15. Darby
Darby
When Selene kisses me, I lose all my ability to think.
I forget we’re flying miles above the earth on a jet. I’m sure she does, too, because she grabs my hair and pulls me closer.
My hand slides up her back, resting at the base of her neck. I tilt my head, deepening the kiss. Her breath hitches as my tongue brushes against hers. There’s a sweetness to her, a taste I can’t get enough of. I pull her into my lap without a second thought.
She straddles me. I can feel her heartbeat racing as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
Her fingers slide up my neck, tangling in my hair.
She keeps our kiss deepening, matching my hunger, thrusting her tongue in my mouth and pulling my hair.
I like how much she shows her need. It’s the sexiest thing ever.
This time, she leads as much as I do, unlike the disaster in her apartment, where she let me have her and hated me afterward.
I trace the line of her jaw with my lips, tasting her skin and breathing her in.
She tilts her head back, giving me access to her neck, and I trail kisses to her collarbone.
We kiss for a while, and I’d have been satisfied just kissing Selene all day, but then she moves further up my legs, pressing against me.
At first, I thought it was a thoughtless action, but she presses harder, rubbing against my erection.
Then I realize she’s searching for some friction. Her pussy must be aching as much as my dick is throbbing right now. I know what she wants, and I’m happy to help her.
I turn her so she’s sitting on my lap with her back to me. I slide my hand down her body and ease it between her jeans and the fabric of her wet panties.
She cries out. “Shit.”
I slide her panties to the side so I can feel the wet lips of her cunt.
I love the way her soft skin feels against my hand.
When I find her clit, I muffle her cries with my free hand, kissing her neck as I circle the sensitive nub.
Her hips grind against my hand as I push two fingers deep inside her.
God, I can feel how tight she is.
I know how much she’s been through in the last eight years, raising her son alone and working long hours to make ends meet. Maybe she hasn’t had a man in a long time.
The thought excites me as we stand so I can feel her better and pump my fingers faster.
I drop my hand from her mouth. I don’t care about her being too loud anymore.
I’m too far gone myself. I slip my hand under her shirt, pull her bra down, and start playing with her nipples.
My thumb circles her clit while my fingers perform their magic.
She reaches back, grabs my butt, and pulls me hard against her.
Within a few seconds, she’s thrashing in my arms and bucking against my hard cock as she loses herself in her orgasm.
I almost come right then. I need to slow this down.
As her juices drip onto my fingers, I slowly pull them out of her pussy. I bring them to my mouth, licking them hungrily. I turn her face and kiss her so we can share the taste.
She turns to me, loosens my belt, unzips my pants, pulls down my briefs, and, just as she starts stroking me, her phone rings, piercing the air. I groan so loudly that I’m sure the whole crew heard.
Note to self: Next time you want to kiss Selene, make sure all gadgets are properly turned off.
She reaches for her phone. “Mom!” Leo's voice comes through the phone. “Uncle Jake said the call won’t go through. But it did!”
I can picture the smile on his cute face. “Guess what?”
Selene laughs, wiping sweat off her forehead. I can see that her heart is still racing from the color of her neck. “What?”
“I’m having chocolate-mint ice cream! Uncle Jake bought it for me on the way home from work.”
“You’re living the life, huh?” she teases. “At this rate, you won’t miss me at all.”
“No, Mom. I’m eating it so I don’t miss you so much.”
I laugh, and Selene turns her head toward me, her eyes twinkling. The kid is a natural comedian. I’m about to stand and give them privacy, but Leo’s next words stop me.
“Is Mr. Darby there too?”
Selene glances at me and raises her eyebrows. I nod and reach for the phone.
“Hey, buddy,” I say, shifting to get comfortable. The screen shows Leo sitting at the kitchen counter, a giant bowl of chocolate-mint ice cream in front of him. “Chocolate mint, huh? That’s my favorite.”
Leo’s eyes light up. “Mine too! Mom says it’s a weird flavor, but she’s wrong.”
I laugh. “She’s definitely wrong.”
Selene playfully rolls her eyes.
“I can’t have strawberry ice cream, though, because I’m allergic,” Leo continues.
I blink. The words hit me. “You’re...allergic to strawberries?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Yep,” Leo says, licking his spoon. “They make my tongue itchy and my throat swell up.”
I swallow hard, forcing a smile. “Same here. Strawberries and I don’t get along.”
For a split second, an absurd thought flashes through my mind: the resemblance, the allergy, the jokes. But I shove the thought aside.
Selene shifts uncomfortably in her seat. I frown and return my attention to the screen. “Alright, buddy. Talk to your mom. I’m not sure how long this connection will last.”
I wave to him and hand her the phone. As I head toward the back of the jet, I can’t shake the feeling that Leo’s presence does something to me.
There’s a warmth in my chest I haven’t felt in years.
I’ve built my life around shallow connections, business deals, and fleeting moments of satisfaction. But talking to Leo and seeing Selene laugh makes me realize I want more.
I’m just sitting down in the private room when the door opens, and Selene steps inside.
“What’s wrong?” I ask when I see her face.
She exhales and runs a hand through her hair. “I think I might need to go back to the city.”
My chest tightens. “Why? Did something happen with Leo?”
Her eyes widen, and she quickly shakes her head. “No, no. Leo’s fine.”
Relief crashes over me. “Then what is it?”
“I grabbed the wrong suitcase while rushing to your car.” She lets out a laugh that’s more frustration than humor. “I don’t have clothes, makeup, or…anything.”
I laugh, and she glares at me, but taking her seriously is hard when she’s pouting. “That’s it?” I say. “I thought it was something serious.”
“It is serious, Darby! I can’t attend this conference wearing the same jeans and shirt for the rest of the week.”
I smirk and toss the pillow aside. “It’s not a problem. We can handle it.”
She sits up straighter. “Darby, I’m not letting you—”
I hold up a hand, cutting her off. “Think about it. Going back will probably cost more than just buying what you need here. Once we land, we’ll go shopping.”
She opens her mouth to argue but closes it again, realizing I’m right. Instead, she mutters under her breath and looks out the window, the corner of her mouth twitching as if trying not to smile.
Now that we are alone again, I’m ready to continue where we left off. But it’s not to be. The pilot announces we will be landing soon and should take our seats.
***
When we land, I direct our driver toward a popular high-end boutique I know. We are greeted with a flourish of attention and guided to her section. I welcome the plush chair.
Selene runs her fingers over the fabrics, her eyes scanning the racks. I watch as she picks out a few casual pieces—fitted jeans, a soft sweater, and a blazer. She’s being very practical. But I spot something that makes me pause.
A dress.
It’s simple but elegant, made of midnight-blue fabric that shimmers faintly under the boutique’s soft lighting. The neckline dips low, but not too low, and the dress hugs the mannequin in a way that makes me imagine exactly how it would look on her.
I grab the dress and walk over to her, holding it out with a grin. “Try this on.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Darby, I don’t need a dress.”
“Please?” I say, putting on my best pleading expression. “Just humor me. We may need to dress for dinner with my associates.”
She sighs but teases. “Fine. But only because you’re paying!”
She takes the dress from my hands and heads into the dressing room. I sit on the plush chair outside, scrolling through emails, but my attention keeps drifting to the door. A few minutes pass, and then the door opens just a crack.
Her head peeks out, and she bites her lip again, looking unsure. “Can you help me zip it up?”
I’m on my feet before she can finish the sentence. I slip into the dressing room and close the door behind me. The space is smaller than I expected. Her scent fills the air, and I feel the heat radiating off her skin.
She turns her back on me, and I freeze for a second. The dress fits her perfectly. The silky fabric clings to her curves, and her bare back is exposed, the zipper resting midway down. My fingers tremble slightly as I grip the zipper and pull it up slowly, the sound of it the only noise between us.
Her breath hitches, and she gently leans her back against my chest. My fingers graze her skin, and a shiver runs through her. My cock hardens instantly as it remembers the interruption we had on the jet. I need a release as fast as possible.
I shake my head and try to focus on her silky back, but she takes another step back, and her ass rubs against my erection. She gasps, and I grunt.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
She turns to look in the mirror, and our eyes meet. Her dark eyes trail my reflection down and settle on the bulge in my pants. For a second, she says nothing, then turns and kisses me. “Let me finish what I started,” she says in our kiss.
“Unzip me and help me pull this dress off.” I do as asked and place it on the bench.
She’s beautiful in her lace bra and panties, and I grow harder.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I back her against the dressing room wall. Her body molds against mine, and I’m drowning in her—her taste, her scent, her warmth.
My cock is weeping. I haven’t felt like this…this overwhelming need to fuck a woman so damn bad. She strokes me through my pants, then slowly pulls my zipper down. I grab her wrist.
“Selene. I need a release more than I need to breathe right now. If you’re not-”
Before I finish my statement, she’s on her knees before me. She fumbles with my belt, breathing hard as she slides my slacks and briefs to the floor.
My cock bounces out joyfully. She smiles to herself, and I exhale.
I take my cock in my hand and smear the glossy head across her lips. She looks up at me and licks her lips. Our eyes lock, and nothing else matters.
“I’m going to come hard in your mouth, Selene,” I say. It’s a statement with a question mark. I’m asking for permission, too.
In response, she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. God. This woman will be my death.
“Touch yourself, too,” I command.
Her hand slides between her panties, and her eyes close as she begins to roll her fingers over her clit. I wish I could see her beautiful pussy, but this fire still rages in my balls.
I grab a handful of her hair and guide myself inside her mouth.
My eyes close. Holy fucking hell, her mouth is perfection.
I slide out and then back, making it deep. Her dark eyes watch my every reaction.
I use both hands to grab the back of her head and push my cock deeper into her mouth.
Be quiet. Be quiet, I remind myself, but I can never be silent with her. She makes me lose all control. I barely hold back my grunts as I fuck her mouth. I build a rhythm, making her moan around me. My hands are gripping her hair with white-knuckle force, and I feel myself begin to jerk.
Fuck it, not yet.
I pull her aggressively, fucking her mouth hard, hissing with nothing but appreciation as she takes all of me.
“Good girl,” I pant. “That’s it.” I keep pumping, and the second she sucks on the head, that’s it. I muffle a grunt as my orgasm rips through me. My cock jerks, and I fill her mouth with all I’ve saved for her.
Selene struggles to swallow it all, and I tenderly wipe the hair back from her forehead as I look down at her. My heart is hammering in my chest, and she licks me up and down, making sure I watch on. No matter how many times I’ve watched her do this years ago, it’s nothing compared to now.
I drag her to her feet and kiss her deeply. I can taste my own arousal, and it sets me off again. Her hands rest on my chest, and she looks at me with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
“Darby,” she whispers after a while.
I nod, stepping back slightly, giving her space to breathe. The tension between us has reduced a little, but I know this moment isn’t over—not yet. I pull up my pants, zip up, and tighten my belt.
“I’ll be outside,” I say softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face before stepping out of the dressing room. My heart pounds in my chest, and I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
Whatever this is between us, we need to find a way to sort it out.