“Then let’s hope for that.” He grabbed the vodka, pouring more in my now half-empty glass. I didn’t think I was too drunk yet, so another drink couldn’t hurt. I was celebrating, right?
Of course it didn’t take too long for the alcohol to hit my system, and by the time I finished my drink, the effects were definitely taking place. I felt a lot calmer and in the mood for some other kinds of celebrating.
I leaned against the counter, setting my glass down. Slowly Brad turned toward me and I wrapped my fingers through his belt loops, pulling him to me.
“Are you looking for another drink? Or something else?” He nuzzled my neck and I let out a small sigh.
“Definitely something else,” I murmured and tilted my head back, giving him better access before I could think what I was really doing. I said I didn’t want a new relationship, and with every fiber of my being I believed that, but there was something about Brad, something that was so different from anyone else I’d been with, that had me craving all of him and damn the consequences. At least, while I was buzzed, it all seemed like a very good idea.
He kissed a trail from my neck and up to my jawline until his lips were on mine. He tasted sweeter than the cranberry juice we were drinking and I couldn’t get enough of him as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pushing my hips to meet his
He leaned back, peeling his shirt off and tossing it to the ground next to us before his lips were on mine again.
Slowly Brad broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my jawline as his fingers tip-toed up my shirt. He ran his hand along the edge of my bra line and I hissed in a breath, relishing in the feel of his warm hands on my skin. He didn’t stop moving, slowly sliding his fingers underneath my bra until they were at my nipples, drawing small circles over them until I cried out, arching my back and pushing my hips harder into him.
“Fuck, Darcy,” he moaned.
“As long as you have a condom,” I replied, unbuttoning his jeans. Fuck my protests about not moving to the next level or having a relationship with him, when I felt all of him pressed against me it was all I could think about.
He pressed his forehead to mine. “Bought an economy size box the day you moved in. It’s up in my night stand.”
I raised my eyebrows. “So you’ve been planning on getting me into your bed since then?”
“A guy can only hope, can’t he? Especially when I think about the sweet sounds you’re going to make when I’m inside of you.” He nipped at my bottom lip.
“How am I going to manage to wait for that when we have to walk all the way up stairs?” I teased, running my finger down his bicep.
He cupped my ass, raising me into the air. I squealed before wrapping my legs around his waist while he turned and headed for the stairs. “I didn’t mean you actually needed to carry me!”
“I like having you in my arms,” he replied before getting on the first step. For being a lean guy, he definitely had some strength. He carried me all the way up the spiral staircase before throwing me on the bed. I leaned back, as he crawled on top of me, his lips hovering just above mine. “Told you I could handle you.”
I smiled slyly before wiggling out from underneath him and forcing him onto his back as I straddled his waist, my thighs pressing against his hips. “Let’s see if you really can...”
He raised an eyebrow. “What kind of moves do you have, Peach?”
I crouched down, kissing a trail down his stomach until I ran my tongue along the cross tattoos that poked out from the waistband of his jeans. Slowly, I unzipped them, tugging them down with his boxers until I was able to toss them on the ground.
What. The. Fuck.
He was trim, about average height, and I expected an average sized dick. Not the giant one-eyed monster that was staring me in the face. I swallowed hard, trying to collect myself. Maybe I could get away without actually trying to put it in my mouth. I could do the whole teasing thing; maybe that would work.
I trailed my kisses just above his dick, then ran my tongue along his shaft. He sucked in a breath, his legs shaking. Okay. Good. He was liking that at least. I slowly sat up and took off my shirt, thanking God I at least wore a black bra, or a bra at all, really.
“Come here, Peach,” he grabbed my hips, pulling me down on top of him. I squealed before his lips were on mine and his hands were at my back, fiddling with the clasps on my bra. After he stopped spending so much time kissing me and more time focused on my bra, I moved my hand back, unhooking it and tilting back, peeling it off and tossing it on the floor.
“Show off,” he muttered.
“Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” He sat up with me sitting on his lap and gripped onto my waist pulling me forward until his lips were at my nipple. I sucked in a deep breath, bucking my hips forward as he sucked on the sensitive skin, using his other hand to rub small circles over my other nipple. I gripped onto his hair, tugging it so that a low groan emitted from his mouth and onto my chest. His exposed cock dug into my belly button and I was more than ready for him.
He moved his free hand down to the waist band of my shorts, dipping his fingers just below the surface so he grazed my bare skin. I moaned, loving the feel of his warm hands all over me. Moving the other hand, he gripped my hips, then moved his mouth up to mine for a quick kiss before he flipped me onto my back so that he was hovering over me and my thighs were still firmly pressed against his waist.
With one hand, he unzipped my shorts and lifted my legs into the air, pulling them off along with my panties, leaving me completely naked and exposed underneath him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, running his thumb along my bottom lip.
“You don’t need to tell me that just to fuck me,” I mumbled.
He shook his head, leaning back and opened the top drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a gold foil packet. “Peach, you don’t give yourself enough credit. I want more than just to fuck you. I want all of you.”
I grabbed the condom from his hand and ripped it open, throwing the wrapper to the ground before running my thumb along the underside of his shaft with my free hand. “So you don’t want to be in me?”
He closed his eyes, sucking in a breath before slowly opening them. They were fiercely blue and so full of desire that just staring at them warmed everything between my thighs. “More than you know.”
I rolled the condom onto him and gripped onto his hips, spreading my legs out before he slowly pressed into me. I gasped, gripping onto his shoulders and arched my back as each inch after delicious inch went inside of me. He rocked his hips forward, grabbing my legs and putting them over his shoulders, thrusting harder.
Gasping, I dug my nails into his back, rocking my body to the same movement as his and circling my hips ever so slowly, his cock stirring inside of me and building me up to eruption.
“Damn, Darcy, you feel amazing,” he breathed.
I could barely form words, so instead I just answered with the climax that ensued by gripping onto his back and pressing my hips to his, arching my back and crying out. “Oh, fuck.”
At that point I expected he would follow soon after, but he kept going, thrusting harder and bringing another mind-blowing orgasm that had my toes going numb. I didn’t even know how much longer I would last, but I knew the move that would have him.
Pulling back, slightly, I arched my back and put my hands on his chest. “Wanna try something?”
He stopped moving. “If you’re going to put your finger in my ass, the answer is no.”
“Okay, way to set the mood.” I rolled my eyes and pushed him back slightly so that he pulled out of me. I turned slowly until I was on my stomach. I put my hands on either side of me and slowly lifted myself up into a plank before wrapping my legs around his waist.
Brad gripped onto my sides and pressed into me. I dropped onto my elbows, keeping my thighs up and around his waist, feeling the smooth movements as he bucked his hips forward over and over. I didn’t think three orgasms in one round was po
ssible, but when he moved his hand underneath me and his thumb circled my clit as he continued to thrust, my climax took hold so fiercely that my whole body shook and I bit down hard on my bottom lip so I didn’t cry out.
“Fuck,” he moaned one last time before he stiffened, his movements coming to a complete stop. He stayed in me, breathing slowly as his hands trailed down my spine before he pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed.
I wasn’t sure if I could move. My legs felt like jelly, so I slowly turned and crawled to the head of the bed where he was laying. Instinctively, he put his arm around me and pulled me close. We didn’t say anything for a while. My breathing was just as labored as his rapid heartbeat against my cheek. My eyelids fluttered and I knew I had to get out before I fell asleep.
Even though I didn’t want to get up I slowly sat up and reached over the side of the bed to where my clothes had been thrown, quickly picking them up and getting dressed as I sat on the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?” Brad asked.
I clasped my bra and turned toward him as I slipped my shirt over my head. “Getting dressed.”
“Well, stop it and come lay back down here with me.” He held his hand out, his eyes intensely focused on me.
“No. I should go. It’s late and Mac’s probably wondering where the hell I am.”
His fingers ran along my bare arm, leaving goose bumps in their wake. “You can just tell her you worked late and crashed here so you didn’t wake her. I’ll even say you slept on the couch.”
I stared at the star tattoos on his chest instead of looking directly at him. I knew he wanted me to stay, but sleeping in bed with him all night meant more expectations. More coupledom. More things I couldn’t worry about.
“No... I’ll just go home. We have to be up early for Savannah tomorrow and the last thing I want is for her to come over here and find us naked in bed together.” I leaned forward and placed a light kiss on his lips.
He sighed. “Fair enough.” His thumb ran along my jaw. “But someday, I want to fall asleep with you in my arms.”
I bit my lip, words escaping me. It was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to me, but I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t tell him how badly I wanted to stay with him. How much I was falling for him. How he’d done more for me already than any other guy who I’d actually labeled my boyfriend.
But instead I crawled off the bed and stood up. “Goodnight, Brad”.
“Sweet Dreams, Peach. I hope they’re of me.”
***
Twenty-Five
Mac & Darcy’s Apartment
Friday
7:15AM
Mac
I was in the kitchen, packing up a small cooler for our little road trip. Bottled water, a few sodas, and a few ice packs.
“Are you ready?” I called to Darcy, who was sitting in our living room, giving herself a pedicure, of all things.
“Almost!” she replied.
I closed the lid of the cooler and lifted the handle, dragging the massive weight into the living room/bedroom. I put it by the door and turned to face Darcy, who was off in the corner in a pair of black shorts that barely covered her ass.
“Will you hurry up? We have to leave in fifteen minutes!” I told her, even though she already knew, since I told her four times this morning already.
I shook her awake over an hour ago, which should have been more than enough time to get ready. It wasn’t. Our hedgehog sitter was late, too, one more thing that pissed me off.
“Beauty takes time and effort,” she spouted, as if it was some mandatory beauty rule.
I sighed. “Well, we need to get on the road.” I left it at that, turning to go to the bathroom. We were getting along, as much as two complete strangers who become roommates can, but we weren’t always in sync. I was secretly hoping this trip would bring us closer together, since I had zero girl friends, and I needed to talk to her about what happened with Preston. It was odd for me to think of talking about what was going on in my life with someone else, but given that we were going to be living together for the immediate future, anyway, I figured I might as well embrace it.
As I finished washing my hands, a scream filled the apartment. I ran out to the living room, anxious as hell.
“What’s wrong?” I asked Darcy, who was on her back on the hardwood floor.
She didn’t look up at me, instead staring at the ceiling as she pouted. “I got a splinter.”
It seemed so trivial, but she sounded like she was in pain, so I tried to be nice. “Where?”
“My ass.”
I bit back a laugh. “Umm, what do you want me to do?”
“Stop laughing and get the tweezers. You’re going to have to pull it out!” she shrieked.
I stopped laughing. “Oh, hell no. Get on the bed and I’ll get B-Rad.”
“No! He can’t see me like this,” she protested, crawling up onto the bed on all fours and stuck her ass in my face “Help me,” she whined.
“I'm betting he’ll want to see this,” I muttered and then opened up the door to our apartment and going straight into his, without knocking.
B-Rad looked up from cooking in his kitchen. “What’s up?”
“Darcy needs you. Didn’t you hear her scream?”
His eyes went wide. “Is she okay?” Before I could answer, he ran past me into our apartment. I walked over to his kitchen and shut off the stove, lifting the lid of something that smelled delicious. It was some kind of chocolate, I guessed, dipping a finger into the pot to taste it. It was hot enough to burn so I stuck my finger in my mouth to get it off, which burnt my tongue. I choked.
When I finally left B-Rad’s place, I had an ice cube in my mouth and one on my finger. The sight I walked into was comical at best.
Still on all fours, Darcy was whining about the pain while B-Rad examined her. He sat behind her while she was on all fours, her ass raised in the air with his hands on her hips, staring at her ass. “This feels familiar,” he whispered so low I barely heard him, but I did hear him. I did my best to ignore the comment.
“Did you pull it out yet?” I asked.
“That’s what she said,” I heard from the door behind me.
I turned to find Preston staring at me, his shoulder resting against the door frame. “What are you doing here?”
“Reporting for hedgehog duty!” he said with a salute.
“Are you kidding me? B, what the fuck is this?” I asked the man-child leaning over my still-crying roommate.
“You needed a sitter. I got you a sitter. A simple thank you will suffice.”
“You asshole—”
“Mac! Can you wait to tear his head off until I don’t have three people staring at my ass?” Darcy requested.
I laughed a little. “Sure thing. B, get that thing out of her ass so we can get on the road,” I said.
“That’s what she said,” Preston said again, a smirk on his lips.
Lips I remembered well. I wanted nothing more than to kiss him right then. Instead, I went into the kitchen with the thought that I should get more ice for my mouth.
“You okay?” Preston asked, following me.
“Yeah, I burnt my tongue,” I admitted, holding the ice in my mouth.
“Aww, poor baby. Let me fix that,” he said, backing me into the far corner of the kitchen, the only place where we couldn’t be seen from the living room.
He took the ice out of my hand and popped it into his mouth. Then his lips descended on mine and my pulse raced in anticipation. I opened my mouth to him, unable to do anything but let him have his way with me. The ice touched my tongue and he rubbed the frozen water into my mouth, the combination of cold and heat causing me to shiver.
I let him take the ice back into his mouth and pull away. “Feel better?”
I nodded. “Yeah. My finger still hurts, though.”
“Did you burn that, too?” He took my hand and I pointed out which finger was burnt. He sucked the tip into his mou
th, the ice cooling the fiery skin.
“Whoops, sorry guys,” B-Rad said from the door, though he made no attempt to leave.
Preston flashed him an evil glare. “Need something?”
“Yeah, actually. I can’t get the splinter out,” he muttered, his male ego obviously deflated.
“I’m not touching her ass, dude,” I muttered, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart.
“Well, Preston, I guess you’re up,” B-Rad said with a smile.
“I don’t think so. I’m not touching your girlfriend’s ass in front of my… in front of Mac.” It wasn’t a very good save, but his slip up made my pulse speed up.
“You’re the one with medical experience,” B-Rad argued, making no attempt to cover up the fact that Preston just called her his girlfriend.
“Animals. I work with animals,” Preston protested.
“Darcy’s an animal. The girl is on all fours screaming,” B-Rad started. “I mean, just pretend she is, okay? She doesn’t have insurance or anything, so it’s not like we can run her down to the ER.”
“C’mon, just get it out of her ass,” I said with a grin. “And yes, that IS what she said.”
Preston looked defeated. “I hate you both.”
He made his way into the living room and B-Rad stopped me from following with a hand on my arm. “Remember what I said? About you two hurting each other?”
“I remember. Don’t worry, B. I know what I’m doing,” I explained, though I was pretty sure when it came to Preston, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing.
He led me into the living room where Preston stood at the edge of the bed with Darcy’s ass practically in his face. In his hand was a pair of bloody tweezers and a splinter that was at least two inches long.
“That thing is fucking huge!” I proclaimed, unable to keep my eyes off the giant thing.
Darcy gave me a half-hearted smile. “That’s what she said.”
“Alright, girl, get your mind out of the gutter. We’ve got to get to Savannah,” I announced.
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