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“It’s uh…it might be a bit too soon for that.”
“You ate my pussy last night.”
I close my eyes, trying to find the slice of my brain that is still functioning enough to think of reasons and good, valid arguments for what I’m trying to say. A full minute later, I’m closer to coming than ever while Darby does incredible things with her hand, and I still have nothing. “Because I’d rather you get on my dick instead.” There. Ugh, okay. Not exactly my finest moment.
She scowls at me playfully. “And what if I’d rather use my mouth?”
“It’s just…I feel it’s too soon for that. Is that prudish?”
She laughs. “No.” She stands up and shimmies out of her dress, revealing backward panties. “Shit,” she curses, laughing again. “I knew these were on backward when I was rushing around trying to get clothes on before my parents came in the door earlier.” She whips them off and stands there fully naked. She’s more than beautiful and enticing. She’s so gorgeous that my eyes could go rolling out of my head, fall at her feet, and start panting like two dogs.
“Your parents,” I groan. “I’m sorry. I’m a shithead. Lord Poo. Maybe that’s a fitting name.”
“It’s okay. This is new for you. You’re so used to being by yourself, thinking that’s the only way to do things, that you’re trying to protect what doesn’t need to be protected. That’s your first instinct, like how a scared dog bites the hand of someone who just wants to help.”
I gape at her. “Are you serious?”
She shrugs and grins at me. “Maybe. I don’t know. Anyway, it’s okay. It backfired on you because my parents are nice, and now they actually like you instead of being all suspicious and stuff.” She does a little dance in place, swiveling her hips. She is obviously totally comfortable with her nudity.
Now that I’m watching her, and she knows it, she dips her finger between her pussy lips and then brings it to her mouth, sucking off her own juices. I let out a groan. At this rate, I’m just going to die a little on the spot and finish just like this.
“Come here,” I command, meaning to sound all tough, but it comes out like a croaky frog.
She sits down on the edge of the bed. “Like this?”
“No.”
She makes a show of crawling over to me, a show that makes my balls burn and my cock throb. After teasing me like a saucy minx, she straddles me and takes my cock in her hand. I see galaxies that were previously unknown to me when she fits me into her tight, hot entrance. She does all the work, slowly taking me inside her. She cups her own breasts, leaning back just out of my reach. I just have to lay there and enjoy what she’s doing. God, I more than enjoy it. I can feel everything too. She sways her hips when I’m fully seated inside her, and my god, I’m not sure if she means to squeeze me like that, but I can feel her walls clenching around me. I grind my teeth against how good it feels.
“So tight,” I pant. “Darby. So wet. So hot. So…” She rocks against me, taking me all the way and changing things up so she can grind her clit against me at the same time. She gasps.
“So right there,” she finishes for me. She runs her hands down my chest and over my pecs before she pinches one of my nipples. Hot, unexpected pleasure surges through me. She grins. “Bet you didn’t know that your nipples were quite erotic.”
“I think you’re looking for the word erogenous. And I did know. I’ve just never had them pinched before.”
She bends forward and takes one into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, and fuck, why did I not reallyknowabout my own nipples? Man nipples aren’t usually a thing, but they’re a thing for me. Maybe it’s because it’s Darby, and she’s also doing dirty things on my cock, bouncing up and down and swiveling and grinding, her hot pussy clenching and squeezing the hell out of me while she’s doing it.
I’m trying to set a rhythm with her, but I feel clumsy, and that’s okay. She doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she really likes it. I keep thrusting messily while she makes my nipples stand on end with her lips and tongue. She puts her hand on my mouth and thrusts two fingers between my lips, and when I suck on them, I can taste her there.
“Leon, I’m going to….” Before Darby can finish her sentence, she comes hard. She throws her head back and grasps her breasts, pinching her nipples and panting hard, her cheeks flushed and her hair all over the place. Her tight heat grips my dick, her pleasure doing crazy things that my body can’t help but respond to. I come inside her on the next stroke, seating myself deep as I spill myself inside her depths.
And my freaking god, this is not pulling away. This is the exact opposite. I have never felt like this in my life, where I meet someone who knows so much of my crap and doesn’t run, someone who is a perfect fit in my life. And I know this might be tongue-in-cheek humor or a bad pun because I’m currently still inside her and enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm, but she feels like a perfect fit.
After it’s over, Darby doesn’t roll away. She lies flat on top of me, covering me with her much smaller frame like she wants to protect me. Like she doesn’t want to let me go. Ever.
I know real life is waiting—real life with complications about work and fake marriages and all the other crap that is normally in my head or going on because of the pain in my head. But right now, there’s only silence and the sounds from outside. Nice nature sounds—frogs and crickets and stuff. And Darby’s breathing in my ear.
Not for the likes of you. You’re about as joyful as a dead fish left to rot in the hot sun for three days.
For once, I ignore the voice. It doesn’t help that, right as I had the thought, Darby’s lips find mine, and she kisses me hard, banishing the bullshit from my brain and replacing it with her soft sweetness instead.
16
DARBY
In the morning, I make sure Leon has a pot of coffee waiting for him when he wakes up. We’re back on a semi-normal schedule. At least, I am. I woke up at eight with the beginnings of an idea and couldn’t go back to sleep. I felt like I was plotting out there while he slept in the bedroom directly behind the living room. Plotting or not, I still made the call. Now I have to fess up to what I did.
It would be easier if Leon didn’t emerge from the bedroom wearing only his boxers—I guess he always wears those—his ridiculously chiseled abs, a tousled head of dark hair, and a rare smile.
