by Marie Jermy
His eyes drifted shut, and for a minute there was just the sound of their combined breathing. Then with a loud moan, he reopened his eyes and curved his lips into a tender smile. “Mmm, that’s nice. Do you moonlight as a masseuse?”
She returned his smile. “That obvious, is it?” His gaze was hypnotic, and she could bask in the sky-blue depths for an eternity. “Mark Raven. What’s the story?”
He exhaled a long, deep breath. “He was my best friend.”
“Until he attacked Samantha?”
“Oh, no, we’d fallen out long before that.” He scrabbled about for the washcloth and, once found, he squeezed the water out and applied it to her shoulders, dabbing at the bubbles that lingered on her wet skin. “Like I said, Mark and I were best friends. Practically glued at the hip from the day we were born. But he was—is—a homophobic dick. Our friendship ended ’bout a year ago when he wouldn’t shut up about a good friend of mine, Tommy Lucas. Tommy’s gay, you see, and an endless source of amusement and snide remarks for Mark.”
Matt tucked an errant twist of Darcy’s hair behind her ear. “Tommy’s in Basra at the minute. He’s a UN peacekeeper. On his last day in town, Mark and I got into a fight. He accused me of being gay. I snapped and punched his lights out.” A glimmer of a smile surfaced. “It wasn’t all one-sided. He gave me two black eyes and a busted lip. I couldn’t kiss for at least two weeks.”
She didn’t mean to, but a peal of giggles escaped. “I’m sorry,” she choked, still laughing.
“So you should be.” He gave her a stern look, which was spoilt by the grin lifting the corners of his mouth. “My kisses are always in great demand. I have women lining the streets of Silver Creek just for a peck.”
Darcy rolled her eyes. “My, what a big ego you have.”
“I’ve got something else that’s as equally as big.”
“Mmm, I had noticed.” And she had. His cock, which had been flaccid, now stood to attention, brushing her belly like an iron rod of fucking pleasure. Her pussy creamed. Not being able to resist, she reached between them and curled her hand around the rigid shaft, inciting a soft hiss from Matt. His eyes drifted shut again. His cock pulsed as she moved her palm up and down the satiny pole.
“You said this was wash time,” he murmured, his tone strained.
“It is. I’m just copping a feel.”
He smirked and reopened his eyes. “Funny. Darcy, you’re a real riot.”
“I try.” Swiping the washcloth from his hand, she moved from his lap and knelt between his parted thighs. She took a strong grip on his left arm and began to wash him, starting with his fingers and working the cloth up his biceps and shoulders, before dipping into his armpit.
“Hey! That tickles,” he exclaimed, trying to lower his arm, but she just held it higher. The action made her breasts jiggle, and it was Darcy who hissed when Matt inched his face forward and pulled one of her beaded nipples into his mouth. He cupped the rounded flesh of her tit with his free hand. “Sweet sin,” he moaned, roughly swirling his tongue over and around the distended bud.
Her resolve crumbled, and the cloth fell from her hand. Molten desire danced through her veins and, arching her back, she released her grip on his arm. He immediately pushed his hand between her legs and impaled her pussy on one long, thick finger. She moaned when one finger became two. He slowly plunged them deeper and bit down on her nipple to the point of pain. He then soothed the hard nub with flicks of his tongue. Her eyes closed as the familiar tightening of her pussy around his fingers signaled an impending orgasm.
Wash time was definitely forgotten. “Are you copping a feel?” she asked on another moan when he pressed his thumb to her clit.
“Fuck my fingers. I wanna see you coming in the palm of my hand.”
“Oh, Matt.” White lights flashed behind her closed eyes when she shoved herself down onto his meaty fingers right to the knuckles. She felt his fingers curl and rub the front wall of her throbbing pussy. And then she screamed when, without warning, a powerful orgasm tore through her, making it difficult to breathe. She sagged against him, still impaled on his fingers. “Oh. My. Fucking. God.”
“Again?”
“Again?” she squeaked.
“Mmm.” He traced a finger down her spine. “You’re beautiful. Even more so when you come.”
Darcy lifted her head. Matt was sporting the devil’s grin as he looked down upon her. Jeez, after that orgasm, she needed time to regroup. Like she said there was plenty of time for fucking later. Still, never a mean bone in her body, she could give him a blow job. Her breathing evened and she slid up and off his fingers. She picked up the washcloth. “Wash time.”
Taking hold of and raising his right arm, she repeated how she’d washed the left one, including dipping into his armpit. But this time, she made sure her tits were well out of reach. He mumbled a complaint and then sucked in his breath when she flicked the tip of her finger over one of his nipples. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” he groaned when she flicked his other nipple.
“They’re so cute.” She smiled at his exaggerated peeved expression. “Stand up. And try not to poke my eye out.”
He chuckled and then slowly, slowly rose to his feet. Rivulets of water and bubbles ran down his thighs, matting his dark leg hair, but she was more focused on what protruded from the dense, sodden bush of black pubes. She felt her eyes go wide. His cock was massive and his heavy balls were drawn up tight, as though he was ready to shoot his load. In fact, a drop of creamy moisture that definitely wasn’t bubbles glistened at the slit. She peered up at him from under her lashes.
“Nothing cute about that, sweetheart.”
“No, definitely not,” she agreed, licking her lips. She shuffled closer. “Feed me your cock, Matt. Let my mouth wash you.”
A wild groan erupted from his throat when she palmed his cock with both hands and positioned his prick head at her wide open mouth. She stole a moment for her tongue to dart out and taste his seed. A moan of appreciation fell from her lips. Mmm, earthy and exotic. His hands went to cradle her head before he jerked his hips forward and planted his hard cock down her throat.
She resisted the gag reflex and feasted on his cock like a starving woman, the excitement of hearing Matt’s loud moans of pleasure making her suck harder and longer. Unblinking, she stared up at him. Her heart tripped a beat at the emotions raging within his eyes. His cheeks were flushed and his jaw set so hard, she thought his teeth might break.
Darcy moved her hands to cup his ass then, digging her nails into the muscled flesh. His hip action grew frantic, and his cock seemed to swell in her mouth. He was very close. She could tell with the way his moans grew louder and faster. One finger played with his crack and then she rimmed his asshole. But she didn’t enter. Oh, no, she was saving that for later.
His hands tightened in her hair. “I’m coming. Fuck, I’m gonna shoot!”
No sooner had Matt said the words than thick wads of cum jetted down her throat and pooled hot in her belly. She swallowed quickly to keep up with the never-ending stream. Finally, though, he pulled free, and the last remaining drops joined the bubbles in the bath. He plunked down as if his legs couldn’t hold him, sloshing water over the sides and onto the floor. A frown wrinkled Darcy’s brow.
Matt waved a carefree hand. “I’ll clean up,” he wheezed. His breathing returning to normal, he caught her hand and gently tugged until she sat in his lap again, her thighs on either side of his. His arms went around her waist as she circled hers around his neck. His smile was tender and understanding as they rubbed noses. “I know why you didn’t want to fuck in the bath, Darcy.”
“I hope you didn’t mind. Old habits die hard, I suppose.”
“Why would I mind? Dad always told me and Ross to pull our weight with the housework. I’ll bet you didn’t know that I’m a devil with the vacuum?”
Darcy laughed out loud. Matt, her cop, her hero, the man she loved with everything she had was also a do
mestic god. She gave him a saucy wink. “Are you hungry?”
“Starving.”
Chapter 10
Matt licked the last of the barbecue sauce from his fingers and dropped the rib bone onto the plate. He and Darcy had decided to order room service instead of eating in the Perkins Restaurant and Bakery on the hotel site. When he said he wanted twenty-four hours, he meant to have the time alone with Darcy, with no interruptions. He didn’t want to talk to anyone, see anyone. He only wanted Darcy’s company. Besides, he was in his boxers while Darcy didn’t have a stitch on.
He loved her hair. On occasion, he’d seen her try to tame its wildness, but he liked it how it fell about her beautiful face in a mass of unruly twists. Her pouting nipples and her gorgeous tits beckoned him from where she lounged in the chair opposite eating the last of her fries. On the low table between them a large cup of Coke was strategically placed, its straw as upright as his erect cock, but if he moved an inch to the left or right, her baby-butt smooth pussy would entice him further.
He took a long pull from the straw in his own cup of Coke, placed it back onto the table, and relaxed, happy to watch Darcy while she licked the salt from the fries off her fingers. She caught him observing her. With a slowness that sent heat rocketing through him, she slowly encircled her forefinger with her tongue.
“You witch. Wicked, wicked witch.”
Her dirty laugh stiffened his prick into a steel pole. He so wanted to drape her legs wide over the arms of the chair she sat in and fuck her until she begged for more, but he had some questions, and though it would probably kill the mood stone dead, he decided to press ahead. “Tell me about your parents.”
Her flirty expression developed some frost. “Tell me about yours,” she countered. “They’re so much nicer.”
Hmm, okay, time for him to take a leaf out of his father’s book and be subtle. He’d start with his own parents before asking Darcy again about hers. “They are, but you cross them and you’ll know about it.”
Darcy raised a questioning brow. “Forgive me, and this is not being nasty or anything, but I can sense that your mom has, shall we say, a volcanic temper?”
She paused when he nodded in agreement. “Yep, that would be a good description. Myself and my brother and sisters all inherited her hotheadedness. Ross and Sammy are the only ones, though, who remain calm enough to ask questions. With me and Mona it’s the other way around. Like Mom, we erupt and then ask questions.”
“Mmm. I certainly wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of your mom. I’m sure Chief Connors, at this very moment, is examining himself to see if his balls are still intact.” A frown creased her brow. “Your father, on the other hand, seems too friendly. He’s warm and compassionate. And he’s so well mannered.”
Matt grinned. “That he is. He’s just a bit more subtle than Mom. I guarantee Chief Connors lost his balls the moment Dad had a little polite word in his ear.” She laughed. Since Darcy appeared to have mellowed, he decided it was a good time to turn the subject onto her parents. “I know your mom and dad were lazy deadbeats, as you described them. But tell me more, please.”
Her expression hardened slightly and her words seemed forced. “My mom was South African. My dad was English. He was offered a job opportunity in Cape Town and so moved there, where he met my mom. They had me, and when I was almost a year old, Dad’s job was transferred to LA. We went with him and soon after we became American citizens.”
That was short and to the point, and Matt wouldn’t have it any other way. “And Forrester? What about him?” Her demeanor instantly closed down, her face turning decidedly icy. She didn’t like talking about her parents or Forrester. He got that. But he was serious about her. He wanted to know. “Darcy, sweetheart, Forrester can’t hurt you now. He’s dead. Your parents are dead. They can’t hurt you. Nobody will hurt you. I’ll make damned sure of that.”
Her small smile had frost around its fringes. “Kurt is my past.”
“I know, sweetheart. But your past is part of you. It’s what makes you, shapes you into the smart, beautiful woman who’s sitting before me now.” He dragged a hand through his hair and laid it on the line. “Being a cop, I could just type in Forrester’s name in the police database and find out what I want to know that way.” As he expected, her eyes narrowed. “But I haven’t,” he assured her. “I wouldn’t do that. I’m not about to break your trust in me. I may act like an ass at times, but I’m not a prick. I want you to tell me. And once you do, it’ll never be mentioned again. Ever.” Seeing her frost was thawing, he tagged on, “I’ll be more than satisfied with the very short story.”
She visibly sagged in the chair. His heart squeezed in his chest. She needed reassuring and support as much as she had given him. Matt rose from his seat and rounded the table. He gently lifted Darcy up into his arms, settled his butt into the space she’d vacated and held her tightly against him. He ignored the enticing wiggle of her ass in his lap as she snuggled nearer. She rested her head on his chest, her Afro twists tickling his chin. He smoothed a hand down her gorgeous, satiny smooth back and waited.
“I met Kurt when he pulled me over for speeding.”
“In LA?”
She gave a perceptible nod. “I was meeting Danny at UCLA and was running late. We were attending a conference about engineering and the environment that Danny thought sounded interesting.”
She gave his chest the barest of kisses. He would have thought he’d imagined it if it weren’t for the fact he could feel her breath fanning his skin.
“Kurt gave me a ticket and then asked for a date. He was so cocky and funny that I said yes. He soon turned. The scar under my right tit? It happened during one of our many arguments. He stabbed me with a kitchen knife.”
A spark of heat that had nothing to do with hot fucking ignited in Matt’s gut. “What was the argument about?” he asked quietly.
“I’d cooked him a meal, and he hadn’t liked how it’d tasted.” Darcy lifted her head, her expression so sad that the air stilled in his lungs. What else had the bastard done to her? “Another time, he…he…he beat me so badly doctors had to remove my coil. They’re still not sure if I’ll be able to have kids.”
Matt closed his eyes and blew out deep, even breaths to calm down. Inwardly, he seethed. If Forrester weren’t already dead, Matt would fucking kill the bastard again. Stick him with a knife and see how he liked it. Kick him in the balls and fuck with his fertility.
“You’re angry,” she said, stating the obvious.
He might as well tell her how he felt. Honesty was the best policy, after all. “Yes, I am. I’m that angry, I could spit bricks. But not at you, Darcy.” He pushed a wayward twist of hair behind her ear. “Yes, I’ve got a hot temper, and yes, I’ve got brass balls, but I’d never use my fists on a woman. Before me and Ross could even walk or talk, Dad taught us to respect women. His manners were instilled in us from the day we were born, probably from the moment we were conceived.”
Even as Matt spoke, he could feel his anger dissipating. Blowing like Krakatau was not his priority, supporting and comforting Darcy was. From now on, he vowed to always put her needs first. “If Dad thought I would harm you, or any other woman for that matter, he’d tell me to fuck off and disown me. It would be the same with Ross if he ever disrespected Jessica.” He cleared his throat. “But Forrester? If he weren’t dead, I’d kill him again. Give him a hard lesson in pain he’d never forget.”
She sighed. “I think he got that in jail. Obviously being a cop didn’t sit too well with the other inmates. I think that’s why he tried so hard to convince the parole board he’d changed in order to gain his freedom. But I knew he hadn’t changed. Just before he was arrested, he told me that I’d never be free of him and that I’d best buy a gun.” She shrugged, her expression solemn. “I went out and bought two.”
Matt couldn’t have stopped the grin or the ensuing chuckle even if his life had depended on it. And in that instant, his anger sunk without trace. “
Sorry, it was just the way you said that.”
Her returning smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I don’t want to say any more.”
“And I don’t want to hear it. That’s it. The End.” The heat radiating from her pussy then registered in his brain. His cock sat up to attention between her butt cheeks. In a blink of an eye, her expression went from cool and grim to hot and teasing. He knew exactly what she wanted him to do. Desire swirled in his gut and filled his balls with thick, glutinous seed. He still needed to ask. “You want me to plug your ass with my cock, don’t you?”
Her tone was breathy with want. “Yes. Fuck it real hard.”
“You should know that I haven’t done anything like that before to a woman.”
“The experience is real nice. You’ll enjoy it.”
“Mmm, I think I will.” He lightly pressed his mouth to hers, lingering a moment to nibble on her lower lip. Her mouth opened, giving him access, and his tongue plundered at will. Darcy kissed him back just as hard and swallowed his leaked groan when she plucked his nipples. He loved nipple play as much as she did.
Heat slammed into him when a dribble of wetness dropped onto his thigh. He moved a hand down between her legs. Her pussy was creaming. He rammed two fingers in deep and fucked her. The sweet sound of her loud gasps and the sensation of her cum flowing freely around his fingers made his cock swell to gigantic proportions. He had to drink her.
“Darcy, can you put your legs over the chair arms and sit on my face? I wanna fuck you with my mouth. Gotta taste you.”
“Oh, Matt. Yes!”
Matt slouched down in the seat while Darcy quickly and efficiently moved above him, her knees resting and spread to shoulder width apart by the cushioned armrests. She held on to the back of the chair, probably in readiness for the delicious assault he was about to wreak on her. Her creamy pussy yawned wide, the smell of her arousal making him light-headed. He speared his tongue into her entrance, swirling it around her walls, licking up her juice.