Danny Read Free Page A

she echoed the sound.
    Dedicated now to getting Danny off, I got up and
straddled his thighs. Again, he moaned, and again Stacey followed
suit. I hadn’t even put my hands back on him yet and he was already
bucking his hips toward me. Knowing how badly he wanted me to touch
him made me hot. Part of me wanted to draw out the suspense, but my
fingers itched to trace the hard lines of his body.
    I gave in, tickling the skin just above the
waistband of his underwear. Before I could dip my fingers under the
elastic, Stacey reached for me, grabbing the back of my head and
pulling me in for a kiss. I slid up Danny’s body and met her
halfway, trying to ignore the fact that I could now feel the tip of
his erection pressing in just the right place. It was clear from
the erratic movement of her tongue in my mouth, and her choppy
breathing, that she was close to coming.
    Stacey coming was an incredible thing to witness.
She was pure beauty laced with a sexiness that would tempt a monk.
Skin glowing with arousal, her body writhed as she teetered on the
edge of release. She broke the kiss, burying her face in my neck,
and tried to speak. “I’m oh...I’m g-gonna...oh gon-na...” She
couldn’t put the sentence together, but she didn’t have to. We all
knew what was happening. I’d seen it a hundred times, but it always
took my breath away.
    “Come for me, baby,” I whispered the words against
her cheek and slid my hands down over the smooth skin of her
stomach to rest on her hips. Her head fell back, and her mouth
opened on a groan of pleasure that audibly caught in her throat.
She froze, muscles tense. For several seconds, the only movement in
the room was the working of Danny’s jaw at the juncture of Stacey’s
thighs.
    And then it happened. Her eyes closed. Her fingers
dug hard into my shoulders. She gasped and undulated in jerky
motions. Even though her mouth was still open, no sound escaped.
Then her body shook and she collapsed against me, resting her head
against my chest.
    “Damn.” Her curse was breathy and loaded with sexual
satisfaction.
    “Mmm-hmm,” I answered, stroking her silky hair. I
would never get tired of watching her orgasm.
    After a few moments, she slid off Danny and landed
in a lazy heap at his side. He put one arm behind his head and used
the other to tuck her against him.
    Just like he used to do with me.
    That undefinable pang was back, constricting my
chest and making it hard to breathe. I pawed at the area over my
heart, trying to rub the tightness away. Danny must have thought I
was fondling myself or something, because his expression brightened
with excitement, and he lifted his hips against mine. Warmth
flooded my pussy. I was sure when I moved there would be a wet spot
on the red cotton material beneath me and prayed no one would
notice. There would be no denying how much I wanted Danny inside me
if either of them noticed that.
    Before I could lose my nerve, I backed up until I
was once again sitting over his thighs. No more interruptions--it
was Danny’s turn for sure, now. Rather than tempting him like I had
planned before Stacey’s big moment, I got straight down to
business, practically yanking Danny’s boxer-briefs down and freeing
his cock. It slapped against his stomach, thick and pulsing.
    Stacey looked on with a glazed, heavy-lidded,
after-sex look.
     
    I gripped it, alternating between squeezing and
loosening my hold. Pre-cum beaded at the tip and I thumbed it,
spreading it around. He sucked in a breath, which I took as my cue
to really begin. With slow, languid motions, I stroked up and down,
letting my hand glide over the smooth skin. The movement wouldn’t
get him off, I knew; Danny needed more friction than that. But it
was a good way to tease him, keeping him aroused without letting
him finish.
    I could tell by the way the muscles of his thighs
were alternating between tense and relaxed that he wanted so badly
for me to squeeze a little harder, stroke a little faster.