My Clocking In System

Chapter 24: Hungry

DANNY FIRST PERSON POV:

"DANNY!"

She came hard.

Her pussy clenched around my fingers in long pulsing waves. Her thighs squeezed against my ears.

Her whole body bowed forward over me, shaking. I held her through it, my mouth still on her clit, feeling every pulse, tasting the fresh rush of wet that came with it.

I kept going until her hand pushed weakly at my head.

"Wait. Fuck. Wait."

I pulled back. My chin was soaked. I stood up.

My knees ached from the rug. She was shaking, her legs barely holding, and I caught her around the waist before her knees went again and walked her backwards across the room to the bed.

Three steps. She went down onto the duvet, pulling me half down with her.

She landed on her back. Hair fanning across the pillow. Chest heaving. Her tits rising and falling. The lamp on the bedside table put warm light across her ribs and the wet shine between her thighs.

"Fuck," she breathed. Looking up at me. Her eyes blown wide. "Where did you learn that?"

"I didn’t. I just paid attention."

"Paid attention." A wrecked sound came out of her, half-laugh, half-sigh. "My legs are gone, Danny."

"Good."

She reached up for me. She grabbed my jumper and pulled it over my head. Got the T-shirt next. Her hands went flat on my chest, running down my ribs, my stomach. She undid my belt. Button. Zip. She shoved my jeans and boxers down. I kicked them off the end of the bed.

She looked at my cock.

Her eyes went wide.

"Oh," she said. Quiet. Then louder: "Oh, Danny Flynn."

She wrapped her hand around me. Her grip was firm and warm and the feel of her hand on my cock after years of nothing made a groan come out of me I couldn’t stop. Low. From the gut. She stroked once. Twice.

Her thumb rubbed over the head where a thick drop of pre-come had already leaked out.

"Mm." She rubbed the wetness around the head. Watching it. "You’ve been ready a while."

"Since the café," I said. "Roughly."

"Roughly." She pulled me down on top of her. "Get down here."

I settled between her thighs. My cock pressed against her pussy. The heat of her. The wet. I could feel how soaked she was against the underside of my cock. I rocked my hips forward once, sliding through her folds, the head of my cock dragging over her clit, and she gasped and her hips jerked up.

"Danny."

"Yeah."

"We don’t. I don’t have." She was trying to think. Her hips were still moving against me. Grinding. Her body didn’t care about thinking. "Condom. I don’t have one."

"I don’t either."

She looked at me. Her hips rolled again. The wet heat of her sliding along the length of my cock. Both of us breathing hard.

"I’m safe," she said.

"It’s a safe day. I’m on the pill." She bit her lip. Her hand tightened on the back of my neck.

"I want to feel your cock inside me. No condom. I want to feel all of you. Is that..?"

"Yes," I said. "Fuck yes."

I reached between us. Took my cock in my hand. Guided the head to her opening. The wet heat of her against the tip.

I pushed in.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

The head of my cock pushed past her entrance and the heat of her closed around me and my whole body went still. The inside of her. Tight. Hot. Wet. Gripping. Her pussy was wrapping around my cock like it was pulling me in. The small grasping squeezes her body was doing around me without her asking it to.

I hadn’t been inside a woman in years.

I hadn’t been inside her ever.

And it was better than anything I had imagined in eleven years of imagining.

"Ah!" She gasped. Her nails dug into my shoulders. Her head went back. "You’re stretching me. Fuck, Danny, you’re stretching me."

I held there. Half in. My arms shaking. Letting her adjust. Trying not to come on the spot.

"Jodie."

"Don’t stop." Her voice was wrecked. "Don’t you dare stop. Fuck, you’re thick. Give me more."

I pushed deeper.

One inch at a time. She was tight. Tight enough that the slowness was the only way. Her pussy was gripping every inch of me as I went in. The wet of her making it easy and the tightness of her making it slow and the combination of both making my vision blur.

She tilted her hips up to meet me on the third inch. She gripped the back of my neck and pulled me down against her chest. Her breath was hot and shaking against my throat.

"Deeper," she said. "I can take your cock. Give me all of it, Danny."

I went deeper.

When I bottomed out she made a sound I will never forget. Half a moan and half a sob and my name somewhere in the middle of it.

"Oh god. Oh god, Danny."

I am inside her.

After eleven years of wanting I am inside Jodie Carter and she is wet and tight and hot around my cock and she is saying my name.

Her pussy was clenching around me in small tight pulses. I could feel every one. The heat of her at the base where my hips met hers. The wet of her on my thighs. The way her body was gripping me like it didn’t want to let me go.

"How does it feel," I said. Against her temple. My voice rough.

"Full," she said. "Full, Danny. Fuck. Your cock is so deep. I can feel you in my stomach."

"Too much."

"No." Her hand tightened in my hair. "Not too much. Stay. Stay there. Let me feel your cock inside my pussy. Just. Let me feel it."

I stayed there.

I let her body learn the shape of me. I felt the small adjustments her hips were making. The way her thighs were settling open. The way the heat at the base of her was pulling me in by a fraction she didn’t know she was doing.

I started moving.

The first stroke was slow. I pulled out almost all the way. The cool air hit the wet length of my cock for a half-second. Then I pushed back in. Her body opened around me on the way out and clamped around me on the way back in. The heat gripping me at the base of every inch as I came back home.

"Hah." The sound punched out of her.

"Good?"

"Yes."

"Like this?"

"Yes, like this, stay here, stay here for a."

I stayed there. I worked her slow on the same rhythm.

She breathed against my throat in long shaking exhales that broke into small sounds at the bottom of every stroke. Her pussy was so wet I could hear it. The slick sound of me moving inside her. The sound of her body taking me.

She lifted her hips to meet me on the next stroke. Not just receiving. Lifting up to take me deeper.

She bit my throat. Just teeth.

"You absolute," she said against my skin, "you absolute fucking."

She did not finish the sentence.

I went harder. I held at the base for a second and ground my pelvis against her clit before pulling out.

"AH!" Her whole body jerked. "My clit. Yes. Do that. Do that again, Danny."

I did it again. And again. The slow long stroke with the grind at the base. Her thighs were trembling against my hips. Her hand in my hair pulling tight enough to hurt. The wet sound was getting louder.

I went faster. Harder.

"Ah. Ah. Danny. Ah."

"Fuck my pussy," she gasped. "Harder. Danny. Harder. Fuck me harder."