by Alexis Anne
“Darcy,” I whispered, drawing his attention back up to my eyes. “Put your hands on me.”
And so he did. He slid those large, rough hands along my ribcage, caressing the skin from my navel to my bra clasp. He ran a finger over my breasts where the lace of my bra met my skin. He pulled me closer.
“I may actually come in my pants…” he hissed as I flexed against him.
“Stop worrying and keep touching.”
He groaned. “You remember what your words do to me, right?”
Oh I remembered how much Darcy liked the dirty talk. So I leaned down to his ear and whispered. “You mean how much I enjoy your great big cock?” His hips jerked. “Or how you’ll be too big for my tight pussy?”
“You don’t play fair,” he groaned, shaking beneath me.
“Fair isn’t fun.” I hopped off his lap and crooked a finger.
“I don’t think I can move.”
He was adorable. “Just slide your legs over here and let me do the rest.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “What are you going to do? I have plans, woman.”
Two could play this game. I popped a hip and put on my sassiest attitude. “And you’re no good to me in this state. Trust me, Darcy.” I put the same challenge out to him.
And he got it. He totally and completely got that I needed him to put his faith in my abilities as much as he needed me to do the same. It was obvious by the way his eyes softened and his chest rose. “Trust you? Well then…” he swung his legs off the bed and looked up at me expectantly. “I’m all yours.”
I dropped to my knees and slid my hands along his thighs, a current of electricity tingling my fingers. “I’m going to want you to go fast, but I’m going to need you to go slow.” I unbuttoned his jeans and slid down his zip, looking up with only my eyes. “And you won’t be able to go slow with all this pent up sexual frustration.” I pulled on his jeans and he lifted his hips so that I could free his impressive erection. “So I’m going to touch you, Darcy. And then when we’re done, you can touch me.”
I reached inside his boxers and gently took his cock in my hand. It was strangely familiar and yet foreign at the same time. Smooth, hard, and warm. He twitched in my hand and sucked in air as if he were in pain but the look in his eyes was anything but.
“It won’t take much,” he whispered.
I wanted to feel him, relearn how he fit inside my hand, connect with him in that intimate way that can only come from giving pleasure. I kept my grip loose as I stroked him from tip to root, taking his balls into my other hand for a squeeze.
He threw his head back with a moan, his hands tightening on the edge of the bed until his knuckles went white. “I’ve missed this.”
I pumped him slow, only increasing my speed when he looked ready. I studied everything about the hooded look in his dark eyes, the thrust of his jaw, and the muscles straining in his shoulders.
And then when he was panting and trembling, I licked my lips and wrapped them around the head of his cock, sucking lightly.
“Oh yes. Oh god yes.” He hissed. The moment I sucked him deeper I felt the pulse. His hips jerked involuntarily as he came in my mouth, his moans verging on pain before they softened to relief.
I hadn’t even sat back on my heels when his hands where in my hair, pulling me forward for a kiss on the top of my head. “Nicki…” his breath was ragged, broken gasps. “I love you. Do you hear me? I love you. Please don’t ever shut me out again.”
It had taken everything I had to keep him out of my life. There was no fight left in me, not that I would. We needed to face this future together.
“I won’t.”
He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me until he came down off his high. Then, without a word, he began to explore my skin with the lightest of touches until I was trembling. “Look at me.”
Oh, how I’d missed his soft demands. I opened my eyes and met his gaze, feeling the touch of his fingers magnified a thousand times over by this new connection. I’d touched myself many times over the years but nothing ever came close to the fire I felt under Darcy’s hands. It had shocked me all those years ago and it was no less shocking now.
How was it possible that his touch was different?
As if he could hear my thoughts, he answered. “We’re a special chemical combination. You plus me equals magic.” He ran his thumb over my nipple as he said it, driving his point home.
A wave of pleasure crashed through me.
“I missed you.”
He nodded. “That part of our lives is over now.” Then he ran his hand around to my bra clasp and unhooked the fabric. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid the strap down my arm. He cocked an eyebrow as he looked at me. “This is what our lives look like now.” Then he rolled me onto the bed somehow managing to remove my other bra strap in the process before he dove between my breasts to explore my body with his mouth.
I’d forgotten what a talented mouth he had.
Warm and teasing at first, followed my hard and demanding. He stripped off the last of our clothes and rolled on a condom.
I shook my head. “Over confident much?” He’d had it stored in his front left pocket.
“Not over confident at all. There was never any question that one day we’d get back together.”
I tried really hard to focus on his face instead of his body but my gaze kept slipping to his sculpted shoulders all the way down to his cock. I swallowed as I remembered how it felt to be stretched wide by Darcy and squeezed my legs together to stem the throb that had begun between my legs.
“One day?” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper.
He swaggered as he stepped toward the bed. “One day.” He grabbed the pillows and began stacking them against the headboard.
“Today?”
His lips twitched up at the corners. “Not today. I genuinely didn’t think it would be today.” He patted the pillows and propped my back up against them. “But I’ve woken up ready everyday.”
“How is it possible to be such an optimist?” I asked as he moved between my legs, his thumb pressing down on my clit. All my inner muscles fluttered and clenched.
He grinned as he watched my reaction to his touch. “It’s very easy to be optimistic when you are content with who you are and what you want out of life.” He continued to apply pressure to my clit as his index finger circled the entrance to my sex. “Patience is a virtue after all.” He dipped the tip of his finger inside.
I moaned and arched into his fingers, seeking out more friction. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. “Didn’t you ever get tired or frustrated?”
“No. I knew one day I’d be touching you just like this. All I had to do was wait until you were ready.” He slid his large finger deep inside.
“I had no idea how ready I was…”
He chuckled low in the back of his throat. “Will you talk to me? Tell me what you feel?”
As always, his requests lit me up and turned me on. “I feel you touching me.” He flexed his fingers and I gasped at the surge of sensations. “Yes, Darcy.”
“You are so warm. So tight. So ready for me. Aren’t you?”
I fluttered around his finger so he knew my answer, but he wanted to hear it as much as I wanted to say it. “I want you inside me.”
“How do you want me inside you?” His eyes were dark and heavy with lust as he waited for my answer.
His reaction made me wild. I wanted more from him, to make him shudder and lose control because of me. “I want your cock deep inside me, Darcy. And I want it now.”
He withdrew his finger slowly, pumping in and out along the way, the friction sending me higher and higher with each stroke. “Please? Fill me up.”
He nudged me a bit higher on the pillows with his hips before he positioned his cock at the entrance to my sex. The anticipation almost more than I could bear. My body ached and my heart pounded as every sense was flooded.
“I will,” he murmured against my lips. “But s
lowly.” And then he pressed against me, my body opening up to him for the first time in years.
I slid one hand around his back and the other around his neck, holding on to him for support as he slowly, carefully, moved inside me. His strokes were short at first, growing longer until suddenly it hurt.
I hissed, flexing my fingers into his skin.
“Too much?” he asked, freezing.
I nodded, the bite just beyond the point of pleasure. It had been too long since we’d had sex and even then he’d nearly been too big for me. I needed a moment to get used to him again.
“Relax, babe. I’ve got you.”
And he did. He held me so tenderly as he smiled down at me. It was almost as erotic as his body moving with mine. My inner muscles clenched around him.
“Sorry,” I whispered when he groaned. “That look in your eyes does things to me.”
“What look?”
“That one.” I soaked in everything. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners, the way he searched my face for answers, the way he nudged my nose with his.
“And what does this look tell you?”
I pulled him down for a kiss. “That I matter.”
“Nik…” he murmured against my lips, kissing me again. “You matter. I don’t want you to think anything different from here on out, okay?”
“Keep looking at me like that and you won’t have to worry.”
This time his kiss turned deeper, angling his mouth to slide his tongue along mine. I arched up to him, urging him to continue. I was more than ready for what came next.
It was the kiss that never ended. He held me as I held him. His cock plunged up and into me over and over, somehow managing to reach deeper until I swear we were one. It was in that moment that my tremors began.
“Yes,” he moaned into our kiss, his hips jerking.
“Yes.” He muffled my cries as I lost all control, coming around his cock as he buried it deep inside me and followed me into the beautiful unknown of a new life together in a world of uncertainty.
As much as it scared me, Darcy had managed to convince me that we needed to do this together. And right then, in that moment with our bodies locked together and all my defenses gone, I knew he was right.
He thought I needed him to escape my father, but what I finally realized in that moment was that it was Darcy who needed me if he wanted to survive.
22
Higgins
I didn’t want to move. Not ever.
Who the fuck would give up lying in bed with the most beautiful woman in the world? An idiot, that’s who. And I wasn’t an idiot.
I was, however, in the middle of some very important business. Business that was kind of necessary if I wanted to be able to do this for the rest of my life. But I didn’t have to leave.
Not yet.
Instead I soaked up every second of having Nicki Sutherland asleep in my arms. She was so soft and warm, and she kept nuzzling into my chest every time I moved, almost as if she were afraid I might leave.
Not happening. Not until we had a proper morning-after chat and kiss that she wouldn’t ever forget.
After I made love to her we fell asleep. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was sore and I refused to hurt her. Besides, we had the rest of our lives to be together in every way imaginable.
She sighed in her sleep, her small hand sliding along my abdomen and causing my rock-hard erection to throb just a little bit harder. It hurt in the best way possible. The one thing I wanted was here and while my head understood that there was no rush, my dick didn’t get the memo.
I just hoped it didn’t scare her.
It was hard to believe that this was just the third time we’d slept in the same bed, but in a way it was nice to know that there was still so much life ahead of us—as long as the next couple weeks went as planned. We were so close to being done.
She startled awake, but smiled up at me. Not upset. This was good.
“Morning, sleepyhead.”
“Morning yourself,” she sighed and stretched, freeing her gorgeous breasts. I didn’t waste any time sliding down and taking her nipple into my mouth.
She gasped, sinking her nails into my skin the way I liked as she arched into me. I released the first nipple and nuzzled between her perfect breasts before licking and sucking at her other nipple.
“Darcy,” she whispered, writhing.
When I slid my hand between her legs I found her wet and ready for me, which was the last thing my insanely hard dick needed to know.
I groaned.
“What?” she laughed. “Don’t you like morning sex?”
“I do but I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Do I look hurt?” She wrapped one leg around mine and ground against my thigh.
“I don’t want to rush—”
I couldn’t say another word after she gripped me in her hand and pumped. “You were so careful with me last night. I want you.”
I groaned. She had to go and say the words. “You want me?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I want you and your giant cock.” Color rose in her cheeks as she looked away, embarrassed. “I want to be with you again.”
And now I really couldn’t say no. Not to that. It was one thing if she wanted an orgasm—I could give her that in a dozen different ways—but that wasn’t what she was asking for.
I cupped her face because she usually looked me in the eye when I did. And sure enough her eyes connected with mine. “I love you.”
She trembled. “Tell me everything’s going to be okay.”
“Everything is going to be fine, love.”
“Okay,” she sighed.
In moments like this I was reminded how fragile she could be. Most of the time she muscled through life like a gladiator and I was damn proud of how strong she could be, but underneath all that armor and willpower was a woman who’d had to fight too hard for too long.
And she was putting herself in my hands to love.
And oh how I wanted to love her. “Tell me how you want me.”
She hesitated, which always meant she knew what she wanted but was afraid to say it out loud.
So I kissed her until she relaxed. “Can I tell you something?” she finally whispered.
“You can tell me anything.” I really wished she would. Didn’t she know there was nothing she could say that would shock me?
But even with my reassurances she chewed on her lower lip for a few more seconds before she spoke. “I know you on top is supposed to be intimate and it is. It so is. But…”
My dick twitched between us. “Yes?”
She rolled her eyes. “I think it’s just as intimate—maybe even more so—when I’m on my stomach.”
“And I’m on top of you?” Every cell in my body was now at attention.
“Yes.” That shy look was going to do me in.
“Get on your stomach, Nicki.”
Her eyes lit up and she took a long deep breath before rolling over and cocking her hips up just enough to invite me in. “Like this?”
“Fuck, yeah like that.”
I fumbled blindly for another condom out of my suitcase and thanked my lucky stars Theo and Allison had already left for work. I’m not entirely sure how I got the condom on considering I’d gone sex-blind, but I did.
“Slow,” she reminded me.
And while she insisted I hadn’t hurt her, the hesitation in her voice told me she was every bit as sore as I expected, and that did quite a lot to calm me down. “Slow,” I agreed as I spread her knees a little wider and pressed against her heat.
That’s when I realized she was touching herself. I felt the little flicks of her fingers near the head of my dick as she massaged a V down and around the spot where our bodies met.
Normally it took me a little while in the mornings but I had a feeling the newness combined with the unpredictably amazing sexiness of the woman beneath were going to nullify that problem for us.
“Is that how you touch you
rself when you’re alone?”
“Sometimes.” She looked back at me over her shoulder. “When I’m thinking of you.”
For some reason that confession more than any other cut me to the quick. I had to believe she’d thought of me over the years or I’d have gone mad, but hearing that she’d touched herself while thinking of me?
Fuck.
Just…fuck.
“I want you inside me, Darcy.”
I surged forward—not much, but enough to make us both gasp. I froze, waiting for a reaction, when I felt her fingers moving again.
Game on.
Despite how wet and ready for me she was, it still took several minutes to fully work my way inside, not that either of us were complaining about the process. It was a pleasure to pump deeper and deeper with each stroke, feeling those flutters of pleasure and listening to her moans.
“Louder,” I demanded.
“Oh, God. Darcy…”
I loved hearing her moan my name. Fucking loved it.
So I slowed to a stop and carefully lowered myself onto her back, finding the right place to brace my weight with my left hand, while leaning on my right elbow so my hand was free to stroke her hair.
Nicki really liked it when I played with her hair. Yeah, sometimes she liked it pulled or yanked, but what really drove her wild was a soft massage.
She arched up and back, taking me deeper. “Yes.”
I kissed the back of her neck, sucking softly between bites. She was trembling now, her legs shaking. A sure sign she was close. I moved to her ear and whispered so that my breath tickled her skin. “Tell me.” Then I nuzzled behind her ear.
“I’m going to come.”
“How?”
Her pants were louder, faster now. “Your cock. Oh god, Darcy. You’re so big. You stretched me so wide.” She yelled out. “I’m coming!”
Her core squeezed me tight, making it harder to move in the best way possible. Feeling her come was amazing because it covered every inch of my dick. When I was buried inside her there wasn’t an inch of her, or me, that wasn’t lost in the pulsing wave.
