He glanced at me, then back at the road. “I’m listening.”
“Are you sure it’s not…” I trailed off, thinking for a moment.
“What?” He sounded unsettled.
“Are you sure it’s not,” I paused. “Too one-sided?”
He looked at me again, his brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”
I shrugged. “Well, you’ve said yourself you don’t deal well with women who aren’t giving as much as they’re receiving. I just don’t want this to be too one-sided, you know? With everything you’re doing for me…”
He flashed me a grin. “Trust me, Marisa, this is anything but one-sided.” He patted my leg, then ran his finger up my inner thigh and he laughed as my breath caught.
“Seriously,” I said. “You’re doing so much for me—”
“Honestly,” he broke in. “If taking you home and fucking you every chance I get is what I need to do to help you see just how enjoyable sex can really be,” He paused, stiffening his lip melodramatically, pretending to choke back tears. “Then damn it, that’s the sacrifice I’ll make.”
We both laughed until we cried. I wiped a tear away with the back of my hand. “Okay, fair enough, but…I want to make sure you’re getting what you want, too.”
He winked at me. “Trust me. I am.” He pulled the car onto the interstate and the engine whined as he accelerated hard. He wasn’t kidding; he really was in a hurry to get home.
“Okay, well, if you say so,” I said with a shrug and a laugh. “If we’re calling it even, I won’t bother with that blow-
job or—”
“What? Wait, what blowjob?”
I put my hands up defensively. “You said we were even, that it wasn’t one-sided—”
“Well, that was before you brought a blowjob into it.”
“You said—”
“Tease.”
I shot him a playful glare and he returned it. A moment later, he glanced at me again, and I gave him a tarty wink and licked my lips.
He accelerated.
Thirteen
As we pulled into the parking lot, I looked at Darren and said, “You know, we’ve both been out in the sun all day. Maybe we should grab a shower first.”
He nodded as he put the car into park. “Oh, we’ll be taking a shower. Don’t worry.” On the way up the stairs to the apartment, he grabbed my ass. “But the shower can wait a few minutes.”
Over my shoulder, I said, “And why is that?”
He stopped on the landing beside me and put an arm around my waist, pulling me against him so that I could feel his hard-on. “Because if I don’t get my cock inside you in the next sixty seconds, I’m going to have to hurt someone.”
“Hurt someone?” I said with a grin as he unlocked the door. “Sounds kinky.”
He pulled me through the door by the hips and kicked it shut behind us. “Kinky hell,” he said. “I need to fuck you.”
“Is that right?” I avoided his kiss, giving him a teasing grin.
He nipped my shoulder. “Don’t make me drag you into bed by your hair.”
“Neanderthal.”
“I’m allowed to be a Neanderthal,” he said as we stumbled down the hall, pulling clothes off each step of the way.
“Are you?” I tugged at his belt. “Just why is that?”
He pressed his hips against mine as he unhooked my bra. “Because I have a big fucking club.”
“Yes, yes you do,” I laughed. I freed myself from his
grasp and laid on the bed, squirming out of my own jeans. “And you’d better get a condom on it right now.”
He was already pulling it out of the nightstand drawer and ripping it open by the time I finished saying it. Seconds later, he joined me on the bed. He kissed me, that ravenous kiss that always made me forget what day is was, and slipped a hand between us. When his fingers met my pussy, my back arched off of the bed.
“Jesus, you’re wet,” he exhaled against my mouth. “Wet enough for me to slide my cock right in.”
I responded with a soft moan, the only sound I could muster, and he was inside me.
“Oh my God,” he groaned against my neck. “Oh my God you feel…” He sucked in a breath. It was almost a startled sound, then he said, “My God you feel perfect.”
I buried my face against his shoulder to muffle the torrent of screams and moans that threatened to come out as he thrust into me again and again.
“Do you like that?” His voice was little more than a groan. “Oh fuck, tell me, baby, tell me if you want—oh fuck…”
I moaned an affirmative, exhaling against his shoulder as he rode me. Christ, why couldn’t other men feel this good?
“Oh God, I’m gonna come...” And seconds later, he did, releasing a sharp breath against my neck as his body shuddered. “Oh my God,” he whispered.
After a moment, he raised his head and kissed me. “Jesus, babe, you just had me too turned on to wait.” He grinned. “But you will come plenty of times tonight, rest assured.”
I smiled into his kiss. If my other nights with Darren were any indication, he wasn’t kidding.
“Join me for a shower?” he asked against my lips.
“Absolutely.”
We couldn’t keep our hands—or mouths—off of each other in the shower. Darren kissed my mouth, my neck, my shoulders, even as we rubbed soap all over each other. Then he looked at me and grinned as he soaped my breasts. “Now that we’ve gotten that first round out of our systems,” he said. “We can take our time. Tonight, you’re calling the
shots.”
I swallowed. “How so?”
He thumbed my nipples gently. “You are going to tell me what you want.” He kissed me, his tongue melting my spine with each gentle brush against my lips. “You’re going to tell me what you want, and I’m going to give you what you want.”
“As long as I ask for it,” I said, that nagging uncertainty creeping into my consciousness.
He cupped my breasts, watching his own hands seeking out my nipples amidst the thick suds. “It’s the only way you’ll learn to get what you want.” His gaze never left his hands on my breasts. “Whatever it is, whether it’s a change of position, or you want me to lick your clit…”
My cheeks burned as he said that, and I silently cursed myself. It was Darren, for God’s sake. I had nothing to be embarrassed about. Yet there I was, blushing like a schoolgirl as he offered me suggestions and played with my nipples oh fuck Darren, you’re killing me with what you’re doing with your fingers, but don’t you dare stop, why are you stopping?
His hands went from my breasts to my face and he lifted my chin until I was looking into his eyes. In a voice so gentle it almost brought me to tears, he said, “Anything you want, Marisa. All you have to do is ask. You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
I swallowed hard. “It’s just, asking, it’s…”
He nodded, smiling, and kissed me. “You’ll get used to it. I’ll help you get out of your shell and expand your comfort zone.” Then he laughed, a sly grin on his face. “And once Marisa is out of her shell in bed, heaven help the men of this world.”
We both laughed and he kissed me gently. After we’d rinsed the soap off and stepped out of the shower, he said, “So, since you’re calling the shots…” He lifted an inquisitive eyebrow.
Feeling a bit more brazen than before, I said, “Well, I think some oral action is in order, don’t you?”
He wetted his lips and came towards me to pull me into another kiss, his hard cock pressing into my thigh. “I think that sounds like a great idea. Why don’t we—” He stopped abruptly, his words catching in his throat as I knelt and took his cock into my mouth. I distantly heard his hand hit the wall as he braced himself. “Oh, wow,” he said.
I stroked him with one hand and ran my tongue around the head of his cock, flicking it across the underside, then swirling it around the head again, then flicking it again. His fingers ran through my wet hair, twitching against my scalp each time I hit a
sensitive place or touched him just the right way.
“Oh fuck, baby.” His speech was slurred. “Holy hell, that’s good.” He exhaled. “That’s perfect.”
I put my lips around his cock and took as much as I could without actually deep-throating, giving myself enough room to still maneuver my tongue along the underside of the shaft. As I fucked him slowly with my mouth, I ran my tongue along him, barely containing a grin as a shiver ran through his body. Then I did it faster. A little harder. His compliments on my technique turned into pleas for more, which turned into barely audible moans.
He tightened his hand in my hair, not enough to hurt but enough to impede what I was doing. “Let’s take this in the bedroom,” he said, breathlessly.
I stood, still stroking his cock even while he kissed me. He held me tight, a hand on my lower back and another in my hair, kissing me like his life depended on it. I broke away just enough to say, “But I wasn’t done going down on you.”
A low growl vibrated across my lips. “If you keep doing what you were doing,” he said. “I’m going to come again. And I’m not going to come again until you do.” I grinned and tried to go down again, but he held me up. “Bedroom,” he ordered.
In the bedroom, he lowered me onto the bed, pressing his cock against me again. “I loved what you were doing with your mouth,” he said, kissing my neck. “But you haven’t come yet tonight. And tonight is about you.” He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at me, cupping my breast with his other hand. “Tell me what you want.”
My mouth suddenly went dry. “You know what gets me off.”
He laughed and kissed me. “I do. But I want to know
what you want. I want you to see how easy it is to ask for—and get—what you want.” He bent and flicked his tongue across my nipple. “So tell me, what do you want me to do?”
I bit my lip. In my mind, I saw him eating my pussy, fucking me, fingering me, all the things I knew he could and would do, but the words stuck to the roof of my mouth along with my tongue.
“Do you want me,” he said. “To finger your clit and your pussy?” I swallowed. He circled my nipple with his tongue, then said, “Or eat your pussy until you scream?” He came up and kissed me. In a hoarse whisper, he said, “Or do you want me to fuck you until you can’t take it anymore?”
I closed my eyes, avoiding the gentle scrutiny of his. I knew that he wouldn’t laugh at me or reject me, that he was in fact waiting for me to tell him the things that embarrassed me, but it didn’t make it any easier to say it.
His fingertips stroked the side of my face. “Whatever you want,” he said. “Tell me.” He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, “All I want is to make you come, over and over, but I want you to tell me how.”
A shiver ran up my spine. Finally, I said, “I want you—” I swallowed. “I want you to eat my pussy.”
He grinned and kissed me. “Music to my ears,” he growled. As he kissed his way down my neck and chest, a strange sense of relief flooded over me. Though I knew he wouldn’t respond negatively, seeing was believing. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t tease, just worked his way down to do exactly what I’d asked.
His tongue circled my clit, slowly, barely touching it. Goosebumps prickled my skin. He did it again, the tip of his tongue so soft against me that I wondered if I was imagining it. I wanted more. Needed more. A shudder rippled through me in anticipation of his fingers on my G-spot, which he always did when he went down on me, but this time, he only used his tongue. I moaned softly, pushing my hips towards him, as if searching for his fingers.
Then I realized what he was doing: He was waiting for me to ask. For his fingers, for more pressure, for his tongue to move faster.
I swallowed my inhibitions. “Your fingers…I want…” My tongue barely formed the words, let alone a coherent
sentence.
His fingertips grazed the lips of my pussy, sending a shiver up my spine. His mouth broke contact with my clit just long enough to say, “What about them?”
Frustration gnawed at me, but I knew what he was doing. He wasn’t withholding, he was waiting. All I had to do was ask. “Your fingers,” I said. “Inside…in my pussy. Please.” And just as the words came off of my tongue, his fingers slipped inside me. They moved slowly, sliding in and out, narrowly missing—no, avoiding—my G-spot. “Bend them,” I said, worrying that I was coming across as a nag, as being critical of his technique, as— “Oh, fuck, just like that.” My back arched off the bed as his fingertips ran across my G-spot. He moved them faster. “Slower,” I said. “Just a little bit slower.” And his fingers slowed down. “With your tongue, a little bit harder, just—oh, God, yes.” All of my inhibitions and embarrassment melted as he did everything right, everything perfectly, and in seconds, I was over the edge. I’d always been afraid of being loud during sex, of just letting go, but I moaned, I cried out, I let it all come out, and just as my climax peaked, everything culminated in one desperate plea:
“Fuck me!”
Fourteen
Darren didn’t hesitate. I was vaguely aware of the drawer opening and the foil packet tearing, of my own voice repeatedly begging him to fuck me. He was about to do just that, lowering his hips between my parted thighs, when I stopped him.
“Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Let me get on my knees,” I said.
He blinked, startled, then grinned. “Absolutely.” He sat back so that I could change positions. “You know, your hips are the perfect size for my hands,” he said, grasping them gently.
“I hadn’t noticed,” I murmured. “All I noticed was that your cock is the perfect size for my pussy.” My cheeks burned as I realized what I’d said. Thank God he can’t see my face, I thought. Shit, he probably thinks I sound ridiculous.
But he didn’t. “I noticed that, too,” he said, slowly sliding into me. He took his sweet time getting his cock all the way into my pussy, making sure I felt every last inch. He paused when he was all the way in. “Jesus, we are a perfect fit.” Then he pulled out just as slowly, holding my hips still as I leaned back.
Each time he moved, the head of his cock brushed my G-spot and sent lightning bolts coursing through my veins.
“Faster,” I pleaded. “Harder.”
He brushed my hair over my shoulder. “I can’t hear you.”
“You heard me.”
“Maybe I didn’t.” He took even slower, gentler strokes now, one hand resting on my lower back while the other played with my hair. “Tell me again.”
“Fuck me harder,” I said, looking over my shoulder.
He slammed into me once, hard and deep, just the way I wanted it, then went back to fucking me slowly. “What?”
That single stroke sent tremors up my spine and rendered me completely speechless. I wanted more. I needed more. I was drunk off of the little taste he’d given me. Stop fucking with me, Darren, you know exactly what I want.
He slammed into me again. Once. “Tell me what you want, baby.” He ran his hand up and down my side while the other wound fingers into my hair.
Frustrated and tongue-tied and so turned on I wanted to scream, I dug the heels of my hands into the mattress and took over, slamming my hips back against him. He grunted in surprise and suddenly gripped my hair tighter, pulling harder than he probably intended.
“Shit, sorry.” He released my hair and put his hands back on my hips as he fucked me.
“Put it back,” I said.
“What?”
I wetted my lips, trying to speak even as I kept slamming back against his cock. “Your hand. In my hair.” It was primal and rough, and I wanted more.
He closed his hand around my hair, but he didn’t pull.
“Do it again,” I said, trying to form a coherent sentence. “Pull it again.”
“Pull—are you sure?” He didn’t sound like he was teasing me this time. He sounded surprised, uncertain even.
“Yes,” I said through my teeth.
“Pull my hair and fuck me.”
His hand wrapped around my hair and he tightened his fist, pulling it hard enough to make me yelp, then moan. And he fucked me. God Almighty, did he fuck me. “Is that the way you wanted it, baby?” He panted. “Tell me, tell me if that’s what you want.”
“Yes, yes!” I cried, losing myself in the deliciously violent pounding he gave my pussy. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Darren, you’re going to make me come.” And at that, he gave it to me even harder, his fist tightening in my hair, his cock slamming into all of the right places, and I was gone.
Over my own cries and moans and pleas for more, more, and more, I heard Darren’s breath catch, heard a deep, primal growl. He released my hair and seized my hips, giving me everything he was worth until he gasped, groaned, and relaxed.
After a moment, we sank to the bed as one, collapsing under our own weight. Darren pulled out slowly, made quick work of getting rid of the condom, and came back. He put his arms around me and we lay in silence for a long time, neither speaking, just breathing.
When the room stopped spinning, I rolled onto my side so that I was facing him. “That,” I whispered. “Was hot.”
“As it should be,” he said, lifting my chin and kissing me gently.
“Even if you were teasing me, you brat,” I said.
He laughed. “I was just making you ask for what you wanted. And you got everything you asked for, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Santa Claus, thank you.”
He gave me a playful glare, then laughed as he ran his fingers through my hair. “I didn’t realize you liked having your hair pulled.”
“Neither did I.”
“I’ll have to remember that.”
“Please do.”
He kissed me, a long, gentle kiss, just his lips against mine. “Who knows what else we’ll learn about Marisa tonight?” He snickered at the incredulous look on my face. “Oh come on, now, you didn’t think we were done, did you?”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”
“I’m just trying to help a friend learn the joys of hot, crazy sex.”
“All at terrible personal expense, I’m sure.”
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