by Desiree Holt
“We’ll take it slow next time,” he gasped, sheathing himself. “I promise. But I can’t wait now.”
“It’s okay.” Her voice was as shaky as his. “I need you right now, too.”
He spread her legs wide and stroked the length of her cunt. Slick. And wet.
Oh god, let me get inside her before I embarrass myself and shoot off like a teenager.
He didn’t remember ever being this aroused by a woman in his entire life.
“Hurry,” she urged, but he didn’t need any encouragement.
He opened her labia with shaking fingers, poised himself at her entrance and drove into her with one powerful stroke. Her muscles gripped him like a wet fist, her liquid heat bathed him and he had to grit his teeth to hang on to it.
But then Darcy wrapped her legs around him, lifting her hips to him to draw him in deeper as he drove into her. Pound, pound, pound. Vaguely he heard the sound of the headboard banging against the wall but it was overridden by Darcy’s cries of ecstasy and the roaring of his own blood in his ears.
He barely heard her, “Now, now, now,” as he exploded into her, shouting her name, body rigid, cock pulsing.
He lost himself in the surge of pleasure, in her tantalising scent, in the warm clasp of her body. When he felt her legs loosen and drop away he finally fell forward, catching his weight on his forearms, dragging air into his lungs and wondering if he’d have a heart attack as hard as that organ was beating. He lay there with her for what seemed forever until he felt strength seep back into his body. At least enough so he could move.
When the fog cleared from his eyes he looked down at the elfin face staring up at him. He thought of a million things to say but chased all of them out of his mind. Instead he brushed a light kiss over her lips and said, “Let’s take a shower. We’re good in the shower, remember?”
One corner of her bowed mouth kicked up in a grin. “I do, but do you?”
“You’re going to help me with whatever I forgot. Come on.”
He couldn’t wait to run his hands all over that nicely-rounded body, to taste her again with his mouth. To plunge his fingers into her. Feel every inch of her inside and out.
As he led her into the bathroom he was glad he’d just had the room remodelled and upgraded, including the installation of a large glassed-in shower stall. He reached in and turned on the water, disposed of the condom and pulled Darcy back to him for another kiss. He was getting addicted to her mouth but he didn’t know what to do about it.
And Darcy was kissing him back, pushing her small tongue into his mouth, stepping into the shower with him while their lips were still fused together. He broke off only when they became oxygen-deprived and tugged her to stand beneath the rain-like shower head he’d had installed. He brushed her short black hair away from her face, cupping her cheeks as the water beat down on them. He noticed that with her hair soaked and plastered to her skull it actually made a nice cap on her head and wondered why she didn’t wear it that way.
Then he pushed that thought away and got to the business of carefully bathing her. He wished he had something besides his generic shower gel, something with a floral scent that would be more appropriate, but, as he so often said, it is what it is. When he was able to stop kissing her he picked up the shower gel from the built-in shelf, squirted a generous amount into his hand and worked up a good lather. Then he began to rub it lightly over Darcy’s nice round body.
He soaped her shoulders and the graceful line of her arms. Traced his finger across the sweep of her collarbone, pausing to brush his finger over the pulse hammering at the hollow of her throat. Coated the swell of her breasts with the soapy bubbles, taking his time to massage each nipple and tug it lightly until Darcy was making those delicious little sounds again.
He took her mouth again, stroking the inside of it with his tongue as his lather-covered hand moved down over the smooth curve of her tummy to find the silky curls covering her mound. He slipped two between the folds of her pussy, finding the hot button of her clit and fondling it until she was moaning into his mouth. He rubbed the slick flesh slowly, up and down, his other hand holding her head in place while he kissed and kissed and kissed her.
Wriggling his fingers he urged her thighs apart to allow him greater access, to let him slip his fingers inside her clutching inner muscles. Oh, shit, she was hot. He couldn’t remember if a woman had ever felt this good to him.
Reluctantly breaking the kiss, he back-walked her to the corner of the shower and lifted one leg to rest her foot on the little seat built in there. Squeezing more shower gel into his hands, he soaped her foot, her toes, her slender ankle and the sweep of her calf, all the way up the inside of her thigh until he reached her sex again. Pausing a moment to stroke inside her he then lathered the opposite leg before he turned her around and placed her hands flat against the wall.
Very slowly he kissed his way down her spine, fondling her ass and lightly running his fingers along the hot crevice between those exquisite globes. When he paused his fingers for a moment at the tight ring of sphincter muscle and circled it, the gasp of pleasure it drew from her made his cock begin to swell again and ache with need.
When Jack finished covering every inch of her body with lather he reached between her thighs to stroke her again but she brushed his hand away.
“My turn,” she told him in a soft voice.
Now he leaned against the shower wall, eyes closed, while Darcy ran her small hands over every inch of his body. Scraped a fingernail across each nipple, sending shock waves straight to his groin. She took her time, teasing him, as she moved her hands down his chest and stomach to the thick curls surrounding his cock. A stray thought danced through his mind that he was glad for all those hours at the gym. At least he didn’t have to worry about the condition of his body. He hoped Darcy liked what she saw. What she touched.
She’d been dancing her fingers over him so lightly that it stunned him when they closed around his erection, now swollen and stiff. She gripped him with surprising strength, moving her hand up and down his shaft in a steady, pumping rhythm. Heat surged through him and every muscle in his body tightened. She closed her lips over one nipple, her teeth lightly scraping it and his cock jumped in her hand. And when she reached between his thighs to cup his sac he thought he would lose it right then.
“Darcy,” he hissed.
“Mmm,” she murmured, her mouth against his chest.
She caressed and squeezed him and he felt the familiar stab of lightening at the small of his back, the electricity sizzling through his balls. He gripped her shoulder and moved her forcefully away from him.
“Enough,” he said through gritted teeth. “Damn, damn, damn.”
He rinsed them off as if trying to set a new speed record, turned off the shower and quickly dried them both. Then, hair still wet and some droplets still clinging to their bodies, he swept her up in his arms and practically ran to the bed with her, placing her with her ass on the edge of the mattress. His hands shook as he ripped open a foil packet and rolled the latex on to his cock.
Jack paused a moment to take a deep breath, his eyes focused on Darcy’s flushed face and the hungry look in her eyes. He slid his hands down her legs until he reached her ankles then gripped them and held them wide.
Slow, slow, slow, slow.
But the chant didn’t seem to help. He wanted inside her right then.
He took in a deep breath, looked down into Darcy’s eyes flashing with desire and drove into her with one hard thrust.
“Ohhhhh.” The long drawn-out sigh whispered from her kiss-swollen mouth.
Jack closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the intense sensation of her hot slick flesh around him. He pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside her before thrusting into her again. Hard. He did it again, and Darcy made the same sigh of pleasure once more. And clenched the muscles of her sweet pussy around him.
Oh shit!
He couldn’t hang on to it any longer. Giving
himself over to the lust racing through him he set up a rhythm that had him thrusting into her again and again, watching her face for signs that she was close. Almost there. Almost there. Almost—
“Jack!” she cried, her body tightening.
And he let go, his cock pulsing as he pumped his release into the condom, wishing there was no barrier between them. Darcy milked him rhythmically, drawing out the pleasure until the spasms became tremors, the tremors became aftershocks. And the aftershocks subsided.
He barely had enough strength to pull himself from her body and take care of the condom. After moving her to a more comfortable position on the bed he crawled in next to her, pulled her against him so his now satisfied cock nestled in the crevice of her buttocks, then he cupped a breast with his hand, and tumbled into sleep.
Chapter Five
Jack sat at the breakfast table across from Darcy, legs stretched out before him. He wished he could enjoy the feel of the sunshine pouring in the window and bathing the two of them. His gazed wandered to Mr Big, dozing on the cushion on the window seat. A stranger looking in on the scene, he mused, might have thought what a nice couple they made. How great they looked together.
The stranger would have been very far off the beaten path.
“What are we going to do about this?” Jack said at last, swallowing the last of his coffee.
“About what?” Darcy stared at him across the table, her expression almost challenging.
“About…this.” He pointed at himself then at her. “About us.”
“Jack, there is no us. Don’t even use that word.”
He got up to fetch the coffee carafe and refilled both of their cups. “What word should I use? We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other.”
“It’s sex,” she told him in a firm voice. “Just good old-fashioned sex.”
He grinned. “It’s damn good, I agree, but there’s nothing old-fashioned about it.”
“Whatever you want to call it, that’s all it is. A physical itch that we just need to scratch.”
“Hey.” He sat across from her again. “I’m not any happier about this than you. But it is what it is. Tell me you don’t feel the same lust swamping you that I do and I’ll leave it alone. Go ahead. Say it.” He waited one second. Two. “See? You can’t, can you? I made my point.”
“We have absolutely nothing else in common,” she reminded him. “I’m not sure we even like each other once we get out of bed.”
He gave her a rueful grin. “Maybe. You sure aren’t my idea of the woman I’ve been waiting for all my life.”
The minute the words left his mouth he wished them back, especially when he saw the brief flash of hurt across her face before she composed herself.
“Wait. I didn’t mean that quite the way it sounded.”
“Yes, you did.” She glared at him. “I am who I am, Jack. Take it or leave it. And I think you should leave it.”
“Darcy,” he began.
She held up a hand. “Don’t say it, whatever it is. The only thing worse than being insulted is being placated. So just shut up.” She took a sip of coffee. “You aren’t my ideal dream man, either, so I guess that makes us even.”
“Oh?” Not her dream man? The insecurities he battled constantly rose up like a demon wave. “And exactly what would your dream man be like? Some freak with tattoos on both arms and hair down to his shoulders? Maybe a big motorcycle to ride you around on? I’ll bet he brings you wine in a box.”
Jack had an image of a muscular alpha male, six-foot-four, swallowing Darcy up in his arms and for some reason it made his stomach hurt.
“What?” She jerked in her seat, nearly dropping her coffee. “That’s some classy image you have of me. But at least that would be a real person. You keep waiting for plastic Barbie to come along and I’m here to tell you that you’ll be waiting a long time. Besides, Barbies stink in bed. It’s all about them. And they have a vocabulary of exactly six words, which is all their teeny-weeny brains can handle.”
He tamped down the anger threatening to engulf him, clenching his jaw and studying the female sitting across the table from him. She was wearing one of his dress shirts, almost dwarfed by its size, and her crazy hair stuck out in spikes all over her head.
“Did you ever think of actually combing your hair?” he asked.
He thought he could actually see sparks sizzling from her body.
“What’s wrong with my hair? I pay good money to get it styled like this.”
He snorted. “Then you’re wasting your money. And maybe you should think about wearing real clothes.”
“Real clothes? Do you always have so much to say about the way the women you sleep with look?”
“Usually they look normal. Not weird.”
Darcy looked as if she might explode in her chair. “Weird? I have a distinctive style.”
Jack knew he was shoving his foot deeper in his mouth but he just couldn’t seem to stop himself. It was like if he tore her apart it would somehow excuse his sleeping with her. And chase her away so she wouldn’t tempt him anymore. “It’s not distinctive. It looks stupid.”
“My hair looks stupid? At least it’s smarter than you. I wasn’t all alone on my birthday while everyone else went home with someone.”
Jack felt the words almost like a body blow. Even with the lustfest he’d fallen into with Darcy he hadn’t been able to get away from that one miserable fact—he was alone and likely to stay that way for at least the foreseeable future.
Why was it that all his friends had been able to find someone to share their lives with but not him? Where was the woman he’d been waiting for? Certainly not sitting across the table from him, looking like a greeting card pixie with a sharp tongue.
He shoved the chair back from the table and stood up. “Get dressed. I’ll take you back to your car.” He walked over to the sink and dumped the rest of his coffee.
“Jack, I—”
“Don’t apologise.” He stood with his back to her. “You’re right. Let’s just chalk this weekend up to one big mistake and go back to our regular lives.”
“Jack,” she began again.
“Get dressed, Darcy.” His jaw was clenched so tightly he thought it would break. “It’s Sunday. I don’t know if you have things to take care of but I sure do.”
Yeah, sure. Like sitting around with Mr Big and feeling sorry for myself.
He heard the scrape of her chair as she got up. Then she was beside him, rinsing out her cup.
“I’ll just be a minute.”
He stood by the front door, jingling his keys impatiently, until she emerged from the bedroom, teetering on those impossibly high heels.
“And get yourself a decent pair of shoes before you break your neck.” He yanked the door open. “Let’s go.”
The silence in the car on the drive to Eli’s was so thick a knife could have cut through it. Jack had nothing to say and obviously Darcy didn’t, either. How the hell had he got himself into this situation, anyway? But even as he berated himself his cock was very much aware of her presence and was pushing hard against the fly of his jeans to get out. And get in. Her. Again.
Shit, shit, shit.
He was relieved when Eli’s finally came into view and he wheeled into the car park.
“And another thing,” he said. “Who in hell drives a purple car?”
“You already asked me that once, and I told you. I do. Get over it.” She climbed out of the car. “At least it shows people I’m not a stick in the mud, like people who drive dull black.”
She slammed the door of his black SUV and stomped off to her car. If indeed you could stomp on those heels.
The side door was propped open again only this time Eli was standing there, watching with interest. He waved for Jack to hold up as he walked over to his vehicle. Irritated at being unable to just peel away, Jack rolled down the window.
“What?” he snapped.
“My, my, aren’t we in a jolly mood today.” Eli g
rinned. “This is getting to be a habit.”
“What is?”
Eli laughed. “Don’t give me that. This is two nights in a row you brought Darcy O’Connor back to her car, and I’m assuming you didn’t just find her standing on a street corner.”
“I have to go, Eli.” Jack shifted into Drive.
“It’s okay,” the bar owner said. “You need to lighten up your life a little. And Darcy’s just the one to do it.” He had his hand on the frame of the open window so Jack couldn’t just pull away. “A word to the wise, my friend. Forget that attitude she wears like a suit of armour. Darcy’s really a nice lady. I’d hate for someone to use her up and toss her aside like a piece of used Kleenex.”
Jack goggled at him. “What the hell are you talking about? Darcy and I barely know each other.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Anyway, don’t you know me better than that?”
“I hope so. Just sayin’.” He tapped the door. “See you later.”
Jack drove home in a foul mood, trying to decide if he was angrier with himself for getting caught in this situation or with Eli for having such a low opinion of him. And what was so special about Darcy O’Connor? She was just a quirky little female.
Who makes my dick so hard if I bump into a wall it might break off.
Well, no more. Never again. If he had to stay out of Eli’s for a month so they didn’t cross paths, he’d do it.
His cell phone rang just as he got out of his SUV.
“Jack! My man!” Mike’s cheerful voiced boomed out at him.
“Hey, Mike.” Jack wished he hadn’t answered the phone. Good cheer wasn’t on the menu for him today.
“Where are you? We tried the house first but no answer. You never go out on a Sunday morning.”
Never go out on a Sunday morning? Jesus, was he that predictable?
“I decided to throw caution to the wind and actually leave the house today.” He didn’t even try to keep the surly tone out of his voice. He was already pissed off at so many things he’d given up trying for a pleasant attitude.
“Whoa. Sorry, buddy. Did I hit a sore toe or something?”
