Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
RIDGE
D arcy shifts her weight, crawling up my body until her perfectly pink, wet pussy is hovering over my face. She grabs onto the edge of the headboard to balance herself as she positions her knees on either side of my head. Waiting for her to lower herself down is like torture.
I arch upward, licking at her sweet center when I can’t wait any longer. She yelps, surprised by the sudden sensation.
“I’m losing my patience, Darcy,” I groan through my teeth. Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pull her down toward me and hold her in place as I take her cunt into my mouth, sucking and licking as she cries out.
At first, she tries to hover over me, not giving me her full weight. But I dig my fingers into her inner thighs, flicking my tongue against her clit until she gives in and sits. I switch to cupping her ass and bury my tongue inside her. Guiding her movements, I rock her against me over and over again, lapping at her wetness, swallowing her sweet taste.
After a few minutes, she begins to move on her own. It always takes women a moment to find their confidence. I suspect it’s after they’ve been overtaken with enough pleasure that they can stop overthinking everything. But I’m a patient man. I don’t rush the process.
She uses her grip on the headboard to rock herself back and forth against my tongue and finds a steady rhythm. It’s slow and deliberate, one that means she’s concentrated on the journey and isn’t quick to rush to the destination. And I fucking like that.
My fingertips graze the skin of her stomach, over her ribs, beneath her tits, and find their way to her nipples. I roll them between my thumb and index finger, tugging gently. Her body reacts just like I hoped it would, her back arching as she thrusts her tit into my palm. It’s a silent plea for more. More touching. More pleasure. More of this. Of us.
She’s taking what she needs, what she wants. Her pace quickens as she grinds down against my open and wanting mouth. I lick and suck, fucking her with my tongue. I’m giving her everything, all of me.
I can feel the moment she begins to climb, a frenzied edge to her movements. And I push harder, grip her tighter, hold her in place as I thrust upward. I take her clit into my mouth and suck, refusing to let her shift away from the sensation.
“Ridge,” she says, practically panting. “I’m going to come. Oh my god…”
I grip her tighter, silently begging for her release. Her body begins to quiver and shake, and then she comes undone. Her thighs tighten around me as her pussy clenches in my mouth. I hold on for the ride, her bucking and jerking. I cradle her as an orgasm thunders throughout her body.When she’s finally spent, she collapses forward, and I guide her down to lie beside me. I wrap my arm around her as she presses her cheek to my chest and wraps her arm over my stomach.
Darcy takes short, ragged breaths that mirror my own. My heart is pounding so hard, I’m sure she can feel it. I lick the taste of her from my lips, running a hand over my beard. Her wetness is all over me and I fucking love it.
“Jesus… fuck…” she says between breaths. “I’ve, um, never done that before.”
I panic for a moment. “Had an orgasm?”
She laughs. “No, I’ve done that. But I haven’t ever, um… that position…”
“You’ve never ridden a face?” I ask, shocked.
Darcy bites her bottom lip, nodding bashfully.
“Good.”
“Why is that good?” she asks.
“Because now it will remind you of me,” I say. “Plus, I’d be too jealous.”
“Jealous?” She laughs. “You don’t strike me as the type.”
I shrug. “What can I say? I don’t like sharing.”
She giggles again and it’s so infectious, I laugh a little too.
I lean down and kiss her forehead. She looks up at me. Her eyes are liquid pools of lust and content. She looks sated and there’s a sense of pride associated with being responsible for that.
We lie there for several silent minutes and soak it in, this feeling of contentment. Darcy rolls up on her elbows, a playful look in her eyes.
“Now we have to do something for you,” she says. “I can’t be the only one who comes.”
Her hand travels down over my chest and stomach, then over the bulge beneath my underwear.
I groan. “Honey,” I say, sucking in a breath. “I didn’t bring condoms. I wasn’t exactly planning on this.”
She narrows her eyes at me, mischief woven into her expression. Her hand is still rubbing against my shaft. My body arches toward her.
“Well, you used your mouth,” she says, moving her hand to hook into the elastic band. “So I can use mine.”
Darcy lifts to her knees, moving to between my legs. She helps me tug my underwear down and off, then discards them to the floor.
“Wow,” she says, looking down at me. Her eyes are wide with surprise.
“What?” I ask nervously. I look down at myself, suddenly worried I’ve forgotten about some hideous growth.
“It’s so”—she gulps—“large.”
I blink. Oh my god. I cover my eyes with my hand, unable to stop the smile that crosses my lips.
“Stop it,” I say.
“No, seriously. You’re not even fully erect. Where am I supposed to put this?”
I wish I could say I was legitimately embarrassed, but I feel nothing but pride. I feel eight feet tall and bulletproof in this moment.
My hand moves down to my shaft, and I pump it a few times as I make eye contact with her. She licks her lips, despite the teasing.
“Make sure Lyric does my makeup well when she preps my body,” she says.
“What?” I laugh.
“You know, because I’ll die when you dick me down.”
I’m unable to control the laughter now. I’ve never had this kind of fun during any sexual act. After a moment, things settle back down and she pins me with a heated expression. Her hand replaces mine on my shaft as she lowers herself between my legs, getting into the exact right position to take me into her mouth.
She looks up at me as she flattens her tongue against the sensitive spot at the head, slowly licking in an upward direction.
“Oh, fuck.” I throw my head back and close my eyes, concentrating on the pleasure, every point of connection where her body and mouth meet mine.
She sucks me in, wrapping her lips around me and I groan.
“Your mouth feels so good. Fuck, honey.”
She uses one hand at the base of my shaft to pump me as she flicks her tongue and sucks then flicks again.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper through gritted teeth. “You take my cock so well.”
My words of encouragement seem to excite her, as she quickens her pace. Each time I speak, she becomes more eager, more determined to please me.
The intensity builds and my legs begin to quiver. I can feel my release on the horizon. She’s incredible. Every touch. Every lick. Every suck.
“I’m going to come,” I warn, but she makes no move that indicates I should stop. My eyes roll back as I give myself over to the sensation. She cups my balls in her free hand, and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
I spill into her mouth, my hips jerking against her. She holds on,swallowing all of me down. The intensity of her suctions softens as she releases her grip. Fuck, that was amazing.
When she curls herself up next to me again, her head lying on my chest where it was before, I wrap my arms tightly around her.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before either, because I refuse to believe you.”
She laughs, shaking her head. “Next subject.”
“Blood hasn’t returned to my brain yet,” I say. “You’ll have to wait until I have proper flow again.”
“Actually,” she says slowly. “I do think we should discuss, um, what the hell? You know? Because what the hell?”
She doesn’t have to explain what she means, not specifically. It’s pretty obvious she’s asking what the hell just happened between us. Why the hell I just kicked things up fifty notches. I was never one for baby steps, though.
“Fair point,” I say, rolling her from my chest so I can lift myself onto my elbow and get a good look at her. “I suppose I owe you a bit of an explanation.”
“It would be helpful,” she says.
“The truth is, Darcy, I have been attracted to you since the moment you stepped into my office for your interview. And I didn’t say anything because I really needed a nanny. That was most important.” I pause, inhaling deeply as I let that sink in. “But god help me, I tried to remain professional. I tried to ignore what I was feeling, my attraction to you. I couldn’t afford to lose the only nanny worth a damn.”
She doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at me for what feels like a long time. It’s a moment that stretches out over the expanse of this hotel bed. She exhales, and with it, an audible sigh fills the space between us. Maybe I shouldn’t have said any of that.
“The first time I met you, I mentally undressed you and imagined coloring in your tattoos likeyour body was my own personal sexy coloring book,” she says, never breaking eye contact.
I burst with laughter, relief washing over me. I can honestly say I’ve never had a woman want to use me as a coloring book. At least none of them have said it out loud. But that’s one of the reasons I like Darcy. Over the past weeks, she’s shown me time and again that she’ll say the things others only think.
“So, I don’t want to sound too much like a girl,” she says, shifting her weight on the bed, “but was this a one-time-get-it-out-of-your-system thing? Which is fine, if so. Or is this like… the start of something?”
I study her face closely. She’s pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, something she does when she’s nervous.
“It would really be fine with you if this was a one-time whatever you called it? Meaning not to be repeated?”
“Fine is a strong word.” She smiles as she looks away.
I tilt her chin back toward me, forcing her to look at me once more. Even in the dim light of the room, she can’t hide how she truly feels. Her soft features show worry, a nervousness that’s too big to contain.
“Honey,” I whisper, gently running my fingertips over the exposed skin of her collarbone. “If I thought I might be able to bang out this attraction I have to you, if it were only a skin-deep fixation, I might’ve been able to continue controlling myself. I wouldn’t have risked our peaceful dynamic for something so superficial.”
Darcy lunges forward, capturing my mouth. She presses soft kisses to my lips and cheeks and jawline. I return the gesture, peppering her mouth and cheek, down her neck. Inhaling her scent, I bite at her clavicle.
“I don’t think we should tell Lou, though,” she says, pulling back. “Not yet. Not until we know what this is. I wouldn’t want her caught up in it if things don’t work out.”
If I have my way, that’s not going to be the case. Maybe it’s crazy to say it or even think it. Maybe I should wait a while before drawing conclusions. I can’t pretend to know how this plays out.
But I want her. I want Darcy. She’s right, Lou doesn’t need to know right now. The pressures of forming a connection with someone are already tough without kids. I’ve never done this, navigated dating and parenting. I’ve been a parent who—for a weekend here and there—hooked up with someone never to be seen again.
Darcy marks the first woman I’ve actually wanted to date in a traditional sense. Her role as Lou’s nanny doesn’t have to change right now. There can be a bit of separation between that and what’s developing here.
It’s like I said before when she was riding my face. I’m a patient man.