“Nope, this is good,” and handed him a ten. When he came back with my change, I waved him off. I was more interested in information than money.
“Who’s the chick in the middle of the dance floor?” I asked as he pulled his gaze away from the dance floor.
“She’s hot, eh?” he smiled. “She’s friends with Charlee, who is here a few times a week. That’s Darcy, she’s a bit entitled and way too prissy for my taste, but hot all the same.” He leaned on the edge of the bar and watched her, “She’s not much into the party scene.”
“No?” I squinted, trying to stave off the boner popping in my pants.
“Dude, I’m giving you fair warning, she’s not a partier. She doesn’t drink that much and never leaves with anyone.” He pointed to the three women, “And she never lets a guy grind up on her like she’s letting her ‘friends’ do, right now,” he air quoted. “I’ve never seen her this relaxed.” I thanked him and ordered another beer.
One thing was for sure, I was going to make her scream and burn for me the same way I was for her. I have a singular mindset when I want something, and damn me to hell, I wanted her.
~~~
I saw Jon dance with Charlee and watched as Darcy shot down guy after guy. Fuck, the front of my pants were becoming unbearably snug since we walked in here twenty minutes ago, and I saw her. She was a magnificent creature, but I couldn’t tell if she knew just how hot she was to all the men watching her.
I downed a couple of shots and got up the nerve to approach her. The closer I got to, the more it seemed that I was losing my damn mind. No woman has ever made me feel not worthy enough, and somewhere along my long walk over, I lost my bravado.
One thing was certain, I had to touch this ‘Venus de Milo,’ not even Botticelli himself could’ve created a more beautiful creature. Yes, I know Botticelli, I’m not cultured, but I know enough to get me by.
Her generous hips swayed to the music, and I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against me. Her perfect ass bumped against my hard-on. She didn’t fuss or argue, which seemed odd, but who was I to question it. Christ, her little dress was so tight it melted against her body like a second skin and left little to the imagination.
Her hardened nipples pierced the front of the sexy little number she wore, begging to be bitten, while her heart-shaped ass begged to be spanked. And hell, I was just the guy to do both—I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted someone this bad. It was a need that burned deep in my gut and found a home a little further south.
I ground into the fabric, dreaming it was her as I wrapped my right arm around her chest and splayed my left, over her abdomen. Darcy let her head fall back, and a low moan followed. The exhilaration of touching her filled my senses, and the thought of her turning the other guys away had me harder than a rock. I didn’t want to come in my pants like a fucking teenager, but this girl did things to my head, and I didn’t mean just the one hanging between my legs, either.
“You are so goddamned perfect,” I grunted, pushing us through a crowd of onlookers. I took her down the dimly lit hall off the dance floor. Once there, I pushed her against the wall and pulled her arms over her head, “Mmm, that’s it.” Her sweet scent wrapped itself around me, and I needed to feel her heat on me.
I cursed when I drew up the back of her dress and ran my fingers over her velvety lips, and fuck me, she was dripping. Her long auburn hair hung down her back, and I pushed it, nipping her flesh, sinking two fingers deep into the warmth of her core. She bucked against me, and I couldn’t stop myself as I forced my other hand down the front of her panties.
She was where I wanted her, pinned between me and the wall. I was almost positive that she wouldn’t fight me if I pushed inside of her and let her come on my cock, fuck she was driving me crazy. My fingers pumped inside her as my calloused fingertips rubbed back and forth, then side to side over her clit. Her muscles clamped down on my fingers, and all I could think about was how it would feel choking my fucking cock.
“I bet you taste as good as you look,” I groaned against her silky skin. Just to see how far I could push this magnificent beauty, I nudged my thumb over her tight hole, and she came apart like a dream. She screamed into the wall, but I didn’t stop even after she came. I didn’t want her to forget what I’d done to her body, even though she didn’t know it was me giving her an orgasm. That would come in time, no doubt, and talk about coming, she did—for a second time, grabbing my hand and holding it tight against her clit.
She tried to push my hand away after the first orgasm, but I wasn’t having any of that, “I’m not finished yet, babe.” I whispered in her ear, watching her skin freckle with goosebumps.
I went on stroking her, “No, it's too… ” she stammered as her rear bounced off the bulge I was sporting in the pants, and I lost it. Fuck if I didn’t start dry humping her, one hand on her shoulder and the other tucked over her pert tit before I pulled it back between her legs for one more go. He tilted my ass up and continued to dry humped me, as the sound of him sucking his fingers got me aroused again. The ‘Ice Queen’ cometh again, and this time I licked her taste into my mouth.
She seemed to get hot from me, sucking her sweetness off my fingers and moaned with every naughty word I said to her. My breathing came in heavy bursts as I forced her hard against the wall, lashing at her clit and sucking her neck. I crushed her, inviting body under my weight and savoring her every cry for more.
This was the end of me, I was ruined for all other women because of this sexy woman letting me have my way with her. It was forbidden, hot, sensual need and lust that zipped through my mind, and it was better than anything I could’ve imagined. Who was I kidding, I didn’t have a great imagination, but this woman was not only doing things to my body and brain, she was pulling at strings somewhere in my chest.
“Fuck, you're a Goddess. Your taste will be with me forever,” I muttered as I continued to grind against her ass. “It would be so hot if you danced on my face while I fucked you with my tongue.” With my words barely out, she started to push back, causing a wave of heat to burrow through my body as our bodies rocked together.
I bit down on her soft, between her neck and shoulder as I came. What was I a fucking teenager? At least I wouldn’t have a bad case of blue balls, but I wasn’t sure that walking out of here with a wet stain on the front of my pants would be acceptable. I chuckled at my stupid thought as Darcy’s sigh started to ramp me up again.
Yes, I was good and well fucked where she was concerned. I didn’t want to leave her, but it was time. I backed away slowly, wanting nothing more than to wrap her against me and take her back to my place. That wasn’t going to happen, and I needed to get out of there before she saw me.
She looked over her right shoulder, and I turned away from her while pulling my t-shirt over the front of my pants, ducking out the back entrance. She wasn’t going to forget what happened tonight, in that dark hall.
There was no way I was going to forget Darcy’s body against mine and how it fit mine perfectly. Her taste lingering on my lips and flashes of what happened between us was making me hard again.
~~~
My phone went off, and I ignored it since I already knew who it was, my brother. The guy didn’t know what it was to take it easy or just to let loose. He seemed pretty content last night as the blond dirty danced with him. Or should I say, she danced and gyrated while he stood there and let her?
I couldn’t imagine that going on for long before Jon ripped off her clothes. My brother isn’t the laid back kind of guy that he portrays, he’s more of a control type, and filled me in a few times on what he likes. Christ, he had me watch pornos of his particular kink. I wondered if any of our brothers were into that type of lifestyle.
“Fuck,” I hollered, grabbed my cell, and hit the accept button.
“Well, good morning, sleeping beauty,” he chuckled.
“You do know what time it is, right?” my tone coming out as annoyed as I was.
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p; “Yeah, I do know, get out of bed and come over,” he ordered. “Old Fitzwilliam just called and asked us to meet him at his daughters.”
Oh shit, “No, I’m not going this morning,” I exclaimed as I sat up on my bed with morning wood. Fuck my life!
When I got home early this morning, I crashed on my couch. Of course, I tore off my pants and jerked off before I passed out. Some time in the middle of the night I got up and went into my room
“Look, asswipe, we have a job to do, and I already told you it’s a big contract for us,” he chided.
“I know that, Jon,” yeah, I was pissed. “Why is it only you and me, for the most part working for Fitzwilliam?”
“Eli, we’re the oldest and the most experienced in our trade. Stop being a baby and get your ass up.”
“I’m sleeping, call one of your other brothers,” I answered.
“What happened to you last night? You were there dancing with Darcy, and then you both disappeared,” he questioned. “Damn Eli, you didn’t fuck her than leave her with her panties around her ankles, did you?”
“Hey.” I growled, “Don’t talk to me as if I need monitoring. I didn’t leave her with her pants down, okay.”
“So, you fucked her, and now we’re probably going to lose this job!”
“You know, there are five of us, Jon,” I snapped. “Call one of them. They don’t mind you controlling their lives, me, on the other hand, I’m going back to sleep,” and I hung up. He had a lot of nerve thinking I’d just take his damn shit.
~~~
I didn’t get up until two in the afternoon and needed a coffee something fierce. So, I can admit I overindulged myself last night, what with the shots and the beer. That was to get the nerve up to approach Darcy, but I didn’t do it the right way. But, fuck, her curves felt so good, and the scent of her was embedded in my soul.
What the hell was this all about, it’s not as if I haven’t been with beautiful women before. Or found them infuriating and a pain in the ass, so what’s so different about this one. I couldn’t answer that question, besides all this thinking had me rather intimate with my hand and cold showers. Damn!
There was only one way I was going to get this taken care of, and that was to go out and get laid. Yeah, that was it. Now I just had to stop popping boners and stay out of the cold water long enough to find someone and fuck Darcy Fitzwilliam out of my system.
I decided to go to the gym later in the day, ya know work off some steam and all that kind of bullshit. Never made it there, though, so I headed out to my usual watering hole to grab a drink and maybe a blowjob if I was lucky.
~~~
The bartender shot me a smile, and I nodded at her, “Hi Sandy, can I get a beer.”
“Sure thing, sugar,” and she reached into the cooler and grabbed a bottle. Popping the cap off as she placed it in front of me, “Where you been?” She asked. She was sweet, and we’d fucked around a few times without any entanglements.
“Got any plans for tonight?” I asked with a wink.
She arched her brow, “You wanting a date or an itch to be scratched?” I gave her my best panty-melting smile, and the next thing I knew, we were in the women’s washroom. Sandy grabbed the front of my jeans as she fumbled with the button. I sucked her lower lip between my teeth and leaned my head back against the wall as she got on her knees. Yeah, this is what I needed.
Then my mind drifted to Darcy, she was all I could think of. My thoughts over the last few days had been consumed with her, and after last night, I’d be thinking of her a lot more. Her sweet essence on my tongue, the soft moans she rewarded me with, and that hot fucking body that rested against mine in that dimly lit hallway at Lefties.
I looked down to see a crown of red hair and thought I might get sick. What kind of guy turns a good blow for some woman that doesn’t even know you gave her some earth-shaking orgasms. That would be me, hopeless ass, and I might have a hard-on, but it wasn’t from the woman with her head between my legs.
“Fuck, I can’t do this right now, Sandy. I’m sorry, I have to go.” She nodded as I opened the door and left.
There was only one thing I could do, come clean with Darcy and hoped to God she wouldn’t kick me in the balls.
CHAPTER 5
Elijah
Sunday morning rolled around, and I dragged my ass to the kitchen to make coffee. Last night was like some kind of revelation for me, so what the hell had I been thinking? My thought was getting my cock sucked or banging some faceless woman, and that would miraculously catapult me into forgetting Darcy.
Huh. Yeah, that sounded even dumber than it did last night.
Geez, when did I turn into such a pussy? In my defense, I’d never really fallen into feelings before, and now I knew why I stayed clear of the particular shitshow.
After consuming way too much coffee, I was wired, so I grabbed a protein bar and headed out for an early morning run. The trail was usually deserted at this time on the weekends, except for us runners, joggers, and walkers.
I turned on some Dio, letting it fill my brain with power as I stretched my legs. Nothing quite like fresh air and a run to get those juices flowing. Tonight was family night at the parent's house, and mom was a stickler for that. She made sure we all gathered together every week.
She lucked out, having five boys, there was no end to the mischief we got into as kids. Our dad was great too, he adored mom. I think we all wanted a love like theirs, it was something me and my brothers strived to have, one day.
Well, that day was here, maybe, they were married young as most did back then. Liam, the youngest brother, was engaged since the tender age of twenty-two. Here I was at the ripe age of twenty-six, and I had never even fallen in love. Once upon of time, I thought I was in love, but it turned out that my dick liked her vagina. That's not a lifelong love between two crazy kids, who fucked most of that summer away.
Your first screw didn’t mean first love, right.
The harsh lessons we all learn in life, regardless of status or wealth. It made me laugh when I watched my brothers tip-toe around the women they were I interested in. We were all looking for the same thing.
No, that's not right, I was usually only looking for a place to pump my seed, it didn’t get much deeper than that, for me. Then I think about Friday night and having Darcy come apart in my hands, it would be easy for me to forget that I loved being single with a woman like her.
That one was a pistol, full of vigor and ripe for the picking. I didn’t know how I was going to approach Darcy after what happened, hell she wouldn’t even think it was me who made her come, not once but three times. The thought of her bouncing on my cock, riding me like a cowgirl, made me cream in my pants!
I wasn't in high school anymore, and that was not kosher with me. Just as I was about to start my run, I noticed there was movement to my left.
“Well, look who’s here, Charlee,” the sound of her voice made my cock weep, as I glanced over my shoulder and saw the perfect face the girl I’d been jerking off to for the last few days. I grunted, pulling my shirt out of my pants to hide my burgeoning hard-on. Fuck.
“Ladies,” I smiled, “I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Charlee lives on Netherfield, it’s a few blocks over from here,” she disclosed.
“Is Jon with you?” Charlee asked me, and I shook my head. “Huh, he said that he would meet us here,” she muttered aloud.
“Did he,” my eyebrow quirked up. “I talked to him an hour ago, and he said something about going to speak with your dad,” and I gazed at Darcy. Once she noticed me staring, she flushed, and I wondered if she knew that it was me in the narrow hallway on Friday night.
Her long hair tangled in the morning breeze, as I stifled a groan threatening to burst out of me. Darcy pushed her hair behind her ears, and I noticed makeup on her neck. Fuck, I got a bit over rambunctious the other night. “How do you jog with your hair flying all over?” A smirk pulled up one side of her mouth, and I couldn’t he
lp but notice how plump her lips were.
“Hey, Loverboy,” Jon came up behind me and patted my shoulder. “What are you doing here?” He asked as Charlee sidled up next to him, got on her tiptoes, and kissed him.
“Can you two get a room, please,” I joked with them. I needed to take my eyes and thoughts off of Darcy before I pulled her into the bushes and finished what I started Friday night. This was pure insanity. I couldn’t stop thinking about her or how much I wanted her.
“I guess we’re going to be jogging together,” Darcy muttered with a faint smile.
I nodded and walked over to her, so I could proposition her. “How about you and I put a wager on it.”
“And what kind of wager would that be,” she asked, narrowing her eyes at me.
“You beat me, and I’ll take you for a drink.” Instead of answering me, her mouth fell open. “What, you don’t drink?” I chuckled from her expression.
“Oh no, I drink,” she muttered, scratching the back of her head and sweeping her tongue over her pink lips. It must have been an unconscious gesture as she cleared her throat when she noticed me staring at her lips.
“So, what do you think?” I waggled my eyebrows when she looked away, “Hey if you’re scared, that’s okay.” I commented, giving her the nudge she needed.
“Scared? Of what, you think having a drink with you, scares me? I’d hardly say that would scare me,” she huffed with her hands on her hips.
“Well, let’s go then,” I smirked.
“So, if you win, I buy you a drink?”
I shook my head and stepped closer to her, whispering in her, “If I win, you let me taste you.” I waited for her to say something, but when she didn’t, it spurred me on. “For the life of me, I can’t get your taste or anything else about you out of my mind.”
She gasped and latched her fingers in the front of her shirt, turning slightly toward me, “You?”
“It was all me,” I smirked while staring into her knowing gaze. She plunked down on the bench behind her. “Come on, Princess, you know it’ll feel good.”
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