Hard Sweat (Eye Candy Handyman #4)

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by Falon Stone

Now, what the hell am I going to do? I do the only thing I can. I store my duffel bag on the shelf above the toilet and head into the office like nothing happened and it’s just another day at the office.

  Darby’s typing away on her computer and Garrett’s staring at a piece of paper, ignoring me. I think everything’s normal. I buy into the fact that maybe Garrett’s head is so far up his ass that he doesn’t even realize that Darby and I spent the night together.

  But then he sets his paper down, turns to me, and asks, “How were the redheads?”

  I’m taken aback by the question and don’t answer right away. My eyes slide to Darby, and she’s staring at me from behind her computer screen. I don’t know how to answer the question. Do I lie and say they were amazing, or do I come right out with it and say that I never even got a taste because I was too busy banging the ever-loving fuck out of Darby? I’m really fucked either way.

  “They were amazing,” Darby says, answering for me when she sees I’m struggling.

  “Did they taste as good as they looked?” Garrett asks, finally turning his attention away from me.

  He has a smarmy grin on his face as he waits for details. I turn too, completely interested in what Darby’s going to say because there’s no way in hell that I’m going to speak up.

  “A girl never kisses and tells, Garrett. You know better than to ask,” she says to shut him down.

  “Fine. Chaz? You’re a pig like me, so I want the details.”

  “Well, they were…” I trail off just as Hunter walks through the door, saving me from having to answer the question.

  “Sorry I’m late. Cybill was up all night with the baby, and I wanted to give her a break. Where are we on the job in Palm Harbor?”

  I grab my phone and type out a message to Darby as Hunter and Garrett discuss the megamansion in Palm Harbor that, thankfully, I’m not working on.

  Me: We’re keeping us a secret, right?

  I don’t even know if we’re an us, but I can’t think of another way to put it without sounding crass.

  Darby: Yes.

  She answers my question, and I’m perfectly okay keeping everyone else in the dark. It’s none of their business who I’m fucking or if I’m an us. I wonder if it’s not us, but really only me, with beautiful Darby using me for my magical cock that she can’t see to get enough of.

  All day, I smell her. It’s like her scent has invaded my system, and there’s nothing I can do to stop it from taunting me. Every movement, every inhale, hell, even sitting still, I smell her. The memories of her bouncing on my cock like a porn star replay in my mind and leave me in a bad way.

  I’m sitting on the couch with my cock in my hand, jacking off like I haven’t come twice already today and enjoying the last of her smell before I hit the shower. I’m just about to come and my legs are straining, chasing the release with me, when my phone beeps. I glance down, still stroking myself, and I see her message.

  Darby: Hey, cocktastic. Interested in some pussy?

  I’m almost there; it’s within reach, and she’s dangling that supersweet, extra tight pussy in front of me. I groan as I release my cock, but the thought of fucking her sends a shiver down my spine.

  Me: Cock’s waiting. Better hurry. :)

  Darby: I’m two miles away.

  That message tells me volumes. Not only was she my booty call, but she was already on her way here to jump on my dick and have her way with me. I catch a whiff of myself and wish I had time to shower now before she gets here, but it’ll have to wait.

  There’s a knock on the door before I even have a chance to pull up my pants and shove my cock back inside. “Come in,” I yell over my shoulder. I’m not sure I can walk to the door with my pants down around my ankles, especially with the raging hard-on I’m sporting.

  When I hear her heels clicking against the floor and the familiar thunk of the door closing, I stand and turn to face her.

  Her eyes widen, taking in my bare chest and my dick that’s currently waving at her like he knows he’s about to be the luckiest fucking thing on the planet. “I see you’re ready for me.” She licks her lips, zeroing in on the fine specimen jutting out.

  I rub the back of my neck and pray I don’t fuck up the mood. “I need a shower. Want to join?” I arch an eyebrow and put my hands on my hips, giving her a better view of everything I’ve got.

  She doesn’t speak, but she’s stripping off her clothes and walking down the hallway toward my bathroom, dropping each piece of clothing as she moves. “You coming?” she yells out, and I’m still standing at the couch like a freaking moron.

  I waddle to the bathroom, tearing off my jeans before I fall flat on my face. By the time I make it to the bathroom, she’s naked and has the shower turned on, testing the water. This is my first full-body view of Darby naked in the bright bathroom lighting.

  My mouth waters, and my fingers itch to touch her as I slide up behind her and cup her breasts. “I’ve been thinking about these all day,” I admit, and it’s the truth. Like most men, I’ve thought about her at least every few minutes, and not one of those times did she have on any clothes.

  Darby wiggles her ass against my cock, and I moan my appreciation at the soft lushness against me. “You miss my cock, baby?” I murmur in her ear, plucking her nipples with my fingertips.

  She arches her back, jutting her tits out and offering them to my hands. “I never thought I’d say it, but it’s all I could think about all day.”

  “Welcome to the dark side.” I smile against her skin when she pushes her ass even harder against my dick and moans.

  She turns and wraps her hands around my cock, pulling me inside the shower. The water’s hot, but man, what a visual as it cascades down her breasts, creating a virtual waterfall off her nipples and splashing near our feet. I fall to my knees and bury myself face between her legs.

  I’m in heaven, and I already know I’m completely fucked.

  4

  Darby’s sleeping, passed out cold next to me, and I’m staring at her in an only mildly creepy way. I’m barely breathing because I’m trying to be quiet so she doesn’t wake up. I know if she catches me, I’m liable to get a smack in the face.

  Then again, that would be hot too.

  There’s no sheet covering her body, and I get to openly gawk at her without feeling guilty. Her pussy’s swollen, and the skin on her upper thighs is red. I can’t remember the last time I banged someone as much as we’ve fucked in the last twenty-four hours. It’s like she discovered cock and what it’s for, and now she can’t get enough of it.

  She stirs and I hold my breath, but she drifts back to sleep with a tiny snore. Her body’s magnificent. No. That’s not even a good enough way to describe what’s been hiding underneath her clothing all these years. She’s curvy with the softest breasts I’ve ever had the pleasure of touching. Her hips aren’t bony and give me something to hold on to when she’s riding me like a bull at the rodeo as I buck underneath her.

  “Chaz,” she whispers as her hand moves down her stomach, sliding between her legs.

  I blink a few times, not believing what I’m seeing, and finally peel my eyes away from her pussy to look at her face. Her eyes are closed and I think she’s still sleeping, but I can’t tell.

  “Yeah?” I ask, but she doesn’t reply as her hand keeps stroking her clit. Darby is masturbating in her sleep, and she called my name. I’m only a little freaked out by this fact, but I’m turned on and unbelievably rock-hard again.

  She moans softly, and her hand moves faster. It feels wrong watching her as I’m propped up on my side, and I can’t stop myself from what I’m about to do. My hand moves between her legs, touching her softly at first to see if she puts up any resistance, but she doesn’t.

  I glide my fingers through her wetness, and her legs open farther as if wanting more of me. Even asleep and unconscious, she wants me. She wants all that my big cock and I have to offer, and I’m all in, baby.

  I push a finger inside her and
she murmurs my name, but her eyes never open. I pull out, running a second through the liquid that’s pooled between her legs and practically dripping onto the bedsheet below her ass. When her legs open wider, I take it as an invitation to press two fingers deep inside her, moving slowly so as not to hurt her tight little cunt.

  Her juices are flowing out, covering my fingers in a thick coating as I start to increase the pace at which I’m fingering her. Her hand moves in quicker, small circles around her hard clit. My mouth waters, and I ache for the softness of her breasts. I lean forward, bringing my mouth down on her nipple, and suck it gently into my mouth as I close my eyes.

  I swear to shit, I hear angels sing. It’s like the heavens are blessing the union and patting me on the back for a job well done. Love thy neighbor and all that jazz. I’m loving the fuck out of Darby, sucking her tits and fingering her cunt as she jacks herself off.

  She starts to grind against my hand, riding my fingers like she can’t get enough. I take it as a cue that she wants more now that she’s used to my monster cock and being completely filled. I push a third finger inside, stretching her wide, when I feel her pussy start to contract around me. Her back arches, and my mouth follows because I’m still latched on to her nipple like it’s the giver of life, and I’m banging the fuck out of her pussy three fingers deep.

  Her body shakes, undulating against the mattress as she rides the waves of the orgasm and my hand. Holy fuck. This is one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, and I’ve had a pretty adventurous sex life. But never a girl who slept through a finger-bang and wanted it, actually moving with my hand as if it’s my cock.

  Darby’s like the freaking holy grail of women. Big tits, killer curves, tight pussy, and a sexual appetite to rival even mine. I’d think I was still high and drunk if I didn’t know better because no one, especially me, gets this goddamn lucky.

  She quiets and her body goes slack, but my fingers are still buried inside her, and her hand is still on her clit. My cock is rock-hard, dying for a little help after what I just witnessed. I know I should just finish myself off and let the woman sleep, but my hand just won’t do the job after being inside her.

  I slowly pull my fingers out of her pussy and crawl between her legs. I stare down at her, watching her for any signs of waking, but there are none. I press the head of my cock against her opening, rubbing it in a circle to coat it in her juices when she starts to stir.

  “Chaz,” she says just like she did when she was asleep, but this time, her eyes flutter open.

  I hover above her with my cock in my hand, pressed against her body, and freeze. “Yeah?”

  “Fuck me,” she whispers, and I do.

  5

  Darby and I spent Friday night and Saturday together. It was wonderful falling asleep next to someone again, and it made me realize how much I’d missed it. We spent most of the time in bed, watching Netflix and fooling around. It was a dream weekend if you ask me. I was able to relax and enjoy my weekend for once and not be a miserable prick. I got to know a different side of Darby that I wasn’t able to before.

  “Hey, babe. You up?” I holler down the hall before I sip my coffee and read the paper.

  As usual, I’m up way too early. I thought about letting Darby sleep in because she looked so peaceful lying there, but my dick had other ideas. It’s always good to start the morning out with a little lovemaking. This time, I had her get on top and ride me, making her do all the work. It appeared to have tired her out because as soon as she came, she immediately rolled off me and fell back asleep.

  “Yeah, I’m up. Just lying in bed because my pussy is sore, and I’m wondering if you broke it. I’m afraid to get up and walk,” she says from the bedroom with a small laugh.

  As much fucking as we’ve done in the last few days, I’m sure her pussy aches, but it’s not broken. If we don’t get out of the house today, it’s entirely possible that I will try to break it.

  “Do you need me to kiss it and make it better?” I ask, walking into the room and seeing her sprawled out across the bed. I instantly have wood.

  “Fuck. I’d love that, but could we give it a little break today? I won’t be able to sit tomorrow if you keep fucking like this.”

  Damn it. My dick is telling me to crawl between her legs and break her so she won’t be able to sit. Tomorrow, every time she’d try to put her ass down, she’d think of nothing else but my cock inside her.

  “Yeah, sure. We can give it a little break,” I grumble and realize that we can do more than fuck. Right? I should probably get to know more than just her sweet pussy. “Hey, Tarpon Springs is having an art show today. What do you think about going to that? If we don’t get out of the house today for a little while, I don’t know how if I’ll be able to keep my hands off you.”

  The first stage of a relationship, where you’re fucking like bunny rabbits, is usually the best before shit gets mundane or falls apart in the most glorious train wreck ever. But exploring each other’s bodies, seeing what pleases the other is the biggest high. Basically fucking, sucking, and licking at every opportunity. Three or four times a day, if not more, and I’m in heaven.

  “Sure, that sounds great!” She crawls out of bed, careful not to put any pressure on her bottom. “I’m going to jump in the shower first.”

  I head back to the kitchen to finish my coffee and try to lose myself in the newspaper instead of thinking about sex. After Darby showers and has a cup of coffee while I get ready, we make our way to the art festival.

  We are walking along the street, heading toward the festival and holding hands when I hear a voice I didn’t want to hear. “Well, well, well,” Garrett says, walking in our direction with Barbie under his arm and a shitty-ass smirk on his face. “It’s kind of weird seeing you two together.”

  “Hi, Chaz. Hi, Darby.” Barbie says.

  Shit. I certainly didn’t expect to see Garrett at an art show, especially since there wouldn’t be any naked women or free beer. I’m sure Barbie dragged him along against his will. That man would do anything she wanted, no matter how painful it was for him.

  “Hey, Garrett. I didn’t take you for the artsy-fartsy type.”

  “Yeah. I know.” He glances up toward the cloudless sky. “Barbie wanted to get out of the house for a little bit and check out the local artists. She likes all this shit. We’ll walk around with you two lovebirds.” Garrett emphasizes lovebirds and waggles his eyebrows.

  I don’t know what Garrett’s going to think about Darby and me being a thing…whatever that thing might be. If we even are a thing or just fuck buddies at this point is beyond me. The subject of employees dating or fucking hasn’t come up before because everyone, including me, assumed Darby was a cock-free zone.

  “Sure,” I tell him, because I can’t be a complete asshole.

  “Why don’t you ladies look around while Chaz and I grab a beer? We’ll catch up with you in few minutes,” Garrett says before leaning over and kissing Barbie on the cheek.

  I stand there, feeling stupid, not knowing if I should give Darby a kiss, but I do anyway. “See ya in a few.” I tap her on the ass, figuring I might as well go all in and see what happens.

  Fuck it. Garrett is just going to have to deal with it. It’s none of his business what we do outside of work as long as it doesn’t affect our jobs.

  Garrett and I head toward the beer stand as the ladies start to walk down the first aisle, and he puts his arm over my shoulder like we’re the best of friends. “So, I’m going to take a wild guess that last week after you three left the strip club, you fucked more than those two strippers.”

  I grit my teeth together, not sure if he’s the one I want to talk to about my relationships, but he’s the only one who’s here. Plus, I’m not one bit ashamed that I fucked her too. “Yeah. I woke up with Darby attached to my cock and almost had a damn heart attack.”

  “Get the fuck outta here.” He pushes me away and gapes at me. “I thought she only liked chicks.”

>   “Who knew?” I puff out my chest and point to my dick. “I guess she saw this king cock and couldn’t resist getting a taste.”

  “I’ll take two beers,” Garrett says to the guy running the beer stand through his laughter. “So, what’s going on with you two? You dating, or are you friends with benefits?”

  I shrug, kicking at the grass beneath my feet. “I’m not sure really. We haven’t talked about it. I don’t even know where to go with this.” I grab my beer from the counter as he pays the man, and I start to wander away.

  He catches up, sighing after taking his first sip of the ice-cold beer. “Listen, I don’t mind you two dating, but don’t be bringing any drama into the office. I have a business to worry about, and that means I need my guys doing what they were hired to do. You need to be eye candy for the clients and get the work completed on time.”

  “I hear ya, boss,” I mutter against the rim of my plastic glass. I certainly don’t want to lose my job, especially over some pussy. I guess I have to man up and talk to Darby about us and see where we’re headed or where we’re ending.

  Garrett gestures down the aisle at the girls in the distance. “Let’s go get our girls.”

  The sound of that—our girls—has me off-balance, and I almost trip over the edge of the sidewalk, but I catch myself and somehow come out not looking like a tool.

  “The art is so different here than in California,” Barbie says, holding up a sculpture of a dolphin, which is modern and stunning.

  I come up behind Darby and wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close. I’m testing her to see if she’ll pull away or nestle in for some lovin’. She looks at Garrett with wide eyes and stiffens.

  “It’s okay, Darby. Chaz and I had a talk. I don’t care what you do and when you do it. Just keep the drama out of the office.”

  Darby scoots closer to Barbie, breaking free of my hold. “Yes, that’s a beautiful piece of art,” she says, trying to change the subject and pretend it never happened.

 

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