gut. I couldn’t believe that Leo would just forget about me in a matter of seconds. I felt like the center of his world when he was talking to me, and in the next instance he was gone.
I couldn’t be sure if Dane knew what was going on. How angry and upset I felt. We were both just standing outside with our drinks in our hands in silence.
“You’re shivering. Unfortunately, I don’t have a coat to give you,” I heard him say after a while and I shook my head.
“I’m fine,” I said hoarsely, just as a soft breeze blew into my face and ruffled my hair. The pub barely had any lights outside and our small town streets were entirely empty by now. Only the recorded music inside could be heard. I sensed Dane looking at me. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want him to see how emotional I was.
“Sydney…” he said in a soft voice, and I knew he’d seen the envy in my eyes. I was embarrassed and I snapped at him again.
“I’m fine, Dane. You can leave if you want to,” I said and he closed his mouth.
The next moment, the door of the pub opened, and a stream of light from inside spilt out. We both looked and saw Leo walking out, with his arm around the blond woman he was flirting with earlier. I couldn’t hold it back, my mouth fell open as I watched them. The girl was unsteady on her feet but clinging to Leo.
“Hey guys! I’m just taking Melissa here back to her hotel room,” Leo said and the woman drunkenly burst into laughter. Leo laughed too. He didn’t seem to care, or even know what he was doing to me. In his books, I was just a friend to him.
Dane and I were silent but staring at them, walking away in each others arms. We could hear them laughing and talking loudly in the dark. I could do nothing else but stare.
“He was quick,” Dane said finally, once the two of them had disappeared out of sight. I gulped and looked at him. My eyes were strained. I was harboring such hopes for tonight. I had managed to convince myself that Leo did actually want me. That his reason for inviting me to his gig was more than just for the music.
“He’s always quick,” I said to Dane and he placed his drink on the pub’s patio ledge.
“You seem to be keeping a track of his social life,” he said and I rolled my eyes and looked away. Dane looked like he was mocking me and I suddenly felt a surge of anger towards him.
“And you’re very nosey!” I snapped and he held his hands up defensively.
“Just making an observation,” he said and stepped closer to me.
“You shouldn’t be hung up on him, you know?” he added in a softer voice and I jerked my head up to look at him. This dashing, rich, successful man…what did he know about being infatuated with someone? He could obviously have anyone he chose to.
“You don’t know anything about me, Dane!” I said and took a few steps back.
“Who gave you the idea that I’m hung up on him? Leo is a friend, we’ve known each other for three years. I came to the pub for a drink and you’re here on vacation,” I said. Only later did I realize that the whole speech didn’t necessarily make complete sense.
Dane was standing and staring at me silently, with a soft grin forming on his face.
“You’re right. I don’t know you. I shouldn’t have presumed you have a thing for him,” he said.
“I don’t,” I said, in a much louder voice.
Our eyes were locked. My nostrils were flared and my shoulders were heaving. I was worked up while Dane was calm.
“Okay, then prove it,” he said and arched an eyebrow at me. His sharp chiseled jaw stuck out, while his dark eyes were focused on my face.
“Prove it how?” I said, looking confused. I knew I wasn’t thinking straight.
“I don’t know. Prove me wrong,” he said, and I gulped.
“Fine!” I said and with my shoulder, I shoved him aside and marched past him. Dane followed me, as I walked towards the beach deliberately. It would be deserted now. The sand would be sparkling and we’d be all alone. I had no problem proving that I didn’t have feelings for Leo. Dane would see that he was completely wrong about me.
Chapter 10
Dane
I wasn’t sure what Sydney had in mind in proving me wrong, but I followed her anyway. Of course I was going to follow her! I was at the pub for her. I was jealous of Leo and now finally I had her all to myself.
She led me to the beach, walking ahead quickly in her sandals. I followed her, keeping a few feet of distance between us with my hands in my pockets. I watched the way her butt moved in her jeans. She had shapely curves, the kind I wanted to hold as I drove into her. She had said or done nothing specifically to turn me on, but I was turned on by her nonetheless.
The breeze was stronger here, and it blew her hair wayward. My shirt was flapping too and I knew we would have to talk loudly to make our voices heard. The beach was dark and deserted, and she kept walking ahead with purpose. Like she was on a quest to find some kind of treasure.
All of a sudden, she stopped and turned to me. I stopped too and shrugged my shoulders.
“What? How is this proving anything?” I asked her and she jutted her chin out.
“I’ll prove it by kissing you,” she said and crossed her arms over her breasts. I couldn’t help but smile. She was going to kiss me? That wasn’t something I expected from her. I assumed she would do anything to avoid kissing me. I wondered if she was drunk. She had been drinking, but she wasn’t behaving tipsy in any way.
“You’re going to kiss me?” I said and she clenched her jaw.
“If I have feelings for Leo, kissing someone else would be out of the question,” she said and I took in a deep breath. Of course, she wasn’t making any sense but who was I to deny Sydney Turner her interest in kissing me. This was what I’d wanted all along, to feel her mouth on mine.
“Sure, kiss me then,” I said, and Sydney took a step towards me. We had our eyes on each other, hers were brown and wide. Her hair was fluttering in the breeze around her face. Her blouse had dipped down and I could see her cleavage and I licked my lips.
Her gaze fell from my eyes to my lips. She was contemplating what to do. If it was up to me, I would have pulled her into my arms and pinned her to the ground and kissed her everywhere. But this was her journey, and her idea.
“Go on, kiss me Sydney, prove it,” I said, smiling challengingly at her. She was still undecided. Still staring at me. Our bodies were close together now, merely a few inches apart. I could have reached out and kissed her myself, but I wanted to give her time.
I watched as she gulped, studied my lips, my chin, and then her gaze swung back to my eyes. What was she wondering about? What was she deciding?
My body worked without thinking. My hand reached out to the back of her neck and in the same motion, I’d pulled her to myself. Our lips met, while her body crashed on mine. I allowed myself to free fall and fell back with her in my arms. But we were kissing already. There was no escaping that.
I felt myself sink in the sand a little as she lay over me. Our lips were pressed together, our breaths mingling. I used my tongue to part her lips as I explored her mouth. She was sweet and tasted of peppermints, and I couldn’t get enough of the texture of her soft luscious lips. My fingers weaved through her hair while she grabbed my shirt in her fists and tugged. She was kissing me back aggressively, just as viciously as I was kissing her.
We only knew each other for a day, but we had somehow managed to get on each others nerves. Or rather, I had got on hers and it was like now she was taking her revenge out on me. She was panting for breath, moaning softly in my mouth as we kissed.
My hands travelled instinctively, down her back. I could feel the buttery smoothness of her silk blouse, till I found the bottom hem and I slid my hand under it. Sydney arched her back, just a little bit, but neither of us stopped kissing. I bit her bottom lip and tugged at it, and she winced passionately, before covering my mouth with hers again.
My hands were on her skin, I could feel the fabric of her bra strap. The goosebumps on her skin. With the same hand, I undid her bra and she still said nothing. Didn’t push me away. This was supposed to be a kiss, but I wanted more now. Now that I had the chance, I was going to have Sydney.
Her bra fell away, but she was still fully clothed and on top of me. Our lips were still pressed together but our breaths were heavy. We were both panting. I finally moved my head, and she stopped kissing me. She must have felt the movement in my pants, my throbbing erect cock which was already ready for her.
With her darkened brown eyes, Sydney stared down at me, our faces still centimeters apart.
“This doesn’t prove anything,” I said and we stared at each other. I knew I was smiling, but she wasn’t. I thought she was going to get up and leave. Instead, she straightened herself above me. With me still under her, she started undoing her blouse. She lifted it up, over her head and flung it aside. Then her loosened bra came off and I didn’t have to imagine the color of her nipples any more. They were pink and stiff and facing me.
Sydney Turner was full of surprises.
Chapter 11
Sydney
Dane looked surprised for a few moments, while I sat on him with my bare breasts thrust out. Then his eyes softened and he lifted himself. With his eyes still on me, he opened his mouth to stick his tongue out. I gulped as I watched him lick my left nipple. It was sensitive to the touch. I was wet already and that made me wince.
Dane licked again, and this time his hand reached out for my right breast, which he squeezed gently. I arched my back because I wanted more. My hands were on his chest now, undoing his buttons, and Dane started sucking. His mouth on my breast was an explosive feeling. I could feel my body vibrating to the rhythm of his movements as he rocked me in his arms. He was holding me up.
Under my parted legs. Just under where my wetness was throbbing and yearning for him, I could feel his cock. Even through his jeans, I could tell that he was big. My hands travelled down from his chest to the button on his jeans. Dane was still sucking, flicking my nipple with his tongue, while I undid his pants and tried sliding them down.
To my surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock sprung out. I was right. He was already hard, and throbbing and big and I stroked him gently while his mouth remained stuck to my nipple. With his other hand, Dane clutched my waist and I heard him groan while I stroked him.
I wasn’t thinking of anything else. Not of Leo, not of who might see us, not of who Dane was. All I wanted in that moment was him inside me. I moved, making my impatience apparent to him, and he finally pulled away from my breast.
“I have to make sure you’re ready,” he said, and his hand found its way into my jeans. He didn’t undo it, just slid his hand in till he found the wetness between my legs. I gasped when he stroked me there, just gently at first till his fingers started moving fast. He wanted to see how wet I was, and that was only making me wetter.
Dane’s other hand reached out and clasped a bunch of my hair. He yanked my face upright gently so that I had no other choice but to look at him. His dark eyes were even darker now. His lips were set in a firm line. He had clenched his jaw tightly, like he was in deep concentration. While his other hand worked away, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.
A loud moan suddenly escaped my lips. I knew I would come just like that, without even having him inside me. Dane smiled and pulled his hand out. He undid my jeans and slid it down my legs, just to my knees and I had to move my legs before they could come off fully.
The cool night breeze on my bare legs calmed me a little, but I was still burning up for him. Dane remained on the sand, with his jeans at his ankles and his cock throbbing and hard for me.
“Come over here,” he said hoarsely and I moved closer to him, afraid of what would happen if his cock touched me. But Dane had no patience. He grabbed me by my waist and with his full strength he lifted me up and slid me down. With no warning. I wasn’t prepared for the sensation of having his cock sliding into me.
I gasped as I felt it. His cock inside me, pushing between my wet folds inch by inch till he was fully in. His whole length. I grabbed his shoulders as he looked up at me. Both our eyes were focused on each others faces. My breasts were free and dangling over his face. He lifted me up again, and I felt him sliding out.
Dane was gaining rhythm, rocking me, supported by his hands on my waist so that I could ride him. I was shy at first, unsure of what he wanted from me, but soon enough we had gained a rhythm. I bounced on him, he was deep inside me and my breasts bounced too. I moaned and he grunted with every thrust. Dane was big and tight inside me and I could feel him all the way in, at the spot that needed just a little more coaxing to send my mind soaring.
Dane wasn’t even close to exhaustion. He kept thrusting, using his waist to push himself deep into me and I felt his cock sliding in and out of me. His eyes flitted, from my face to my breasts. He was pushing me closer and closer to the edge, till I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I’m going to come, Dane, I’m going to come,” I said in a sudden panic and his hands found my face. My cheeks were pressed between his palms and he lowered my face closer to him. He had quickened his pace, pumping into me and making me bounce out of control. He was bigger than anyone I had before, stronger and a better lover than any man who came before him, and it was so easy for him to make me orgasm…
I exploded. Loudly. My toes curled and my back arched as I came with screaming moans. My hands flew up to my breasts and I threw my head back with pleasure while he continued to thrust into me. Only moments later I felt him release as well. He was emptying himself into me. Deep inside me where I could still feel him.
My body jolted and shook as my orgasm came to a quiet exhilarating end. Dane was still holding me and rocking me gently, till it was finally over. I was exhausted and confused and unsure of what I’d done but when I looked back at him, he was smiling.
Chapter 12
Dane
Sydney didn’t look pleased, and very soon after we were done, she moved and stood up. I was still lying on the sand, half dressed with my jeans at my ankles, when she started pulling her pants up. I quickly got on my feet as well. I didn’t want to be the only one naked. Even for me, this was too quick for after-sex actions.
Sydney wasn’t saying anything and I didn’t know what to say either. Was she angry with me because we had sex? She went looking for her blouse which she’d flung away from her before and she walked back towards me, while pulling it down her torso. I was back to being dressed now and I stood looking at her, still trying to keep the smile on my face in place. Trying to deny how explosive that sex just was.
“I hope things can be fine between us,” I said to her, breaking the ice. Sydney jerked her head to look at me, with her eyes narrowed and her brows crossed. As though she was surprised to hear my voice.
“Of course. Already forgotten,” she said, as she smoothened her hair.
“Well, I didn’t mean so soon. There’s no need to forget it. I just hope we can be civil,” I said and Sydney eyed me threateningly.
“You’re a guest in my house. I would like to forget this ever happened. It was a slip-up, a moment of foolish thinking,” she said and I nodded my head.
“Of course, and I’ll completely understand if you want me to leave,” I added and Sydney looked away from me, to adjust the buckles on her sandal straps.
“I don’t want to force you to leave. You can leave if you like, but as long as we can be civil like you said, I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t enjoy your vacation here,” she said and I laughed.
“I have been enjoying it very well so far,” I said, but Sydney only flushed to a bright red and looked away. Her nostrils were still flared and she was refusing to look at me. I couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or angry.
“That was probably inappropriate. I promise, from this moment, I’ll forget all about it and carry on as usual,” I said, still smiling. The more I looked at her, the harder it was going to be for me to forget it. That sex was good. It was probably too good. Sydney had a hidden talent of making me lose control, that she clearly didn’t know about.
She didn’t find what I said funny, instead she huffed and turned from me.
“Goodnight, Dane. Your key is under the red pot on the porch. You can come and go as you please,” she said, already walking away from me. I wanted to tell her that we could walk together, but I stopped myself in time. Since when do I return home willingly, in full senses, with a woman? We were going to have to sleep in the same house, just a few feet away from each other. This could get very awkward. Especially because of the way I was feeling.
“Goodnight Sydney, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” I called after her, but she didn’t turn to look at me again. Instead, she left me standing on the beach by myself.
Unlike her, I wasn’t angry or embarrassed. I was simply confused. It wasn’t like I hadn’t participated in quickies before, and I’d met women in the past to whom sex was just a natural accompaniment to life. What was different with Sydney, was that I was the one yearning to talk to her after sex. While she had simply walked away, after proclaiming that she was going to forget about it. For the first time, I was on the other side of the fence.
