by HJ Bellus
Her moan of approval only fuels my desire, but Darby only licks around the head of my cock. She’s being a tease and I fucking love it.
“Darby,” I grit out between my teeth and try to push her head down further. She continues to lick the head of my cock, which only urges my hips up into the air.
“Please, Darby.”
I’ve never had to beg and use the word please in bed with a woman. It’s usually the other way around, but fuck me she’s cast a spell over me that I can’t escape. Shit, I don’t want to escape. I want to bask under her spell forever.
Her lips wrap around my cock and I lose every single ounce of self-control left in me. The harsh difference of teeth, then supple lips floating up and down me, cause me to tug her hair and growl even louder.
“The fucking best. Jesus, what are you doing to me?”
She moves faster up and down me, deepening the sensation each time. My hands fly to her arms, pulling her off of me before I explode in her mouth.
“What, you didn’t like it?” She tilts her head with a pouty lip sticking out. “You damn well better, baby.”
Her hips align perfectly over my towering cock and I ease her down on me. My teeth sink into my bottom lip, fighting to hold back my impending release dancing on the edge of the cliff. She may be on top, but it’s going to be me who fucks her this time.
My fingertips sink into the sides of her supple hips, holding her still. I begin to move slowly underneath making sure I’m deep inside her with each push, keeping a slow and steady motion. My vision only pays attention to Darby sucking on her bottom lip, and her eyes closing shut and popping open with each movement. I pull her hips up a bit more, then begin to pound into her hard and fast in a greedy fashion.
“Rhett. Oh, Rhett.” She steadies herself with one planted palm on my chest and drags the other hand down to her center.
Her fingers rub her clit and my cock at the same time. The simple touch throws me way too close to the fucking edge.
“Rhett, Oh God. Oh God. Rhett,” she sings out.
“Go, baby. Let’s go together.” I barely growl the words out before I feel her clench around me and her sexy song morphs into screams.
I spill into her at the same time she lets go. I take several extra pumps into her, riding out the wave and making sure my girl is fucked to satisfaction.
I’ve never fucked a girl without protection until Darby. When I quit all other women and knew she had a piece of me that I wasn’t going to be able to give back, I went and got tested as did she. I’d go mad if I had to have a layer between us each time. We were both clean and Darby on birth control. She’s been on it since high school because her parents insisted. They couldn’t have their wild child ruining their pristine public image.
She’s collapsed down on my chest with our bodies still connected. I smooth her hair down her back, relaxing with each touch of her.
“Best gift ever, Darby, thank you.”
“Always and anytime.”
I feel her smile press against my shoulder.
“Tonight is your turn to share something.” I keep playing with her long honey colored curls.
We’ve kept our promise to each other and shared something each night before bed. Some nights have been fun and amusing, from sharing our favorite colors to foods we hate, and other nights not so much. After running into Gia, I told Darby everything from Gia lying about the abortion to running from town late one night.
Darby’s opened up a bit about her past but nothing major. I keep waiting for the bomb to drop.
“Mmmm.”
She rolls to my side breaking our connection. I don’t waste a second before pulling her into me with my arm cupping her head and the other one laying over her bared hip.
“You already know I get a bad case of the farts when I eat Doritos and I’ve never sharted in my life, so what to share from the Darby dictionary of life.”
I drag my hand from her hip all the way up her side, and tap her nose. “Spill, you sexy kitten.”
Instantly, I regret my playful tone and words as a sadness coats Darby’s face.
“My dad is an awful man.”
I pull her in tighter, letting her know she’ll always be safe in my arms. I want to tell her to stop, but on the other hand I want to know it all. Like knowing, will able me protect her from her past demons, but the harsh reality is they’ve made her into the person she is and I love her for that.
I kiss the top of her forehead and leave my lips frozen there as she continues to talk.
“He’s a dirty bastard and my mom never stopped him from doing things. See, there’s this belief in my family that if it happens behind closed doors then it never happened.”
“Baby, you don’t have to.”
She only shrugs and carries on. “I idolized my dad. He literally was my hero until he violated all of me, and I know that’s why I’ve never committed to a guy until you.”
“God, thank you, baby.” I pull her face up from my shoulder and kiss the hell out of her, showing her how much I love and will always protect her.
She nuzzles her head back down in the crook of my chest and shoulder like it’s easier for her to share when not having to look at me. The pain streaming from her reminds me of my very own the night I told her about my darkest insecurity that’s haunted me my entire life.
“It started out innocent enough. He’d invite me into his office when he had friends over and it made me feel important and empowered, like one day I’d be an important person in Congress like him. Well, that was the dumbest fucking thing I could’ve thought. The first night it was a fellow congressman he was trying to convince to vote with him on a certain bill about state taxes.”
“I’ll kill him. I’ll kill all those motherfuckers,” I hiss.
It’s not my story and I should be listening, but my body can’t control the rage boiling inside of me.
“He never let them touch me and only had me strip naked for them.”
The way she so easily uses the word only, like she fucking deserved, it shatters me. I know it’s a coping mechanism, but it still fucking hurts.
“They’d take pictures and whack off. The first time I cried and shook in fear, and my dad beat me when the men left. From there on out, I never cried again when asked to go to his office. My mom would waltz in every once in awhile, refilling the men’s cocktails and every time before I was beckoned, she’d make sure I looked picture perfect from my hair down to an innocent school-girl outfit.”
She lets out a pent-up air of frustration and goes limp against my body.
I take a long time searching for the perfect words, but panic not wanting to take too long in fear of scaring her after she’s entirely opened up to me.
“I’m speechless, baby. You truly amaze me more and more every day with your courage and strength. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”
“They didn’t touch me.”
I perch up on one elbow and look down into her eyes. “They did hurt you, abuse you, and violated a little girl. A very beautiful little girl who has turned into a gorgeous, vibrant, and brave woman who showed my heart how to love. So, yes Darby, I will protect you forever.”
Silent tears fall from my eyes, and all I can do is hug her tighter and continue to whisper everything I love about her in her ear. She’s my girl and forever…
She falls asleep first and then I follow, never letting go of her body.
12
Darby
“Holy shit, you have twelve orders for the new end table I posted.”
“What can I say, I’m good with my hands.” He winks at me from his wood bench.
“Do I ever know that.”
I watch Rhett scratch his head and place his pencil behind his ear. He doesn’t realize it’s a nervous habit, but he repeats the action over and over while working and thinking up a new design. I could stare at him for hours when he’s working out here.
“I’m going to finish up dinner then I’ll help you.”
“You’ll just distract me,” he responds, not looking up from the blueprints he’s sketching out.
“Rude,” I sing out, walking up behind him and wrapping my arms around his middle.
“It’s your tits. I blame your tits. They could destroy small countries.”
I laugh into his neck. “You’re a naughty boy.”
“I’m getting a boner, Darby,” he warns.
I let my hands drift down to his crotch and stroke him through his jeans.
“I could finish your dinner or drop to my knees.” I spin him around in the stool. “You know, maybe it will help you think clearer.”
“You’re right. God, you’re always right.” He tugs down his loose fitting sweats until I’m eye level with his glorious dick.
I taunt him, licking around his head and under his shaft, never touching his sensitive head. He grabs my hair and forces my mouth all the way down on him. I groan around his want for me and begin to suck. I use my teeth and then glide for a few strokes. He bucks up into my mouth, approving of my actions.
“Not going to cut it, sweet cheeks.” He pulls me off his dick and whirls me around, pressing me up against a table. His hand snakes up my skirt until he’s petting my wet panties.
“So wet, baby.”
He yanks them down with no apology and lets the head of his dick bob at my entrance. I lose control like I always do around him, letting my ass push back on him until his dick inches inside of me. I moan and forget all about the dinner burning in the oven.
“How do you want it?” His fingers dig into my hips.
“I just want you, Rhett, all of you.”
He needs no further coaxing to push into me hard and fast. He wraps a hand around my front and begins stroking my clit. He has me wrapped into a messy bundle of an impending orgasm in a matter of seconds.
“I’m going. Oh God, Rhett. Yes. Yes.” I scream, clawing at the top of the table.
“Good Girl. Now hold on.” He picks up his pace, slamming into me, sending the aftershocks of my release into a new orgasm. When he growls and his dick pulses inside of me, I let go again with him.
I collapse forward on the table and feel his limp body follow.
“I told you those tits could take down a small country.”
I manage to squish out a smile against the smooth wood of the table.
“Just trying to help my man think clearer.”
“Job well done.” He rises up and slaps my ass.
“Oh shit.” I take off for the main part of the house, tripping over my skirt, and hobbling in my panties. “Meat loaf on fire. Meat loaf down.”
His loud laughter fills the air as I race into the kitchen. The timer is going off and athe slight smell of smoke begins filling the house. I scramble to find two hot pads and pull the smoking brick of meat from the oven.
“Shit.” I blew my bangs out of my eyes.
I just torched a family secret recipe and his favorite meal. I try to resurrect the meal by cutting off the burnt top. Mentally, I pat myself on the shoulder for the gorgeous green salad, and impossible to fuck up instant potatoes with bacon bits and cheese sprinkle on them.
Rhett waltzes in forty-five minutes later and doesn’t dare say a word about the torched meatloaf. He eats it like a champ and even compliments me. I know he’s full of shit, but I’m not one to argue with the man. I’m pretty sure he’d eat his left leg if desperate times called. The man does love to eat.
We shower together like a typical night and get distracted with our bodies melting together. I almost muster up the courage to be really honest with him and ask him to quit dancing, but I chicken out.
Our naked bodies lie together tangled in the sheets and in each other.
“It’s your turn tonight.” I kiss his temple and smile. I look forward to the moments before we drift off to slumber. It’s our time where we connect and truly become one, not holding anything back.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“I think it’s your turn and you want to show me some titty tricks.”
I swat his chest. “Go.”
“I shit my pants in Costco.”
I perch up on one elbow to study his face and when I realize he’s being serious, I slap a hand over my mouth to stop the laughter.
“Hey, it’s all shits and giggles until it’s you shitting yourself.”
“Rhett, stop.” I can’t hold it in any long, rolling over on my back, and belly laugh until it hurts.
“I’m serious. Zane and I were bored and just out of high school, so we cruised Costco gorging on the samples.”
“Enough.” I gasp for air between my laughter.
“We were trying to pick up an older chick when it hit me. I told Rhett I’d be right back and only made it to an end display of white bear rugs.”
He smiles down at me because I’ve never laughed so hard.
“This is real shit.”
“Stop.” I slap his shoulder.
“No, for real. I stopped and clutched my butt cheeks together like there was no tomorrow. I’m pretty sure it was the first time I ever prayed while stroking that bear rug.” He traces my jawline with his finger. “I thought I gained control, but just a few feet away from the entrance to the bathroom all shit broke loose.”
It takes me several moments to regain exposure. He’s being honest, and I can’t fucking control my raging laughter. I steady out my breathing and clutch my abdomen. It feels like I just did one hundred crunches.
“What did you do?”
“I tried washing them out in the sink but when an eighty-year-old man walked in and whipped out his pecker, I tossed the fuckers in the trash can. The bastard had better bowel control than me. That was embarrassing.”
And my laughter attack strikes again with the vision of my hot Rhett washing his undies out in the sink.
“Please, please never tell anyone else that story, you’ll lose all your street cred.” I place both of my palms on his shoulders.
“I’m not done sharing.”
“Good lord.” I laugh out.
“No shit,” he cracks. And we both lose it.
“I’ve only had one other butthole gripping experience.”
“It’s because you eat way too much.”
“I like food and need fuel to fuck you.”
“Hopeless romantic you are, Rhett.” I reach up and kiss the tip of his nose. “Go on.”
“It was at work a year ago.”
“Oh my god, did I know you then?”
“It would be close.” He kisses me. “It was the Costco scene all over again. I had to go and had to go right then. Nothing was stopping it.”
He has me rolling again and it’s from the seriousness in his voice.
“I spotted a wheelbarrow and jumped from the dump truck racing over to it determined to make it.”
“A wheelbarrow? Was anyone around?”
“I was more worried about not shitting my chaps, so I didn’t notice. I had my jeans down and my ass centered over that bitch before I shit myself. I was fist pumping the air in a victorious glorious celebration, when I heard Zane announce to the crew about my bare ass over the wheelbarrow.” He sticks out a pouty lip.
“But you made it?”
“Yep, one for one, but the shit jokes never ended and still pop up.”
“That’s the shits, babe.” I bust up, with tears of laughter streaming down my face.
“You won’t be laughing when it hits you.”
God, I love this man more than I ever thought I could. When we laugh and enjoy life in these moments I feel free from life.
13
Darby
The weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. Rhett’s the only person I’ve opened up to about my past. It holds me back in every step of this relationship and by sharing it with him it feels like I’ve been released from a prison that’s been holding me hostage.
I loved Rhett before, but now knowing I let go of all the pain
that was holding me back from fully letting myself fall for the charismatic, charming, hot asshole, I now more than love him. There’s not one word on this planet Earth that can even begin to describe the feeling.
He consumes all of my thoughts daily and nightly. It’s his face that I always want to see before slumber overtakes me and that same face I desire to wake to every single morning for the rest of my mornings. Although, I’d prefer his toothy grin hovering above me while passionately making love to me as my alarm clock and that’s how our mornings start without question.
I fiddle with the buttons on my very tight, white button up shirt. They’d talked about this night at the club forever. I missed it last year, but I’m here this time. It’s ladies’ night at Blue Iron and by ladies’ night I mean it’s more of a men’s’ night. It’s the only night of the year that the women take to the stage.
Ross brings in an out of town crew to take to the stage. It took a lot of convincing to allow him to let me up there, but I finally won. It was a difficult battle because I couldn’t play all my cards. If Ross knew the sole purpose behind my performance tonight he would’ve banned me from the club.
Each time I’ve watched Rhett dance since we’ve made it official, it stings. Shards of thick glass flow down my throat as I watch him entertain the ladies in the club, even though during each performance he does something special for me. I get it that he loves dancing and it’s a part of him, but it’s something I can’t digest no matter how hard I try to.
A healthy dose of his own medicine should do the trick. I smooth down the plaid, pleated and very short skirt, and try to talk down my nerves. I don’t get nervous or scared; fuck, the Darby the world knows thinks she’s one bad mothertrucker. However, tonight I’m anything but that. I’m facing more than one fear.
“You gonna puke?”
I look up to a busty blonde who’s topless and roaming around the dressing room in a lime green thong. I sure in the fuck hope my performance is before hers because I’d stab Rhett in the balls for watching her dance. It’s like her entire body was made to entertain the stage from her hair, long legs, and dazzling smile.