“That’s true,” I agree with him.
“Plus, then I get to put your ringtone as ‘I’m Hot for Teacher’, so that’s an added benefit for me,” he says with a laugh.
Chapter Sixty-Nine
So far, hanging out with Darrel has been nice. After I went over my lesson plan with him, I cleaned up, and then he Googled something to make with the contents of my fridge. It turned out to be a pretty good pasta dish, and we sat together watching a new movie on Prime.
He let me choose the movie, and even though I had a lot to choose from, I chose something that I thought that he would enjoy. I passed out within twenty minutes of pressing play.
I could feel Darrel lift me and move while he walks to the bedroom. He angles his body to maneuver through the doorway, placing me gently on my bed. I roll over immediately into my pillow and feel a blanket covering me. I hear him walk out of the bedroom, and then moments later my bed dips, and I feel his arm drape across my waist. He leans in, kisses my forehead, and settles into his side of the bed.
Somewhere in the middle of the night I wake up. My body is wrapped around a human heater in the center of the bed. My blankets are at the foot of the bed, and my pillow is missing. Darrel’s arms are wrapped around me, holding me close to him, and tighten when I move a little. I need to get up and grab some water, but I don’t want to completely disturb him.
How we got in that position confuses me, but I make it out of the bed without him fully waking. He moves to his back, and he’s not wearing a shirt. My eyes zero in on the pretty impressive bulge in his boxer briefs. I’m unsure how long I stood at the foot of my bed staring at him, but his gravelly voice startles me.
“You standing at the foot of the bed staring at me is pretty creepy, doll.” He gets out before I dash down the hall to the kitchen. I hear him chuckle and move around as I return to the bedroom with a glass of water. I set it on my bedside table and pull out the drawer that holds my bedtime shirts. I quickly change and slide back into bed. Darrel is still on his back and with his arm closest to me, he pulls at me and we recreate one of our cuddle positions.
“I’m sorry that I passed out on you,” I say against his chest.
“I fell asleep towards the end as well. What time is it? You realize that you don’t have any clocks in your apartment? How the hell do you ever know what time it is?” he mumbles.
“I have a cell phone for that and a clock on my microwave,” I say against his bare chest.
“If I’m going to hang out over here on a regular basis, I’m going to need me a clock. I have to know what time it is if I wake up,” he offers.
“Well, aren’t we a little prima-donna?” I tease him.
“No, just peculiar.” His hand moves up and down from my shoulder to my elbow slowly as my hand traces his belly button, enjoying the ripples of his abs and the slight brush of hair that trails from his belly down.
“If you continue along the path you’re going, doll, I’m just going to say that you’re starting something that we maybe want to wait on,” he says gruffly. My eyes look down at where the tips of my fingers brush, and I note the sizable tent in his briefs.
I turn my body and look at him. “What if… what if I don’t want to wait?” I ask.
“Fuck, I don’t know if I would be able to control myself. I would rather take my time with you,” he groans.
“We have all weekend to take our time, what if we got what we want out of the way first and focus on the other stuff later?”
“Doll, I don’t want the first time that I bed you to be a fast fuck,” he says.
“What if that’s exactly what I want right now?”
“Really?”
“Darrel, I’ve wanted you to take me since the first time you came over. It was torture with my ass against you, to not move and make you hard.”
“Oh, doll, I was hard,” he says arrogantly.
“Oh, I know. I meant, harder.” I smile wickedly as I lean down and take his mouth. His hand reaches up as he threads his fingers through the short hair at my neckline and moves so I am sitting on top of him.
Fuck that was hot! I think as I lightly press myself along the hard ridge of his dick as he groans into the kiss.
His hands move down the length of my back to grasp the globes of my ass and squeezes, He releases them lands a smack across. The sound echoes through my bedroom, pinging off the bare walls, turning me on even more.
“Are you sure this is what you want to do right now?” he asks, guiding my hips as I rub against him.
I nod my head and bite my bottom lip while leaning down to cover his mouth with mine.
“Fuck. I can feel how wet you are,” he says against my lips.
I don’t respond as I’m on the verge of an orgasm. I move my hips faster against him, grinding harder against his length and kissing him with pure abandon.
He lifts me right when I'm about to go off and a frustrated groan escapes my throat as he switches positions to hover over me. He’s breathing heavy as he runs his nose along my cheek and his lips meet my ear lobe.
“I want to take your panties off now,” he whispers.
“Okay,” I say quietly, while nodding in agreement. I want it too.
His large hands pull at the sides of my underwear and he tugs them down. He leans up on the bed, pulling the fabric from the bottom of my feet, and removes his own briefs.
For the first time, I’m seeing him fully naked.
And I’m impressed.
Chapter Seventy
Being impressed is not really the way I would describe what I see when Darrel is sitting in between my legs while stroking himself.
His dick is perfect. Dicks in nature are ugly as fuck. But there’s something about his, it’s almost smiling. The cleft is smiling at me as he strokes himself from root to tip and practically tells me that it’s coming for me. That this dick is going to do wonders for me in all ways possible.
I lick my lips and watch the amount of pressure that Darrel adds to his shaft, and when our eyes meet, I see the fire burning and the desire that he has to get lost in me.
He leans down and our lips meet. He kisses me, his hands running along my thighs and up towards my pussy. His fingertips lightly dip into me and then retreat.
“So wet,” he murmurs against my lips, gently nipping at my bottom lip. “So very wet.” He moves his mouth from mine and trails kisses from my cheek to my ear. With his mouth to my ear and a heavy breath, he expels, “You’re perfect. Everything about you is perfect.”
I move my hips and a moment later his dick sinks into me. As he thrusts slowly, the feeling of him fitting inside me, as if we were made for one another, warms me. My fingers dig into his sides as he moves, thrusting slowly while nibbling lightly on my ear and then moving back to capture my lips with his.
This feels so amazing. It’s been so long that I’ve had sex, this feels incredible. Almost like there is nothing between us.
Wait… nothing between us.
Panic hits me suddenly, and I still my movements, causing Darrel to stop with a questioning look on his face.
“Are you okay?” he asks with a concerned tone.
“You aren’t wearing protection; we’ve gone bare,” I say in a hushed tone, my eyes wide.
Darrel pushes up on his hands and slips out of me. His dick is coated in my wetness, glistening from the light coming in through the cracks of my bedroom window. He runs his hand over his face and takes a deep breath.
“Fuck, I knew it felt too good. Shit, I’m so sorry. I’ve never, I would never… shit!” he expels.
I lean up on my elbows to get a better look at him.
“I have condoms. I have some in the bathroom.” I scramble up from underneath him, run into the bathroom, rummage through one of the drawers, find the unopened box of Magnums, and return to the bedroom. Darrel hasn’t moved from his position and sits there with his head in his hands.
“I’m so sorry, that’s like a huge ‘no,’ and I shouldn’t h
ave thought with my dick. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in months, and before that, I’ve always used condoms. I’m so sorry, Deb,” he says.
“It’s okay, I’m clean too. But I’m not on the pill,” I confess. “I haven’t renewed my prescription since my last relationship fell apart, but it’s okay. I have this brand-new box of condoms that we can use!” I try to impress cheer into my tone.
He looks at me and smiles. “I brought some as well.” He points to his bag at the end of the bed. “I’m sorry, I should have been more mindful.”
“Well, let’s slip one of those babies on you, and get this party started!” I wink at him.
“Um, what?”
“Is the mood killed?” I ask, nodding to his semi-erect dick.
“I mean, I’m pretty sure it won’t take me much to get riled up again. I seem to always have a hard-on where you’re concerned,” he replies with an awkward laugh.
I tear open the box of condoms then rip one from the strip, leaving the remaining ones on the night table. I hand him a condom, and he leans over me with a wicked grin.
“Take two,” he says, lowering his face to mine and taking my mouth. Our tongues tangle together as he fits perfectly between my legs again. He’s careful to keep his dick away from my center, but his hand roams my sides to around my front as he cups my breast, pulls at my nipple and flicks it.
A low moan comes from my lips at the movement, and my back arches as we forget about the small mix-up and get lost in one another.
“Put your fingers in me, please?” I beg of him.
He doesn’t skip a beat. His fingers graze my pussy again, and a moment later he inserts his finger, pumps, and then retreats.
“Very responsive,” he whispers, retreating and leaning back. He grabs the condom that lay beside his knee on the bed and rolls it onto his dick.
Once sheathed, he moves between my legs again. With one hand on himself, he guides his dick to my entrance, and again we’re joined.
My body lights up from the contact as he pushes in and out of me, picking up his tempo after a minute of languid thrusts. His head dips to kiss me as my hips meet him thrust for thrust from underneath. We both grunt with each push and pull of his dick. His lips skim the length of my neck as I turn my head and let out an animalistic groan of ecstasy.
He bucks into me, and I meet him each time. It’s not long before we’re moaning through our climax, and my body shivers from the touch of his. His hips slowly push into me as he milks the remainder of his orgasm, and then he stills, buried to the hilt. Our bodies are flush against one another as he kisses me with enough fire to light up the building.
“I don’t know how you do it,” he mumbles against my neck.
“Do what?” I ask, my hand drifting up and down his back.
“You’ve got me under a spell woman, and even though I just came, I think I could go again!” He leans up on his elbows and winks. “Are you ready?”
“Wait, already?” I ask.
“No, babe. I need to pull out and dispose of this condom.” He counts to three in a whisper, and then suddenly the wholeness that I felt prior is gone, and Darrel is moving through my apartment naked. He returns a moment later, his dick saluting as he walks to his side of the bed, and he climbs under the covers.
“I’m sorry about going bare,” he apologizes again.
“It’s okay, we both were swept up in the moment,” I reply.
“Well, I may have to permanently live with a condom strapped on around you.” He laughs.
Although he can’t see it, I’m rolling my eyes but happy about it.
Chapter Seventy-One
I wake up to a very welcome feeling.
Light licks against my clit alert me to the gentleman kneeling underneath the covers feasting on my pussy in the early morning hours.
I hear him lightly growl and then feel his tongue adding more pressure with a finger added to the mix, inserting inside me, then retreating.
My hands move under the blankets to the top of his head, threading through his thick locks as I widen my legs, allowing him more space, and he groans happily.
My hips move to the rhythm of his fingers as he flicks the tip of his tongue over and over again against my clit.
I mewl and tighten my hold on his hair as he hits the right amount of pressure. His lips suction around my pussy and his tongue rubs against my pleasure nub.
“This is the best way to wake up,” I confess to him.
He hums in agreement but doesn’t respond in any other way aside from continuing to pleasure me. A few moments later, he pulls away from me and begins to travel up my body, planting kisses in his wake. He stops at my breast and pulls my nipple into his mouth as his hand squeezes the other, then repeats the same on the other side.
Once he’s showed my chest enough attention, he continues to move up my body and kisses my lips.
“Morning breath.” I try to pull away.
“I taste like your pussy and right now it’s the best taste in the world,” he says kissing me again.
I taste myself on his lips, and wrap my arms around his neck as I pull him deeper into a kiss.
As we kiss, his hips move against mine, and soon his dick is at my entrance.
I stop moving and reach for the condom box I placed on the side table, but Darrel bats my hand away.
“But, a condom?” I ask.
“I’ve already got one on. I’m prepared this time.” He smiles as his dick inches inside my tight morning pussy.
“Such a Boy Scout,” I say with a breathy moan.
“Always be prepared,” he grunts as our bodies are joined.
After a delectable early morning fuck, Darrel and I get dressed side-by-side and then make our way to the diner on the main road. We’re seated at a table, place our orders with the teenage waitress who eyes Darrel up and down, forgetting that I’m in the booth, and that I used to babysit her.
“She’s nice, is everyone in this town nice?” he asks, lifting the mug of coffee to his lips.
“I mean, people have their mean moments, but it’s a small town, with small town charm.”
“Cool. I like Mercy.” He nods.
“I do too; I’ve never lived anywhere else,” I admit.
“Would you move away from Mercy?” he asks, leaning in.
“It would be a huge decision, but at this point in my life, I could honestly live anywhere. I would hate to leave the bar, but I would definitely up and leave if my teaching career took me somewhere else.”
“That’s honorable.” He nods.
“What about you, have you lived in Hollybrooke your entire life?”
“I have. My family is all in one place, and no one has branched off yet. But I could see myself living off the grid a little bit, as long as I could still have close access to civilization.”
“Mercy isn’t off the grid,” I laugh.
“Oh no, that’s not what I meant. Like, I could do the whole super roughing it thing. I wasn’t implying anything about Mercy being that small, I know you guys have Wi-Fi and shit.” He looks worried that I may have taken what he said negatively and back-pedals.
“Don’t freak out, we’re new as a baby calf. I’m not going to beg you to move to Mercy for me or anything. Like you said the other night, let’s just figure shit out as we go.”
“I wasn’t freaking out, for the record,” he says.
“Oh, I believe you.” I smirk, definitely not believing him.
Breakfast is served hot and is gone within minutes as we eat in silence. Underneath the table though, we play footsie and my bare foot may have landed in his lap a few times, playfully.
Upon paying the bill, we set out back on Main Street.
“So, the weather is nice, and we’re in a very small town. What is it that people do around here?” he asks as we walk hand in hand along the sidewalk.
“Normally, I would be stuck inside reading or working on school stuff. Or I would be at the bar. Some people go to the
swimming hole, and sometimes, we have block parties which end up being an entire town party. Time goes slow in Mercy, but not so slow that you count the minutes waiting for time to pass.”
“You mean, you guys all find value in the slow pace of life. Folks in Mercy are relaxed and not living their life strapped by time?”
“That’s right. It’s an easy way of life around there. We don’t have much trouble, but when we do, it’s everybody’s business. We have a couple town drunks, we have rowdy teens, and we have a good group of people that come and go.”
“So, for today, want to lounge around and do a whole lot of nothing?” he asks.
“Nope. Today, we’re going to head north and go to the beach,” I reply.
“How far is that?” he asks, stopping.
“Only about thirty minutes, there’s a cute little beach that’s off the side of the road that I like to take my victims to.” I smirk.
“Your victims, eh? Is that why you haven’t had a relationship, because you toss them to the sharks right away?” he jokes.
“Oh no, you found out my secret!” I play, pressing my hand to my chest and the other across my forehead.
“Nailed it!” He pulls my hand and we walk back to my house.
The beach is quiet and isolated. Darrel and I make out for half of the day and the other half we play in the water. If we would have thought ahead of time, we would have brought condoms, and no one would have known what we were doing. I mark that on my reminder list for the next time I bring him to this beach, but it is just nice to be close together and to enjoy the beginnings of our relationship.
Upon returning home later in the evening, we park his car outside my apartment, and we walk over to The Neighborhood for dinner and entertainment.
I walk into the bar first and notice Noah moving behind the bar. He waves as I enter, and does a double take when Darrel walks in directly behind me. Noah wipes his hands and calls me over. We walk over to the bar, take a seat on the barstools, and I feel Darrel go stiff beside me when Noah greets us.
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