by RC Boldt
She wants me. The man beneath it all.
“Then your wish is my command.”
It’s downright painful to remove my hands from her. I flick my eyes to hers and then down to where she’s spread for me. Glistening folds. Wet for me. Pink and perfect.
I bite my bottom lip, and my fingers speed through unbuttoning my shirt with the impatience of a teen eager to get his first taste of the promised land between a woman’s legs.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” I let the shirt drop to the floor and make quick work of my belt and pants, shucking them along with my socks.
I’m left standing in my black boxer briefs. The very tip of my cock juts past the top of the waistband, begging to be let out. Her eyes drink in the sight of my nearly naked body, stuttering at the sight of my unmistakable arousal.
“Oh, wow.” Her breathless words make me groan. I clench my jaw, warring with the urge to rip off my boxers and thrust into her. To fuck her so hard, so good, so deep that she’ll reconsider the whole “nothing serious” bullshit.
She rises to a sitting position. Petite fingers tuck into the sides of my waistband, tugging me closer and causing my legs to hit the mattress. Her eyes are transfixed on the sight of my cock, and I grow even harder when her lips part, her hot breath washing against my abs.
The soft pad of a fingertip touches the tip, swiping the moisture gathering there, and then disappears between her lips. Blue eyes clash with mine, and I exhale a harsh breath at the sight of her sucking it from her finger. At her tiny moan as she tastes me.
I can’t take it.
I lower myself between her thighs, my palms spreading her wider, and she lies back. Something is so erotic about the way my darker skin looks against her paler skin. Eyes the color of the waters of the Atlantic watch me. Trusting. Anticipating.
I skim my gaze over her breasts, two palmfuls with rosy nipples puckered, silently begging for my mouth. The flat stomach framed by delicate tattoos on each side. I trace my fingertips along the ink, and goose bumps rise on her skin.
I want to ask her more about her tattoos—why she got them, and their meaning—because Darcy’s not the type to put something permanent on her body unless it’s important and meaningful in some way.
But I can’t do that now. I need to taste her. To have her squirming beneath me and crying out my name.
I trace my eyes over the crease of her entrance, over her clit that’s begging me to suck on it, and lower my head a fraction. Lifting my gaze to hers, I grit out the command. “Spread open that pussy for me, Duchess.”
Her breath hitches, and she reaches down, fingertips spreading herself, all glistening, pink, and fucking beautiful.
Goddamn, she’s perfect.
“I want your eyes on me while I taste you.” Her lips part, breath rushing out in anticipation, and she nods.
I duck my head and drag my tongue from top to bottom, gathering her taste. Her sharp intake of breath drives me on. I suckle the soft flesh of her outer lips before I drive my tongue deep inside to taste her. Fuck, I could live on this—on her.
“Dax.” The single syllable of my name, spoken breathlessly, urges me on. I fucking feast on her, my tongue diving in and out of her pussy, gathering her wetness.
“Touch your clit.” My breath stutters as I watch her fingers move until they hover over it. “Wait.” I command this with more force than intended. Grasping her delicate wrist, I stop her and bring her fingers to my mouth instead.
Eyes locked with her half-lidded ones, I wrap my lips around her slim fingers, already bathed in her intoxicating scent and taste, and take a long drag. Lips and tongue flooded with her taste, I release them as her eyes blaze with lust. Carefully, I guide her fingers back to her clit and wait.
When she doesn’t make a move, I dart the tip of my tongue out to her folds before retreating quickly. “You want more?” At her groan, I drag my lips over her entrance. “Then start playing with that clit.”
Immediately, her middle finger, wet from my mouth, moves in circles. Her breath hitches when I fit my mouth over her, tongue exploring as deep as I can. I tongue her pussy while she works her clit, and her hips shift, arching her body into my touch. Her breaths come in short, choppy bursts, and my dick throbs painfully.
“I’m so close,” Darcy whimpers. Eyes closed, graceful column of her throat arched, rosy tips of breasts hardened, and pussy spread open for me, she’s a goddamn wet dream come true.
I stop her, drawing her fingers away from her clit. She releases a distressed sound that morphs into a gasp when my mouth takes its place and I suckle her flesh. I flatten my tongue to toy with it and thrust two fingers inside her warmth. In and out, my fingers glide. When I add a third, stretching her wider, she arches, and a shudder wracks her body.
“More,” she begs breathlessly.
She’s tight—so fucking tight—I hesitate to add a fourth finger.
“More,” she repeats insistently.
When I slowly glide a fourth finger inside, her breath hitches, and her body goes rigid. I stop, worried I’m hurting her. A second or two passes before her body relaxes, slowly adjusting to the intrusion.
“Keep going.” The hoarse, needy quality of her voice urges me on. As gently as possible, I glide my fingers in and out, loving the way she soaks me with her arousal.
Her words become choppy. “Faster.” Another breathy pause. “Harder.”
I fasten my lips around her clit. I repeatedly toy with and release it while simultaneously fucking her with my fingers, but I wish it were my cock instead. Her thighs tense around me moments before she explodes, my name a keening cry from her lips. Her inner muscles clench tight around my fingers before she floods me with her wetness. She rides out her release, her body going limp against the mattress. Her panting breaths are the only sound as I gently ease from her.
I sprinkle soft kisses along her inner thighs before I back away and straighten. Her eyes squint open a fraction, and one edge of her mouth curves up.
“I hope that wasn’t all you planned to do tonight.” Her look of satisfaction fills me with pride.
With my hands wrapped around her delicate ankles, I guide her to move up on the bed more. Once I discard my boxers and climb onto the bed, I brace myself over her, resting my forearms on either side of her head.
“Hey.” My voice is faint, and there’s no mistaking the tender quality to it.
“Hey,” she parrots softly. Eyes shining with affection, her expression is more open than anything I’ve witnessed from her before. Like she’s finally letting me in all the way. No more hiding behind all the walls.
I lower my head and settle my lips over hers in a soft, open-mouthed kiss, my tongue dipping inside to tangle with hers. I mean for it to be a slow kiss, but it instantly flies out of control.
Her hand moves to my nape as if to prevent me from breaking the kiss, while the other grips one ass cheek, urging me to rock against her. Our tongues slide against one another, sending my need skyrocketing. Her hips shift beneath me impatiently, causing my cock to glide across the smooth skin of her stomach, and a groan rumbles up from the back of my throat.
I ease away from her mouth to gaze down at her. Mouth reddened, glossy eyes heavy-lidded, and cheeks flushed, she’s more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her.
One corner of her mouth edges up, mischief lacing her tone. “You just planning to stare at me all night, number eighty-eight?”
I grin. “Maybe.” Allowing my eyes to take in the sight of her again, I can’t help but bite my bottom lip in anticipation of all the things I want to do to her and all the places I plan to put my mouth. My tongue.
Soft fingertips trace my lower lip, drawing my eyes back to hers.
“When you bite your lip and look at me like that…” She trails off, her eyes flicking between my own and my mouth. “There’s something so sexy about it.” The pad of her fingertip traces over my lower lip. “Like you’re thinking the dirtiest thoughts.”
“Be
cause I am.”
Her eyes flick up to mine, alight with humor and heat. “You planning to score a touchdown?”
Head lowering, I trail kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear. Lightly grazing her fleshy earlobe with my teeth, I whisper, “I plan on more than one tonight.”
She shivers beneath me. One hand urges me to lift my body up a fraction, and when I do, she slides it between us to grasp my hard cock in her grip. “Those sound like lofty goals.” I press into her touch, her hand gliding over my shaft in slow, even strokes.
I lean away to gaze down at her and shake my head and tsk. “Not goals.” My voice is husky as I rock into her touch. “Promises, Duchess. Promises.”
Blue eyes turn molten, and her mouth forms a dangerously seductive smile. The shift is palpable, ratcheting the tension higher. “Game on.”
Our mouths collide in a fierce kiss as our hands move over each other’s bodies feverishly. She grips my ass, her thighs cradling me between them. I slide down her body and latch onto a nipple, laving the hardened peak with my tongue and suckling it until she arches into me with a gasp. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I move to the other, and her breathy moans urge me on.
“On your back.” Palms impatiently press against my chest, and I roll over. She swings a leg over top to straddle me. My hands move to her hips, and my fingers clench when she rocks her slick pussy over the shaft of my dick. Our mingled gasps echo in the silence of the room, accompanied by our choppy breathing.
She frames my face with her hands and leans forward, dark blond hair falling around our heads in a curtain. An invisible fist clenches the center of my chest at the way she gazes down at me. A hint of wonder in her eyes mingles with affection and heat. My eyes drift closed when her lips press softly to the right side of my face.
“That dimple is my favorite.” Her voice is a barely audible whisper.
“It is?” I whisper back, eyes still closed.
“Mmhmm.” Kisses trail along my jaw and lower, leaving a heated path over my collarbones to my pectorals. When she skims her silky soft lips over one nipple before nipping at it gently with her teeth, I bite back a groan at the rush of arousal that surges through me.
“Someone’s sensitive.” Amusement laces her husky voice before she grazes my nipple again with her teeth, and I jerk in response. My fingers flex on her hips, and I realize that I’m the one arching into her touch now. I never knew my nipples were sensitive like this. It’s definitely a first.
Then again, I guess it’s fitting since the woman perched on top of me is also a first. My first time with a woman I don’t fear is with me for my money or fame.
The first time I don’t fear a white woman who will turn me away or shy away from my touch simply because of my skin color.
Darcy toys with my nipples, driving me insane with lust. My dick throbs painfully as she slides down my body. Her tongue traces over the indentations of my abs, over my hip bones, then moves lower. The instant her tongue circles the flared head of my cock, I fist my hands in her hair, tugging on it, guiding her to meet my gaze.
“What’s wrong?” Concern etches her features.
I suck in a much-needed breath. “I can’t.”
Her brow puckers. “You can’t…?”
“I’ll lose it if you put your mouth on me.”
Her lips stretch into a mischievous grin. “Then I’ll only use my—”
I grimace and narrow my eyes sternly. “Or tongue.”
“Party pooper.” She glances down at me longingly, and I swear my dick jerks in response.
“Get up here.” My voice is gravelly and rough. I’m dying to get inside her. Once she slides up, her breasts pressing against my pecs, I groan at the contact.
“Happy now?” she murmurs softly against my lips, hot breath drifting over my skin. Featherlight kisses trail along my cheek, and a faint shiver scurries down my spine.
“Almost.” I skim my palms down her body and realize everything—every touch, every kiss—feels all-encompassing.
Something I never felt with any other woman.
“You know”—her words are choppy and disjointed as she stops to plant soft kisses along my jawline—“what I want now”—a few more kisses trail along the side of my neck—“is to have you”—her teeth nip lightly where my neck and shoulder meet—“inside me.”
She straightens, her weight shifting. At her movement, her pussy glides over the head of my cock in a silky caress. Those blue eyes darken with heat. Her breasts lure my palms, and I cup them with splayed fingers, hard nipples peeking through. Her eyes drift shut, and she presses into my touch, lips parting.
“We need a condom.” It’s a fucking miracle my brain is functioning enough to recall that, and the fact that they should still be within the expiration dates.
I reach blindly for the small drawer on the bedside table. Fingers fumbling, I grasp at the foil packets. Tearing along the perforated edges, I toss the rest onto the table and quickly rip open the one pinched between my fingers. She backs away to allow me room, and it’s almost painful to roll the condom over my shaft.
I grip the base of my cock tight, attempting to force my body to calm and not give in to the urge to grab her hips and slam her down on my dick. I don’t want to shoot my load like a damn virgin about to slide home for the first time.
I drag in a long breath and search her face. “You know, you can tell me no.” Her lips part, but I rush on. “If you changed your mind—change your mind at any point—just say the word. Okay?”
A myriad of emotions rapidly flits across her features. Surprise. Gratitude. Admiration. An odd hint of what almost seems to be sadness. And something else I can’t decipher.
She glides her palms up over my chest, and one settles over the center of my chest. “You’re a good man.” Her tone has an unsettling lilt, and it drives me to lighten the situation.
A corner of my lips lifts in a faint smirk, and I say, “I may be a good man, but”—I cup her nape and guide her down, bringing her lips a breath away from mine—“I plan on being bad tonight.”
“Yeah?” She speaks against my lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against my mouth.
“Oh, yeah.”
She lifts her lower body slightly, reaching between us to grasp my cock and guide it to her entrance. The first inch rips gasps from both of us. She’s stretching to fit me inside, and I will away the urge to thrust. With palms splayed on my chest, she shifts her hips, sinking down more. Taking me deeper, she surrounds me with her intense heat. Fingers tangling in her hair, I fist it and guide her mouth to mine.
Our tongues clash as she takes me even deeper, and our gasps mingle. She’s so fucking tight, and I’m bigger than she’s probably used to. Hell. It was a stretch for her to take my four fingers, so I know she’s got to be feeling every goddamn veiny ridge of my cock right now.
Our teeth clink slightly as our mouths shift, tongues sliding against one another. My other hand grips her hip, and I urge her down while I rock upward, pressing as deep as I can go. Our movements become frenzied, breathing harsh, labored. It would be easier to stop kissing and drag in air through both nostrils and mouths, but neither of us wants to relinquish the kiss.
Her breasts cushion my chest, nipples so hard they’re practically piercing me. She works her pussy over my cock, now slick and shiny from her. I shift my knees a fraction to place my feet flat against the mattress for leverage and thrust hard.
At the next thrust, she gasps against my mouth, breaking the kiss. “Dax,” she heaves. “I need more.”
Immediately, I shift us and command, “Lie on your stomach.”
She eyes me curiously but obeys, stretching out on the sheets of my California king. I reach and gather her hair to slide it over one shoulder.
Bracing my hands on either side of her head, I nudge her legs closer together. I wrap my hand around my thick shaft and guide myself to her entrance. I sink inside, our combined sharp intakes of breath at the new angle lingering bet
ween us. Once seated, I use my legs to guide hers firmly closed, and the snugness of her pussy increases.
“Oh my God, Dax.” Her voice trembles with arousal and need.
Without responding, I slowly slide out until just the tip remains inside her before thrusting fast and deep. Her hands fist the sheets on either side of her head, and her spine arches.
Fuck, she feels so good like this. Taking me even deeper and getting wetter by the second. Her tight inner muscles clench me like they never want to let go. My dick throbs, jonesing for release, but I need to take my time with her. To show her how good we are together. We’re great as friends, but this… Shit. This is the icing on the cake.
“Feel that, Duchess?” I grit out as I drive deep, gliding in and out of her sweet pussy, so slick from her arousal.
A rush of breath puffs past her lips. “So. Good.”
I slide my hands to where her fisted ones lie beside her head. My palms glide over top of hers, and somehow, she knows what I want. Slim fingers uncurl, and I link our fingers. The sight of my skin contrasting against hers sends an unfamiliar thrill ricocheting through me.
I press my lips to the top of her shoulder and nip at it lightly while I piston my hips. The heat of her body flush against mine sears through my skin, and I increase the pace.
Her fingers clench mine tighter. “Dax.” I know what she’s not saying. Her inner muscles tighten around me a fraction. This position, this angle, allows me to drive deeper, to hit that spot that’ll drive her wild.
“I can’t”—I pant against the side of her neck, my breathing labored—“fucking wait”—my words are harsh pants of breath—“to feel you clench my cock like a fist.”
She shivers beneath me. I unlace our fingers to shift up slightly and grip her hips. I am transfixed by the sight of my hands on her body as my thumbs firmly hold her while I press deep, moving in and out of her in rapid strokes.
The white globes of her ass taunt me, and I release one side of her hip to swat one. A pink flush spreads across her pale skin, and she moans.
