Road to Passion

by Piper Davenport

  “How long are you going to have to wait?” Millie asked.

  Pauley had just left the table, only able to say hi, give hugs, and then had to get back to the bar.

  “For what?” I asked.

  “Him to do the deed.”

  “Ohmigod, Millicent. It’s barely been a month.”

  “So? You’re hot, he’s hot, you’re both clearly into each other... like, big time. Time to punch that V-card, baby.”

  “Romantic.”

  Millie giggled. “Just get it over with.”

  “Well, I’m just waiting on him. I’m ready whenever he is.” I lowered my voice. “I even went back on the pill.”

  Millie nodded her approval. “Is he being all gentlemanly and shit?”

  I smiled. “Yeah, I kind of think he is.”

  Millie’s grin went from sweet to ecstatic. “You really like him, huh?”

  I nodded. “A lot.”

  “Aw, honey, I’m so glad. You deserve a good guy.”

  “Thanks, Millie. So do you.”

  “Ugh, no, don’t say that. I just got rid of Trey. I’m good for a while.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, that’s very true. He was a douchebag.”

  “Amen to that.” She checked her watch and smiled. “I really have to go. Tomorrow’s going to be a bitch and a half getting up early, but now that I’ve pushed it, it’s going to be worse.”

  “I’ll text Mack so we can walk you to your car.”

  “Thanks.”

  Mack responded that he’d come, so we waved Kim over for the check. She grinned and walked our way, waving my hand with my credit card away. “Mack took care of it, hon.”

  “He did?”

  “Yep. And he tipped me generously,” she said. “Or he’s going to.”

  I laughed. “Okay.”

  We slid from the booth and headed out of the bar. Mack arrived a few minutes later and we walked Millie to her car, then he wrapped his arm around my waist and we walked the short block to Blush.

  “Thanks for taking care of our drinks,” I said, giving his waist a gentle squeeze as I smiled up at him. “You didn’t need to do that.”

  Mack smiled. “Yes I did.”

  We walked in through the back of the club and he guided me to his office. Once inside, he slid his phone from his pocket and sent a text to someone before focusing on me again. “Through that door,” he nodded to the back of the room, “bathroom, behind us is a private bar. Help yourself to anything, just write down what you take.”

  “Okay.”

  “If you’re hungry, just pick up the phone by the door and order what you want.”

  “Will I get to see you at all?”

  “I never know what’s going to happen, so I can’t promise anything.” He gave me a gentle smile. “Babe, I told you how busy weekends are.”

  I sighed. “I know. I just thought I could distract you enough not to care.”

  Mack laughed, leaning down to kiss me quickly. “I’ll make it up to you.”

  I slid my hands up his chest. “I look forward to it,” I whispered, and kissed him again, this time, holding him closer and hopefully relaying exactly what I needed to relay.

  “God, Darien, you’re killin’ me,” he said when he broke the kiss.

  I smiled, stroking his cheek. “So, if I tell you I’m back on the pill, will that—”

  I didn’t finish my sentence, as his mouth covered mine again and our kiss became desperate... frantic. The phone on his desk pealed and he dragged his lips from mine with a, “Fuck!” reaching behind him to answer it. “Yeah?” He sighed. “Yeah, okay, be there in a sec.” He hung up and gave me a gentle squeeze. “I have to go, but we’ll talk about all of this later.”

  I bit my lip. “Can we do more than talk?”

  “We’ll talk.”

  With that last word, he stalked out of his office and pulled the door closed behind him. Feeling a little like a petulant child who didn’t get their way (because I didn’t, damn it), I flopped onto his sofa and pulled out my phone. It was too late to talk to Millie, and Pauley was still working, so I was kind of stuck.

  Gah! This was all so new to me and I had no idea how to proceed. Was I a slut if I suggested now? Was I a prude if I didn’t? My sister said she loved sex and had it with all of her boyfriends, but she typically waited a few months. If she ever had a one-night stand, she never told me about it. Millie had only slept with one guy (not Trey) and she made him wait six months, but they were also seniors in high school and almost eighteen. They were together for almost three years before they broke up. Trey was a quick and ridiculous relationship that barely lasted three months and she never felt comfortable enough to go that far with him.

  I’d waited twenty-two years, and honestly, I didn’t really want to wait any longer. I liked him, probably loved him a little bit, and I wanted more. I bet he typically didn’t wait very long.

  I slid onto my back and set my feet against the arm rest as I opened my scrabble game and requested a random opponent. Might as well pass the time... I was going to be there for a while.

  “DARIEN?”

  I heard my name but it seemed far away. “Hmm?” I mumbled.

  My body dipped as Mack’s voice got close and whispered, “Dare, baby, wake up?”

  I forced my eyes open and smiled up at him. “Hi.”

  “Hi.”

  “How long have I been asleep?”

  “A couple of hours.”

  “I have?” I couldn’t stop a yawn.

  “Yeah. I came in and checked on you again about an hour ago and you were out.”

  “Why didn’t you wake me?”

  “Because I figured you’d rather sleep since I couldn’t entertain you.”

  I smiled. “Good call.”

  “I’m gonna take you home now.”

  I wrinkled my nose. “Okay.”

  “You don’t want to go home?”

  “Not particularly.”

  “What would you like to do?” he asked.

  “I’d like to peel you out of your clothes and lick every inch of your body, but since I’m a lady, that would be frowned upon.”

  He stroked my cheek. “My place, then?”

  “Don’t you dare tease me, Logan Reed.”

  “Come on, baby... up.” He stood and helped me from the sofa and we left the club. “Pauley taking care of your dog?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, she’s been home for over an hour. I’ll text her and let her know I’m staying at your place. It’s all good.”

  I slid into his black Gran Turismo and buckled myself in while he made his way to the driver’s side. Once in and buckled, he guided us out of the parking lot and took my hand. “Are you sure, Darien?”

  I rolled my head toward him. “Hells yes. I’ve waited a long time for you. I don’t want to wait anymore. You just have to be patient and tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.”

  Mack laughed. “Baby, nothing you could do would be wrong.”

  “Well, if I do do it wrong, don’t dump me.”

  He squeezed my hand. “Stuck with me, baby.”

  I grinned. “Ditto.”

  We drove to his place relatively quickly and he parked in the garage then opened the door for me. I followed him inside and he disarmed and reset the alarm before pulling me into his arms and kissing me.

  We took a second to discard our jackets and shoes, and I dropped my purse on the island as he lifted me slightly and carried me from the kitchen back to his bedroom. With my feet dangling, I giggled, but we continued to kiss as he kicked his door open and settled me across the bed. Stretching out on top of me, he rolled us so we were facing each other and slid his hand under my sweater.

  He cupped my breast and gently squeezed as I arched into him. Reaching behind me, he unclasped my bra and slid everything off my upper body, drawing a nipple into his mouth, and then the other. I sighed as he kissed between my breasts and then focused on my mouth again. I moved my hands so I could unbutton his shirt, slid
ing my hands to open it. He was magnificent.

  “Logan, you have got to be illegal,” I rasped as I ran my fingers down his abs.

  His stomach contracted and he pulled my fingers to his lips. “You keep doing that, we won’t get far. I want to make this last a little while.”

  I bit my lip, but I nodded. “I want to see you.”

  Mack grinned and slipped his shirt off and I was back to gawking. God, he was gorgeous. His left arm was tattooed from just above his wrist to his shoulder and he had a Dogs of Fire tattoo on his right pec, but otherwise, he was bare.

  I leaned forward and kissed his smooth chest with a smile. “Perfect.”

  He kissed me again as he unzipped my jeans. His hand slid inside, under my panties, and between my legs. I squirmed at his touch, his hand cupping me. “Open, baby.”

  I shifted so he could slide his hand further between my legs and then he slipped a finger inside of me and I whimpered.

  He pulled back. “Does that hurt?”

  I shook my head, gripping his arm. “More.”

  Mack grinned and slid off the bed.

  “Where are you going?” I demanded.

  “Nowhere, baby,” he promised, tugging my jeans down. “Lift.”

  I lifted my hips and he pulled everything off and then kissed his way up my legs. Gripping my thighs gently, he settled his face between them and kissed the top of each. “Gorgeous.”

  “Logan,” I rasped as his mouth covered my core. I slipped my fingers into his hair as he gently sucked on my clit and I couldn’t stop myself from bucking against his mouth. This made him grip my thighs harder and keep me in place, but it did not make him remove his mouth. I let out a quiet squeak as his tongue slipped inside of me and I felt a little like I was being transported somewhere else. His mouth moved back to my clit and he slipped a finger inside of me and I screamed his name as I came apart.

  I glanced down my body to watch as he continued to kiss me intimately and then he raised up and leaned over me. “Fuckin’ honey, baby.”

  “That was pretty good,” I joked.

  Mack laughed and moved his way back up, ending at my neck and cupping my breast as he kissed me just under my jaw. “It’s gonna get even better,” he promised.

  “I want to see you,” I whispered, and reached up to stroke his cheek. “All of you.”

  “You will, Darien.” He smiled. “We need to go slow.”

  “I don’t want to go slow.”

  “I get it, baby, but this is going to hurt a little and I want you relaxed.”

  “Relax me naked.” I slid my hand to cup him over his jeans. I could feel his size through the denim and he was huge. He smiled and stood, pushing his jeans and boxer briefs off, and facing me again. I swallowed. “Oh, God.”

  His expression became one of concern. “What?”

  “There’s no way that’s going to fit,” I whispered. “You’re too big.” And he was. I was sure his cock would break me in two.

  Mack chuckled and crawled over me, kissing between my breasts. “Trust me?”

  I cupped his face as he hovered over me. “Yes.”

  “I’m gonna take care of you, sweetheart, but you ever want to stop, tell me.”

  “Even—”

  “Doesn’t matter when, Darien. You want to stop, we stop.” I nodded and he leaned closer. “Doesn’t matter when, yeah?” I nodded again. “I need to hear the words, baby.”

  “If I want to stop, we stop.”

  “Good girl,” he whispered, and kissed me. He rolled us onto our sides again and cupped my bottom, guiding my thigh over his hip. It brought me closer to his body and his cock rubbed against my clit giving me the most incredible sensation. He slid his hand between us and slipped a finger inside. “Soaked, baby.”

  I nodded. “Is that okay?”

  “It’s perfect, honey. Better than perfect.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Baby, are you enjoying yourself?”

  I let out a quick breath. “Yes,” I panted as he slipped another finger inside of me.

  “Then it’s perfect.”

  Before I could say anymore, he kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and capturing my sigh. I heard the tear of foil and then he rolled on a condom and positioned me so I was straddling him, but we were on our sides.

  “I’m gonna go really slow, Darien. Let you get used to me. You can pull back if it’s too much. It’s why we’re like this. You have more power.”

  I licked my lips. “Okay.”

  He smiled gently. “Why do you look terrified?”

  “I’m not,” I insisted. “This is my concentrating face.”

  Mack laughed. “Fuck, baby, you’re funny at the most random times.”

  “Sorry,” I whispered.

  “Hey.” He stroked my cheek. “Don’t apologize for anything. You’re perfect, yeah?”

  I smiled. “I just don’t want to screw anything up.”

  “Darien, you can’t.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.” He kissed me. “God, baby, I promise.”

  “Logan.” I kissed him again. “I’m falling in love with you. This is probably the worst time to bring this up and you don’t have to respond, really, I just wanted you to know.”

  “Well, I am in love with you. Unequivocally.” He slid a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Inside and out.” He tilted his hips forward, his cock slipping partially inside of me. “Okay?”

  “Yes,” I breathed out. “More.”

  Rolling my nipple between his fingers, I arched, naturally drawing him further into my body. It felt incredible. “Ohmigod.” His head dipped to cover that same nipple with his mouth and he bit down gently as he thrust deeper. “Yes!” I cried.

  “Okay?”

  “Oh, God, Logan, will you just fuck me already?” I demanded.

  And he did. Ohmigod, he did.

  I shifted and he slid a little deeper, then a little more. All the while, he worked my nipples, my clit, my mouth. I had to give it to him, he waited until I was no longer fully coherent before he gave one swift push and I felt the sting of my virginity leaving my body. He caught my cry with his mouth and stilled, but held me close. I blinked back my tears, the pain worse than I had expected, but not something I wouldn’t be able to forget.

  Mack kissed my cheek and whispered, “It’s done. Are you okay?”

  I smiled, shifting so I could stroke his cheek. “I’m sore, but I don’t want to stop yet, okay?”

  “You sure?”

  “I love you.” I shifted so I could draw him deeper. “Yes, I’m sure.”

  “Maybe we should stop.”

  I wrapped my arms around his back and squeezed. “No.”

  “Baby, you look...,’ he grimaced, “...like you’re concentrating again.”

  “Then make me not concentrate,” I challenged.

  “I don’t want to hurt you again.”

  “You didn’t hurt me before,” I countered, and cupped his face. “I swear to God, Logan, you make me come again or I’m going to hit you. And if you don’t come in the process, I’ll hit you too.”

  “You sure?”

  “Do I need to hit you now?”

  He rolled me to my back and hovered over me. “If you want to—”

  “Stop. Yeah, honey, I got it.”

  Mack kissed me and then drew my nipple into his mouth, then the other. Sliding his hand between us, he fingered my clit and I couldn’t help but rock my hips against him, which pulled him further inside of me.

  “Yes,” I whispered. “Harder, baby.”

  He thrust into me and I raised my legs, wrapping my ankles around his hips. He continued to surge into me, until my climax overtook me. I screamed his name as I came undone, then he gave one final thrust and a grunted, “Mine,” and rolled us onto our sides again.

  I let out a quiet chuckle as I caught my breath.

  “Fuck me, Darien.”

  “I think I just
did.” I slid my fingers into his hair. “Or you did.”

  He laughed, kissing me gently.

  “When do we do this without a condom?” I asked.

  “Soon. I’m always safe and I haven’t been with anyone since a little while before we met,” he said. “Regardless, I got tested last week because I want you to feel comfortable, so we’ll wait for the results.”

  “Thank you.” I stroked his cheek. “I wouldn’t have even thought to ask.”

  He smiled, kissing my palm. “Stick with me, kid.”

  “Okay, honey.”

  “Brace yourself, baby, I’m gonna slide out and it may sting a bit.”

  “’K.” I gripped his shoulders as he moved his hips away from me. He was right, I was a little sore, but it didn’t take away from the fact that he’d made my first time incredibly perfect. I hadn’t expected I’d hate it (especially, with the right person), but I certainly didn’t expect to enjoy it as much as I did, if at all.

  “Don’t move,” he said, and kissed me gently. “I’ll be right back.”

  I nodded with a smile and he climbed off the bed and headed into the bathroom. I bit my lip in an effort not to squeak at the sight of him walking away. God, his ass was incredible. I heard the toilet flush and then Mack returned to me with a warm washcloth.

  “Spread, baby.” I did and he settled the soft cloth against me, soothing the sting. “Feel good?”

  “Very,” I whispered on a yawn.

  He smiled and leaned down to kiss me. “I’m gonna get you a shirt, then we’ll sleep.”

  “Give me a second,” I said, and headed to the bathroom. Admittedly, I moved a little slower than normal. I cleaned up a little more and then walked back out to the bedroom and grabbed my panties, shimmying them back on.

  Mack smiled and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his hard, naked chest. He’d pulled on boxer briefs that only accentuated his perfect body even more. “How sore?”

  I stroked the corded muscle on his neck. “A bit.”

  “I grabbed a couple of Advil for you.” He ran his hands over my bottom. “And a T-shirt.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Let’s get some sleep,” Mack said, and pulled the covers down. I slid in and he pulled me against him. I was on my back, my side against him and he settled his head in his palm, hovering above me slightly. “Tomorrow, we’ll grab some things from your place to keep here, yeah?”