Dangerously Safe (3 page)

The steam brought the floral scent of Hannah’s hair to his nose, and his dick twitched. Damn. Everything about her turned him on.

“Hannah.” His voice came out too soft, and he almost couldn’t hear it over the pulsating water.

She either hadn’t heard or ignored him because in the next moment, she took as much of his length as she could into her mouth and hummed. The vibrations rocked him to the point his balls grew painfully hard.

No woman had ever taken him into her mouth and made noises like he was the most delicious thing they’d tasted before. He glanced at Hannah’s face only to see her eyes roll back before they closed, and she made the sound of appreciation again. His dick teetered on the edge of exploding.

Hannah sucked in, hollowing her cheeks before pulling back to allow his length to slide out again. Every once in a while she’d graze his skin with her teeth. It should have been painful, yet the added sensation drove the building pressure inside to intensify.

She kept the rhythm strong and steady for was most likely only minutes, but it felt like an eternity to Chris. Every ounce of his being fought the urge to fill her mouth with cum.

Hannah shifted, dug her fingers into his ass cheeks, and deep throated his cock taking the entire thing into her mouth. His legs threatened to give out. How the hell did she know how to do that?

The thought of her giving other guys the same treatment ripped through his consciousness, and he pulled back, making a loud popping noise as his dick slid free from the suction of her lips. His grip tightened on the shower curtain rod, and he squeezed his eyes shut. The thought of Hannah screwing around with other guys over the years had been hard enough. It drove him nuts being the one secretly in love with his best friend, but now that she was with him he hadn’t expected the feelings of jealousy to come on so powerfully.

Her eyes looked moist, and she blinked several times as she looked up at him. It had to be the water from the shower. He couldn’t handle the thought of making her cry.

“Damn it, Hannah. I don’t want to come yet.”
Yeah. That was it
. He was really pulling away for her.

“I don’t mind,” she murmured, a slight smile spreading across her face. “It’s kind of a turn-on.”

She moved to wrap her hand around his dick again, but he caught it just in time. He pulled her up, wrapped his arms around her, and skillfully undid her bra with the flick of his fingers. Even though he could count the number of women he’d been with over the years on one hand, he’d made sure he’d learned a trick or two in efficiency and pleasure.

As he moved away to slide the bra straps down, she crossed her arms while avoiding his gaze. He frowned.

“It’s … weird, Chris. I’m embarrassed to be naked in front of you.” Her neck and cheeks flushed pink.

He barked out a laugh. “Seriously?” He paused to lower his head and look her straight in the eyes. “Maybe you’re not ready for this. Maybe we should hold off, honey.”

Hannah’s eyebrows drew together, and she shook her head. “Now, Chris. I want this now.”

She angled back just enough to slip her bra off and then threw herself against his chest. He would have laughed at how rushed and frantic she’d looked, but the feel of her pebbled nipples along with the soft, ample mounds of her breasts sliding against his slick chest knocked any objections he’d had out of his head. When she hopped up and wrapped her legs around his waist pressing the soft curls around her pussy into his abdomen, he considered it a miracle he didn’t blow his load and his mind right then and there.

Hannah had driven him crazy his entire life, and now he could have her. He wanted her. He needed her.

She cried out when he dug his hands into her hips and slammed her back against the shower wall. He pressed his chest into hers, holding her there while he worked his hand underneath her thigh so he could move her thong to the side and then slid his dick to her opening. The heat coming out of her cunt guided his hand as he navigated with his cock. Son of a bitch. Her heat felt like a fucking inferno in the already hot shower.

He pushed into her opening just an inch, and her vaginal walls clenched onto the tip of his penis causing the most exquisite suctioning sensation. The next inch only got better. By the fifth inch, he gritted his teeth before slamming the rest of his erection into her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulder as she whimpered his name.

God, she sheathed him so tightly it created the perfect friction. His limited experience with other girls hadn’t been even close to the intense stimulation that came from screwing Hannah. For the first time since he lost his virginity, his mind scrambled to distract his threatening orgasm. All he could think about was how amazing it felt be fucking his best friend.

“Jesus, Hannah. Why the fuck did we wait so long to do this?”

She shook her head and gasped as he drove hard into her over and over again while the sound of slapping skin reverberated in the shower. He took advantage while Hannah wasn’t watching him and angled back just enough to watch her tits jiggle with each impact. Those tight pink nipples pointed upwards, begging to be sucked, but she closed the distance between their bodies once again before he could make a move.

Even her shyness didn’t take away from the growing tension in his groin. He was going to come before she was done. There was no way he wanted that to happen.

He thrust his dick as deep as he could, ran his hand down her legs and back up again while counting backwards from ten. It wasn’t working.

“What’s wrong?” Her breathy voice sounded sexy as hell.

The water pounded against his skin and helped slow his pulse. “Nothing. Except you’ve got me so turned on I’m close to coming. There’s no way in hell you’re not coming first.”

Her eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip. “It’s okay. You can finish. I’m okay, really.”

“Are you crazy? I’d be a fucking fool not to take advantage of getting to watch you come. If I’m lucky, I’ll get to watch you over and over again.” Heat rushed to his face before he said, “After this time. This is gonna be a one-timer. But only for starters.”

A laugh caught in her throat, and she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck to kiss the tip of his chin. She nuzzled his neck while she rocked her hips. He tightened his grip.

“Fuck, Hannah. You feel incredible.”

She clenched her thighs, pushed up against the wall and slammed down on his dick, rocking his balls, and the climb to his climax began to sprint to the finish line.

“Damn it, Hannah. I’m coming,” he growled.

She closed her eyes and let him take over. He pushed his hands underneath her knees to spread her legs as wide as possible and pounded in and out until his climax burst throughout his body, sparking a blitz of pleasure to every nerve so intense he had to grit his teeth and growl. The primal yell he wanted to let loose would have scared the shit out of her.

He let his body pin hers to the shower wall. Her arms and legs went limp and still. The feel of her heartbeat against his chest took the relaxation he’d just had from his release to another level so that he wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for hours.

Then she stirred against him, her nipples sliding against his chest, and blood rushed to his dick again. Son of a bitch.

He moved his hands to her hips, let her legs slide down and held them there until she felt steady on her feet. She avoided looking at him while she tried to cover her chest with her arms, but he caught her hands and pinned them against the tile wall next to her head. Her eyes snapped up.

“Don’t do that. We’re not done yet.”

“But—”

He pressed his lips against hers and moaned when she tried to shift to the side. Their wet bodies created the most erotic friction. His dick was at full attention again. She stopped moving and moaned when he pressed it against her hip.

“It’s time for you, now, Hannah,” he whispered before shutting off the water, stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel and holding it open in an invitation to her.

Her hands were covering her front again. What the hell? He’d seen her in bikinis that were barely bigger than Band-Aids and string. She was suddenly shy?

Avoiding his eyes, she slipped as she stepped over the edge of the tub and practically threw herself into the towel. He folded it around her, and she grabbed the edges in her fists, pulling it as tight as she could around her body.

Oh shit.
She regretted screwing around with him. It felt like a brick landed in his gut. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him.

“Hannah. What’s the matter? You’re never this … shy with me. What the hell’s wrong?” He didn’t really want to know the answer, but he couldn’t live without it.

She sniffed and buried her face in his neck. “I don’t know, Chris. It’s you, you know? I feel so … exposed. It shouldn’t be this way, right?”

The brick sank lower. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed with his hands up and down. What was he supposed to do?

Hannah pulled back and looked at the floor. “Maybe I should get going.”

The brick ignited into flames, and his stomach burned in fear. Now that he finally had Hannah in his bed, he didn’t want to lose her. He couldn’t let her walk out. There had to be a way past the wall she’d slammed up. He’d deal with why she’d slammed it up later.

“No. We’ve been drinking. You’re not driving. Come on.” He took her hand and blew out a breath when she didn’t resist following him into his bedroom.

He turned on the light and moaned. Hell, he wished he’d taken the time to clean up. He hadn’t known this was going to happen, but from now on, he would make sure his clothes made it into one pile instead of several scattered all over. And the empty beer bottles lining the nightstand and dresser just looked sad.

He cleared his throat. “So, obviously I wasn’t expecting company. Sorry ‘bout the mess in here.”

She snorted. “I’ve seen it much worse, Chris. Everyone knows you’re a freakin’ slob in your room.”

Heat rose to his neck, but he couldn’t feel too embarrassed. If she was teasing him, then she wasn’t completely freaked out over what they’d just done.

He strolled to the bed, grabbed handfuls of clothing and tossed them towards the farthest corner of the room. She still avoided making eye contact, and he put his hands on his hips.

“Hannah. Seriously? We’ve known each other forever. You don’t have to be self-conscious in front of me. You’re beautiful.”

Pink flushed to her cheeks. She shuffled to the bed and sat down on the edge still clutching the towel.

“When I’m with some guy I don’t know, it’s somehow easier. I don’t worry about how I look. I know we’re both there to get off and go our separate ways.” She bit the inside of her right cheek. “God, that sounds so bad. I’m pretty fucked up. But you knew that already.”

“Do you trust me?”

She glanced at him. “What?”

“I asked you if you trust me, Hannah.”

She didn’t answer right away and bit her cheek again. “You know I do, Chris.”

He went to his closet, slid the door aside, pulled out a tie and settled behind her on the bed. “I’m going to make you stop thinking about yourself and just feel. Are you okay with that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you sure you trust me?”

She nodded slowly and tried to turn to face him, but he grabbed her shoulders to hold her still. “I need you to just focus on what you feel. This is going to help you.”

Hannah let out a tiny yelp as he blindfolded her with his tie.

The room spun when Chris covered her eyes with his tie. She couldn’t move. Why the hell wasn’t she stopping him?

He placed his hands on her shoulders and eased her back onto the bed. His rough, warm hands sent pulses of pleasure to the sensitive cluster of nerves between her legs. 

From the second she saw him stroking himself in the shower, her body responded in ways that surprised her. It’s not like she’d been with a ton of guys. She’d only let it appear that way when she let one walk her to her car or take her home. Very few ever made it into her bed, and they never visited more than once.

She’d been comfortable with that. Now she’d been naked. With Chris. And even though she was totally turned on, the self-conscious urge to cover up came on strong.

She’d even cried in the shower as he screwed her with an intensity she thought could only be found being faked in movies or in romance novels. Chris stirred a dormant part of her that was not only addictive, but it was also terrifying.

Now he wanted to play trust games with a blindfold. She was curious. It might have been the alcohol or maybe she was a little kinky inside, but it was enough to make her suppress the urge to stop him. If she didn’t enjoy it, she’d just rip the thing off and make a run for it.

Yes. It came down to pleasure, right?

But as his breath grazed her ear and he whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful, Hannah,” she knew that wasn’t likely to happen.

There was a tug on the towel, and her hands tightened on it. He chuckled and pulled again while he nibbled her neck. She let it slide over her skin and heard it rustle to the floor quickly followed by her wet panties. Her skin covered in goose bumps as the cool air prickled against her damp skin.