“Touch me. Touch my pussy,” she whispered, her face buried in my neck.
Sliding one hand down between our bodies and pushing her loose silk shorts aside, I trailed my fingers through the pulsing, wet space between her thighs. “Fuck, hermosa…you weren’t kidding. You’re drenched,” I mumbled, nibbling at her shoulder and the side of her neck. She was trembling now and pressing her pussy into my palm, wanting more. “You just want me to touch it?” I asked, trailing my fingertips up and down the delicate furls of her outer lips.
“No…”
“What do you need, pretty baby? You want to ride my hand? You want me to see how many of my fingers your needy pussy can take?” Needy. I had some nerve calling her needy when all I could think about was how much I needed to be slamming my dick into her needy little pussy. I licked a path along the line of her neck, nibbled on her earlobe. “You need me to play with your clit?” I pinched it between my thumb and the knuckle of my forefinger.
“Tommy!” she gasped, more of her silky wetness spilling over my fingers.
“Tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to make you come, Darcy?”
“Yes! Make me come,” she panted against my lips, a desperate sound.
“Fuck, yes,” I whispered back, plunging my middle two fingers into her. Tight, satiny, and so, so, wet. Her hips snapped forward, sinking my fingers deeper. I cradled her in my hand, stroking them deep and feeling her tighten around them. She rubbed her clit against the heel of my hand, needing that extra bit of stimulation, but when I added a third finger, she went completely still.
“Shit, Tommy,” she whispered, then arched and threw her head back.
“Hermosa, coño…e’ perfecto,” I whispered, my hand still in her pussy, feeling it flex around my fingers in hard spasms — close to coming. Almost, but not yet. She looked at me, her still wet hair tangled around her shoulders, her swim-hard body strong and undulating as waves of pleasure coursed through her. I’ve wanted to have her like this — wanted her to want this from me. Wanted that wild look in her eyes as I pressed my thumb to her clit and the swollen, rough bundle of nerves against the front wall of her pussy and rubbed those fingers inside and outside of her like I was testing and observing the subtle changes in her texture and wetness (because I was) until she trembled and moaned.
I want to see her come, I want to see her come, I need to see it...
I wanted to see how she looked when she came apart from my attentions. Wanted my name in her mouth when she came. Needed it. But…fuck.
I never considered what would happen to me. Never considered how I would feel if she said yes, and then Tommy! and yes and yes again. I never considered what would happen to me or how the fuck it would make me feel.
My body suddenly felt too light to stay tethered to earth. Like if she wasn’t on top of me, I would’ve careened into the black velvet night sky. As she curled over me, panting her ecstasy into my mouth between fierce, untamed kisses, I followed her right over the cliff, coming so hard that I felt the actual sensation of falling, a weightlessness that sparked an adrenaline-laced spike of pleasure that made me cling to her. I crushed her to me with one hand while the other was still inside of her.
“Oh, Tommy…” she whispered, tears in her voice as another orgasm ripped through her, making her pussy spasm so hard that it pushed my fingers out of her. I covered her pussy with the flat of my palm, not inside of her anymore but wanting to feel every twitch and throb it made as she came from the pleasure I gave her. Gradually, I settled back into my skin, pleasure still crackling and popping along my nerve endings, but now that the world had swung back into focus, I felt drugged. My limbs felt weighted down from my release. Darcy was in my arms, warm, sticky with sweat and cum, and humming contentedly. I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in.
Hmmm… This is dangerous, but I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.
“Come on,” I murmured, rocking forward and shifting her in my arms so that I could support her weight. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Darcy wrapped her legs and arms around me and kissed me as I walked through the room, now only semi-dark with pale dawn light. At the edge of the bed, she shrugged out of her robe and let it fall to the floor. I pulled back the coverlet and laid her down in the cool, white sheets. The moment I set her down, she stripped off the thin-strapped silk chemise and flirty sleep shorts unceremoniously, revealing her body to me, and for a moment... I couldn’t fucking breathe. Her breasts were small, but her dark berry nipples made me want them in my mouth. My palms itched to caress every inch of her soft skin, and play between her legs again. She wasn’t bare, but the hair there was soft and neatly trimmed. I was glad to have the answer to that question now. With a sly smile on her lips, she burrowed into the white sheets.
“Come here…” she whispered. “Take your clothes off, and get in here with me.” She stretched out her arm, palm upward, beckoning.
“Darcy... You’re killing me. You know I can’t. It’s already dawn.”
“Jared won’t be up for another couple of hours. We can cuddle until then—”
“If by cuddle, you mean cuddling my dick into your wet, tight pussy, I’m absolutely sure I should not get into this bed.” The words were out before I could rein them in. It was so vulgar. I tried not to talk to her that, but well, shit. That was exactly what I wanted to do, so why pretend?
Darcy chuckled softly, and her hand remained outstretched. Her long, slim, brown fingers slightly curled, beckoning me into her bed, and fuck... I wanted to go to her. I wanted to go to her and kiss her and cuddle-fuck her until we were both so deliriously tired that we’d sleep for a week.
“Tomorrow’s Jared’s wedding,” I said finally. “And as much as I want to be with you tonight, I don’t want to do anything that might ruin—”
“You’re right,” she whispered with a sigh. “Goodnight, Tommy.”
I leaned across the bed and gave her one last kiss. “Goodnight, Darcy.”
10
Darcy
When I woke up in the morning, my hand was already on my pussy. I couldn’t remember the last time that happened, or if it ever had happened before. Not even on the morning of my own wedding. But here I was, rolling over onto my back with my hand between my legs.
Things with Tommy had swung from barely acknowledged attraction to us devouring each other unchecked. What made me cross the line and land right in his lap, I couldn’t be sure. But he rewarded my boldness with that kiss.
Maybe what my sister said about taking some pleasure for myself and what Tommy said about me never being good to myself just made me realize that yes, I wanted this — wanted him — and a good woman would take the pleasure he offered.
So, I said yes.
And damn… I thought I knew how it felt to be desired until I said yes. I thought I understood how it felt to be on the receiving end of a man’s desires, but not this man. Most men are initiators, takers…not Tommy. He let me take from him — and feeling that power seesaw in my direction made me unsteady, at first, and more than a little unsure. But then he whispered, “Tell me what you want me to do. Do you want me to make you come, Darcy?” And when I said yes, he pushed my panties to the side and did exactly that.
Remembering the desperate sounds I made in that moment made my cheeks flush hot, but the memory of how he’d reacted to my answer made my fingers slip into my already wet pussy. The look in his eyes and the things he whispered to me… It felt like reverence and sounded like prayers.
Now that I knew how it felt to have his hands on me, my own weren’t enough. Frustrated, I reached for my phone, intending to tell him how I wasn’t satisfied with my own hand after he touched me, only to find a message waiting.
Tommy: are you playing with
your pussy right now, hermosa?
I laughed out loud, but that laugh became a moan when the next message came through.
Tommy: cause I woke up thinking
about you coming in my lap and
now my hand is on my dick
Me: let me see
A few moments passed before a short video came through. The still was of his hand mid-stroke on that beautiful dick I’d watched him play with in the shower yesterday morning. Jesus Christ… It was still hard to believe that he was carrying all of that around in his pants this whole time. Hiding that in those little soccer shorts and the skinny jeans they all wore.
I hit play.
“Hmm…” he moaned as his hand executed a slow tug at his long, thick length. “Good morning, Darcy,” he whispered, his voice raspy and playful.
Wow…Am I really sexting with Tommy? I shouldn’t be okay with this. It should make me uncomfortable, but…damn…it didn’t. Not even a little bit. All it made me feel was wetter.
I thumbed up my video app one-handed and pushed the blankets off my naked body with the other.
I pushed record.
“Good morning, Tommy,” I murmured, stroking my fingers through my slippery folds and then holding them up so that he could see how wet I was. Before I could second-guess myself, I sent the video.
Hand still on my pussy, I waited for the video to send and deliver. A few seconds passed, then an ellipsis appeared.
Tommy: damn, flaca.
Dywmtcoaeyptycomf?
I frowned at that last jumble of letters. Was he jerking off with his other hand and thumbed that out by accident?
Me: what was that alphabet soup?
Are you okay or are you
having a seizure over there?
Tommy: it’s an acronym.
Do You Want Me To Come
Over And Eat Your Pussy
‘Til You Come On My Face?
“Oh my god!” I gasped aloud while thumbing out yes! with more than one exclamation point. But just as the message sent, a scheduled alert appeared on my phone, and after yesterday, I knew it came up on his phone at the same time.
*caterers arrive in 45 min*
“Shit,” I cursed with a frustrated groan.
Me: coffee?
Tommy: meet you in the kitchen in five
I have some business I need to handle first
Thank you for the video
It’ll make it easier to handle that business
* * *
That business… I knew exactly how he handled that business. I’d witnessed it with my own eyes. And honestly… I was pissed I couldn’t see it right now.
Me: record it for me?
Tommy: okay, hermosa.
anything you want.
Anything you want… Those fucking words were going to be my ruination. I felt it in my bones.
I threw my phone aside because if I waited for and watched that video, my sister would find me in the bed with my hand between my legs. Plus, I wanted to meet him in the kitchen for coffee. To grab a private moment before the day began and the wedding festivities kicked into high gear.
I washed my face, brushed my teeth, finger-combed my sleep-tangled hair into a silk turban, pulled on the ground-skimming robe that matched, knotted it at the waist, and made my way downstairs.
Murmuring a bright greeting to my beautiful monstera, I glided into the foyer where the door stood propped open for the catering company to bring tables in. Glancing to the left, I saw that the living room had been cleared of furniture, and bar-height tables skirted the designated dance floor. A little further down the hall, men were clearing out the furniture in the formal dining room.
“Good morning, fellas!” I called out, clutching at my robe as a breeze off the river tunneled through the open doors. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, ma’am!” one of the men said in response. “We’ve got everything handled.”
“All right, then. If you want anything to drink — coffee, juice, water — just let me or Minnie know.”
“Thank you, ma’am.”
So much for a quiet, private moment before the day began. This wedding was already happening. My son was getting married — in this house where I’d raised him. And all I could think about was his best friend Tommy and wonder if he came for me yet. What the fuck did that make me?
The main hallway was packed with men at work, so I took the back one that led to the laundry room and a little powder room. Minnie was probably in the kitchen already, and I just wanted to hold onto this feeling for a moment longer. This feeling of just being Darcy — a whole and sexual woman, not just someone’s mother and ex-wife. I wanted to float on this feeling until I saw Tommy and shared a cup of coffee with him on the back porch.
Just as I approached the laundry room, a hand shot out, hooked around my waist, and hauled me inside. I barely had a moment to gasp or protest before Tommy pressed my back against the pocket door, locked it, and kissed me.
His kiss, his kiss, his goddamn kiss… It was like an accelerant for the demands that my body, mind, and pussy had made for years. Demands that went unanswered until he ignited them — ignited me. With one stroke of his tongue, my body arched into him. I grabbed his waist and pulled him right up against me.
“I’ve got something for you,” he whispered against my lips.
“What?”
He was in pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and looked every bit the college boy that lived in the apartment over my garage for a year. Still sweet and attentive, but broader, and sexier, and dirtier…definitely dirtier as he’d pulled out a pair of AirPods and his phone with a video queued up on the screen.
“Wait…” He turned and looked at the dryer. “How do you turn this thing on? Do you have something we can put in here that’s kinda loud?”
“Why?”
“You don’t want anyone to hear us in here, do you?” he asked, his voice low and suggestive and a mischievous look in his eye.
I grabbed two of the big dryer balls, threw them in the front loader, and selected the quick cycle.
“Yeah, that’ll work,” he said with a nod, then bullied me up against the door again.
“What do you have for me?”
“Your video… I was going to send it to you, but I kinda figured you wouldn’t take time to watch it before you came down, so…” He put the phone in my hand and the AirBuds in my ears. “But first…can I see your wet pussy again?”
“Yes,” I whispered, looking directly in his eyes as I parted my robe and watching as he looked down to where I was bare underneath the silk.
Tommy let out a long, deep moan. “I remember the first time I saw you in one of these robes. It was in the kitchen, and you were making me lemon ricotta pancakes before I went to class. I always wondered if you were naked under them. I’m glad to know that my fantasy isn’t just a fantasy… Show me, Darcy. Let me see how wet you are,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
That little glimpse into his memory. Me in the kitchen, making him breakfast, and him fantasizing about me… It made this moment feel even dirtier.
I pushed two fingers inside, barely able to hold back my moans.
“Fuck…” he cursed softly when I showed him the slippery evidence of what he’d asked for. “Still so, so wet,” he whispered. “You didn’t even take care of yourself, did you?” he asked.
“I—”
“I know you didn’t,” he interrupted, sinking down to his knees. “You prettied yourself up and rushed down here to meet me for coffee. You neglected your pussy.”
“There wasn’t time. I wanted—”
“You gotta learn to put your oxygen mask on first, Darcy.”
“That’s not what that mea—” But my retort was cut short by his warm tongue dragging over my sensitive pussy.
He pursed his lips and placed a delicate kiss right above my clit. Looking up at me, he bracketed my hips with his hands. “Let me take care of you, Darcy,” he whispered, his thumbs stroking comforting circles on the jut of my hip bones.
“But people are out there setting up for the wedding. My sister and the rest of the bridesmaids will be here soon, and—”
“All of that can wai
t. The wedding will still happen if you aren’t there to greet them the second they walk in. Minerva is out there. She can handle things while I take care of you.”
“I... This is Jared and Brandi’s day. I want everything to be perfect for them.”
“And it will be...even if you pause for ten minutes to let me eat your pussy.”
“Tommy...” My cheeks flushed so hot that I had to cover them with my palms. “We can’t. I shouldn’t,” I repeated.
“Darcy... Darcy, look at me,” he demanded.
Swallowing down my embarrassment, I dropped my hands to my sides and looked down at him.
“Spread your legs so I can take care of you. Please,” he added, punctuating his request with a devilish smirk.
My fucking god. Like I could deny his request. No woman on this earth could say no to that.
I pressed my upper back to the door and spread my legs for him. Tommy let out a sweet sigh, and his warm breath buffeted my wet pussy, cooling my heated skin. He slid his hand up my inner thigh and spread me even wider.
“Yes, pretty baby. Just like that,” he whispered, then drew his nose along the crease of my inner thigh, scenting me.
A loud thunk sounded somewhere on the main floor, and I tensed, wondering what had been dropped or knocked over, but then Tommy split my pussy lips with his tongue, and the only thing that mattered was what he was doing between my thighs.
“Christ, you taste so fucking good. Damn, I wish I could take my time with you, but we have a schedule to keep. Play the video, hermosa. And turn the volume up.”
The phone. I’d forgotten it was in my hand the moment he put his mouth on me. I raised it up to eye level and pressed play. Turned the volume up.
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