Frozen

by L. A. Casey

  “Fuck,” he hissed.

  His look of admiration spurred my moment of bravery onward.

  I reached down and slipped my fingers under the band of the boxers I wore and teased him by pushing them down slowly, before pulling them back up. Darcy’s breathing had quickened and he sucked his lower lip into his mouth when I smirked and pushed the boxers all the way down, and kicked the fabric away from my feet. I dragged my feet against the floor until my socks slid off, and when the material had left my body I stood before Darcy naked as the day I was born.

  “Oh, Christ,” Darcy swore.

  Was that good or bad?

  Fuck, maybe this was a terrible idea.

  I opened my mouth to apologise, but Darcy silenced me with the heated look he shot my way. He dropped his eyes to my breasts, then lower and lower. I was mortified, and just barely refrained from covering myself with my hands. My breathing increased, and my heart kicked into overdrive when Darcy suddenly got up from the couch and stood before me.

  He reached out with his hand and brushed his thumb over my left pebbled nipple and hissed to himself. I licked my lips and looked up at him when he slid his hand up my chest and onto my neck, then cupped my cheek.

  “You’re beautiful,” he breathed.

  All worry and doubt fled my body with that single sentence.

  “You’re perfect, my Neala Girl.”

  My Neala Girl.

  My.

  I suddenly had the urge to cry, but I didn’t. I was happy, so happy, and I felt more comfortable being naked with Darcy than I ever have fully clothed with anyone else.

  I wanted to tell Darcy to take his clothes off, but I couldn’t speak, so I reached out and tugged on the hem of his t-shirt. He looked down, then looked back up to me with a grin on his face.

  “You have made it impossible for me to be a gentleman and leave you with your virtue intact.”

  I felt a spike of sassiness shoot through me.

  “In that case you’ll just have to tear it to shreds.”

  He growled. “Don’t tempt me. I want to be gentle with you.”

  Gentle?

  Not a chance.

  “Fine, you be gentle with me, and I’ll be rough with you.”

  I gripped the hem of his t-shirt and pulled the material up his body. I left it at the point where Darcy raised his arms, but couldn’t see because the shirt was bunched up in his face. I reached out and ran my hands down his chest and over the six-pack I’d drooled over two days before.

  His abs were as hard as I thought they might be.

  I dipped my fingers down the tempting V line, but pulled away when Darcy growled and began to remove the shirt over his head. Before he could stop me, I dipped my head to his chest, snaked my tongue out, and circled his left nipple.

  “Fuck!” He hissed in time with the soft plop if his shirt hitting the floor.

  I placed my hands on his hips and squeezed in warning for him not to touch or stop me. I trailed my tongue from one nipple to the other and licked and sucked until Darcy’s breathing picked up to an even faster pace. I bent my knees as I trailed my tongue down from his chest and onto his abs.

  “Don’t do this to me, please,” Darcy begged.

  I sank to my knees before him and smiled when he started to recite the Hail Mary and Our Father.

  “Jesus himself couldn’t get you out of this, Darcy, so take it like a man.”

  He looked down at me with hooded eyes. “I don’t want you to do anything you will regret . . . I don’t want you to wake up in the morning and realise you made a mistake and hate me again.”

  My heart hurt with Darcy’s words.

  I stood up and placed my hands on his cheeks. “I won’t . . . Hey, I won’t regret being with you. The only thing I regret is all the lost time we could have had together.”

  Darcy’s eyebrows jumped. “You want us to be . . . together.”

  Should I have said that?

  I swallowed. “I don’t know. Maybe? I know we’re jumping in headfirst here, pun intended, but I need you. I think once I have you it will get this unceasing need for you out of me system and we can start to get to know one another on a romantic level. I mean, if you want to, that is.”

  Darcy lifted his hand to my face and caressed it gently before he snaked his hand back into my hair and pulled.

  “Once I have you, no amount of time together will get me out of your system. You will crave me, Neala Girl.”

  Oh, fuck.

  “I hope you have the skills to back up that big mouth of yours, Hart.”

  He smirked and released his grip on my hair. “You’ll soon find out, Clarke.”

  I backed up and Darcy grinned. “Go ahead. I’ll give you a five-second head start.”

  Five seconds?

  To what? Run?

  “Four, three—”

  I squealed then turned and took off running out of the living room and down the hallway in the direction of Darcy’s bedroom. Suddenly I stopped, the danger of falling dawning on me. There were no lit candles in the hallway and I couldn’t see a thing.

  “I can’t see!” I called out.

  I screamed with fright when I felt a hand touch my hip.

  “I won’t let you fall,” he murmured in my ear as he pressed his front to my back.

  My insides quaked and I started to sweat with anticipation.

  Darcy nudged me forward until I started to walk. I don’t know how he could see – everything was black – but he could, because he was guiding my steps. I swallowed when Darcy reached around me and opened the door to his bedroom on my left. Dim light from the candles inside lit the rest of the way, and seeing his bed halted my steps.

  “What’s wrong?” Darcy asked as he tenderly kissed my neck.

  I swallowed. “I’m about to lose my virginity . . . I’m kind of scared.”

  His lips froze on my neck.

  I was momentarily worried I’d said the wrong thing, but he turned me to face him and leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m going to take care of you. You know I will . . . don’t you?”

  I did; I knew he wouldn’t purposely hurt me.

  “I do . . . It’s still a little scary, though. I know the first time hurts, and I’m a wuss when it comes to pain. What if I cry and ruin the entire process?”

  Darcy roared with laughter. “Process? Sex isn’t a process – it’s an act of epic pleasure between two people. You’re thinking about this way too much.”

  I placed my hands on his chest and playfully shoved him before I leaned into him and rested my head against his chest.

  “I’m afraid it won’t be epic,” I admitted.

  He tensed. “You think I can’t make it great for you?”

  Oh, shite.

  “I wasn’t doubting your abilities; I was doubting mine. What if I’m crap at it and you would rather die than continue?”

  Darcy vibrated with silent laughter, so I shoved him hard.

  “I’m deadly serious here!”

  He continued to laugh and it ticked me off, so I turned and walked away from him. I crawled onto the end of his bed, and just as I made my way up the mattress Darcy placed his hands on my back and applied pressure. I flattened onto my stomach as his hand slid down my back and over my arse, where he squeezed.

  “Darcy!” I gasped.

  He chuckled and slid his hands down my thighs all the way to my ankles and back up again. When he came to my hips he gripped me tightly and turned me over. I was now on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I widened my eyes when Darcy placed his hands on my knees and spread my legs apart.

  “You have such a pretty pussy, baby . . . and you’re so wet,” Darcy growled.

  Oh. My. God.

  My body flooded with mortification, and I slammed my legs closed with a loud clap.

  “I cannot believe you just said that!” I screeched, and covered my face with my hands.

  I didn’t want to be embarrassed – I wanted to relish Darcy’s words, but
I couldn’t.

  It was just so . . . dirty.

  He groaned and lightly bit my outer thigh before he said, “Neala Girl, your innocence is killing me.”

  I kept my hands over my face. “Don’t say stuff like that to me and I won’t turn into a tomato then. God!”

  He cackled. “You’re brilliant.”

  I wanted to sock him one for laughing at me, but I refused to move my hands from my face.

  “Are you going to look at me while I taste you for the first time?” Darcy asked, his voice low and husky.

  “What are you going to do?” I asked as my body began to shake.

  “Move your hands away from your face and I’ll show you exactly what I mean.”

  I shuddered, and went against every fibre in my body: I removed my hands from my face and looked down.

  I looked down to Darcy and licked my lips when he patted his hands against my knees. I looked at my legs and cringed; they were locked up tighter than Fort Knox. I released the tension in both legs and let Darcy spread them apart. I focused on my breathing when he lay down flat on his stomach and had his face at vagina level.

  Bare vagina level.

  “Omigod,” I mumbled.

  Darcy looked up at me and then back to my vagina, where he lightly blew on me.

  I hissed. “Darcy.”

  He hummed. “You’re clean shaven,” he commented.

  I swallowed. “I get waxed.”

  Waxing was a personal preference for me. I didn’t like hair anywhere on my body except on my head.

  “I like it,” he murmured, then leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against the top of my slit before trailing his tongue down over my tender lips.

  My back arched off the bed at the foreign but toe-curling sensation.

  “Don’t be scared, baby. You will enjoy this, trust me.”

  I did trust him.

  “Are you ready?” he asked.

  I nodded, because words were lost to me.

  “Eyes on me. Watch what I do to you.”

  I nodded again.

  I watched as Darcy hooked his arms under my legs and placed his hands spread out over my hips. I felt the move open my lips and fully spread them apart to reveal the most intimate part of my body. Darcy applied pressure to my hips and held me in place. I didn’t know why, because I wasn’t going to move even if I wanted to – I was frozen.

  I widened my eyes when Darcy pushed my legs open further with his shoulders. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he lowered his head and snaked his tongue out. He placed his tongue on me and licked from my entrance up to my clit.

  Oh, fuck.

  I gasped and bucked up against Darcy’s mouth, but the lower half of my body didn’t move, because Darcy had a tight hold of me. I looked to Darcy with hooded eyes when he growled.

  “So sweet,” he said, before he put his tongue back on me.

  This time it wasn’t one long lick; it was an assault from his tongue on my clit. I wanted to come up off the bed with the incredible new sensations that racked throughout my body. I’d touched myself before and brought myself great pleasure, but Darcy’s tongue was so much better than my fingers.

  I reached down and buried my hands in his hair and tugged. He hissed against me and nipped at my clit with his teeth in response to my hair pulling.

  I screamed at the unexpected sensation of mixed pain and pleasure and pushed my head back into the mattress of the bed. I looked up at the ceiling and focused on it. I tried to think of anything and everything except what Darcy’s tongue was doing to me and how it made me want to growl in satisfaction. Any chance of distraction failed, because one thing I couldn’t escape from was the feeling of Darcy’s mouth on me, and what his mouth was doing to my body.

  I licked my lips and whimpered when sharp shocks of pleasure zinged from my clit. I pushed my pelvis up into Darcy’s face; he responded by sucking my clit into his mouth and gently shaking his head from left to right. I held my breath for a moment, but when the hot pulses of pleasure became too much I tried to crawl up the bed and away from Darcy’s tongue.

  “Too much!” I screamed. “Ah, it’s too much!”

  Darcy ignored my cries and bore down on my clit and licked and sucked at the bundle of nerves until my hips involuntarily bucked against his face and my back arched. I groaned in pleasure as I fisted the bed sheets in my hands. Fire spread from my clit down my thighs and straight up to my lower stomach, where an explosion of delight took hold of me.

  My mouth hung open, my breathing halted, and my eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

  I felt Darcy move his mouth away from me, and then he jumped off the bed and moved around to his dresser. I heard him open the dresser and then the faint crinkling sound.

  I knew it was a condom packet without opening my eyes.

  I was so nervous, but my body still hummed with little aftershocks of pleasure, so I was pretty chill as I lay spread-eagled on Darcy’s bed. I heard a whooshing sound as fabric hit the floor, then a creak as Darcy climbed back onto the bed.

  I opened my eyes when he ran his hand up my thighs and moved between them. He reached forward with his hand and touched his thumb against my still very sensitive clit, and I cried out. He chose that moment to line himself up against me; he thrust forward a few times, and each time the head of his cock rubbed against my clit I bucked and groaned.

  “Neala,” Darcy whispered.

  I opened my eyes, and the moment I made eye contact with Darcy, he thrust forward. I bit my lip with the discomfort. I looked down and even though there was minimal lighting in the room I saw he wasn’t fully inside me.

  Oh, Christ.

  I looked up to Darcy and released my lip, but the moment he pulled the head of his cock out of me and thrust forward again with a little more force, I squeezed my eyes shut as pain exploded inside me.

  I whimpered and fisted the bed sheets in my hand.

  Darcy stilled. “Open your eyes, beautiful girl.”

  I opened my eyes and was surprised when tears fell from them, then ran down my temples and into my hairline. Darcy leaned down and kissed over my tear streaks, and then brushed his lips over my eyes.

  “You’re incredible,” he breathed.

  I swallowed my sniffles.

  “You’re big,” I replied breathlessly.

  Darcy smiled at me for a moment before he leaned down and kissed me. It was during our kiss that he pulled out of me and thrust back inside. He was gentle, but it felt like he was cutting into me, because the walls around him stung with the intrusion. I focused on my breathing, and on Darcy’s kiss. I allowed myself to get lost in him, and when he pulled out of me and thrust forward once more I didn’t feel pain; I felt a little something that was . . . good.

  I opened my eyes when Darcy broke our kiss. I looked down at our connected bodies and Darcy’s perfectly crafted stomach was the first thing I saw. I looked lower and swallowed.

  He was really inside of me.

  “Oh, my God,” I breathed, and made sure not to move a muscle.

  Darcy rested on his elbows as he hovered over me.

  “Look at me,” he said.

  I looked at him, and when my eyes made contact with his I started to relax.

  “That’s it baby, relax. You’re okay. Trust me.”

  I panted, “I do.”

  I really did.

  Darcy licked his lips; then he leaned down and kissed me again. I lifted my hands to his biceps, slid my hands up his arms, up his neck, and buried them in his thick hair. I tugged and knotted my fingers in his brown locks and deepened our kiss.

  I relaxed my legs and tensed only a little when Darcy slowly pulled out of me and thrust back in. He went slowly and was very gentle – it helped ease the sensation of him stretching me. With each thrust I started to feel little zings of pleasure, and I felt so much better because of it. The pain was gone – I’d got past the worst of it.

  Thank God.

  Darcy set a slow and steady pace for a few m
inutes as he gently thrust in and out of my body until I moaned. I heard him grunt as he ever so slightly thrust into me harder, and picked up his pace.

  I broke the kiss Darcy and I shared when he thrust into my body hard, and a shiver of pure satisfaction rushed around my core.

  What was that?

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  Darcy pressed his forehead to mine. “Are you hurting?” he asked. “I’ll stop if you are.”

  Like hell he’d stop.

  “The opposite.” I groaned and tested the waters by pushing my hips down on Darcy, which caused him to moan in pleasure as he fully slid back inside me.

  “Jesus, Neala,” he said, and moved his mouth to my cheek, where he bit down.

  It didn’t hurt at all – if possible, this was turning me on more than I already was.

  Darcy moved his mouth to my neck. He kissed, licked, and sucked on me as he thrust harder into my body.

  Each thrust caused a slap as our skin smacked together; the sound rang out in the room, followed by our mixed grunts and moans. My body was on fire, and I boldly asked, “Can I ride you?”

  Darcy halted his movements, and it caused my insides to contract with disapproval.

  “You want to be on top?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  I screeched when he gripped onto my waist, rolled his body under mine, and pulled me on top of him. I gasped when I sat upright and looked down. I was straddling Darcy, and he was still inside me.

  “How the hell did you do that?” I asked in shock.

  Darcy didn’t reply; instead, he placed his hands on my waist and rolled his hips upwards, causing my eyes to drift shut. I opened my eyes, then placed my hands on his and looked at him for direction.

  “Up and down, baby,” Darcy encouraged, and hissed when I did as he asked. He bucked his hips upwards when I sank down on him and growled, “Just like that.”

  I repeated the action of moving up and down until I fell into a slow and steady rhythmic bounce. Each thrust Darcy made as I sank down on him was toe curling. I leaned my head back and arched my back when my inner muscles contracted around him.