Chapter 26: Chapter 26
The first thing he was aware of was the weight of her, warm and soft against his side, and the second was the insistent, throbbing pressure against the flannel of his pajama pants. Dawn was a pale, gray stripe between the hotel room’s blackout curtains. The jungle was quiet, the pool below silent. Danny turned his head on the pillow, looking at Chloe asleep beside him. Her dark hair was a mess across the white linen, her lipstick smudged from the night before. A fragile peace.
He let his hand drift down, over the curve of her hip beneath the thin sheet, his fingers slipping beneath the elastic waistband of her underwear. She was warm and damp with sleep. He pressed the heel of his hand against her, feeling her breath hitch before she was fully awake, then slid a finger inside.
A soft, confused sound escaped her throat. Her eyes fluttered open, dark and unfocused, finding his in the half-light.
“Morning,” he said, his voice rough. He curled his finger, watching her pupils dilate.
She swallowed, her body arching faintly into his touch. “Danny.”
“Where do you want it?” he asked, his other hand guiding hers to the hard line of his cock through the fabric. “Tell me.”
Her cheeks flushed, but she held his gaze. The shyness was still there, but beneath it, a steady, wanting flame. “Again,” she whispered. “The same as last time. Please.”
He smiled, a slow, satisfied thing. He rolled away, fumbling for his wallet on the nightstand. The foil packet was the last one, crinkling in the quiet room. He sheathed himself quickly, the sound loud in the silence. “Come here,” he said, his voice low.
She moved for him, clumsy with sleep and want, turning onto her knees on the rumpled bed. The sheet pooled around her thighs. He knelt behind her, his hands on her hips, positioning her. She was trembling.
“Beg for it,” he said, not unkindly.
“Please,” she breathed, pushing her hips back in a tiny, desperate motion. “Please, Danny.”
He guided himself to her, pressing against that tight, forbidden ring of muscle. He didn’t push. He pulled her down onto him, a slow, inexorable surrender that pulled a choked gasp from her throat. He filled her, inch by careful inch, until she was fully impaled, her back arched, her head hanging down.
One of his hands slid around her throat, not squeezing, just holding. A claiming. She let out a shaky sigh, her whole body relaxing into the dual sensation of fullness and gentle pressure at her neck. “You love that, don’t you?” he murmured into her hair.
She could only nod, a quick, jerky motion.
He began to move, a gentle, rocking rhythm that was more about possession than frenzy. “Touch yourself,” he instructed, his voice calm, almost conversational. “Show me how good it feels.”
Her hand slipped between her legs, her fingers circling her clit with a practiced urgency that made him groan. He watched her, the lewd, beautiful sight of her taking him, pleasuring herself under his command. The room filled with the sound of their breathing, the slick, soft sounds of their joining.
“Get your phone,” he said after a few minutes, his thrusts never faltering.
She fumbled for it on the nightstand, nearly dropping it. He took it from her, switching to the camera. “Hold it up,” he said. “Angle it so they can see.”
Understanding dawned in her hazy eyes. Jessica and Mark. She held the phone out with a trembling arm, capturing the image of herself on her knees, him buried deep inside her, his hand still loosely around her throat.
“Say it,” Danny prompted, his voice a dark whisper by her ear.
“Hi,” Chloe breathed into the camera, a helpless little smile touching her lips. “It’s… it’s morning. And he’s… he’s in my ass.” The crude words, spoken in her soft voice, sent a jolt through him. “He’s filling me up. And he’s telling me how to come for him.”
Danny took the phone then, panning down their bodies for a clearer view before ending the recording. He sent it with two taps. For a moment, there was only the rhythm of their bodies, the slow climb. Then, the phone buzzed on the sheets beside them.
He reached for it, still moving inside her. A message from Jessica.
🔥 Holy shit. 9pm our time. Video call. Digital foursome. You game? 🔥
A slow smile spread across Danny’s face. He showed Chloe the screen. She bit her lip, a mix of terror and excitement flashing across her features. “Yeah,” Danny said aloud, as if Jessica could hear him. He typed a quick reply. We’ll be there.
He dropped the phone and grabbed her hips again, his rhythm losing its gentleness, turning urgent. “You hear that?” he grunted. “You’re going to be a good show for them tonight.”
She came then, a sharp, silent cry, her body clamping down around him so tightly it dragged his own orgasm from him. He held her close as he spilled into the condom, his face buried in the crook of her neck, both of them shuddering.
Later, as they lay tangled in the sweaty sheets, the sun now bright through the curtains, Danny stared at the ceiling, a plan forming. A digital foursome. Mark and Jessica watching, maybe doing their own things. It was a fantasy made real.