42. Jake
FORTY-TWO
JAKE
Darcy’s been tossing and turning for a while, letting out an occasional huff. It’s the dead middle of the night, and for whatever reason, her skin is a million degrees and radiating across the bed. I rub my hand over her hip when she violently flips to her side.
“Are you awake?” she whispers, as if the cacophony and heat blast she’s creating wouldn’t wake the oldest corpse.
I let out a crackly laugh. “Yeah. Guess you are too.”
“Was I snoring or something?” she asks, and it’s like she has no clue what a wollerpuss? * she’s being in this bed.
I prop my head up on my elbow and turn toward her. “No, you’re just a little oven and flopping around like a fish.”
“Sorry for being so hot,” she giggles. “I’m actually . . . starving.”
“Is that a metaphor for gobbling dick?” I ask, and she cackles. Making her laugh is the best. Usually she suppresses it because she’s trying to come up with some witty comeback—which, yeah, I like those too.
“No, I’m hungry. For food. Maggie brought me Taco Bell, but I didn’t eat enough all day. And then, you know, sex.”
A deep laugh comes from my chest. I dig my fingers into Darcy’s side and she squeals. “You weren’t the one fighting for your life on top, boss. ‘Faster, Jake,’ while I was already pounding the hell out of you.”
She gasps and slaps my pec. “Are you critiquing my sex performance? You didn’t seem to be complaining at the time.”
“Absolutely not. You’re an angel.”
She flicks my bedside lamp on. “I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me. Guess I’ll have to steal a shirt and eat everything out of your pantry.”
A very much naked Darcy tiptoes to my dresser like she’s a cartoon burglar, glancing over her shoulder to bait me.
“What’s mine is yours, boss. If you think that’s going to be revenge, you are wrong.”
She pulls a plain white t-shirt over her head, and, with one last mischievous look, grabs one of my cowboy hats and runs for the kitchen.
I tuck a condom and her bullet vibrator in the side of my boxer briefs and take off after her, catching her around the waist in the hallway and kissing her neck. “If you want me to chase you, I’ll run till my legs give out.”
Darcy swoons. “God, quit being so cute. How am I supposed to survive this? How will I move on after this summer?”
She freezes in my arms. It’s the thing that hangs in the air: something this remarkable just being a summer fling. I think it could end up being more than that, but we can’t agonize over it.
I turn her, putting my hands on her shoulders. She has to cock her head back extra to look at me since she’s wearing my Stetson. “We either put down roots or we float away on the breeze.”
Her gaze is fixed on the tattoo over my heart. “So much for running till your legs give out.”
I run my hands down her arms. “Only if you want to be chased.”
She nods, sucking a breath through her nose. “Do you have graham crackers?”
We break into our pantry, and I make note of what she takes of Caleb’s so I can replace it. We sit on the kitchen floor, passing bags of candy, chips, and crackers between us.
Darcy breaks our silence. “Hell of a day.”
I look her over, trying to figure her out. “You alright after all that?”
She twists her lips, inspecting the chip she’s about to put in her mouth. “As alright as you can be, I guess. Good closure. I know I deserve more than what he’s offering.”
I pop a Nerds gummy in my mouth. “What do you want?”
Her eyes pass over the bags and packages surrounding us, at my nearly-naked form, and her gaze softens. I hope that look means she wants me.
She sucks her teeth like she’s got a gummy candy stuck in them. She changes the subject.
“I started writing again today. Before all that.”
“Fanfic?” I ask, and she shoots me a look I’ve seen many times on her before: the are you fucking with me look.
“Not this time,” she says. “More serious. A story that just came to me.”
“What about?”
She looks wistful. “Ghosts.”
My lips quirk up as it becomes apparent that she’s not telling me more than that. “Hope I get to read it someday.”
Her smile is wry. “Me too. Hand me the knockoff Swedish Fish.”
I gasp, clutching the bag to my chest. “Knockoff is an insult! They’re better than Swedish Fish. More tender and delicious. I import these from Virginia. Buy a gross number of bags when I visit. The store hates to see me coming.”
I drink in her features as she snatches the bag from me. My t-shirt does nothing to cover her bare ass, her legs folded under her. My hat’s on her head, darkening her eyes and bringing some sense of order to those messy curls.
Well, they’re not usually messy, but I messed ‘em up pretty good earlier.
Darcy grins and crawls the few paces between us, straddling me.
“Oh, hello,” I say. “Got a pretty girl in my lap.”
She opens the bag of gummy sea creatures and puts a lobster between her teeth, offering it to me.
“Ooh, sexy,” I laugh. When I go to bite it out of her mouth, our noses touch. “Here, let me do one.”
I put a little blue dolphin between my lips. Darcy runs her tongue over it before she eats it.
“Asking for trouble,” I warn. “I love this side of you, though. You’re more relaxed than I’ve seen you all summer.”
Darcy rubs her lips together and licks them. “Well, I did get properly fucked.” We laugh and she passes her thumb over where I got punched on my cheek. The bruise hurts, but her touch is tender. “And I don’t know. Today, yesterday, whenever all that shit went down, it was tough, but there’s some peace here on the other side of it.”
“I’m happy for you,” I say, and I mean it. “All I’ve wanted is for you to get some peace.”
“I want the same for you,” she says.
I take in the woman in front of me, the woman on me.
Even with all her confusion and chaos, she is my peace.
Darcy wraps herself around me, koala hugging me with her legs too. “Thank you. For taking a punch for me. For protecting my peace.”
I push her back, holding under her arms so my fingers caress her back. “I’d do it again, boss. Anytime.” She kisses my cheek and surrounds me once more. I nuzzle under her ear and she giggles. “I think maybe we need to do that first part again.”
She shakes her head. “Which part?”
I smirk. “The getting properly fucked part.”
Darcy lifts a brow. “On your back, cowboy.”
I shift so she straddles me on the cool linoleum floor, a crinkle sound coming from the side of my underwear. She eyes me suspiciously. “Go see what it is,” I say.
“Hmph.” She doesn’t do that at all, resting the heels of her hands on my shoulders to hold me down and grinding on top of me. A “fuck” escapes me and Darcy just smiles. “That feel good?”
My hands sink into her, using my strength to help her grind exactly where I want her. “Fuck yeah, it does. You’re perfect.”
Darcy plucks at the waistband on my underwear. “What could be under here? Do these things have pockets?” She unveils my erect cock and puts her hands on her cheeks. “Mr. Warren! What is this?”
She’s being so stupid but I love it, chuckling at her. “That’s not the surprise.”
Her thumb smears precum over the head and I shudder.
“You sure?” she asks, all high-pitched and innocent.
“Keep looking,” I grunt. “Before I die, please find it.”
She lifts higher on her knees so she can pull down my boxer briefs, and the condom and vibrator fall out. She gasps and I can’t stop smiling at her. “Told you I’d take care of you from now on.”
Her eyes round and go watery, and I had no idea providing protection could elicit such a reaction. She lunges for my face, covering me in kisses. “That is so,” kiss, “fucking,” another kiss, “hot,” two kisses.
She shifts down my body, her wet pussy dragging against my leg. She works me in her hand before worshiping me: bobbing her head, licking up my shaft, giving it sweet kisses. “I’m too close,” I warn her. “If you want to thank me, you could save a horse.”
Darcy cracks up. “Ride a cowboy?” She takes my hand and pulls it between her legs, letting me feel how wet soaked is.
“You are so fucking sexy.”
She straddles me, her pussy lined up with my cock, riding that thick ridge underneath it. She watches where we meet, not even inside her. I’m already struggling when she looks at me so earnestly. “I want you raw, Daddy.”
“Oh, Christ,” I breathe, tightening my core to try to gain control. “You really meant that thing you said last time, didn’t you?”
“What thing?” she asks. She lowers to my ear, tugging my earlobe in her teeth.
My fingertips dig into her ass and I could cry from the simultaneous need for release and more torture. “About wanting my cum. You want me to . . . breed you? Are you into that?”
Darcy’s laugh is warm and throaty, and my stomach is a mess where precum smears every time she grinds on me. This woman could actually kill me with how sexy she is. “I’m into having every part of you. I want you to make a mess of me. I want you running down my thighs.”
I raise and drop my head on the linoleum, frantic from her filthy mouth. “Why were we being careful? Was it a good good reason or just a medium good reason?”
“I haven’t been tested,” Darcy groans.
I slap the floor blindly until I find the condom wrapper, tearing at it with shaking hands. “I’m just doing this now so you won’t freak out and stay up all night feeling guilty about something you probably don’t even have. If I don’t do it right this second, I’ll be giving you what you asked for.”
She kisses my neck while I roll on the condom. “So responsible, Daddy,” she hums in my ear.
This game is turning torturous. “Sit on my cock right fucking now.”
Darcy lines us up and sinks down on me, the delicious sensation zipping through me. Her head falls back and she cups her breasts through the t-shirt when she rocks her hips on me.
“Show off for me, baby,” I breathe. “You’re doing such a good job.”
My hands follow hers on a trail over her body, learning the spots that are most sensitive for her. Our hands track all over her torso, under her breasts, to her sacrum, to her clit where I rub slow circles with my thumb. I fill my hands with her ass, fingertips creeping closer to her tight hole. I raise my eyebrows at her. “Okay?”
“Fuck yeah,” she says, lifting the bottom of my borrowed shirt above her tits while I spit on my fingers. I watch her breasts move and bounce with her motions on me. She sandwiches the vibrator between us, her eyes rolling back again.
“You are so pretty riding my cock, Darcy.”
She moans extra loud when my wet fingertip brushes her asshole. “You make me feel so good,” she cries out.
I shake my head. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She lifts my shirt over her head, which knocks my borrowed hat off. She puts it back on her head, an actual dream woman riding me, naked except for my hat. She dips to kiss me, and we settle into a rhythm with me thrusting from below and her grinding on top. But the thing most notable is our unflinching eye contact. “I feel—” she says.
I nod. “Attagirl. Take it. It’s yours.”
She holds her breath, her brow knitting. “I’m afraid I won’t get it.”
“Just enjoy the ride. Use me. Don’t worry how it looks. You’re beautiful.”
She giggles, her eyes shutting again. “You really are a daddy, you know that? Anybody else call you that?”
I smirk. “Just you. Daddy’s perfect little slut.”
Darcy visibly relaxes and it’s the permission she needs to let go. She seals me into a kiss and pulls away to cry out against my lips. There’s no feeling like it, knowing it’s not easy for her to get off, so every orgasm is a victory worth celebrating. And what better way to celebrate than to give her the present she wants most? “You still want me to breed you, baby?”
Her eyes fly open. “Yes. Please.”
I flip us so she’s on her back, pulling out of her and removing my condom. The cowboy hat falls off her head, band up on the floor above her head. “Spread your legs for me.”
She does, and my gaze fixes on her pussy, my opposite hand on her lower belly and working her clit while I jerk myself. She arches her back and I take in her breasts, her face, her pussy. “Fucking gorgeous, Darcy. This is all for you. You got me this hot.”
My balls tighten and I curl my toes as the first spurt leaves me. I paint her pussy with my release, still pulsing when I drag my fingers through it and shove them into her pussy. Bit by bit, I push that part of myself inside her, little trails spilling back out. I shake my head, looking at the beauty that is us together. I smile wide. “You wanted to be my cum slut? I got it for you.”
Darcy doesn’t just smile—she beams. I love how something this raw, this vulnerable makes her so happy.
When I’m satisfied with my work, I put my fingers to her lips, where she licks me clean.
I brace myself over her, brushing a gentle kiss to her reddened lips. “That’s my good girl.”
Darcy squirms and squeezes her thighs together, fingers drifting to her clit again. “Stop, you’re going to make me ride you all night at this rate.”
I turn her to her hip and slap her ass. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
* ? Wollerpuss: one who wallows or wollers