Chapter 8 Darius
Darius
“You should come over.”
Her words are on repeat and no matter what I do to distract myself, nothing is working.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I want to get to know everything about her, but if I go around to her place tonight, I won’t be able to hold back my desire to have her.
“You’re not stressing over those Six-Nighter assholes, are ya?”
Glancing at Jermaine, I can’t help but glare.
“Like fuck I am.”
“Then what’s the face for? You’ve been throwing shade at the street for the last hour.”
There’s no point in talking to him about Amelia. Our views on women are too different for me to take his advice seriously. I can hear him now, “Fuck her and chuck her. She’s just a gash to sink into.”
Yet everything in my gut is telling me Amelia isn’t just a gash.
She’s so much more than that. Like Jermaine, I don’t exactly have a bucket load of trust in women, but unlike him, I would like to settle down one day with a good woman and have my own family and grow old and all that shit.
Most days it’s a pipe dream. This life we lead doesn’t come with a long-life expectancy.
Putting my beer down next to the chair, I heave myself up.
“I’m heading out. If you need me, call.”
“Where you going?”
I sigh. “Nowhere good, I’m sure.”
I ignore everyone on my way out and don’t bother saying anything to Clare and Tariq coming toward me.
“Hey!” Tariq calls out but I’m in my car and driving away before he can call out again.
Steering clear of the Six-Nighters turf, it takes me an extra fifteen minutes before I’m turning onto Gold Mile. I’ve changed my mind a handful of times, yet I pull up to her gates and press the intercom button.
It’s weird. Her father has gates to keep danger out yet the iron bars in front of me wouldn’t keep me out if I truly wanted in.
“Hello?”
Her voice comes through speaker, and I swallow. This is the last chance to leave but I lean closer to the open window.
“It’s me. Darius.”
The gates slowly open, and I drive toward the house. It doesn’t look any bigger than Clare’s but looks can be deceptive. The impressive size should blow my breath away but it’s only a house.
As I come to a stop, she steps out onto the steps and holds herself. She’s changed. Her tight black shorts and baggy hoodie have me vowing it wasn’t a mistake to come here. Any other girl would’ve dressed up.
This girl is going to be worth every consequence, and I don’t care how hard they come at me.
My step slows the closer I get to her and I’m relieved to see she looks just as nervous as I feel. I’m never nervous and I don’t know how to hold myself.
“I didn’t think you were going to show.”
“I had a few things to do,” I lie. “You still got the house to yourself?”
She nods and walks inside but I remain on the doorstep. When she realises I’m not behind her, she frowns.
“Why did you ask me over?”
“You’re the one who said you wanted inside me,” she says, a slight blush creeping over her cheeks.
“I step into your house, there’s no going back, Amelia,” I warn.
“I know,” she breathes.
Placing a foot over the threshold, the place is different to Clare’s house. The place feels more than money, it feels like a home.
I close the door behind me and once the lock clicks over, I step in front of her, cupping the sides of her face in my hands.
“Last chance to send me away.”
She stares into my eyes, holding my gaze with such certainty, I’m not ready for it.
“Why would I do that when I want to know how you feel inside me?”
One breath. That’s all it takes for me to lift her so her legs wrap around my waist. Fuck getting myself off in the shower over her again, this shit is going to be a reality, time after time.
“You best tell me where your room is, or I’ll sink into you right here.”
“Upstairs. Last door on the right.”
It takes fucking forever to get to her room. Her shorts and panties are the first off and she rips her hoodie over her head, baring her perfectly small, fit right in my hand, tits.
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” I ask admiring her body from the bottom of the bed.
“No. Are you?”
I shake my head. I don’t know if I’m glad or not.
I don’t particularly have a thing for virgins, I don’t like how clingy they get when you take something special from them, but I’m not liking how much I hate knowing other guys have touched her, have seen her like this.
I’m a year older than her and have been with plenty of girls but I’ve never been this nervous.
“Why are you just staring?” she asks, and I snap back to the here and now.
Dragging my hoodie up and over my head, I toss it behind me and unbuckle my belt. She moves onto her hands on knees, crawling toward me. She pops my jeans open, raising up to kiss me as she shoves my jeans and boxers down.
Sliding my tongue over hers, I take over ridding my jeans and step out of them as she takes hold of my dick.
Lacing my fingers through her hair, I deepen the kiss as she works me good.
Her nipples brush against my chest and I feel it in my balls.
Grabbing her hand to stop her, I keep a hold of her and push her back, following her down onto the bed.
Trailing my lips across her jawline, I run my tongue down and over her pert breasts, sucking her nipple into my mouth before finding my way back up to her lips.
I slip my hand down between her legs and smirk against her mouth when I find her more than ready for me.
She clenches around my fingers as I drive two inside her and I can only imagine how good she’s going to feel on my dick.
“You’re destroying me.”
“You’re keeping me waiting,” she whispers breathlessly.
Hovering above her, I skim her lips with mine, flicking my tongue across her top lip, she cups her soft hands on either side of my face and pulls me to her.
Lining up at her entrance, I inhale so fucking deep, I pray I don’t bust a nut on the first stroke.
She’s one girl I don’t want to embarrass myself with.
Thrusting inside her, she becomes the centre of my fucking world.
Fuck, she feels good. It’s more than rich pussy, she is more than anyone I’ve ever met before.
With every stroke I can feel her becoming mine. Bringing all sorts of shit out of me I didn’t know existed. Every moan escaping her soft plump lips, the deeper she digs her fingertips into my back, I need more. I want her marking me. I want her needing me so much she can’t fucking think straight.
I slow my myself, pulling out and driving into her as deep as I can physically get. Whether she gets it or not, feels it or not, this ass is mine.
Slamming my lips on hers, I succumb to her angelic pussy and lose myself. I empty my load and don’t regret a fucking thing. I’ve got the night to make her happy and I intend to make her real happy.
Rolling off of her, I crash beside her and take a look around her room. It’s nothing how I imagined it to be. Fuck knows what I was thinking. The walls are a soft green, and the furniture is all whites and greys. It’s neat and tidy. The only thing I expected is the huge TV up on the wall.
“Do you spend most of your time in here?” I ask.
“It depends if my dad’s home or not. When it’s just me and Catherine, I stay up here.”
“Who’s Catherine?”
“Our housekeeper.”
Of course she has a housekeeper.
“What about your mom? Where’s she at?”
She tenses. “Paris, Milan, Monaco, who knows for sure? My dad mentioned something about the South of France last week, but she changes her mind like the wind.”
“You don’t see her often?”
“Not really. She checks in every now and then, but it’s mostly just me and my dad.”
She leans up on her elbow and I move her hair back over her shoulder.
“I don’t want to talk about her anymore.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“You.”
“What about me?”
“How are you so… you, when Tariq is so different? Like, he does drugs, and gets into fights.”
I fail not to smirk and I’m glad for the darkness hiding it.
“You think I’m not like him?”
“Most of the time I don’t know what to think when I’m around you.”
“I’m not so different to him, Amelia, I just handle myself better. I’m the one who controls him, keeps him in line, and makes sure he does what’s needed. We come from the same place, but I make the most of it, he just lives for the ride.”
“Are you the leader of your gang?” I can feel her cringe under my touch as she asks.
I shuffle around so we’re lying down, her back to my chest.
“I don’t follow, Amelia. Never have done, never will. My boys are like my family, and I’ll always look out for them. You don’t need to know that side of me, it’s nothing you probably haven’t already imagined but nonetheless, I won’t say it out loud.”
“Can you tell me one thing?”
“What do you want to know?”
“It’s always on the news that people on your side of the city are killed. Could that be you?”
“Every day of the week.”
“Doesn’t it scare you?”
Smirking, I shake my head. “The streets are tough, but they don’t scare me.”
“What does scare you?”
I’ve laid enough of myself bare tonight, I press my lips to her shoulder.
“Not getting enough sleep.”
Maybe one day I’ll tell her what scares me, because right now, she’s the only thing that scares me in this world.