by R. S. Lively
But, what does it mean? It's not like we're together. We just stumbled into each other – literally – after ten years.
“We don't have to –”
She puts her finger to my lips, cutting me off, and shakes her head. “I want to,” she says, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I have no idea why, but I want to.”
I don't understand it either, but fuck it. I'm just going to go with it. I'm never one to turn down sex with a beautiful woman. I'm a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them.
Getting up to my knees, I pull Darby up to hers as well. I press my mouth to hers, our kiss growing more urgent. Hotter. Filled with more passion. I unbutton her pants and slide my hand down inside. She gasps when my fingertips brush against the warm, wet center of her.
“Oh, God,” she gasps when my fingers find her clit.
I look around quickly, making sure we're not being observed. We're sitting in front of a large air conditioning unit, so I don't think anybody can see us. Not unless they're really looking and get creative. I should probably just take her back to my place, but we're already in the middle of it and I really don't want to stop and pull back right now.
I rub her clit as I kiss her neck, drawing soft murmurs of pleasure from her. Darby digs her nails into my shoulders as I plunge my fingers deep into her. She moans as I start to pump my fingers into her harder and faster.
“Yes, Carter,” she whispers. “God, yes.”
I bang her harder and she kisses me, her tongue as frenzied as her heart. In and out, my fingers go, driving her closer and closer to the brink. I quickly slip my fingers out of her and then take my hand out of her pants, drawing an unhappy pout from Darby. I quickly push her pants down and she gets the idea, taking her shoes and pants off for me. Pushing her down onto her back, I part her thighs and then lay down, burying my face into her pussy.
I run my tongue around her wet, swollen lips and feel her body shudder. She moans and calls my name softly as I plunge my tongue into her, savoring the taste of her. I slip a finger inside of her as I take her clit into my mouth, sucking hard on it. Darby writhes beneath me, a choked gasp exploding from her mouth. Her hands are in my hair, pulling on it, then pushing my face down deeper into her.
“Jesus, Carter,” she moans softly. “That feels so good.”
I slip a second finger in and drive them into her hard and fast as I suck on her clit. Darby's body tenses and she starts to shake. Her cries start to grow louder and as I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, she calls out my name so loud, I'm half afraid they'll be able to hear her in the Bronx.
She has both hands in my hair, pulling it hard enough to make me wince. Her thighs clamp tight around my head and her body is spasming hard as she comes for me. Slowly, her shaking eases and her breathing returns to normal. She looks down at me and I can see the fires of desire burning in her eyes.
“Come here,” she says.
I slide up her body, my mouth still slick with her juices as she kisses me. There's so much heat and passion in her kiss, it almost takes my breath away. Pulling back, I give her a smile. I get to my feet and unbutton my pants as she reaches for me. Darby yanks my pants and boxers down to my thighs and leans forward, grabbing the base of my hard cock in her hand and taking the rest of it into her mouth.
I guess I was expecting her to be hesitant, being that she's just eighteen. But, she starts sucking my cock with some real gusto. She works her hand up and down my hard shaft as she tightens her lips around me and sucks hard. My body shudders and I can tell this isn't the first blow job she's given.
Watching Darby down on her knees, her curly red hair flying as she bobs up and down on my stiff prick is amazing. But, when she turns those emerald eyes up to me, her gaze as penetrating and direct as it's ever been, I almost lose it and blow my load in her mouth right then and there. I manage to pull it back, but just barely.
She pulls my dick out of her mouth, but continues jerking me off as she stares up at me, a small smile curling the corners of those full lips.
“Do you like that,” she asks.
“Fuck yes, I do.”
I grab a handful of her hair and slide my dick back into her mouth and she goes back to work, her hand and mouth sliding up and down my cock in perfect time with each other. She picks up the rhythm, sucking and stroking me faster as a moan passes my lips. I feel the pressure building up low within me. I don't want to finish in her mouth right now. I need to be inside of her.
“Wait a second,” I say. “Slow down.”
She stops blowing me and looks up, that salacious smile on her lips.
“Christ,” I say. “Where'd you learn to suck a cock like that?”
She shrugs. “A girl has to keep some secrets and mystery about her.”
I shake my head and smile at her. Slipping my shoes and pants the rest of the way. Fishing a rubber out of my pocket, I drop my pants on the blanket and hand her the condom.
“Put this on me,” I say.
Never taking her eyes off me, Darby tears open the package and slips the condom out. Placing it over the tip of my cock, she lets her hand slide down the length of my prick, unrolling the rubber as she goes.
“How do you want me?” she asks, a seductive gleam in her eye.
“You sure you're eighteen?” I ask. “And not thirty-five?”
I see a little color flare in her cheeks. “I like to watch porn and I masturbate a lot.”
“Come on now,” I say. “I'm sure the boys in your school are lined up around the block for a shot with a girl like you.”
“I'm not interested in most of the boys in my school,” she says. “I mean, I've had a few boyfriends, but they can never hold my interest. Most of them just want to have sex and can't hold a conversation.”
“Well, let's finish this conversation after I fuck your brains out,” I say.
“Deal,” she says and lets out a throaty little laugh.
I push her down onto her back and she parts her thighs for me as I settle down over her. She wraps her legs around my waist as I brace myself on my arms above her. I lean down and kiss her mouth. Our kiss is full of fire and passion – filled with unexpected, but obviously very mutual desire for each other.
Darby cries out, digging her nails into my shoulders as I thrust my hips, my stiff cock piercing her molten hot core. I drive my dick deep into her sheathing myself fully inside of her, and relish how warm and tight she is. Her eyes are wide, and she lets out a small gasp.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods, but doesn't say anything. Her cheeks are flushed, and she looks like she's in pain.
“If you need to stop –”
She shakes her head. “N - no,” she stammers. “Keep going. Please, keep going.”
I pump my hips, driving myself into her even deeper and Darby cries out, digging her nails so hard into my shoulders, I suck in a sharp breath. She looks at me, biting her bottom lip as the sudden rush of pain she'd inflicted on me blends with the pleasure I feel being inside of her, making the sensations all feel totally electric.
I slide myself into her slowly at first, Darby wincing with my every movement, her body tight and rigid. But, soon enough, she starts to loosen up, that pained look on her face melts away, and is replaced by one of pure rapture. She squeezes me with her thighs, her body rising up to meet my thrusts as she encourages me on.
“Yes, Carter,” she moans. “Oh, God yes.”
Picking up the pace, I start to pump my cock into her harder and faster, the sound of our skin slapping together mixes with our moans and cries, echoing across the rooftop and into the night air. I fuck her harder and faster, Darby's body responding to my every movement. Her breathing is growing ragged and she has an almost dazed look in her eye as her body tenses up.
“You're going to make me come again, Carter,” she gasps.
“Come for me, baby,” I say, slamming my dick into her hard to emphasize my statement. “Come all over my cock.”
And
that does it. She stutters and gasps as she writhes wildly beneath me. Digging her nails into my back and tightening her thighs around my waist, Darby cries out, calling my name, as her orgasm comes crashing down over her.
The muscles inside Darby tighten around my cock as I drive myself into her one final time. The pressure inside of me boils over and I let out a noise that's half moan, half animalistic snarl. My cock throbs and pulses inside of her as I blow my load, filling the condom inside of her with my hot, sticky seed.
“Fuck, Darby,” I gasp. “Fuck yes.”
I kiss her as we ride out the waves of pleasure together, reveling in the warm afterglow only good sex can give you. Eventually, my cock softens, and I slip it out of her, peel off the condom and toss it aside. I lay on my back and look up at the stars, Darby resting her head on my chest, tracing small circles on my chest with her fingertip.
“So, were you just looking for something different like your friend?” I tease her. “Slummin' with one of the bad boys in the Kitchen?”
She slaps me on the chest playfully and laughs. It's a high-pitched sound, like crystal wind chimes in a gentle breeze. It's a sound I could get used to hearing.
“No, it's not like that,” she says.
“Then what's it like?”
She shakes her head. “I honestly don't know,” she replies. “I mean, I'm not the kind of girl who just randomly hooks up with guys.”
“I didn't think you were,” I say. “Though, you obviously know your way around a dick.”
She slaps me again and I see the color flare in her cheeks. “You're not the first guy I've blown, no,” she says. “But, you're only the second guy I've ever been with. And believe me when I say, he was nowhere near as good as you.”
“Oh, I believe it,” I reply. “I'm pretty damn good in the sack.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “You're incorrigible.”
“Sorry, I don't know what that word means,” I say. “I'm just a poor, uneducated boy from a downtrodden neighborhood.”
“Right,” she says. “You may be able to fool other people, but I've seen behind the curtain.”
“Yeah, well, in this neighborhood, you get by on your reputation most of the time,” I say. “This place will eat you alive if you show weakness.”
“Sounds like it's still all smoke and mirrors with you,” she says, her voice dreamy.
As she speaks the words, I realize – maybe for the first time – that I never really left the home. I'm the same kid I was back then – getting by on my reputation. Not that I can't stand up for myself. I've had to a few times, but once you throw a bad beatdown on some punk who thinks they're tough, word gets around and it's not long before people give you a wide berth. I have a reputation as a badass, though I don't personally know that I completely deserve it.
But, just like it was back at the home, at least people leave me alone.
“Yeah, maybe it is,” I say and then look at my watch. “I should probably get you home.”
Darby sits up and there's an earnest look on her face. “This wasn't what you think it is,” she says. “I love Jade, but I'm not like her. I didn't sleep with you just because –”
I cut her off with a gentle kiss. Pulling back, I stare into those sparkling emerald eyes. “I know,” I say. “I know you're not. I just don't know how we're going to co-exist in each other's worlds.”
“I don't know either,” she says. “But, I'd at least like to try.”
I won't deny that I'm intrigued about the possibility of spending more time with Darby.
~ooo000ooo~
For the last couple of weeks, Darby and I have spent as much time together as possible. Which, hasn't been much, given her schedule and my need to keep studying for my certification tests and working for Pops.
But, the times we've been together have been – nice. More than nice, really. I've actually enjoyed them a lot. She's great to talk to and just be around. She's made a point of taking me to art galleries and has helped open my eyes to things I never really noticed before. She sees the world in a much different way than I do, and if I'm being honest, it's refreshing. As trite as that sounds.
We're keeping our – whatever this is – on the downlow. For obvious reasons. I doubt her aunt and uncle would approve of me – especially given our age difference. Darby is eighteen – a woman in the eyes of the law. But, I'm twenty-four, and no doubt, stuffy, snooty people like her aunt and uncle, would consider me a child predator or some shit like that.
And as sure I am that her aunt and uncle would disapprove of me, I'm more than certain her brother would doubly disapprove. Everything she's told me about him just screams elitist snob. Somebody who looks down their noses at guys like me.
But, that's fine. I'm not gonna sweat it. Darby's the only thing that matters to me.
Leaning back in my chair, I rub my eyes. I feel a headache coming on from spending the evening reading all these papers and books for my certification tests. I love reading, but not this kind of stuff. But, they won't give me a license without knowing this garbage.
Trading – like setting lines and picking winners – is totally instinctive for me. I go over all the data, sure. Soak it all in like a sponge. But, when it comes down to it, I'm relying on my gut to accentuate all that absorbed data. And I'm right, far more often than I'm wrong.
But, that's not going to get me a license. I need to be familiar with the rules and laws and all this shit. It's boring and it's tedious, but if I want a career in money, I have to learn it. Plus, if I slack off, I know that Pops will kick my ass.
I stand up and head for the kitchen, needing another cup of coffee. My apartment is tiny. Apartment is probably too generous a description for it. It's a studio with a tiny little nook that serves as a kitchen, a sink with shitty water pressure, and a stove that only works half the time. The rest is one room. My bed is pressed up against the wall under the windows, I've got room for a dresser on the wall next to my bed, and that's where I've got my TV sitting, and a small, round table sitting across from the windows that serves as my place to eat, and also to study.
The place is so small, I can almost fall out of bed and land on my table. No room for a couch or any other amenities, really. I have a few pictures hanging on the walls – my effort to make the place feel a little more like home. But, the walls are cracked, the paint is dingy from years of wear, and the windows overlook an alley that treats me to the nightly stench of decaying food.
Every night, I'm serenaded by the sound of police sirens, drunks arguing on the street, or bums digging through the trash, yelling at the dumpsters and walls around them.
I stand at the windows, looking down at the alley as I sip my coffee. The stench coming from the dumpsters is especially ripe tonight and as much as I'd like to close the windows and light a candle just to breathe a little cleaner air, it's too warm for that. I see an older woman, filthy and dressed in fifty layers of clothing, digging through a trash can. She apparently finds a tasty little nugget, because she pops it into her mouth and chews away happily.
I frown and turn away from the window, looking around at my small, cramped, dirty apartment. This is not the life I want. I want so much more than this. I want a place with a view. A place where the paint isn't peeling and cracked.
Superficial shit, yeah. But, because of Pops' urging and insane belief in me, I've started to want more out of my life. So much more.
I set my coffee mug down on the table and am about to sit down when there's a loud, firm knock on the door. I glance at my watch and see that it's almost eleven – which means, it's probably not Darby dropping by unexpectedly. Unless she managed to sneak out of her place for a little late-night fun.
With a spring in my step and a stirring in my groin, I move to the door and open it – only to find a man standing there. He's about my age, has dark hair, a trim but strong frame, and is dressed in nice, dark slacks, loafers, and a blue button-down shirt with a dark patterned tie, and has his sleeves rolled up.<
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It's his eyes though, that tell me who he is. They're the same color as Darby's, but his don't sparkle the way hers do. His are somehow duller, less vivid, and less full of life.
“Mason White,” I say.
“Carter,” he says and nods, his voice cold and unemotional.
Curious about what's made him darken my doorstep – though, already having an idea – I hold the door open and let him in. Mason steps through the doorway and looks around, an expression of obvious distaste upon his face. He very clearly does not like having to sully his shoes with the dirt of a place like Hell's Kitchen.
He turns to me as I close the door and lean against it, folding my arms over my chest.
“What brings you by, Mason?” I ask. “Taking a nostalgic little stroll down memory lane?”
“Hardly,” he says, his eyes falling on me, that look of disdain not leaving his face. “I'm actually here about Darby.”
“Your sister, Darby?” I ask. “How is she doing?”
He looks at me evenly, his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. “Don't bullshit me, Carter,” he growls. “I know you two have been seeing each other.”
I shrug. “And who told you that?”
“Doesn't matter,” he says. “I'm here to tell you that you and she are done. You're not to see her again.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Wow,” I say. “So, you're her keeper now, are you?”
“I'm her brother,” he says. “And she's a child.”
“She's eighteen years old,” I reply. “Old enough to make her own decisions.”
Mason's face darkens as he stares at me. “She's naïve,” he says. “She's got a soft heart and is easily conned by snakes like you.”
I feel my eyes widen and my mouth falls open. “Wow, Mason,” I say. “You've got some balls on you, man. Some serious balls.”
“Darby doesn't know what's best for her,” he says.
“And you do?”
“Far more than she does, yes,” he replies. “She's just too young and naïve to understand that. She has a bright future ahead of her and shouldn't be saddled with somebody – well, somebody like you, quite frankly.”