Chapter 9—Heather

Darian climbed into bed next to me and settled on his back, hands tucked behind his head. I rolled onto my side to face him. He’d removed his shirt somewhere between the couch and the bed. Not that I was complaining. His gorgeous chest was exposed to me, all hard muscle and smooth skin. With a trembling hand, I lightly traced the definition of his abs. Not even guys my age were in this kind of shape. His stomach clenched beneath my touch, and a throaty groan rumbled from him.

I knew I was playing with fire, but I didn’t care. That kiss he’d given me wasn’t just a distraction, no matter what he said. It was different, hotter, like he’d been trying to tell me how much he cared without having to say the words. I knew pursuing this would hurt Nathan and my dad, and I really didn’t want to do that. But I wanted Darian so much. And if we handled things differently than my dad and Corrine had, we could spare their feelings, couldn’t we? Moving closer, I let my fingers dip lower and rub along the waistband of his pants. Even beneath the blankets, I could tell he was erect. I inched my hand into his pants, my fingers finding thick, hard flesh. My heart raced, and my clit throbbed with anticipation. I wanted to touch him, to hear and see him come like I had before. And I wanted him to touch me in return.

His cock jerked against my hand. “What’re you doing?” he asked, his voice raspy.

God, that was such a sexy sound. My gaze wandered up to his face. His eyes were closed, and his jaw was clenched. “Want me to stop?” I curled my fingers around his shaft and stroked him once.

“Fuck.” He grunted, and his stomach hallowed. “You know I don’t want you to stop.”

I smiled with satisfaction and moved my hand back up his shaft, my palm circling his head.

“But.” He fisted a handful of my hair and brought my mouth to his. “If you start this, you’d better be damn well prepared for me to finish it.” His gaze was heavy and lustful and so dominant. Almost possessive.

My eyes widened, and my heart lodged in my throat. Darian wasn’t just some college guy I could blow or give a hand job and then go on my way. He was a man. A man with needs and desires, both of which I wasn’t sure I could satisfy. But I was more than ready for this. For him. I licked my lips and nodded.

“And we face the consequences of this. Together.” His voice had softened a bit, but his expression was just as intense.

The implication of his words settled heavy on my mind, and I chewed on my bottom lip.

He took hold of my wrist and removed my hand from around his cock. “Heather?”

“Yes.” My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat. “We’ll face this together.” A thrill shot up my spine at the thought of Darian and I being together. He’d taken care of me when he didn’t have to, and I knew, despite all the hurdles we’d have to face, I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

“Good.” He grazed his lips over mine, and then his tongue was in my mouth, teasing, stroking my internal fire. He eased his hold on my hair and dragged his hand down my back, sending waves of tremors through my body. Without breaking the kiss, he rolled us over so he was on top of me. I let out a surprised gasp, which he quickly silenced with a deeper kiss. He wasn’t wasting any time, and he knew exactly what he was doing, too. That was so hot. He spread my thighs with his knees and settled between my parted legs, his erection thick and heavy against my sex. I moaned and wiggled beneath him.

Taking both of my hands into his, he laced our fingers and then pinned my hands above my head. “You’re absolutely positive this is what you want?” He blazed a trail of tiny, electric kisses across my jaw and down my neck.

For a fleeting moment, I wondered if this really was such a good idea. This was Nathan’s father. My dad’s friend.

“Heather…” His voice whispered over me. “I need to know this is what you want.”

“I do.” It was the only answer I could manage and even that came out weak. I turned my head to the side, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted. As long as he kept kissing me like that.

“You want me to kiss you?” He pressed his lips to my throat, and I moaned again. “Touch you?” He held both of my wrists in one of his hands and slipped the other up my shirt. His fingers found my breasts, his thumb flicking over my nipple. I cried out and arched into his touch. “Taste you?” Without releasing my hands, he bunched my nightshirt up and lowered his head, his mouth closing around my nipple. His tongue circled and teased the hard nub, making it even harder. The sensations coursing through my body were unbelievable and overwhelming. The ache between my legs grew and spread, and I swore I’d die if he didn’t do something more soon. He drew back, smiled up at me, then blew across my nipple. “So pretty,” he crooned.

“Oh, God.” My eyes fluttered closed. I flexed my fingers and pushed against his hold, but he didn’t release my hands. I was trapped, and he didn’t appear to want to let me go anytime soon.

He moved to my other breast, giving that the same attention. “Mmm. I can’t wait to taste the rest of you, Heather.” He pinched my nipple between his teeth, the momentary jolt of pain giving way to warm pleasure. “And I am going to taste you. All of you.”

My breath hitched. I’d given oral but had never received it. He moved back up to my mouth and kissed me with a hard desperation. I whined and wiggled my fingers, but he still didn’t release me. “Darian…I want to touch you, too.” I pouted, and he nipped at my bottom lip.

“This is really your first time?” he asked.

“Yes…” I said slowly, drawing out the word. He’d better not decide to stop now.

“I want your first time to be good for you. I want you to know what it’s like to have a man worship you, Heather, because you deserve that.”

Whoa. I blinked rapidly, trying to wrap my mind around what he’d just said. I thought this was just sex, but based on what he was saying and the way he looked at me, I suddenly realized it was so much more. And I was so damn happy I hadn’t given my virginity to Bryan because it would have been rushed and fumbled.

Finally, he let go of my hands. “I think it’s about time we got rid of this.” He kneeled between my legs and removed my nightshirt, leaving me in nothing but my white, lace thong. But strangely, I didn’t feel exposed or embarrassed. I felt desired. Wanted. I’d never felt that way before, but I was instantly hooked.

He exhaled loudly, his gaze torturously slow as he stared at me. “Fucking Christ, Heather. You’re gorgeous.” He smoothed his hands over my stomach then gripped my waist, bringing my ass to rest on his thighs. Starting at my knees, he pushed his palms down the inside of my legs until he curled his fingers into my panties and tugged on them.

I slipped one leg then the other out of my underwear, and once they were off, he tossed them to the floor. Then he let out the loudest, sexiest groan I’d ever heard. “Shaved?” he asked, glancing up at me with a dead-sexy smirk.

“Is that a problem?” My heart raced, and my knees shook. My hands were still above my head, and I was afraid to move them, worried he’d decide to stop.

“Fuck no. It’s hot as hell.” He put his thumb on my clit and applied the tiniest bit of pressure, but it was enough to make me cry out and buck against his hand. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled. “One that you didn’t give yourself?”

My face heated with embarrassment. “No.”

He put his free hand flat on the mattress near my head, nipped at my bottom lip, and then kissed me. Slow at first; then deeper, harder. His thumb was still on my clit, but he wasn’t moving it. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

Baby? He expected me to speak after calling me that? “I want you.” My voice was a breathless whisper.

“You have me.” He circled his thumb around my clit, and I half-moaned half-whimpered. “Tell me what else you want.”

“I want you to touch me. Please.” I had never asked anyone to touch me before, let alone begged, but if he kept teasing me, that’s exactly what I’d do.

“Like this?” Darian slid his finger between my damp folds, dragging it up and down a few times before settling on my clit, rubbing it with a firm gentleness.

I inhaled sharply. “Yes,” I hissed. “Just like that.”

“You’re so wet, Heather. You’ve been waiting for me to touch you, haven’t you?” His gaze was focused intently on me, watching me like he wanted to memorize every reaction I had. I’d never seen so much desire in anyone’s eyes before, especially not directed at me.

I began to move my hips in a circular motion, matching the rhythm of his finger. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I moaned, unashamed. I never had any trouble getting myself off, but I never got myself there this fast. He’d barely touched me, and I was already on the edge, fighting not to go crashing over the side. I didn’t want him to think I couldn’t keep up with him, or that I couldn’t control my pleasure. Even though he said this was about me, I didn’t want to be selfish. “Oh, God.” My face was starting to go numb.

He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing it to harden in his grip before closing his mouth around my hard nipple. He flicked his tongue over it, nipped at it, and then sucked on it again. “You ready for more?” he asked.

“More?” I gasped.

“Yes, more,” he said with a hint of amusement. “I need to make sure you’re good and ready for me.” Without any warning, he slid his fingers down my slit and wiggled one inside of me. “And this is why. You’re too tight, baby.” He ran his tongue over my lips then worked a second finger in me. “I need to stretch this pussy a little, get you ready to take my cock.”

Holy shit! His words were so filthy, but so damn erotic. Only two of his fingers were inside me, yet I felt like I was filled to capacity. How would I ever be able to handle his dick? He stroked my inner walls, his thumb back on my clit. The pressure building in me was too much, too fast. My ragged breaths turned to pants. I clutched the pillows so tight, my fingers cramped. I attempted to squeeze my legs closed, but Darian wouldn’t allow it.

“Uh-uh.” He pushed my right leg down and held it there. “I want to see you, Heather.” He crushed his mouth to mine as he worked his fingers deeper.

My hips rotated faster, harder. I no longer had control of my own body. “I’m gonna come,” I whimpered into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned. I don’t know how the hell he did it, but he managed to ease a third finger into me, and that was all it took to send me careening over the edge.

My toes curled, and my entire body tensed. “Darian…” I felt like I was going to pass out.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, come for me.” He caught my bottom lip between his teeth as his thumb found my clit again and pushed on it. “Feels good, doesn’t it, sweetheart?”

“Yes…so good…” I never knew anything could feel so good.

He slipped his arm under my back and scooped me up so that I was straddling his lap, riding his hand. I dug my fingernails into his back and bore down on him. My body moved on its own, grinding and writhing and working with him to get off. I brought my mouth down on his and kissed him hard, biting at his lips and tongue. And then I came all over his hand amidst loud gasps and pants. He cupped my sex, holding me as tremor after tremor wracked my body. My forehead fell to his shoulder, and I went limp in his arms.