TOTAL ECLIPSE: The Evolution (Sin City Heat Series Book 7)

by S. K. Hardy

  There. Lifting her chin, she turned and bent down to grab the bath sponge she’d dropped on the floor. She quickly straightened, ignoring his deep groan when his eyes no doubt latched onto her ass.

  Keeping her back to him, she started scrubbing her skin with the soapy sponge. “I know a lot has happened today, with you finding out about your brother, but that doesn’t make what happened between us any less upsetting to me.” Between the steam of the hot water, and the heat emanating from his body, Jerra was on fire, but she absolutely refused to turn around. “Screwing me right now is not going to change that.”

  A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “‘Screwing you’. Is that supposed to upset me? You can call it whatever you like, counselor. Screwing, fuckin’, makin’ love…whatever. But it is gonna happen.”

  When she felt his hand on her waist, Jerra jumped like a cat whose paws had just touched a scorching hot roof. Turning to face him, she sent up a silent prayer, begging for some type of divine intervention. She wasn’t strong enough to resist him on her own.

  Giving it a last ditch effort, she put as much authority as she could muster into her voice. “I don’t know how much clearer I can be. I’m not playing, Darrell.”

  “And you think I am?” His fingers trailed up her arm, leaving a molten path of awareness burning in their wake. “Matter of fact, let me show you exactly how serious I am.”

  Before she could form a reply, Darrell twisted her back around towards the wall and placed her hands flat on the French patterned travertine tile. Bending his legs a bit, he grabbed his erection and slid the bulbous head of his dick between the tight crevice of her ass cheeks.

  Jerra bit down on her lip to stifle her answering moan. “I’m a-asking you to stop.”

  When Darrell stilled, Jerra went limp with a sigh of relief she couldn’t keep in. A second longer, she would’ve been begging him to hurry. Her relief, however, was short lived when he inched up close, all but gluing the front of his body to the back of hers.

  Darrell placed his free hand on the shower wall above hers. “Stop fighting me, Jerra. You want this just as much as I do.”

  “Stop treating me like a bitch in heat who can’t control her urges.”

  He brought his lips close to her ear, and whispered, “You’re my bitch in heat, though, ain’t you?”

  Jerra inhaled a sharp intake of air. She tried to summon some type of anger or outrage at his arrogance, but she couldn’t. She was so turned on she couldn’t think straight.

  His voice low and seductive, Darrell’s body was a tight mass of pure restraint. “I could be blind and still read the signals your body sends out to me, Jerra. And right now, it’s tellin’ me that you want me to take what’s mine. Don’t you?”

  He slid his hand down the front of her body, caressing the dips and curves he encountered along the way, until he reached the juncture of her thighs. Splaying a hand over the front of her soft, curly mound, Darrell palmed her in a snug, possessive hold, telling her without words that it belonged to him and him alone. He slowly drove his middle finger between the folds of her swollen lips and found the thick, slippery evidence of her arousal…just as he knew he would.

  Growling quietly he inched his finger into the moist portal of her sex. The breath he exhaled was ragged and choppy, his voice edgy with desire. “You want this. Admit it, Jerra. If I’m wrong, tell me. If you really want me to stop, I promise I’ll stop right now.”

  Jerra whimpered. Her hands curled into fists on the shower wall. She was so wet. So aroused. So hungry for him. It made no sense whatsoever for him to have so much power over her body. Still, she tried desperately to reply, to tell him to stop, but unfortunately all of her concentration was focused on trying not to cum in his hand.

  When several long seconds went by without her demanding that he leave, Darrell removed his finger from her tight center, his dick jerking reflexively when her inner muscles clutched him like a greedy lover reluctant to let him leave. He lowered his head, licking the droplets of water off her shoulder while gently squeezing her distended clit. Its plump fullness reminded him of a luscious grape that had ripened, and was now ready to be harvested into a delicious vintage wine. Jerra’s entire body shuddered. Darrell knew the slightest bit of pressure would make her burst over his fingers. His mouth watered in anticipation of her taste.

  “Stop fighting me and let Daddy give you what you need,” he whispered in a hoarse voice. “Come here.”

  Wrapping his hand loosely around her throat, he guided her head back onto his shoulder. Turning her face towards him, his tongue glided over her teeth before plunging deep inside her mouth. The kiss was hot, wet, and erotic as hell.

  Jerra’s eyes fluttered closed. She moaned as his mouth moved impatiently over hers, their lips overlapping so that her bottom one was captured between both of his. Jerra’s body grew lax, her heartbeat pounding crazily in her chest. Tilting her head back further, she surrendered to the kiss, welcoming it with a hunger that matched his. Breathing heavily, Darrell tore his lips away from hers and traveled around to her sensitive nape where he knew she was highly sensitive.

  Jerra’s chin dropped to her chest. “Oh God, right there,” she breathed with a slight catch in her voice.

  Pulse racing, she writhed like a sinewy snake, her ass grinding and swaying back into his groin. Quivering with excitement, she bit down on her bottom lip when Darrell kneeled behind her. He bent Jerra over and positioned her in a manner that gave him clear access to the opening of her pussy.

  Jerra twisted around and looked over her shoulder. The sight of him on his knees made her positively ache for fulfillment. Desire coiled tight in the lower part of her stomach as she waited for the first touch of his tongue. She wanted it desperately. Darrell encouraged her to unleash a part of herself she hadn’t been aware existed until she met him. She craved the debaucherous element of sex he’d introduced her to. He never made her feel self-conscious or embarrassed about her wanton need for pleasure. He encouraged it, allowed her to feel safe enough to embrace it without reservation or shame, and that’s exactly what she did now.

  Throwing her head back, her hips jerked when his tongue swiped over her clit. She trembled when it teased and swirled around the hypersensitive flesh with an expertise that left her weak and on the verge of exploding. Jerra groaned in protest when he abandoned her pearl and found the glistening target of her pussy. He rimmed her slippery opening tantalizingly slow before easing inside.

  Darrell growled appreciatively when her flavor coated his taste buds. “Swear to God I never tasted pussy this sweet.”

  He uttered the words in a rush before going back to feast on her clit. The lazy, rhythmic thrashes of his tongue quickly turned frenzied and urgent. It invaded her core, plunging into her satiny depths and devouring her hot flesh with open mouth kisses that left her gasping for a breath.

  “Please,” Jerra managed to get out. “P-Please.”

  “Come on, Mama. Tell me what you want,” Darrell urged her in a salacious whisper. As much as he strived to satisfy Jerra, his focus was also on sating his overwhelming hunger for her. He got off on her talking dirty to him. “You know I like to hear it.”

  “Your t-tongue. I love the way y-your tongue is fucking me,” Jerra swallowed convulsively, her nails digging into the soft skin of her palm. She opened her legs wider as she threw her pussy back at him. “I’m so close, baby. Make me cum. Please.”

  She didn’t have long to wait. His lips massaged her tender clit, sucking on it as if it were a piece of sweet, sticky caramel he wanted to savor as long as he could.

  “Ready to gimme my suga?” he asked seductively, letting her ride his rigid tongue before caressing her clitoris with rapid licks. Jerra’s loud, piercing screams echoed in the huge enclosure. Her hips circled helplessly in time with the spiraling twists of his tongue until she completely shattered.

  Eyes closed and teeth clenched, Jerra slapped her palm against the wet surface of the wall twice before curling
it back into a fist. The orgasm seized her in its powerful clutches and refused to release her until it was good and ready. Jerra melted in his mouth like the pink cotton candy she used to get from the fair when she was young. Dizzy from the pleasurable eruption, her pussy pulsated and convulsed. God. It felt so. Fucking. Good! Her knees threatened to buckle and give way from underneath her, but Darrell held her undulating hips tight, staying with her as she bucked and rode his tongue to completion.

  His nostrils flared at her scent. He was greedy for every drop of her sweetness. “Good as fuck,” he mumbled against her pussy lips. “I got you, baby.”

  Kissing her feminine lips one last time, he stood up in one fluid movement and pulled her back against him with a deep sigh. His shaft pulsated against her ass like a second heart beat. Darrell lowered his mouth and kissed a trail along the delicate curve of her neck.

  “I can’t stand being away from you, Jerra,” he whispered harshly. “You mean… everything to me, baby. Don’t you understand that?”

  Jerra’s lids drooped low. Her breathing jagged and uneven, she wiggled eagerly against his straining sex. “I want you.”

  “Do you?” His voice was raspy with need. Darrell traced the curve of her lips with the tip of his finger before slowly dipping it in her mouth. “You sure it’s me you want?”

  Jerra realized that he was referencing the jab she’d thrown at him about Lorenzo. “You know there’s never been anyone else.”

  Darrell kissed her temple. Threading his fingers through her silky hair, he gathered the thick strands in his hand and wrapped them in a loose fist. Tugging gently, but firmly, he pulled her head back. The water momentarily pelted at her face before she could avert her head.

  Jerra sputtered, opening her mouth in order to breathe. She reached up to try to dislodge his fingers from her hair with little success. “Darrell! Let go, dammit!”

  He leaned forward so that he could look her directly in the eye. Jerra’s body vibrated uncontrollably when she heard the hint of anger in his voice.

  “I don’t care what problems we might be having or what we might be going through, Jerra, don’t ever use another man as a way to get in my head like that.” His eyes burned with the warning, letting her know exactly how close she’d hit her mark.

  Jerra swallowed nervously. She nodded in jerky movements, but when Darrell lifted his eyebrows, she gave him the answer he was waiting for. “Yes, alright?”

  “Good.” He covered her mouth with his in a hard, punishing kiss intended to reiterate the message…which Jerra got loud and clear.

  Abruptly breaking the kiss, Darrell turned her towards one of the stylish built-in handrails. “Grab on to that, baby,” he told her.

  Heart pounding and breath quickening, Jerra did as he instructed. Once she had a secure hold on the rail, Darrell lifted her up by her pelvis. Jerra automatically brought her legs back and hooked them around his waist. Gripping her hips and balancing her so that he supported most of her weight, Darrell slid into place between her thighs, his aching shaft poised and ready to enter her sweet warmth. Bending his knees, he surged inside of her pussy with one smooth thrust. His guttural groans mingled with her screams as sounds of hard, satisfying sex bounced off the walls.

  Her eyes tightly closed, Jerra held on to the handrail, welcoming the pleasure as well as the pain when he imbedded himself impossibly deep. Darrell knew just what she needed and how to give it to her. When he eased out until only the head of his dick remained, Jerra’s pussy snapped closed, desperate to keep him inside of her slick, wet heat. She was voracious. Anxious to reach the level she knew he was getting ready to take her to.

  “Please,” Jerra whispered. Her center quivered around him in anticipation, gripping his heavy shaft like a vice.

  “Please what?” Darrell murmured through gritted teeth, the veins in his taut neck slightly engorged. He struggled to maintain control but it was a battle he was quickly losing. “What do you want, baby?”

  “Everything. Give me everything.” She pulsed over the head of his dick when he refused to give her more, rocking against him with small circles, milking his tip by flexing and contracting her inner muscles. “I want…I need you to fuck me.”

  With a drawn out grunt of pleasure that told her that’s what he’d been waiting on, Darrell gave her what she wanted, sheathing himself to the hilt again. Her position rendered Jerra all but immobile and at his mercy. Darrell took full advantage. The muscles in his powerful frame rippled just below the surface. He used his legs to drive into her yielding softness, his hips working vigorously as he tapped away at her spot and beckoned her release.

  “This how you want it? Huh?” he demanded, his voice rough and hoarse.

  “Yes! God yes!”

  Moving her as if she weighed nothing, Darrell pulled her down his thick length to meet his upward thrusts for deeper penetration. He stretched her pussy walls to allow himself to reach ultimate depth and fill her to maximum capacity. Darrell grunted furiously with each stroke as wet flesh slapped rhythmically against wet flesh.

  “So tight, J. You ready to cum for me?”

  “Please, please… please!”

  “Fuck!”

  Darrell expertly stroked her fiery core, his dick like a rod of iron. He didn’t stop until simultaneous bolts of pleasure toppled them both over the peaks of unimaginable bliss. A thousand different sensations assaulted her at one time, catapulting her over the threshold and delivering her to a heart-thumping climax. Her release flowed down Darrell’s dick like a torrential storm and intermingled with the water.

  His groan of masculine satisfaction rang out loudly as his seed erupted and spilled into her in hot spurts. Darrell strained to burrow his dick deeper. The shattering release was almost violent, primal in his intensity. He’d never in his life reached this level of fulfillment with anyone other than Jerra. Never.

  Long moments later, he eased her down to a standing position. He kept his arms wrapped around her waist in support while she got the strength back in her legs. Nuzzling her neck, he released a drawn out sigh that ended in a gratifying moan. “Definitely one area we’ve never had a problem in, right?”

  Jerra’s body went stiff. She tried to remove his arms, but Darrell refused to let her go.

  “Hey.” Frowning, he peered down into her face. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing. I’m fine.” Her body language, however, told him she was anything but.

  Darrell hesitated before allowing her to slip free so that she could shower. As he lathered his own body with soap, his eyes remained fixed on her, trying to figure out what happened just that fast to cause her to become closed and withdrawn.

  When Jerra was finished, she left out of the bathroom without even looking his way. The brief sense of contentment he’d felt all but vanished. Instead of the experience they’d just shared bringing them closer and making things right between them, Darrell had a feeling the two of them were now farther apart than ever.

  CHAPTER 12

  Darrell walked into their bedroom just in time to see Jerra cover her naked body with a t-shirt that reached mid-thigh. She glanced at him, noticing he’d pulled his jeans on but left them unsnapped. When she looked away without saying anything, Darrell softly called her name.

  “Jerra–”

  “Please don’t.” Her tone subdued, she used the towel that had been wrapped around her body to dry her hair.

  “I swear I didn’t plan this,” he said in a low voice. “It just…happened. I only came here to talk to you, but that remark you made about Lorenzo set me off. I saw red and…”

  “And once again you had to prove how much control you have over me, right? Congratulations. Mission accomplished.” Jerra threw the towel on the bed and finally looked him in the eye. “You might be able to fuck my body into submission, but you’ll never be able to fuck my mind. It’s not going to make me forget everything else.”

  “That’s not what I was doing.” Darrell ignored the heated glare she gave
him and came closer. Swallowing, he laid it all out on the line. “J., I’ve only been away from you a couple of hours and I can’t stand it. Tell me what I have to do to fix this.”

  She tried to turn her head away, but Darrell wouldn’t let her. Placing a hand at her waist, he brought the other one up under her chin and lifted her face to his.

  “I know you need time, and I intended to give you that, but I was only in that fuckin’ condo for half an hour before I started going crazy. You and D.J. are all I got, Jerra. You’re my family. I don’t want to be apart from you, even if it’s only for a little while.”

  Tears gathered in Jerra’s eyes. “Then why do you keep doing things that push me away?”

  Darrell pulled her closer. “I swear to you, I love you and only you. Have since the moment I saw you. I still remember the first day you walked into my club to finalize plans for Aleesha’s bachelorette party. When I saw you on the security monitor, you caught my eye right away.” A slight smile lifted the corners of his lips. “I tracked your fine ass all the way from the entrance, up the elevator, and to my manager’s office. I couldn’t get there fast enough to find out who you were.”

  Jerra sniffed, but her eyes softened as she thought about that day. “You walked in just as cocky as ever. I remember thinking how much I hated arrogant pretty boys like you.”

  White teeth flashing, Darrell threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah, you shot me down in true Jerra St. James fashion, and that fascinated the hell outta me. That’s why I didn’t want Jake to tell you I was the owner of Club Ecstasy.”

  Jerra shook her head. “You were so wrong for that, coming to Aleesha’s party and pretending to be a stripper.”

  Darrell truly looked offended. “Pretending? I hadn’t danced in years but still pulled in more than the other dancers at the party that night. No ‘pretending’ about it. Eclipse is still talked about to this day at Club Ecstasy. Betta recognize a legend and acknowledge greatness.”

  Jerra rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that tugged persistently at her lips.