Dark Child

by Jo Raven

  “Cos.” He curses under his breath, grabs my hand and hauls me away. “Fuck it, CosieCat, I can’t wait another minute.”

  “Merc—”

  He stops, turns and swings me up into his arms. My yelp is still in the air as he strides purposefully around the corner of the building and into another dark space.

  The women’s restroom.

  “Merc! You nuts?”

  “Nuts for you.” He’s grinning when he lets me slide down the front of his body, letting me feel again just how excited he is. He lets go just long enough to let his bag thud to the ground, and shut the door, then he’s crowding me against the sinks. “Come here.”

  I couldn’t care less where we are. He lifts me up to sit on the edge and steps between my legs. I lift a hand to his face, to stroke the faint roughness of his jaw.

  But he leans back, parts my legs more, and crouches between them. “I want to taste you,” he says roughly, pulling my panties to the side. I shiver at the feel of having my pussy exposed, to the air, to his gaze.

  “Oh…”

  “So pretty,” he murmurs.

  What is he doing?

  His tongue drags down my seam, over my clit, over my pussy, rough like a cat’s, hot like fire, sending jolts through me.

  Holy. Shit. I grip the sink not to fall as a moan tears through me. His tongue swipes down again, and his finger pushes into me, opening me up. He finger-fucks me, sucks on my clit, making me tremble. Pressure is gathering in my belly, between my legs, sharp and unbearable. I need to come.

  Can’t believe I’m spread-legged in the women’s restroom, hitched up on a sink, with this sexy man eating me up. This isn’t like me. I don’t do public sex. I don’t take risks.

  But I couldn’t stop if my life depended on it. Feels way too good, his rough tongue, his lips on my inner thighs, his wicked finger stroking me.

  So close, I’m so close, I’m going to… I can’t…

  Shit, oh God…

  My hand lands on his spiky hair, my head falls back, my legs shake. The explosion starts deep inside me, a wave of fire that makes me gasp. I bite back a cry as I ride his face, coming so hard I see stars erupt behind my eyelids.

  Panting, still clenching, I shudder when he drags his finger out and gives my wet pussy one last lingering lick.

  He looks up at me, winks and rises to his feet. Placing his hands on either side of me, hemming me in, he gives me a crooked grin. “Okay?”

  Okay? Is he nuts? Just that?

  I bite my lip, my cheeks hot. “Never done anything like this before.”

  “Well, I like that,” he says huskily. “That this is a first.” He licks his lips like the cat who got the cream. “You taste so good.”

  And just like that, my pussy throbs again.

  As if he can sense it, he glances down, between my legs. “Christ, you’re so fucking hot, Cos.”

  My face is on fire, same as my body. His appreciation makes me bold. “I want to touch you.”

  He presses himself closer to me, in invitation, and I slide my hand between us to unzip his jeans. His cock is hot and hard, trapped inside, and he hisses when I tug it free.

  “Fuck…” He grunts when I close my hand around its fat girth. “Yeah.”

  I’m torn between looking down at his big dick and up at his enraptured face and dazed eyes. With a squeeze, I move my hand up and down, and his hips buck.

  “Like this?” I ask.

  He makes a strangled sound. His cock swells more, and precum drips from the small slit on the head.

  Yeah, now I’m staring down at his dick. After all it’s the first time I take a good look and oh boy, it’s sexy. Smooth and flushed, so thick my hand barely closes around it, and long. A vein beats frantically on the underside, against my fingers.

  “So…” He swallows so hard his throat clicks. “Wanna do something about that?”

  I grin. “Maybe.”

  He makes one of those strangled sounds again. I can’t tell if it’s laughter or a moan. “You’re a tease, woman.”

  With him, I am. Who is this reckless girl? I barely recognize myself when I say, “I want you to put it inside me.”

  “I aim to please,” he breathes, one corner of his mouth quirking.

  I want to kiss that mouth, kiss his jaw, his eyelids, his neck, his chest… I want to lick his cock like he licked me, suck on it, see him come apart, but above all I want to cover every inch of his skin with kisses, hold him.

  It’s such a weird feeling I barely recognize it. Not sure what it is, sweet and bitter, sharp and soft, filling me up like helium until I think I’ll float off the ground.

  Just sex endorphins, I decide when he reaches down one handed and grips his hard-on, our hands brushing. That’s what it is, this strange feeling.

  Then he pushes inside me, and my mind goes blank, because holy crap, the way he fills me up, that slow drag and slide until he’s sunk inside all the way… Every time it’s better.

  What would it be like to be in his bed, have him naked, study the expanse of his muscular chest, his long legs, the tight ass? Fantasizing about him seems to be my new hobby.

  He gives me a few seconds to adjust to his size, see if I’m okay, his gaze questioning. I slide my hands up his strong arms and he pulls out a few inches only to thrust back inside.

  We both gasp.

  “Cos…” That’s all he says, and I kiss him. I taste myself on his tongue, and he starts to fuck me in deep thrusts, lean hips rocking, powerful muscles bunching in his thighs.

  We kiss and kiss until I run out of air, and he’s fucking me so hard the sink is shaking, and I’m coming, moaning in his mouth.

  But he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me, his hands slipping under my ass, lifting me, impaling me more on his cock, and I can’t think, only feel, my orgasm going on and on. I hold on to him for dear life, whimpering when he breaks the kiss to growl my name again.

  His cock jerks inside me, and his face twists. Heat spills into me, triggering sweet aftershocks of pleasure that have me writhing. He stumbles backward, still coming, cursing—presses my back to the wall.

  Back to this.

  I want to laugh but I can’t. No breath.

  Feels good. God, so good.

  He presses into me, shoving me into the wall, pushing his cock inside me as far as it can go, his breathing ragged. He’s not soft yet, and my abused pussy aches, and tightens.

  “Fuck, girl, what are you doing to me…” He presses his face to my neck, drawing shallow breaths. “I wanna keep fucking you for hours and days…”

  I want to have your babies.

  The thought catches me off guard and I mentally shake my head at myself.

  No, Cos. I’m not into kids. Or babies. I never thought I’d want to have a guy’s babies, especially not a guy I barely know, but the urge is so strong it’s all I can do not to blurt the words out.

  “Have babies with me? Pretty please?”

  God, no. I tug on the headphones hanging around his neck as I struggle to catch my breath. I want so speak but don’t trust myself.

  Finally, I try for something more neutral than my crazy thoughts demand. “What happens now?”

  He lifts those clear blue eyes, and grins. “Go out with me?”

  I laugh.

  Chapter Eleven

  Merc

  Life is looking up.

  The nightmares still tear up my nights to pieces, and I’ve no clue what they mean, but at least I have Cos. The promise of seeing her makes me smile at random moments.

  Like now.

  It’s late afternoon. I’m bent over an open car engine, “American Girls and French Kisses” by Beach Slang booming in my ears, when Matt wanders beside me and kicks at my shin.

  “Fuck.” I jerk away, yank the earphones off my head. “What’s wrong with you?”

  “What’s up?” He tries to kick me again and I kick him back.

  I miss. “Work, work, work, what do you think? My boss is a slave driver
.”

  He chuckles. “You seem to be in a good mood, slave. Won the lottery? Got a hot date?”

  “And what if I do?”

  “A date, huh?” He gives a wolf whistle. “Who’s the poor girl who’ll have to put up with you for the night?”

  “Har, har,” I say drily. “You’re so funny, Matt.”

  “Oh yeah, I’m a barrel of laughs.”

  “I’ll have you know that—”

  “Yeah, yeah, Chicks dig you. I know.” He tugs on his dark beard, pins me with his shrewd, dark gaze. “This date… It wouldn’t be with the girl you talked to me about a couple of times?”

  I still, hand on a gasket I’ve been checking. I glance sideways at him. “And if it is?”

  “Woo baby, is what I’ll say.” He bends over the engine beside me, gives me a steady look. “Psycho girl, you called her. You said she’s been driving you up the wall.”

  I wince. And then I think of fucking Cos against the wall and damn if my dick doesn’t perk up and harden. “It turned out to be a misunderstanding,” I mumble.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, she has a twin sister.”

  “You’re not fucking serious.”

  I shake my head, snort. “I am. But it’s all cleared up now.”

  Well, apart from the little fact her Facebook profile says she is in a dream relationship with someone. Who? And what does it mean?

  “Good. You wouldn’t want to be screwing around with the wrong sister, now, would you?”

  “No, I wouldn’t.” I frown and try to read his face. “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing. Just that you’ve been so torn up about this chick for a while now.”

  “I told you, it was a misunderstanding.”

  “Okay. I may not be your dad, Merc, but I don’t take kindly to anyone fucking with your feelings.”

  I turn back to the engine. “I’m a grown up, man,” I say gruffly, oddly touched by his concern. The guy has been more of a family to me than my real dad would ever hope to be. “I’ll be fine.”

  “And Gigi mentioned you haven’t been sleeping well.”

  I straighten, almost smashing my head on the hood. “Hey, now—”

  “Not that I need her telling me that. I can use my own fucking eyes. You look wiped out.”

  My jaw clenches and I take a step back. My hands curl into fists. “Have I made mistakes? Have I flaked on the job?”

  “No.” His eyes narrow. “You haven’t.”

  Yet.

  He doesn’t say it, but the word hangs in the air between us.

  Or maybe it’s in my mind.

  “I’m just worried about you, kiddo,” he says, and all of a sudden, I feel like I’m sixteen all over again—the age I was when I first met him.

  “I said, I’m fine.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. “Just… lots of assignments.”

  He looks steadily at me, and I wonder if he believes me. Guy can see right through me.

  Everyone can, it seems, but dammit, I don’t want Matt to think I’m weak. Ever since I met him, I’ve wanted to impress him, show him I can hold up my end, look after myself.

  Last thing I need is Matt worrying that I’m not getting my goddamn beauty sleep.

  “I’m fucking fine,” I say again, returning to the engine.

  And I am. My mouth curls into a smile when I think of tonight’s plans.

  I have a date with my girl, and we’ll probably talk, laugh, and then fuck.

  Or fuck first.

  My smile grows into a grin the more I think about it—about her, about her curves, her mouth, her voice, her words, and my mood lifts. I’m more than fine. I can’t wait for tonight.

  Sleeping is overrated anyway.

  I stay at the garage later than I’d intended, to finish work on a car, then drive like an asshole, too fast and overtaking slow-moving life forms on my way to the apartment, loud rock playing loud enough to be heard from the moon.

  JC isn’t in, which is a relief. The guy is okay, though a bit strange sometimes, but I want to have Cosima all to myself tonight.

  Humming under my breath, I pace the living room like a caged animal—and then I stop to check how I look in the full-length mirror by the door for the second time.

  “What’s wrong with you?” I ask my reflection, giving my worn jeans, Quiet Rock Death T-shirt and rumpled hair a quick once-over. “You look the same as always. Stop this shit. You’re not some love-struck teenager.”

  Huffing, I resume my pacing. Yeah, not nervous at all.

  When the doorbell rings, I race to open as if the fucking world will end if I delay. Then she’s right there, standing on my doorstep, and the world rights itself again.

  “Hi,” she says. In her black jacket, slinky blouse, short skirt and high-heeled boots, with her dark hair in a ponytail and dark red lipstick on her mouth, she looks darkly sexy, like a succubus come to steal my soul

  I think there’s a cat on her dark T-shirt, but hell, the swell of her tits is far more interesting, drawing my gaze.

  How did I ever mistake her for her sister, that girl with the bangs, conservative dresses and sensible pumps?

  Grabbing her hand, I drag her inside and close the door, then press her to it, molding my body to hers. “Hi,” I whisper.

  She gasps, her purse sliding off her shoulder, hitting the floor. I push the jacket off her, sliding my hands down her arms.

  Her eyes zero in at my mouth, though, and when I kiss her, she loops her arms around my neck, her lips parting, her tongue tangling with mine.

  Oh yeah.

  Feels like I’ve been waiting for this for years, even though it was only yesterday I kissed her and touched her. Fuck, I love pressing her against things so I can crush our bodies together, feel every inch of her, feel how she responds and reacts to my mouth, my hands, my stiff dick that’s trying to drill through my jeans to get to her.

  Her hands slide around my neck, and I feel her nipples harden through the material of her blouse, diamond-sharp points against my chest. She tastes of strawberry gum and sexy girl, and her breathy moans are driving me crazy. I slip my hands down her hips behind, to her ass, and haul her harder against my hard-on.

  Damn, I need her naked, right now, and the thought of having her spread underneath me, all bared to me, sends more blood flowing south, more and more, until I think I’ll come in my pants.

  “I want you,” I whisper against her soft lips.

  “Merc…”

  I lift her up and she laughs. “Bed, now.”

  Damn, I love carrying this girl around, having her sweet weight in my arms, her arms around my neck. I carry her to my bedroom, kick the door open and lay her down on my bed.

  Mouth roughened from my kiss, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, she’s hot. Her dark hair is coming out of the ponytail, spreading on my pillow, her tits are rising and falling fast.

  Goddamn… I lick my lips, reach down trying in vain to adjust my painful hard-on inside my pants. She’s like a Christmas present, in that short skirt and thin blouse. I want to unwrap her.

  Take her.

  Slowing down is gonna be a problem. My dick likes her way too much.

  My dick is clever. Good boy.

  “Down, boy,” I whisper, and she grins, a kittenish tilt of lips and small sharp teeth that makes me groan. “What are you doing to me, woman?”

  “I’m not doing anything!”

  “But you are.” I undo my zipper, trying to get some relief and her grin fades, gaze focusing on my crotch. “Getting me so hard I can’t think.”

  “Then stop thinking,” she murmurs, sitting up and reaching for the hem of my T-shirt, shoving it up and running her hands over my chest. This shouldn’t feel so good, her touch, her face uptilted, her eyes gazing right at mine as she explores, running over my pecs, and down to my abs.

  Fuck this. I grab the hem and tear the T-shirt over my head, throwing it to the floor somewhere. “Come here.”

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sp; “Not yet.” She shoves my pants down, and I hiss when my cock catches in the fabric. Before I catch my breath, the pants are sliding down my legs and I step out of them. “You come here.”

  Her wicked little hands wrap around my dick and then she opens her mouth and swallows me down to the root.

  I make a sound like I’m choking to death. “Oh fuck, fuck, yeah…” My hands clench at my sides as she sucks on my hard-on and licks the head like a lollipop and oh shit, my balls are drawing up, tightening.

  No way. Regretfully I push her back, off my dick. “Don’t wanna come yet.”

  Though my dick jerks when she licks her lips. “You taste good.”

  A groan makes its way up my throat and have to grip the base of my cock not to come here and now.

  That cat-like grin again, though her dark eyes hold a question, one I’m about to answer.

  “I wanna see you.” I give my cock a few strokes, then reach for her and push the black jacket off her shoulders. Her fine blouse molds over her round tits, outlining the peaks of her nipples.

  Damn, this girl. Even fully clothed she heats my blood. I run my hands over her shoulders, over her tits, hear her sharp intake of breath. I lift the blouse off her, throw it over the side of the bed and stare at the lace-covered mounds, dark nipples showing through.

  Hot.

  I tug the lace down and stroke her nipples with my thumbs, until they harden more. She moans, face turned to the side, eyes gleaming beneath her lashes. I need to taste them. They look like chocolate, and I bet they’re just as sweet.

  Climbing between her legs, I slide my hands up to her shoulders and push her on her back, bend over her to lick and suck. I was right, she tastes sweet, the little nubs like candies. I tug on one with my teeth and her body arches off the mattress.

  “God, please!” she whimpers.

  I like the sound of this, so I do it again, then grin against her breast. “Please, what?”

  She swallows, glances up at me. “I want you.”

  I plant my hands on either side of her and lift up to look down into her eyes. “Girl, you wouldn’t believe how fucking much I want you.” As proof, I rub my hard cock up and down her thigh, and she lets her legs fall wider. “Yeah?”