Chapter 11—Heather

I got it now. The obsession with sex. I never knew it could be like that. So tender and raw at the same time. But Darian knew exactly what he was doing. He knew how to touch me, how to give me the ultimate pleasure. And giving him my virginity had flipped a switch in me, because even as we lay in bed cuddling, listening to the storm rage outside, all I could think about was doing it again. Would I ever get enough now?

“I’m really glad you were my first,” I said, drawing circles on his chest with my fingers. I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like with someone else. Corrine’s first time had been a nightmare—the guy didn’t know what he was doing, and then he dumped her days later.

“Yeah, about that…” He cleared his throat.

My heart stopped, and my hand froze. He hadn’t liked it. Of course he hadn’t. I’d just laid there because I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. There was no way that was good for him. The threat of tears burned my eyes. I attempted to sit up, but he pulled me back to his chest.

“I was your first,” he said, pushing me onto my back and leaning over me. He traced my lips with his finger. “I’ll be your second and third and fourth.” His eyes were dark and intense. “And I’m going to be your last, Heather.”

I narrowed my eyes in confusion. “My last?” Was he saying what I thought he was?

He nodded and brushed his lips over mine. “Your only.”

My breath caught. My only? “Are you saying…?”

“As soon as this storm passes, we’re driving to Haven’s Creek to tell your father about us.” He kissed me, a lingering peck on the lips. “I’m not going to lie and sneak around.”

My heart raced, and I swallowed hard. “What if he doesn’t approve?”

Darian laughed. “Of course he’s not going to approve. You’re his little girl, and I’m the older man who stole your innocence. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t throw a punch or two.”

“My dad wouldn’t do that.” Would he? I never thought he’d sleep with my best friend, either, so maybe I didn’t know him like I thought I did. “Besides, he can’t really say much considering he’s doing the same thing with my friend.”

“I know, but he’s not going to see it that way when it’s his daughter.”

“Well”—I pushed him over onto his back and kissed his chest—“I don’t care. Nothing he says will change my mind about this.”

Tucking his hands behind his head, he smirked. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“We’ll have to tell Nathan, too.” I pressed my lips to his chest, my tongue licking across his pecs and to his nipple. I was more worried about telling him than I was telling my dad.

“We will.” His words were breathless. He kept one hand behind his head and used the other to hold my hair away from my face, and he watched me intently, his heavy-lidded eyes dark with desire. A deep, throaty groan escaped from him, which spurred me on.

I kissed my way down his torso to his belly button, swirling my tongue in his navel. “Y’know, I get it now.”

“Get what?”

“My dad and Corrine.” I understood the pull you couldn’t fight, the inexplicable feelings you knew you shouldn’t have but couldn’t forget. “I’m still angry they lied to me, but I can accept their relationship.” I yanked the blankets off him, allowing his cock to spring free in all its hard glory. I looked up at him under my lashes, and then wrapped my hand around his shaft, squeezing just enough to cause his hips to jerk up off the bed.

“You should tell them that.” His chest rose and fell with deep, labored breaths.

“I will.” I circled my palm around the head of his cock, pleased to see the tiny, glistening bead of pre-cum. Then I licked the ridge of his cockhead, drawing him deep into the back of my throat.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

I couldn’t get all of him into my mouth, but that didn’t stop me from giving him some of the pleasure he’d so generously given to me. His stomach hollowed, and his thighs tensed. “Mmm.” I sucked on his head while stroking his shaft with my hand. He was so hard and thick, and he was all mine. He hadn’t technically asked me to be his girlfriend or to be exclusive in any way; he’d just stated it like it was a fact. I hadn’t argued it, either. I didn’t want to. I wanted Darian, and I knew no one would ever measure up to him in my eyes. Why even try? He was offering himself to me, completely, and I’d be a fool not to take him.

“Heather.” He gathered my hair into both of his hands. “God, your lips look good wrapped around my cock.” He slowly fucked my mouth, and I let him, wanting to make him come again. “Holy shit, that feels good.” He held my head down, and I swirled my tongue around the underside of his shaft, and his body jerked. Without a word, he pulled his dick from my mouth and dragged me up on top of him.

Instinctively, I brought my knees up to rest on either side of his waist and straddled him. Then, with a quick, calculated move of his hips, he was pushing his cock into me. I gasped and curled my fingers against his chest. The pleasurable burn of him stretching me warmed me from the inside. He put his hand on the back of my head and brought me down to his lips, kissing me slowly. I moaned into his mouth; the desire to move on him, to ride him, was overwhelming. “Darian…”

“I want you to ride me, Heather.” He ran his hands down my back and gripped my ass, squeezing my cheeks.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. Christ, how was I supposed to think when he was buried inside of me?

“Take it as slow as you want,” he said, kneading my ass in his hands. “Or as fast.” Smirking, he rotated his hips ever so slightly, just enough so that I felt the movement. But I didn’t move. I wasn’t sure how. What if I did it wrong, or he didn’t like it? Maybe I should tell him I want him to be on top. He grabbed my waist. “Heather, please. I need you again.”

He needed me? Those words swirled in my mind as I found his lips and kissed him hard. I rotated my hips, driving his cock deeper into me with each downward motion of my body. “God, Darian,” I groaned. “Nothing should feel this good.”

“You do.” He nipped at my bottom lip, and I moved on him harder, faster. Digging his heels into the mattress, he tightened his grip on my ass, and fucked me hard and fast.

I screamed at the first few impalements, but then it just started to feel good. Really fucking good. I met each of his upward thrusts with a downward one of my own. The sounds of our moans reverberated around me. I was so close to coming already. Not that I was surprised by that. He could push me to the edge with very little effort. The way he moved in and out of me, the way he held me, kissed me, moaned in between our kisses was incredible. Hell, everything about Darian James was incredible.

“I want to be your only, too,” I whispered.

“Oh baby, you already are. I’m all yours.” He moved one hand back up to palm my head, the other remained on my ass, guiding me up and down on his cock. “Fuck, Heather, you feel incredible.” His tongue invaded my mouth with a frantic, needy, desperation that I matched stroke for stroke.

“Yeah,” I moaned, increasing the speed at which I moved on him. I curled my fingers against his chest again, my nails digging into his skin as I sat up fully on him. “So good.” I flung my head back and closed my eyes, feeling like a goddess. The feel of straddling Darian, of his cock stroking my inner walls, driving me to madness, was euphoric.

“That’s it. Ride my cock.” His stomach clenched, causing his body to jerk beneath me. “Fuck yeah.” He licked his finger then rubbed it over my clit, sending an extra jolt of pleasure straight to my core. “God, I can’t get enough of you, Heather.” He clutched my hips, and then sat up so we were chest to chest. I hooked my legs around his back and rocked on him.

Even though I was sorely inexperienced, he didn’t make me feel like I was. Leaning back, I guided his mouth to my breast. I gasped and then moaned when he tugged my nipple between his teeth. The things this man could do with his tongue and mouth should be illegal it was so damn good. The tip of his tongue circled my hard nipple, making it even harder. Then he blew on it, causing me to tremble in his arms. Holy hell, I was ready to explode from the feelings he brought out in me.

Darian slid his hands from my lower back up to my shoulder blades, bringing me to an upright position again and finding my lips. Instead of kissing me, though, he traced my lips with his tongue, then nipped at them. “Kiss me,” I demanded.

“Shit, I love when you tell me what you want.” He kissed me, and the world exploded. The room began to spin, my mind went fuzzy, and the only thing I could focus on was Daria’s cock inside of me, of my pussy clenching, desperate to hold him there as my clit throbbed with my impending release. I rocked on him harder and faster, my moans getting louder as he swelled inside of me.

“Come for me again, baby,” he whispered, nipping at my ear.

“I love it when you call me baby.”

“Heather,” he groaned, “please, baby, I want to feel you come on my cock again.” I loved it when he talked like that, too. We both increased the speed and intensity of our movements, the pleasure building between us until I screamed his name, breaking our momentum and sending us over the edge. Everything inside of me was raw and pulsing and on fire. I writhed, trying to get closer, to make him go deeper. Then I felt him swell inside of me, setting off another orgasm that had the power to drain me completely. He came inside of me again, the warmth of his release filling me. I knew I should care about not using a condom, but I was on the pill. I took it religiously.

Darian wrapped his arms around me, holding me like he was afraid I’d suddenly disappear. It took several moments for the tremors to ease from my body, leaving me limp and spent. He showered my shoulder and collarbone with kisses. I stroked the nape of his neck, holding on to him for as long as I could.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this, of you,” he said in between kisses.

“Mmm,” I said sleepily. “Me either.” We sat like that, in each other’s arms for several more minutes before I finally pulled away. “I’m exhausted.”

He laughed. “I’m not surprised. You really should get some sleep.”

I nodded, stifling a yawn.

He lifted me off him and laid me on the bed. “You rest.” He kissed the tip of my nose and settled in behind me, wrapping his arm around my stomach and tucking my back against his chest. “And keep your hands to yourself, you little nympho.”

I laughed and playfully elbowed him. “It’s your fault, you know.”

“Mm-hmm.” He nuzzled his face against my neck. “But you’re my little nympho.”

My heart soared. Yes. I was. I was his in every way imaginable.