Chapter 23
LIZA
Melody was on the couch scrolling through her phone when we walked into the house.
I felt a little naughty. Darek and I had come up with a plan.
He would pay her while I checked on Daisie.
Then we would meet in his bedroom. We were both very worked up.
My body hummed with the anticipation of what was to come.
“She went down like a dream,” Melody said, gathering her things. “We made friendship bracelets and watched Moana for the millionth time.”
Darek pulled out his wallet and paid her, adding an extra hundred. “Thanks for staying on short notice.”
I jogged upstairs and poked my head into Daisie’s room. She was asleep, the stuffed whale I gave her tucked against her. That made me smile.
I carefully shut the door and heard footsteps running up the stairs.
“She asleep?” Darek asked.
“Yep.”
He grabbed me, pulling me against him. His mouth found mine, hungry and demanding. I melted into him, nearly toppling over in the heels. All the restraint we had shown on the beach evaporated.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he murmured against my lips.
“Then don’t stop.”
He didn’t. His hands slid down to cup my ass, lifting me slightly, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My loose skirt hiked up as my legs wrapped around his waist. I could feel his erection through his slacks rubbing against the very thin fabric of my lace panties. I groaned with pleasure.
“Oh shit,” he muttered. “Do not make me explode in my pants.”
I was so close to an orgasm. Every step rubbed him against my sensitive flesh.
We made it to his room and he dropped me to my feet. He closed and locked the door and then turned to look at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with desire. His hands found the zipper of my dress, slowly pulling it down. “I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I saw you tonight.”
“Yeah?” I teased, helping him slide the dress off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
His eyes roamed over me, dark with want. “Fuck, yes.”
I reached for his shirt, unbuttoning it with shaking fingers. He was so perfectly built. Damn, his chest was every woman’s wet dream.
“My turn to stare,” I said, running my hands over his chest.
He groaned, pulling me close again, skin against skin. His hands were everywhere—my back, my hips, sliding up to unhook my bra. It fell away, and then his mouth was on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple until I gasped.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his breath hot against my skin.
“You. I want you.”
He guided me backward. I sat down on the edge of his bed. He stood before me, his breathing hard like he had just run a marathon. I reached for his belt, unbuckling it and sliding his pants down. His cock strained against his boxer briefs.
I looked up at him as I pulled those down too. The expression on his face was pure desire. Want and need played across his face.
I took him in my hand, stroking slowly. He sucked in a sharp breath. “Liza. Damn, that feels so good.”
The first time had been a bit rushed. I didn’t feel like we had gotten to really explore and enjoy each other. With that in mind, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth.
The sound he made was like a man dying from sheer pleasure.
His hand came to rest on the back of my head, not pushing, just holding.
I worked him with my tongue and lips. I took my time, exploring every inch of his length with my tongue.
His breathing quickened and I felt his body stiffen.
It told me exactly what I was doing to him.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me,” he groaned.
I pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “Is that a complaint?”
“Hell no.”
I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, using my hand in tandem with my mouth. His hips started to move, gentle thrusts that I encouraged. I loved the power of reducing the strong, controlled man to someone who could barely form coherent words.
“Liza, dammit. Fuck.”
He was close. I could feel him throbbing in my mouth. I didn’t stop. I wanted this, wanted him to come undone because of me.
He tried to pull back, but I held him there, and with a low groan he came, his whole body shuddering with the force of it. I swallowed, then pulled back slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, looking down at me with an expression of awe.
“Good?” I asked with a flirty smile.
“Understatement of the fucking century.”
He pulled me to my feet and kissed me deeply, not caring, not hesitating. Then he guided me further onto the bed, laying me back against the pillows.
“My turn,” he said, and there was a wicked gleam in his eye.
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slid them down my legs, tossing them aside. Then he settled between my thighs. I felt suddenly exposed, vulnerable in the best way.
“You’re perfect,” he murmured, pressing kisses to my inner thigh. “Every inch of you.”
When his mouth finally found me, I gasped, my back arching off the bed.
He knew exactly what he was doing, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had me gripping the sheets within seconds.
The man had zero trouble finding that perfect spot that sent electricity spearing through my veins.
“Darek. Oh God!”
He didn’t let up, one hand holding my hip to keep me in place while the other slid up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple. The dual sensation was almost too much. I felt the pressure building, that delicious tension coiling tighter and tighter.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He added a finger, then two, curling them inside me while his tongue worked magic on my clit. The combination sent me over the edge. I came with a cry I barely managed to muffle, my entire body trembling with the force of it.
He worked me through it, only pulling back when I was too sensitive to take any more. Then he crawled up my body, kissing a trail from my stomach to my breasts to my neck. I felt a tear slip down the side of my face.
“You taste amazing,” he whispered in my ear. He licked the tear away. “So good.”
I was still catching my breath, still floating in that post-orgasm haze. I was glad he didn’t ask about the tears. He was probably used to making women orgasm so hard they cried.
He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. And rightfully so. The man had skills.
I could feel him against my thigh, already hard again. Apparently we weren’t finished.
“I want you inside me,” I said.
Darek stretched his arm out and jerked open his nightstand.
A second later he was ripping open a condom wrapper and sliding it on.
He positioned himself at my entrance, and then slowly, inch by inch, he pushed inside.
I was still sensitive from the orgasm. The sensation was almost overwhelming. My body twitched and spasmed.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, staying still to let me adjust.
He pulled almost all the way out before sliding back in. Despite both of us already getting one orgasm, the urgency was still there.
He pounded into my body before pulling out. I opened my eyes and stared up at him in a daze. He was on his knees and looking down at me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Roll over,” he ordered. “I want to have my hands on your ass while I fuck you.”
My body shuddered. His dirty talk was so hot. I rolled over, my body struggling to cooperate. His hands went to my hips and pulled me to my knees. I let out a soft moan when his hands rubbed over my bare ass.
“Fuck, I love your ass,” he said.
A second later, I felt his hot breath and then he bit my butt. I yelped. He laughed. And then he kissed the spot he bit a second before he pushed inside me again.
His thighs bumped against the back of mine as he pumped into my body. I was up on my elbows. I pushed back, matching him thrust for thrust. Thank God Daisie’s room was on the opposite end of the hallway.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice rough. “I want to feel you come.”
As if my body was just waiting for permission, I came again, clenching around him so hard he groaned. He thrust a few more times, then followed me over the edge, burying his face in my neck as he came.
And then my body just gave out. I collapsed face first on the bed with him on top of me. I didn’t care that he was suffocating me. My body was humming. I was ready to pass out and think of nothing else.
Maybe ten seconds later, he shifted his weight off of me. He rolled me to my side and spooned behind me. He kissed the side of my face and then my shoulder. “Stay tonight. Don’t go back to your room.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.”
He smiled and pulled me closer. He kissed my shoulder again and then nuzzled against my neck.
“Best first date ever,” I murmured.
“Definitely setting the bar pretty high for second dates.”
“Think you can top it?”
“I’ll die trying.”
I laughed softly, already feeling sleep pulling at me. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“Good,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I want you to.”
I felt myself drifting. I had never felt so sated in my life. It was like I was floating on a cloud. Boneless. Without a care in the world. I had an amazing dinner. Zero financial worries.
And I had Darek holding me tightly.