Chapter 13
Macie
I'm warm, almost hot, which is weird because I sleep cold as ice.
It's the only way I sleep, and I'm confused as to why that's not my reality right now.
There are hands running up and down my thighs, too.
Is this some really good dream? But when I feel the scrape of stubble against my neck, I know this isn't a dream. This is real, but where the fuck am I?
Opening my eyes, I see the dark green walls, and I know I'm in Darren's bed.
I slept in here the night we came back from my apartment because I'd needed someone to hold me after such an invasion of privacy.
In the three days since then I haven't left.
Arguably, this is the first time I've been woken up like this.
He's in the throes of a great dream if the hardness at my back is any indication, and God he's heating me up, too.
My body is still slightly sore, the bruising really starting to come out, and my face hurts, but I want whatever he's giving me more than I care about the pain. If anything, I'd argue that what happened to me, and the pain I've endured makes me want this more.
The hand that's been running up and down my thigh tucks in between them as I scissor them to get some relief where I need it most. His fingers dip beneath the material of my panties, and they find my swollen pussy wet and ready for action.
Good God, how long has he been touching me to get me this ready for him?
The other hand tucks under my ribcage, and palms my breast, grinding against the puckered nipple.
Opening my hazy gaze, I tilt my head back against his shoulder and moan, my fingers tangling with his at my breast. "Oh my God," I groan, using my other hand to reach behind me.
He slept in boxer briefs last night, and it doesn't take anything for me to slip my fingers beneath the waistband and slide them across the tip of his already wet cock.
He wakes up then, I can tell by the way he stops for a split second, and then doubles down. "Fuck," he growls. "I've done my best to keep my hands to myself. Guess I couldn't do it anymore."
"What were you dreaming about?" I ask, voice strangled as I push my hand further down his shaft, loving the warm, velvety feel of him.
"Same thing I've been dreaming about since we had our first make out session at the Lean To. Sinking deep inside your warmth." His mouth sucks at my neck, before lightly biting the flesh. "I've woken up jacking off more times than I care to count since you've come into my life."
"How long has it been?" I'm not the type of person to sleep around, and I'm curious.
"Haven't had sex since Nicole was conceived," his voice is deep, dark, and the hotness of his breath causes goosebumps to pop up all along my body.
"Are you kidding me?"
"No. She and I didn't have a good relationship, and I couldn't let myself keep sleeping with her. It was wrong. We got divorced right after Nicole was born. Since then I've been taking care of her."
"And no one's been taking care of you," I finish for him.
His voice is muffled against my neck. "When I need to, I take care of myself."
This is it, the moment I know there's no turning back between the two of us.
It's the moment, or rather the opening I've been waiting for since we met each other.
He's taken care of me when I need him to, and the only thing I've wanted to do is take care of him.
With all the strength I have, I pull his hands from me, and mine from him, before turning over.
God, he's so sexy when he's just woken up.
I push the covers down to reveal his lean torso.
The tattoos and striations of his ab muscles are fucking lickable.
"Let me tell you something." I lick my lips, looking down at him.
"Just like you told me if I ever need help to come to you?
If you ever need relief, you come to me, eight pack.
" I wink, running my fingers down his abs.
He throws his head back, laughing. "When you have a lot of sexual frustration, you gotta get it out the only way you know how. Mine has been to workout until I'm too tired to think about you."
I push him onto his back, and then straddle his waist, feeling his cock seeking my heat.
"I'm a little bruised and broken, Darren.
I can't take that length into my mouth the way I want to, and I can't let you cover me with your weight the way I'm dying to have you do.
But, if you let me, I can ride you, and give us both the pleasure we so desperately need. "
His eyes are dark with passion, flaring as I rock against him. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Trust me, you're hurting me by not filling this ache between my thighs. Either you let me take care of both of us, or I'm going to take care of myself." My hand sneaks down my stomach but before I can touch myself, he grabs my wrist.
"Oh no, baby. That's mine."
"Then take it," I beg him. "Give us both some happiness in this misery and fear we've been dealing with."
He reaches down to the hem of the t-shirt I'm wearing and pulls it up and over my head.
It's weird, with any other man I would've worn a bra to bed, even if I had known him the same amount of time I've known Darren.
But I've trusted this man since the moment I met him, and now I want him to show me that he wants me too.
He sits up, those abs I was just admiring flexing and contracting, as he leans in and takes my puckered nipple in between his lips.
My fingers dig into his hair, holding him there, as I rock my pussy on his length.
When he lets the bud go, he reaches up, grabbing my chin, as he palms my neck, forcing my eyes to meet his.
"I don't have condoms," he says the words loud and clear. "No reason for me to have them. So you tell me now. Are we doing this or not?"
I nod, encircling my arms around his neck. "I'm on birth control, and it's been just as long for me. I'm okay with it as long as you are."
With those words, there's no more talking.
We undress like the world around us is on fire.
His hand goes to my core, two fingers slip inside, and he preps me for the invasion of his length.
When he holds the base and I slide onto him, we both groan and my body shivers as I adjust around him.
For a split second, I think, this is home.
This is everything I've searched for my entire life, but the thought is fleeting as he grips my waist and directs my movements.
It doesn't take long for me to lean over him, grasping the headboard to help me move.
It's slightly uncomfortable, stretching my abused body like this, but it feels good too.
My breasts hang down in front of his face, and he puts another pillow under his head so that he can comfortably suck and bite as I move up and down on him.
My pussy is gripping his cock, moisture making it easier for us to move.
His thrusts from below start to pick up the pace, and I know he's close to coming, because so am I.
I abandon the headboard, and sit straight up, my body tingling and on fire as we move together.
Tilting my head back, I put my hands on his chest for leverage and close my eyes, letting my body work with his.
"Fuck, you're sweet," he groans, his hands flattening over mine to hold me steady on his chest. "You're pussy is gripping me so hard, and you're so fucking wet. This feel good, Macie?"
"Yes," I answer, breathless, feeling as if I'm in a dream that I can't wake up from.
The room has a hazy, fantasy feel to it as my eyes open slightly, staring up at the ceiling as I chase the orgasm that's barreling toward me.
All I have to do is reach out and take it.
"Harder," I beg. "Please harder and faster, help me move.
" The sound of our body slapping in the room is vulgar, and hot as hell.
He answers me by putting one hand on my thigh and directing the motion of the way I'm moving on him, before reaching up and grabbing the back of my head with his other.
That little yank, super quick shot of pain, is everything I need as I fall apart against him.
"Oh fuck, Darren. Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes," My body shivers as chills break out on my arms and my nipples peak, harden so much they hurt, as I ride out the orgasm.
I'm coming down when he grips my ass in both his hands, holds me down on him as he thrusts up into me, and I feel his hot release deep inside my body.
Opening my eyes, I watch as his head digs into the pillow and he tips his chin back, silently screaming as not to wake Nicole, his neck straining as he lets the orgasm flow through him and into me.
My body is flushed and hot, my breathing labored as I stop moving. I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth, giggling, as I run my hands up and down my sensitive flesh. "Holy fuck, eight pack. I had no idea..."
"Me neither," he admits as he wipes the sweat from his face. "Never been like with anyone else."
It hasn't for me either, and I know right then that I'm in deep shit when it comes to this man. He can break me, and I've never given someone that power before. But surprisingly with him? I want to.