Chapter 20 #2
“I want you…” She scratched her nails firmly down Darcy’s spine, until she reached that world-class ass, perfect for her to take a handful.
She used her grip to tug Darcy tighter against her.
“To fuck me.” She tilted her head back into her pillow enough to look into Darcy’s eyes, nailing her with a serious stare. “And when I say fuck me, I mean it.”
She felt Darcy’s tremulous exhale on her lips. “Yes, ma’am,” Darcy breathed out. Somewhat joking, somewhat not.
Juliet arched against her, restlessly. Restless to be filled, restless to work out this fucking energy coursing through her.
Her breath caught and held in her lungs when Darcy shifted up onto her knees, and she had to take a second to just… look at her.
At the vision of Darcy Kincaid, her blonde hair tied messily back into a long ponytail, entirely naked save for the strap she was going to use to make Juliet forget about her problems. Her tits heaved with every deep breath she took, her hard nipples making Juliet’s mouth water.
Later. Most definitely… later.
Darcy slid her hands down Juliet’s torso slowly, cupping her breasts and flicking her thumbs over her hard, aching nipples. So sensitive, she couldn’t help herself from jerking, rocking hard down into Darcy.
A smile flashed across Darcy’s face, before she continued down Juliet’s body. Mapping over her stomach, her hips, and then moving her hands down the outside of Juliet’s thighs. She then slid under and gripped, tugging Juliet a few inches down and spreading her legs obscenely wide.
Juliet pressed her head back, a groan escaping her, before she ordered, “Darcy? Fuck. Me. Now.”
Darcy reached down, holding herself in place as she traced the strap over Juliet’s clit. Coating the tip with how soaked she was after Darcy had diligently gone down on her.
She rolled down into it, her heart rate ticking up higher as she dug her teeth into her bottom lip. Then she slapped her hands down onto the mattress as Darcy slid two fingers all of the way inside of her. Slowly but surely, meeting no resistance.
“Just making sure you’re wet enough to take me,” Darcy murmured, sliding her fingers in and out a few times. She pressed her other hand low on Juliet’s stomach, just below her bellybutton.
“I am,” she managed, not sounding nearly as demanding as she wanted to right now.
But she needed this. She fucking needed it. She’d needed it all day. She’d needed it since the second she’d had the call with Thomas, Harrison as a silent third party. Meddling in her schedule, in her life.
“I can feel that,” Darcy confirmed, drawing her fingers out, sliding them down the silicone shaft.
Always so damn thoughtful, even when Juliet told her that she simply wanted to be taken.
Before her impatience either snapped out in a demand or escaped her in a keening whine – either was a possibility – Darcy pressed the blunt tip of the strap against her and pushed.
Juliet took the first few inches, hissing out a breath. It was a stretch, but it was a good stretch. Exactly what she’d wanted, what she’d had in mind.
When she took in a deep, panting breath, she could feel Darcy pause, and she snapped her eyes wide open, locking onto Darcy’s. “Do not stop,” she ordered, even if it was a little breathless. “Keep going.”
Darcy nodded, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she rolled her hips forward. She followed Juliet’s demand, not stopping at all but moving slowly, until she was fully seated inside of Juliet.
Her eyes tightly closed, her mouth dropping open. One of her hands reached out, grabbing at Darcy’s thigh, which was wedged under her own, digging her nails in. Leaving little marks that would thrill her when she noticed them when this was all over.
“That’s it,” she gasped. “That’s it.”
She allowed Darcy to stay paused for another few seconds, adjusting. But only for a few seconds.
“What did I say, Darcy?” She asked, tension laced through her voice the way it was laced through her body, like her orgasm was a snake poised for attack. Coiling. Waiting.
A shout clawed from the back of her throat when Darcy did precisely what Juliet had said: she fucked her.
Darcy pulled nearly all of the way out, before slamming back in. The force, the speed, stole Juliet’s breath, and – yes. Yes.
“Yes!” She cried out, rolling her hips up to meet Darcy’s with every thrust.
The sound of Darcy’s hips slapping against hers became music to her ears, and she dug her nails harder into her thigh.
“Come on. Give it to me,” she urged, darkly, opening her eyes to aim a defiant stare up at her. “I know you can fuck me harder.”
Darcy rose to the challenge, just as Juliet knew she would.
Her body sang with it, with Darcy’s rough, demanding thrusts into her. Underneath it all was Juliet’s desperation.
She needed this, she needed this, she needed this.
She was reaching for her orgasm, feeling it constantly out of her grasp. Feeling it build to the point that she was tingling in her lower stomach, at the bottom of her spine, her thigh was twitching… but she couldn’t get there.
Juliet had no clue how long Darcy had been fucking her, unwavering. All she knew was that she couldn’t fucking come, and she wanted to so damn badly.
“Juliet,” Darcy started, breathing heavily, as her hips slowed down. Didn’t stop, but slowed. “You don’t have to come. It’s okay–”
She snapped her eyes open, feeling herself alight inside. “I am going to come,” she insisted, forcefully. The full force of this – this frustration inside of her wasn’t directed at Darcy, but at herself. “Do you need a break?”
Darcy snapped her hips harder, and they both groaned, long and low. “No. Not if this is what you need.”
She hadn’t said that, had she? Had she told Darcy she needed this?
Juliet couldn’t fucking recall at this point.
She couldn’t think logically, normally, at all.
All she could think about was coming. All she could think about was having control over this.
If she had no control over other things, she could control this at the very least.
With that, she tilted her head back, a renewed determination thrumming through her.
“Our sex life works to shut your brain down,” she gasped through the words. Her eyebrows tightly furrowed, annoyance zapping through her and mingling with the thrumming, coiling heat. “I need that tonight, too.”
She hadn’t needed like this with Darcy before. When it came to sex and only sex, yes. But not because of something else going on in her life. She’d never needed Darcy to fuck reality away from her.
But she did right now. She needed Darcy to do this for her, do this to her, do this with her, and she wasn’t going to look any deeper than that because she couldn’t.
She couldn’t think about anything right now, other than how badly she needed to come, and how it just wasn’t happening. How her orgasm was mocking her, staying right beyond her grasp.
She whined, high in the back of her throat, feeling frustrated tears sting at the backs of her eyes.
Then she felt Darcy’s hands on her hips, gripping tightly, holding her still. Juliet hadn’t even realized how sharply she’d been jerking her hips up into Darcy’s until her strong, slightly callused hands stopped her.
She panted for breath, blinking her eyes open. “Darcy, I’m serious. I need–”
“I know,” Darcy interjected, her gaze locked onto Juliet’s. There was an understanding etched into her face, one that made Juliet minutely calm. Darcy knew what she needed. Darcy’s thumbs rubbed soft circles on her hips, and she shivered from it.
“But if you need to come that badly?” Darcy’s eyes searched hers. “Then I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?”
It felt… well, slightly different than their typical.
But she was desperate. She felt like her body was one giant mass of nerve-endings, pulsing and aching.
Slowly, she nodded.
Darcy stayed still for another few beats, holding Juliet’s gaze with her own. Then Darcy brought both of her hands to Juliet’s thighs once more, and lifted them. Making it so Juliet’s feet weren’t planted on the bed, her legs spread, but instead her knees were braced up on Darcy’s shoulders.
Even without moving, the position changed the angle Darcy had inside of her.
“Oh,” Juliet softly cried out, gasping with it.
She felt – she felt Darcy even deeper inside of her, like she’d filled Juliet everywhere. She was so hyper-aware of Darcy, of the stretch of her, she couldn’t think about anything else.
Then Darcy leaned down, moving so slowly. Her eyes were glued to Juliet’s, like she was attuned to every sound she made, every expression. Like she’d be ready to stop folding Juliet like a fucking pretzel in a second.
But Juliet didn’t want her to stop. This, pushing her further and completely taking her over, was exactly what Juliet desired.
She felt the stretch in her thighs – not too much, thank you, Pilates – as her breathing hitched, trying to find the new normal as she was filled beyond what she’d ever felt before.
Her hands squabbled for purchase, before landing on Darcy’s back, pressing tightly against her.
“You’re in control, here,” Darcy’s voice was low and a little raspy against her ear, but affirming.
Juliet’s thigh twitched at the words, her eyes tightly closing. “Again,” she panted, rolling her hips tightly up into Darcy’s. “Say it again.”
She could feel Darcy’s hand, the one that wasn’t braced above them, slid into her hair.
Scratching slightly at her scalp, and her entire body shuddered.
“You’re in control, Juliet. If you want anything, then I’ll give it to you.
If you want to come, I’ll make you come. Just let me give you what you need.”
She didn’t know what it was. If it was Darcy’s words or her tone or what, but she couldn’t care enough to try to pick it apart. All she could do was nod. Yes.
“Okay?” Darcy asked, quietly, moving her lips up and down Juliet’s neck.