by Ethan Egorov
I don’t get the opportunity to mull it over before the doorbell rings, followed by a heavy knock. It pounds in my chest and I wonder why Darius is knocking like that. When I get to the door and swing it open, I see why. His eyes are dark and huddled over, his brows cinched into a hard line and his lips pursed. He looks absolutely sexy, more than ever, with his hair windblown and shirt stuck to his broad chest. He doesn’t even have his cut on.
“That was—” I was going to say ‘that was fast’ but didn’t get the opportunity to finish before he throws me over his shoulder, slamming the door behind him. He carries me like a spare pillow up the steps and my heart pounds with each step.
“Room?” He growls. I guess and point my foot in the right direction because I’ve never tried to see it from this angle.
Luckily, I am right, and seconds later I am tossed heavily onto my peach colored throw comforter.
“Hello to you too.” I swallow hard. My mouth has gone dry as my body is satiated with warmth and desire for him.
He licks his lips and unlaces his shoes, his eyes not leaving me as he takes off his shoes and socks. His shirt follows suit, and he unbuttons his jeans enough for me to see he is naked underneath. My eyes rove over his deep cut muscles in awe, the way his Adonis belt is so deep I could grab onto it. His tattoos make him into a work of art, spanning his arms and chest, up to his neck. His hair and beard are ruffled from the wind, he looks like an animal of a man.
Darius darts his eyes around me like he is looking for something. What, I have no idea. His eyes pause at the four posters of my bed where I used to hang a dream net, until I got too old. Now they’re just tall white, wooden posts. He licks his lips and glances at my closet, his eyes stopping.
“What are you looking for?” I end up asking him. He is so serious, like he only means to be right down to business. The way he showed up and carted me up here can attest to that.
“Stay put.” He tells me, the intensity of his voice doesn’t waver at all.
It sends a chill down my spine and I do exactly what he says, not moving at all with my arms stretched to my side and legs somewhat crossed on the bed. I left my lamp on and it’s the only light in the room, since my window is closed to the moonlight. The dull orange glow is all that I can see in the room, plus Darius.
He enters my walk-in closet and I hear some noises before he re-emerges. He tosses two black ties on the bed, fashion belts that look like whips with tassels on the end. Then he goes again and comes back with two belts, throwing them by my head. The clank of the metal resonates in my ears, muddling with my heart beat pounding inside me.
“Darius,” I start in question. His silence is debilitating, it’s kind of scary but in a good way. I can’t read him. I have no idea what he’s about to do.
He stands where my feet are at the foot of the bed and grabs my ankles. His hands are so large his fingers overlap easily over the bone, and he spreads my legs apart and into a butterfly, bent at the knees. My breath hitches and I feel myself pulsing there, waiting for his touch.
“Do you know what I dreamt about last night?” His deep voice cuts the silence, a dull murmur I only slightly understand. He looks up at me through his lashes and pins my gaze with his.
“No.” I swallow, answering honestly. He licks his lips and starts a trail of fire with them up my left thigh.
“You.” He growls. His lips leave me to move to my other thigh and trace the same trail downwards.
“You did?” I ask stupidly. His thick, hot fingers curl around the band of my shorts and panties at the same time, he swipes them down my legs so fast it’s like they sliced my skin.
“Yes woman, I did. I dream about you every night.” He answers. He throws my garments over his shoulder and his fingers trail up my inner thigh, stopping at the cusp of my folds. My back arches and hips grow closer to him in want.
“Since when?” My voice shakes because it is overcome by desire.
“Since I first laid eyes on you.” His eyes meet mine before he sets an open-mouthed kiss on my pussy, licking up from my opening over my clit.
“Agh, oh my god,” my body reacts to him, a deep tremor starts from inside me and I think that it is too soon for this.
My eyes clench shut, and I reach out for his hair, grabbing and scratching at his scalp. I know he is going to tie me down soon enough and I need to savor being able to touch him.
“Please, Darius,” I moan and clamp my legs around his face, my thighs trapping him inside. He grumbles against me and it vibrates against my clit, taking me prisoner again. My orgasm starts as a thrum deep inside me before becoming an earthquake. It takes my whole body and blinds me. Darius leaves me and as my eyes are still closed, and I have tremors, he grabs my ankles and the cold leather wraps around it. I open my eyes to see him tie me to the bed post on either side, my legs spread open to him. My breath hitches and I am still coming down from the last orgasm. I’m exposed to the cold air and somehow it still keys me up.
“Can you move?” His jaw is tight, body coiled as he looks at me.
“No.” I swallow. I try to, and it’s true. My legs are pinned and the way he tied the knot, it would hurt if I tried any harder.
“Good.”
He kneels on the bed and tugs my shirt up, tossing it to the side. I’m completely naked under him as he surveys my body in response. He doesn’t waste a beat this time around, he uses the belts to tie my hands to the post behind me. I don’t think I have ever been glad to have a metal bed post, everyone else has the tufted fabric and I’ve had this the entire time. He gives them both a good yank and I feel it down to my shoulders, he stretched me out almost to my limit.
My chest is heaving under him. I feel my nipples hardening from just his look and his presence.
“You’re fucking sexy, Amy. Irresistible.” His hot, heavy hands span down my front; his palms cover my breasts and then he continues, grappling my thighs. I’m already as open as I can be to him, he is knelt between my open legs and I can feel his heat seeping onto me. I wish I could touch him, but somehow it is hotter this way. I just imagine touching him instead and it does the same thing to me, my fingers tingle from it. His cock is rock hard. But he has the utmost self-control, not making any moves yet.
“Thanks,” I murmur. He gives me a bemused look and I know I probably should have said something sexier, but I don’t have it in me.
His lips twitch, “Weird girl.” He bends and kisses me for the first time, his lips start a slow study of mine before his tongue traces the outside and then dives inside my mouth, tasting me. He tastes of mint and salt, that much I’m used to, and my body comes alive even more at his closeness. I moan against him, my hips buck but I can hardly move, my hands twist and it only hurts my wrists, so I stop, and my ankles pull tighter. I have to stop moving and surrender to his touch. Once I do, it’s like I become an endless fury of pleasure for him.
“Fuck.” He breaks the kiss and pulls back, his eyes turning serious.
“What?” I ask breathlessly.
“Forgot the condoms.” He winces. I pretend like it’s a big deal before I laugh once. I got an implant a while ago for other reasons, but this is as good as any.
“Well, if you’ve been a good boy, I’m on the pill, and it doesn’t matter.” I say. And I’m still cautious because I don’t really know his sexual routine.
“I have.” He says, and I believe him. Part of me is more anxious now to feel his bare cock inside me separated by nothing.
He hops off me to take off his boxers, and my eyes feast on his cock. I wish I could touch it, my fingers twitch to. And I wish I could taste him, too. I’ve never wanted to do that to any man, I never saw the appeal before. But his cock looks so thick and delicious that it drives me crazy. He climbs back on the bed; it creaks under his weight as his lips start a slow descent down my body. He lays on me so I feel his weight and can’t move under him.
Starting just under my ear, he kisses me and splays his tongue over my flesh, leaving his
love bites everywhere. I moan as my breath catches, when he finds that sensitive spot in my neck and shoulder to focus on. His hands move down my body, palming my breasts as he toys the nipples between his fingers.
“Darius,” I let out a gargled moan and surrender to the pleasure. I’ve resolved not trying to move at all, letting him take control of me.
His mouth moves, trailing down the center of my chest. He moves over to the left breast first, covering the expanse of my nipple with his warm mouth and sucking. I feel the sensation down to my toes, pooling at my core. His cock is nestled hard against my thigh and he rubs against my flesh there, letting out small groans of pleasure.
“Oh god,” I cry out. He alternates his mouth from each nipple as his fingers continue and it feels like I could come from that alone. I can’t move at all and it feels like I do. The deep pulse starts inside me and I feel my body tighten then release itself. It lasts maybe three seconds, nothing like the others, but I know that it’s there.
“Darius, what the hell—” I ask mostly to myself because it doesn’t make any sense and he only releases a deep chuckle in response.
“It’s amazing what your body can do when you let it be.” He whispers in my ear, his deep voice sending more chills down my body. I’m sheeted in sweat and breathing heavily while he seems completely relaxed.
“Okay.” I whisper, I’m half here and half somewhere else in this land of pure ecstasy he takes me to. It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.
I watch him pull back onto his knees and start stroking himself. His cock darkens and leaks with moisture. I watch him like it’s the hottest thing I have ever seen, I suppose it is. He slips his hand between my legs and starts pumping me hard with three fingers. It stings but then the pleasure is so immense it stops mattering. My thighs are immobile but pool with the desire. It feels like I need to move to get there but once I stay still. It comes faster, his palm grinds my clit as he works me and then I’m deep in an orgasm. Interrupted only by his cock entering me.
“Agh fuck!” I exclaim with shock.
Darius doesn’t pause before he continues, thrusting into me like a man possessed. I rattle against the bed. He falls back onto his knees and my breasts bob to the movements. His grunts are satiated in his chest and I feel him losing it, his muscles tightening. I feel every ridge of his cock in me, the hard brim against my opening as he pulls all the way out and then back in again. His balls slap my ass every time and our sounds fill the room. It’s mostly my screaming, but all the same. We muddle together like two lovers obsessed with each other; I suppose we are at this point. My ankles and wrists sting with the ties as I find it hard not to move but at some point, I find it in me. I stop moving and surrender, and the orgasm it gives me is mind blowing. I can’t see, I can’t think… it just feels so damn good.
My body is shaking, and I scream like I really am possessed with pleasure. It takes me forever to come down, long enough for Darius to find his own release. He stills in me and I’m still clenching around him. I feel every drop of his hot seed filling me, taking me from the inside out.
“Fuck,” he collapses over me as his body shakes.
Eventually he lifts his head to look at me. He studies me like he is prepared to find something wrong, but I am only smiling, at least I think I am. It’s hard to tell as I am suspended in an alternate universe right now. He kisses me deeply and I feel something in it that wasn’t there before, something tender and sweeter. His tongue slows against mine and I taste myself on him, taste us together.
“Untie me.” I say when the kiss breaks.
He licks his lips and nods once. One hand unties my hands and then he releases my ankles. I curl up in a back ward stretch, they’ve been straight for too long. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him. His bare chest rubs my nipples and it sends me thrumming again. His cock never came out of me and as I roll us over, it stays there.
I straddle his waist and confidently smile down at him. His eyes widen and his pink lips part in shock as he looks up at me. His palms slide down my thighs and then settle at the crook of them under my stomach.
“Easy,” he guides me when I start to rock against him.
His cock is huge, that was already known, but actually feeling him inside me this way is much different. He is reaching so far up inside me, I can feel him in my bones. I nod and start rolling back and forth. His hand rests at the small of my back as he guides me not to go too fast. I feel like I may still be somewhat sore when I do it this way.
“You’re so big, Darius,” I whisper. My breath catches and I start to rise up. The slowness is agonizing, I’m used to going fast, so is he, but he’s patient with me.
“I know.” He says smugly, his hands grip my waist and travel up my front, grasping my breasts. The pressure sends a pulsing sensation in my chest and I let my body take over, my mind is doing too much thinking.
I rise up on his cock and swirl down, doing that over and over as fast as I can. My breasts bob and his hips rise up to meet me, reaching up deeper inside me. I claw at his chest, my fingers against his tattoos as I continue. I move my hips faster, my thighs doing most of the work as I continue. Soon I feel close to the edge again. I throw my head back and my hair tickles my shoulders.
“You’re so damn hot. So fucking perfect, babe.” Darius growls and it’s his words that send me over the edge. I freeze on him as I come, and his hips drive into me as he reaches his own climax again. His cock grows harder and bigger inside me before he releases. I can feel every part of it as he continues to pleasure me inside.
“Holy fuck,” I collapse against him, breathless.
He kisses me hard until I can’t breathe and then I lay against his chest. His body is so warm and hard. I can feel his heart beating into my cheek and it makes me smile. My eyes are closed but I don’t sleep, just enjoy feeling his body against mine. His strong, muscled arms wrap around me so tight I can hardly breathe, but in a good way. It’s like I’m taking him in for what my lungs can’t fill with, filling up all my voids. My heart swells with my feelings about him. I don’t know what to do about it, the freeze in my chest tells me to leave it alone for now.
I feel myself close to falling asleep and reluctantly move away from him.
“I gotta use the bathroom.” I untangle myself from him and walk on shaky legs to my bathroom. It’s inside my room and I shut the door behind me. I wash my hands and look at my naked form in the mirror. My eyes are glowing, my hair an absolute mess. I have slight marks on my wrists and ankles, but not much. They should be gone in the morning. It’s mostly from the blood rushing and having no escape. I never thought I would be into that stuff, it came as a shock, but it feels good. And I know it requires the utmost trust. I trust Darius more than I have ever trusted anyone, and that’s scary but it also feels really liberating.
I walk back in to my room, confident in my nakedness to find Darius sitting up in bed, leaned against the back. His arms are crossed and his flaccid cock rests on his thigh.
“Are you, um, hungry or something?” I walk over to him and put his shirt on.
“That’s my shirt.” His voice is amused.
I smile at him from the foot of the bed and shrug, the fabric falls softly on me and is full of his scent and warmth still.
“I know.” I giggle once.
He swings his legs over and stands up, “Yeah, I’m starving.”
I nod, “I’ll make us something.” I give him another long look, memorizing the dip of his ass and taut muscles on his back before I turn away.
I walk downstairs with a sore body and huge smile on my face.
14
Darius
If I knew things would be this good with Amy, I would have gone after her sooner. I wouldn’t have been so chicken shit about it. And maybe I would have stopped getting into trouble sooner, being violent. But now I’m leaving tomorrow to do that very thing and for the life of me, I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave her, ever.
But
I can’t draw attention to myself. Not yet. If I told the guys I suddenly didn’t want to be an enforcer for the club anymore they would think I’m crazy. And they’d ask me why. And I’m sick of lying to Kit already. It hasn’t even been that long but today was hard. I almost ended things just because I’m scared, but Amy doesn’t deserve that. I dragged her into this, and it isn’t ending unless she tells me it’s over.
I go in her bathroom to take a piss. It’s decorated mint green with light pink counters and it is very much like her, even the bath mats. I wash my hands and then put my jeans back on to meet her. I was in such a hurry I didn’t bother with boxers. I avoid the family photos of them on the way down, just for my sanity, and then I find her in the kitchen. She’s humming to herself and stirring something on the stove, it smells like tomato and herbs.
“I figured spaghetti is easy enough.” She tells me.
I sit at the high stool, “Cause I’m Italian?” I snicker. It surprises even me, and she gives me a shocked look to confirm that too.
“What? No, I just… it was the first thing I thought of.” She giggles.
I figured she had frozen meatballs or something and that’s what is in the oven.