Page 44 of Please Don’t Go (The Midnight Strike #1)

JOSEFINE

“Are you sure?” His voice drops as he inches closer until he’s towering over me.

“Yes,” I voice, a little breathier than I wanted to sound.

Daniel’s eyes darken, and he lifts his hand to my cheek, using his knuckles to caress it. The motion feels far more intimate than I’d like.

Yet, I yearn for more. Crave his fingers to feel me, hold me, squeeze me. The desire for more of him sets alight something in me that rapidly blisters, and I swear if it were possible, I’d be melted in a puddle at his feet.

“Did you see my note?”

“I did…I didn’t think…you meant it.”

“I did. I’ve been dreaming of this,” he thickly says, his knuckles now trailing down to the curve of my jaw, to the crook of my neck, while his other hand gently grips my waist.

“You’ve been dreaming of me?” I inhale deeply when I feel his fingers loosen on my waist and brush over the curve of my hip.

He exhales a heavy breath as he nods. “Every night.”

“I’m sorry.” I wet my dry lips and he tracks the movement. He leans forward, dipping his head until his nose grazes mine.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Those must’ve been some terrible nightmares.”

He loops his arm around my back, the other still caressing my jaw and neck. I softly gasp as he tugs me closer, the callus on his palm scraping my heated skin as he does. If it wasn’t for his erection pressing against my stomach, there’d be no space left between us.

“Does that feel like I’ve been having nightmares, Josefine?” His lips faintly touch mine, and I swear I don’t mean to, but I quiver under the touch.

“No.” I drop my gaze to our pressed bodies, swallowing hard as I study the thick outline of his large bulge tenting his black briefs. Fuck, he’s huge.

I bite the bottom of my lip, contemplating whether this is a line we should cross. He clearly wants this, and I do too, but we just shared things with each other. It’s evident he’s not okay and I don’t want to take advantage of him.

I squeeze my eyes shut before I open them and tip my head to meet his burning stare. “We probably shouldn’t do this.”

He cups the side of my neck; his fingers brush over my back delicately. “Why not?”

“You’re going to regret this and today?—”

“I’m not going to regret this. I want you, Josefine, and I’m tired of pretending like I don’t.” He blows out a heavy breath and skims his fingers down to the band of my thong.

“But today you?—”

“Use me,” he desperately fills, cutting me off so urgently I almost don’t think I heard him right until he repeats it. “Use me. Distract me. I don’t care what you do but use me .”

A heavy weight settles in my throat and sinks down to my stomach. For a moment, just for one fucking moment, I thought this was heading in a different direction. I don’t know why I expected him to…whatever.

He wants a distraction; I’ll be it.

Either way, I want one too.

Standing on my tiptoes, I snake my arms around his neck and crash my lips to his. I don’t go slow or take my time to savor his mouth the way I thought about doing a few seconds ago. He wants a distraction, so I’ll give it to him.

He instantly drops his hand from my cheek and slips it around my back. He hoists me up and I lift my legs around his waist, his palms sliding down to my ass.

I vehemently kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. He meets every harsh stroke of my tongue against his, kissing me just as frenziedly.

I feel like I’ve stepped on a live wire. Every fiber of my body sparks with hot energy. The pit of my stomach coils, my clit pulsing harder, as I feel his hands roam over my ass, drifting between the crack before he grabs the thin string.

He wraps the fabric around his finger and tugs on it, wedging my thong between my pussy lips.

I whimper into his mouth, tensing and having to pause as waves of pleasure ripple all over my body. “Oh, Dan?—”

He swallows the rest of my words as he picks up on the kiss.

His tongue, hot in my mouth, massaging, thrusting, plays with mine as he continues to pull on my thong.

It grazes my clit but doesn’t give me the release I desperately want.

Even as I grind onto his stomach, it does nothing but heighten my need to get off.

I tremble, a shiver wracking my body, causing my head to loll. My mouth slips from his.

I raggedly pant, squeezing my eyes tight before I open them and cup his chin, pushing his head back. He draws out the harsh breath, dark hooded eyes impatient and frustrated that I drew back.

Leaning forward, I brush my lips against his and he parts them as if he’s getting ready to pick up where we left off. “Eat me or fuck off.” I draw his bottom lip between my teeth, nipping it hard before I let go.

He hisses, the muscle on his jaw flexing but he smiles.

It’s lopsided but smug as fuck. “Is that what you want, Josie?” He lets go of the string and slides his fingers down my ass cheeks, curving them inward until they’re gliding over my covered pussy.

His finger coasts over the wet material leisurely, painfully slow.

“Want me to taste you?” My eyes flutter and I don’t realize we’re moving until I’ve opened them again.

“Want me to lick it?” He stops in front of one of the lounge chairs.

“Want me to defile your soaking wet cunt? Is that what you want, Josie?”

I struggle but somehow still manage to nod. “It’s what I need. Do it now.”

He gently sits me down on the chair and crouches in front me, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Say please .”

“Daniel,” I warn, feeling immensely dizzy and like I’ve got a fever. “Don’t start. After all, you said I could use you. This isn’t about you, it’s about me. So make yourself useful.” I snap my fingers. It’s a bit degrading, but he wanted me to use him.

He darkly chuckles and towers over me. I don’t miss the wet stain on his briefs. There’s nothing more I’d love than to suck him off, and I contemplate it, but I’m pushed back and my legs are spread before I can decide.

Daniel hovers over me, placing both hands on either side of my head. His chain dangles over my face then the safety pin grazes my nose. I glance at it, but he grabs it and almost as if he were embarrassed about it, drags it around so that it’s at his back.

“No questions,” he says, reminding me of what I said earlier.

I warily nod, despite wanting to do that. He notices my apprehension and smiles at me, the sheepish look on his face gone, replaced with a smoldering one.

“You’re breathtaking.” His voice is wanton, dripping with need.

I squeeze my thighs, moaning when he drags his lips down to my throat and collarbone, and when he reaches the swell of my breast, I hold my breath.

“Goddamn, Josie.” He inhales a deep breath as if he were memorizing the scent of me.

He drags his tongue over my breast, over my bra, before he bites down on the seam of the cup and pulls it back, exposing my breast.

Daniel tips his head back, staring up at the dark orange almost purple sky and mouths, Fuck . His eyes drop to mine, he slowly shakes his head, he licks his lips, and then he says, “You’re a fucking godsend.”

I sit up on my elbows, smirking. “Praising me doesn’t work.” Oh, it does, I’m certain I’m wetter than before, but I’m desperate to feel him on me.

“No?” he questions innocently, drawing the stiff peak of my nipple into his mouth.

My eyes roll back, head lolling back. “You don’t like getting told you’re a good girl, Josie?

You don’t want to hear that you’re doing a good job?

” He bites my nipple and pays the other the same attention, sucking and biting it but just barely.

“No.” My body breaks out in goose bumps, and a whimper clings to the tip of my tongue as he drags his tongue down my stomach, leaving a wet trail until it’s at the waistband of my thong. “I don’t.”

“Okay.” He shrugs indifferently, and I almost take it back, but I freeze when he drags his tongue further down.

His nose brushes the seam of my pussy over the cotton material, and his tongue flicks ever so gently.

“You won’t care to hear this, but I love how wet you are.

I love how good you’re being for me right now.

How you’ve got your legs spread for me, ready to get your pussy eaten.

And I know you like—no you love this, Josie.

You like being told you’re being a good girl, don’t you? ”

I don’t bother to bite back my moan, and I do it again when he drops to his knees in front of me, wraps his hands around my thighs, pulls the cotton away from my pussy, and swipes his tongue over my slit.

“Oh.” My back bows, my breasts bouncing as I jerk.

“Fine, you don’t have to answer. Either way, I’ll be hearing you scream all about it.” He cockily smirks.

“Righhh—” He lifts his tongue to my clit, circling around it before he flicks his tongue over it repeatedly.

My eyes widen and I lose the ability to breathe.

“Holy shit,” I gasp, jaw dropping when he flicks faster before he comes to an abrupt stop and sucks it.

“Fuck!” I moan loud, thankful the neighbors don’t live too close.

“Oh God…” I whimper, my legs shaking and hips bucking.

He just started. There’s no way I’m about to…my eyes roll to the back of my head, body going still before I spasm. I’m shaking against him as he continues to suck my clit despite it pulsing incessantly.

I’m panting, almost on the verge of tears, because I can’t stop coming. Jesus, fuck. “Daniel, I need…” He thrusts a finger inside me and eases the hold on my clit. “Slow down. Oh God.” I can’t breathe.

“Is that what you want, baby?” He laps me, long and slow. “You want me to slow down?” he taunts teasingly, and I swear he’s smirking, but I don’t know; I can’t bring myself to look.

Wait, did he just call me baby? I must be hallucinating.

Slowly and gently, he slips in his finger again then adds another and curls them just a little until I’m seeing stars.

“Jos, baby, you okay?” He thrusts faster, sucking my clit into his mouth.

Incoherent words tumble out of my mouth. I feel delirious, holy…oh God.

He lifts his head, his mouth glistening, his fingers stroking me in a lazy way. I slouch against the lounge chair, my head heavy and dizzy, and I whine.

I can’t believe I did that.

“Stop looking at me.” I sigh flustered, eyes fluttering.

“I asked you a question,” he condescendingly says.

I drag my fingers through his hair—God, it’s so silky—and he softly groans before he hisses as I fist it. “You know the answer to that.”

“Answer the goddamn question, Josefine. You good?” His voice is gravel, knuckles deep inside me.

I squeeze my eyes tight, grinding my teeth. “Yeah…good.”

He drops his head down to where I want him, breath hot against my clit. He drags his tongue around and over it repeatedly, sucking it hard while his tongue strokes it.

My toes curl and my body shakes from the overwhelming need to come.

“You’re fucking phenomenal. I love the way you listen. Love how responsive your body is to me .”

My walls clench around him. I shouldn’t have liked how that sounded. Why did I like that, and why do I want him to say it again?

He sucks my clit into his mouth fervently.

“Keep doing that, oh God, yeah, don’t stop, Daniel,” I cry out, my voice hoarse. “Don’t…Don’t stop!” I grit, my back arching. I swear my body could levitate right now.

His fingers thrust deeper, getting wet with my arousal. They’re so slick, the noises they make shouldn’t turn me on, but they do. But when he scissors them inside me, hitting a spot I wasn’t sure was possible, my mind goes blank, and everything explodes inside me.

I clench my teeth, my finger scratching his scalp, pulling his hair as he continues to drive into me despite how my pussy clenches around him, pulling them in, refusing to let go.

Moments later, I feel him place a kiss on my pussy before he removes his fingers and covers me back. Through my heavy-lidded eyes, I see him bring them into his mouth, suck them clean, and hum in delight.

I exhale a ragged sigh, feeling spent, but he looks sated as if he’s the one who just came.

Once the high wears off, I sit up, feeling shaky and still breathless. Daniel tenderly smiles at me, lips slightly glossy and swollen, staring at me with so much affection it makes my skin itch.

I’m a distraction to him. That’s what he needed. This meant nothing.

It’s whatever. I needed the distraction too. I got what I wanted.

Sitting up, I draw my eyes below his waist, but he shakes his head. “It’s getting late and we still have a date. You, me, and the couch, remember?”

Right, distraction. I don’t have the right to let it bother me. I agreed.

His brows draw in, studying me. Concern on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“I just came.” I play it off, my voice hoarse but for other reasons.

He doesn’t look convinced, and I know he’s about to push, ask more questions, but I stand and grab my clothes, hating how everything in me shrivels up.

“Tell me about what we’re watching tonight again?”