WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT
This chapter is dedicated to Udjat. In a moment of infinitely shortsighted wisdom, I remarked that the sex scene in her fanfic was "tame" considering its source. That put me in the unfortunate position of having to get a bit freaky lest I appear to be a hypocrite. This chapter is unapologetically pure porn. Those who are clean minded may want to skip this chapter in its entirety. It truly does nothing to further the story. Special thanks to JDonne for her expert assistance with the steamy Italian used in this chapter.
Inadmissible
Chapter Four
Lexi unlocked the door to her spacious apartment and they stepped inside. As she hung his coat in the hall closet, Danny quickly took in his surroundings without saying a word until he noticed a painting of a large magnificently colored heart hanging on the wall outside her bedroom.
"You paint that?" he asked, sounding impressed.
"No," Lexi responded. "I bought it at a gallery in L.A. I don't know anything about art, but this piece really captured my attention. The artist originally wanted to become a professional athlete and when that didn't happen, he had to look within himself to find his other talents. Turns out he is also a gifted actor, painter, musician and writer. The painting serves as a reminder to me that whenever I come home hating my job, I am not locked into this profession forever. I, too, can focus on other talents and find something else to be passionate about."
"Hmmm … real inspiring," Danny muttered. "Is this why you brought me here?"
"Definitely not," she said with a naughty grin as she stepped into his solid body pushing him gently against the wall, while being careful not to disturb the painting.
Danny looked surprised at how quickly she was coming onto him, but briefly returned her grin before pressing his lips tentatively against hers. His lips were soft, though slightly dry, as if he licked them habitually.
Lexi returned Danny's kiss with a firmness that left no question in his mind as to how far she might be willing to go tonight. His lips parted and their tongues met. Underneath the taste of alcohol, Lexi detected something else. Did Danny smoke? She had never kissed a smoker before and had never really wanted to, having heard it likened to licking an ashtray. But as her tongue explored Danny's mouth with mounting fervor, the distant taste of smoke hidden behind the alcohol and behind … breath mints … aw, he must have anticipated this kiss and slipped a mint into his mouth while she wasn't looking, how cute … was oddly arousing. It gave this sexy lab geek a bad-boy edge that, in this instant, excited her immensely.
Suddenly, their hands were everywhere. Lexi placed her hands firmly on each side of his perfectly sculpted cheek bones, then began her journey downward over the light stubble that graced his jaw, his strong shoulders which bulged with thick muscles that were easily felt through his shirt, and his washboard-like abdominal muscles before wrapping her arms around his trim waist. She ran her hands down his strong back until they found his flawlessly round ass, which she groped tightly. Her hands remained there for a while as the intensity of their kisses increased at a feverish pace. She couldn't even keep track of where his hands were. In her hair. Down her shoulders. Across both breasts. Down her back. Over her ass. Now she finally caught up with him. One hand was feeling her crotch through her dress, while the other was wrapped tightly around her back pulling her into him.
Lexi hastily began unbuttoning Danny's white dress shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He was wearing a clingy, sleeveless white undershirt of the white-beater variety. She thought only the fat, hairy, Budweiser-guzzling losers with outstanding warrants featured on "Cops" wore those. She now stood corrected. In fact, on further inspection, it would have been a crime for Danny to wear anything else. His large, supremely well defined shoulders and biceps begged to be exposed. She noticed a tattoo on the side of his right shoulder and let her mouth slide off his and down his neck. He wore a strong, musky smelling cologne … Moschino Uomo, perhaps.
As Lexi showered Danny with kisses all over his neck, taking in everything about the way he smelled and the warm, sweet taste of his skin, Danny unzipped the back of Lexi's dress allowing it to fall to the floor next to his shirt. His hands made quick work of her bra-strap and it hit the floor in an instant. Danny's wife-beater was soon to follow.
Within ten minutes of entering her apartment, they stood nearly naked outside Lexi's bedroom door frantically making out. Lexi wore only a skimpy black thong, but Danny still had his pants on. Intent on equalizing that, Lexi unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly with one hand, while allowing her free hand to find its way inside his pants. To her pleasant surprise, her hand met not the soft cottony feel of boxers she had expected, but a course handful of pubic hair and the smooth warmth of his manliness. A brief second of confusion gave way to overwhelming excitement. Holy shit, the guy went commando! Lexi had been around the block a few times and back in her lifetime, but she had never encountered this before. Heard of it, yes. Encountered it herself, no. She stopped kissing him just long enough to look up at him questioningly.
"Ran out of clean laundry," Danny explained with a smile.
She didn't believe him. "Liar," she teased.
Danny was full of surprises - from the taste of smoke on his breath, to the tattoo on his arm and the lack of underwear. When they began kissing, Lexi had assumed tonight would be full of the intoxicating passion that comes with brand-new-lover sex, but would be otherwise uneventful. Run of the mill, strictly missionary position kind of sex. She was now rethinking this. Danny definitely had an unforeseen naughty side and just might be into something a little freakier. She was willing to bet he had his fair share of interested women to choose from. Never one to shy away from a calculated risk, Lexi decided that if she hoped to keep Danny's interest, she would have to seize this opportunity to set herself apart from the rest of the pack.
Danny's hand had found its way inside her thong and he began fingering her wetness as he ran his tongue across her breasts and down her flat, firm stomach. He tugged her thong off as he kneeled on the floor in front of her and slowly maneuvered his arms between her legs.
"Like what you've done down here," he commented, appreciatively taking in her fairly extreme Brazilian wax job. She sported only a small triangle of hair over the pubic mound, but kept herself otherwise waxed bare. He seemed to like that as he kept surveying the area intermittently while expertly tracing small circles over her clitoris with his tongue. He began moving his fingers in and out of her, while his tongue continued to please her. The scruff of facial hair on his chin was tickling her in just the right way. Although Lexi leaned against the wall for support, the room began spinning and her knees felt as if they were about to give out.
"Bedroom … now," was about all she could manage to get out in between her moans of pleasure. Danny rose from his knees and effortlessly lifted her legs up around his waist, carrying her into the bedroom. In this position, she could feel him against her opening and she ached to have him inside her. Danny sensed this and backed away ever so slightly as he laid her on back.
Lexi sat up and rolled over on top of Danny, pushing him down on the bed underneath her.
"So, Danny, do you have your handcuffs and gun on you?" she asked.
"Right now, you're the only thing on me," he answered teasingly.
"You know what I meant. Do you have your handcuffs and gun with you?" she clarified.
He took a moment to study her face for any indication that she was kidding. She was not, so he cautiously responded, "They're in my coat. We can play with the 'cuffs if you want, but the gun needs to remain holstered."
Feigning disappointment, Lexi ran to retrieve the 'cuffs from Danny's coat. She returned a minute later to find that he had removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand.
"The glasses stay on," she demanded.
"They'll fall off," he objected.
"No, they won't. I'll go easy on you," she countered.
"No, you won't," he continued to object.
She had only one thing on her mind and it wasn't arguing with Danny over his glasses, so she let it go.
"Hands above your head," Lexi instructed.
Danny complied and she snapped the handcuffs around his wrists, attaching them to the headboard of the bed, as she kissed him slowly and gently on the neck. Wondering if he spoke Italian, she whispered, "Desidero a vaffunculo come un animale" in his ear. Although this remark was way beyond crude, his face registered no reaction whatsoever, so she could only conclude that he did not.
As Lexi's lips began their slow decent down the front of Danny's naked body, he said, "Are you sure this is such a good idea? I don't know if I trust you."
"Yeah, Mac told me you've got good instincts. Perhaps you should have followed them," she said teasingly as she intentionally bit one of his nipples just a little harder than he would have expected. She figured he would yelp with pain or say, "Ouch." He didn't. He looked down at her with a smile that said, "I'm game."
Lexi ran her fingers across his very light fluff of sandy brown chest hair and slowly slid her tongue down the entire length of his washboard stomach. Once she reached her destination, she cupped both testicles in one hand and began softly massaging them as she gently stroked his penis with the other hand. The good Lord had been very, very kind to Danny in this department. She should have guessed though; his feet looked enormous.
She lightly traced the tip of his penis with her tongue and he moaned slightly. She continued to stroke him as she wrapped her lips around his throbbing erection, her lips sliding easily all the way down to the base. He moaned appreciatively and looked a little surprised that she was able to take in his entire length. There were many things in life that Lexi was good at, but for some reason, this is where her strongest talents lie. She knew how to give a fantastic blowjob and loved doing it.
Danny tried to play it cool at first, but within minutes was groaning loudly and constantly, so much so that it was actually becoming a bit distracting. Lexi expertly worked Danny into a frenzy, bring him to the very edge, and then slowly removed him from her mouth.
"That was … that was amazing," he said somewhat breathlessly. "Uncuff me."
"No," she responded simply.
Lexi straddled Danny, lowering herself slowly onto him until he was fully inside her. She stayed still for just a moment, savoring the feeling of fullness his enormous size offered. He closed his eyes and seemed to savor it too.
Then, taking in every inch of her body with his eyes, Danny said, "God, you look incredible."
"That's because you're not wearing your glasses, you blind bastard," Lexi laughed. Danny protested that he had indeed checked her out very thoroughly before removing his glasses, but Lexi brushed off his remarks. She was never really comfortable accepting compliments and usually turned them into some sort of self-deprecating joke.
Lexi began sliding herself up and down on his large shaft, squeezing every muscle she had at the bottom of each stroke. Every time she gripped him tightly inside her, he moaned. Danny wasn't the kind to just lie there the way some men do when they're on the bottom. He was a very active participant, even with his hands restrained. His hips moved under hers, matching her rhythm perfectly. He was also great about using subtle shifts in his body to indicate when he liked things faster or slower. It was as if they were made for each other. Even so, the next thing out of Danny's mouth surprised her.
"You don't … um, do this for a living do you?" Danny asked looking almost half-serious.
What the fuck? How incredibly rude was that? She assumed he intended it as compliment, though she wasn't exactly flattered.
"Aw, isn't that sweet? Did you just call me a whore while we're screwing?" she demanded.
"Nah. Nah. Nah," Danny shook his head vigorously. "I meant …"
"Don't worry about it," Lexi kissed him deeply on the mouth.
"I've got to touch you. Uncuff me," Danny requested.
"No." Lexi continued riding him to the edge and his body trembled.
Danny squirmed underneath her and began turning his wrists in some sort of futile attempt at freeing them.
"Please stop … I don't want to cum yet. Uncuff me now, please," he pleaded.
She stopped moving. He didn't seem like a man who had to beg for much. Deciding there was a fine line between harmless fun and false imprisonment, Lexi fished the key to the handcuffs off the nightstand where she had set it next to Danny's glasses.
"Are you left handed or right?" she asked.
"Huh?" he looked at her questioningly.
"Left handed or right?" she repeated.
"Right," he answered slowly, unsure where this was going.
Lexi carefully and deliberately placed the key in Danny's left hand.
"Unlock them yourself," she instructed as she began riding him again, with a devilish smile.
"God damn it … I can't …," Danny complained fumbling with the key, once again on the brink of climax.
"Yes, you can," Lexi encouraged as she continued to drive Danny wild. His breathing was getting faster and he was moaning despite his struggle. Even though his hands were jerky, he managed to free himself from the handcuffs just in time.
"Jesus Christ, Lexi, you're killing me," he sounded irritated and aroused at the same time as he pulled himself out from underneath her and turned over, climbing around behind her.
"Ora e la mia girata da essere l'animale, " he whispered in her ear as he pushed her head into the pillow and entered her roughly from behind. Lexi smiled to herself. She'd been right. This was one naughty boy … and one naughty boy who, in fact, spoke Italian quite well.
He gripped her hips, as he moved back and forth inside her with an ever- quickening speed. He must not know that much about women, Lexi thought, because that jackhammer pace rarely gets the job done. But Mac was right, Danny had good instincts. Apparently sensing that she wasn't nearly as close to climax as he was, he reached one hand around to her front and began massaging her clitoris. The slow, firm feel of his touch was in marked contrast to the speed of his thrusts and it sent Lexi over the edge quickly.
Danny was soon to follow. He moaned softly as he unloaded inside her.
Afterward, they lay in bed talking for quite a while. Danny was sweet, intelligent and funny. The naughty boy she had just shared incredible sex with was gone. He was the male version of the cliché saying that a man wants "a lady by day and a whore by night." That expression fit Danny to a tee, other than the "lady" part.
After Danny fell asleep, Lexi lie awake watching him. He was truly gorgeous. A vision of pure and absolute physical perfection. Lexi recalled an article she had read about some UK fangirl who had made a half-hour video of a shirtless David Beckham allegedly sleeping. At the time she read it, she thought that must be one boring-ass video. Now, as she took in every inch of Danny and listened to the rhythmic sound of his breathing, she recognized the true brilliance behind that concept.