14. Callum
14
CALLUM
H er hands pressed into my thighs, dangerously close to the arousal that was already growing between my legs. Her mouth was warm, and I tasted wine on her tongue as she pressed against me, eager for more. My palm was on her breast, but the fabric of her T-shirt and bra wasn’t giving me the access I needed.
Darcy seemed desperate for me, her mouth hard against mine, and I was shocked by how eager she seemed, how ready. Not that I should be surprised. We had spent the whole meal stealing glances at each other, both silently wondering what the night would bring. There was something so sexy about her dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt, as if I had a glimpse of the true Darcy, not the professional facade she put on at the office.
And now she was across from me, practically begging me to give her more. And I wasn’t about to disappoint her.
“Come upstairs,” she said, and I felt my length press harder against my jeans.
“After you,” I said. She stood up, and I instantly missed those hands on my thighs. But then I saw her heading for the stairs, and I followed close behind. I couldn’t keep myself from reaching out to cup her butt through those sweatpants as she walked a few steps ahead of me. And I was delighted when she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me, clearly enjoying my attention.
Her room was small and neat, like the rest of the house, and it was only a few steps before we tumbled to the bed, Darcy pulling me on top of her. I found her mouth and pressed my hips against her, straining against my jeans. I wanted to feel more of her, and I stood up to pull those sweatpants off her, leaving her in her T-shirt and underwear—an adorable sight. She looked at me with anticipation as I brought my hands to my belt and slowly undid it. Suddenly she was off the bed, her hands at my waist, pushing my own hands away. She undid the button of my jeans and the zipper, her eyes on mine.
Then she pushed down my jeans, leaving me in my briefs just as I had done with her. I stepped out of the pants and felt Darcy’s hand at the bulge of my underwear, gently rubbing. I pushed her back toward the bed where we fell back again, my mouth on hers even as I pressed my hardness between her legs. Only thin layers of fabric stood between us, and I groaned as I felt how ready she was for me. Her hands moved up the back of my arms as I crushed my mouth into hers, pressing my tongue into her mouth. She yanked at my shirt, and I pulled it over my head and threw it to the floor.
“Roll over,” Darcy whispered, and I couldn’t obey fast enough, flipping over to my back. I thought she would straddle me, but instead she kissed down my chest, and suddenly her mouth was lower, kissing down toward my length.
“God, yes,” I groaned, looking down at her as I felt tightness build low in my stomach. She bit her bottom lip, a slight moment of hesitation, but then her fingers ran along the waistband of my shorts, and she freed me. There was a mischievous expression on her face as she took in what stood tall in front of her. A second later her tongue was warm and soft against me, and I groaned again, trying to keep myself still. I was rewarded with the warmth of her lips enveloping me, and I felt waves of pleasure as she pressed me deeper into her mouth.
It was all I could do not to push myself further into her. But I wanted Darcy to set the pace, and I forced myself to sit still while she began a gentle rhythm. I watched as she moved up and down, nearly holding my breath as she got deeper with each pass. Her tongue worked against me even as her lips squeezed tighter, and suddenly her hand was there too. I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from calling out as new sensations threatened to undo me.
“That’s amazing,” I said to her, and she picked up her pace. My eyes closed in the pleasure of it all, but then I felt a shock of pain as I squeezed my bruised eye too tightly. I must have jumped, because Darcy pulled away, a question in her eyes.
“Are you alright?” she asked. I was fixated on those pink and shiny lips, wanting them back where they had come from. But I didn’t like that confusion in her eyes. And besides, I needed to feel more of her.
“Come here,” I said. I pulled her arm to bring her face back up to my own and kissed her long and deep. My erection pressed against her stomach, and I brought my hand up beneath her shirt to finally push aside her bra and feel the hard nub of her nipple. She moaned into my mouth, and I felt her hand reach down to wrap around me. I circled her nipple with my finger, remembering how much she enjoyed it the last time we did this.
“Don’t stop,” Darcy begged, and I moved my hand to her other breast. My hips were pressing up, eager for more, and I felt Darcy rubbing herself against me. I watched small waves of pleasure pass through her as she teased herself with my length. She sat up on her knees, giving herself some distance, and then pulled her shirt over her head. I was delighted when she reached around to undo her bra. I couldn’t keep myself from sitting up to meet her and wrapping my lips around her waiting breast.
Darcy held my head to her chest, her hands lost in my hair. She cried out when my teeth pulled her nipple, and I felt another wave of pleasure crash through her body. She pushed my chest back down to the bed and she wrapped her hand around me again before guiding me to her opening. I kept my eyes on her as she looked down at me and felt her press aside her underwear, until I finally felt the warm wetness of her skin against me.
“I wanted this the second I saw you dripping wet in that entryway,” I told her. “I wanted to rip off all your clothes and take you right there.”
“I wanted you too,” she said, a glint in her eye, and then she pressed her hips down fast. I couldn’t speak as I felt her surrounding me. She moved down recklessly, pressing me as deep as she could, before lifting back up. My hips lifted to meet hers as she came down again, and we found a rhythm that had our hips crashing together. My hands were on her legs, guiding her up and down as I felt pressure building.
I watched her bounce on top of me, her mouth a round O of pleasure, and brought my hands back to her breasts, eager to bring her release. Darcy groaned as I touched her, and I was delighted to see her hand reach down between her legs. I grew even harder as I watched her touch herself as I moved my length in and out of her. Her breath quickened, and I saw her fingers move faster.
“Keep going,” she begged. She fell forward onto her elbow, one hand still working between our bodies as I pressed my hips up with force. I was getting close, but I wanted Darcy to find pleasure as well, so I held back as much as I could while her fingers worked, bringing her closer to completion.
“I’m close,” Darcy whispered in my ear, and I almost lost control myself, but I pulled it back. I worked to keep the same rhythm, eager to help her, and suddenly she was shaking over me, her muscles squeezing tight around my erection as she crashed into her pleasure. She cried out, and it was too much for me. I quickly rolled her hips off me as I found my own release and let out a deep growl of ecstasy. I shuddered with each wave of pleasure until I lay still, trying to catch my breath.
We laid still in the darkness of the room. It was only now that I realized we hadn’t turned on any lights. It was late now, and the air outside Darcy’s windows was dark and quiet. The rain still fell hard and fast, and it was the only sound in the room other than our labored breathing. I reached over to feel Darcy’s arm next to mine and I pulled her to me, happy when her head rested on my chest. Her bare chest pressed into my own and I delighted in the warmth I felt as our breathing became in sync.
“I didn’t expect that,” I said. My voice sounded strange in the quiet of the room.
“Me neither,” Darcy said. “But I’m glad you came over.” I was pleased by the words. They were an affirmation that maybe Darcy’s feelings for me were changing a bit. Earlier today, when she was begrudgingly showing me warehouses and old garages, I was ready to give up on any hope of a relationship with her. But after tonight, I couldn’t help wondering if something had changed.
This morning, I had set out to make Darcy see the real me. After spending the day together, I think she was starting to see me for who I was. I thought back to our conversation over dinner. Where we had talked about how hard it was to have so much attention on me. Where Darcy had admitted she would never be able to live like that. It felt like she was starting to understand a little bit about the man underneath the facade of the rock star.
“I’m glad you invited me,” I said. “But just so you know, I didn’t expect it. That’s not why I bought you dinner.” I ran my hand through Darcy’s hair and found it was still damp from the rain earlier today.
“ Sure it wasn’t,” Darcy said, teasing me. “You’re telling me it never crossed your mind?”
“I didn’t say that!” I laughed with her. “My mind has been through a lot of fantasies after last night. But I didn’t let myself hope. I wasn’t expecting anything.”
“Fantasies, huh?” Darcy asked, and I heard the interest in her voice.
“Umm-hmm,” I said, feeling a stir deep in my stomach. “One of them’s no longer a fantasy, though.”
“Oh really?” Darcy asked. “Which one?”
“Let’s just say it had something to do with that adorable mouth of yours.”
I could almost feel Darcy’s body flush at the words, and she slipped a leg over my own, pressing herself against my hip.
“You know,” Darcy said, running a hand up and down my chest. “It’s still raining hard out there.”
“It is,” I said. I felt both aroused and sleepy, pulled between a desire to embrace all those beautiful curves of Darcy’s body and a need to slip off into rest after a day filled with ups and downs.
“It might not be safe to drive.”
They were exactly the words I was hoping to hear, and I smiled as I heard them.
“You’re right,” I agreed. “It would probably be a bad idea to go home.”
With an agreement between us, Darcy shifted to kick the covers of the bed down so we could climb under them. I settled into Darcy’s bed and felt her body settle in against me, her leg comfortably around my own and her head back to my shoulder. I gave in to the calming sound of rain falling outside and the warm feel of Darcy beside me.