Chapter 24
Bailey
I felt incredibly self-conscious, as I’d walked out into the living room to present my half-naked body to Darren on display. Even as I humped his body, feeling his erection grow with every move I made against it, I still felt insecure.
After I’d let go of his hands, he started to gently yet firmly massage my chest, feeling my nipples between his fingers. He moved his hands onto my back and sucked my nipples into his mouth. He lightly nibbled on them, sucking them longingly while also rubbing my back. It was almost too much goodness to handle.
He picked me up and lifted us both off the couch. He was holding me up into the air as easily as the airplane had. I felt like I was floating, except I knew it would turn into something else.
He tossed me onto the bed. I rolled around like a child, messing around aimlessly and acting like a goofball. I looked over, seeing that Darren had removed all his clothes except for his boxers. He put his hand in his underwear and began playing with himself. He was already so hard.
I gladly joined him in masturbation. I stuck my hand up the hole in my pants and began to massage my folds. I was getting off on him masturbating way more than I thought I would. I only had to lightly press on my G-spot to elicit my orgasm. As I moaned louder, he stroked his cock harder and faster.
Once I’d completed, I started gently massaging my folds again. I looked over at Darren, hoping he could tell just how much I needed him inside me.
He joined me on the bed, staring into the hole of my pants. I didn’t stop playing with myself, and he enjoyed every second of it.
He grabbed onto my knees, and then slowly bent them further apart outward. This bend caused the tear in my pants to grow even wider.
“Mmm,” I moaned. “You like stretching me out, don’t you?”
With his face smiling and his dick throbbing, he penetrated me with his weapon. My pants were still on, tearing more as the night went on.
His hands gripped my sides, and when he would ride me harder, he would grab onto my chest and squeeze while he fucked me. I loved how he wasn’t afraid to pay attention to my breasts, and didn’t stop pleasing me after giving me an orgasm.
After of the intensity of his powerful thrusts, my walls came clambering down onto him. I cried out, causing him to burst within me.
We lay there in bed, utterly spent. He embraced me, holding me close. I loved being back in his arms, but it didn’t help calm me down. Just feeling his warm skin pressed into mine was enough to keep me running.
I rubbed my hands along his body. He kissed me all over. I would linger on certain areas of him, and his kisses would soften or include tongue depending on where they were. I loved feeling his hot breath run back and forth against my flesh.
After several minutes of playing our devilish game, I eventually caved and sent my adventurous hands down to feel his hard cock.
I tugged lightly on his dick with one hand and massaged his full balls with the other. He began to kiss my neck, focusing on certain spots near the base that he knew would draw out easy moans of ecstasy out of me.
The bigger his penis grew for me, the slower and firmer I stroked him. He licked and nibbled on my neck. He nearly took my breath away when he surprised me during a bite by pressing his hand onto my clit.
I wanted to put his throbbing dick back inside of me, but I knew that if I tugged on him a little while longer, I could get him to explode into my hands, which I always enjoyed doing.
He growled, biting harder into my neck. He gently inserted one of his fingers inside of me.
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to empty me, baby.” He moaned.
I gave him a mischievous grin, raising my eyebrows and not stopping. I made it harder to stifle for both of us by kissing his lips. Our tongues danced together; frantically moving with the pace we were keeping with each other’s pulsating centers.
We held a long kiss. And then, when we broke apart, he growled louder.
“Don’t you fucking stop,” he ordered me. “Don’t slow down. Keep going, missy.”
“Yes, sir.”
I obeyed him, and he grabbed onto my shoulders with heavy pressure. He roared, erupting in my hand and frosting my fingers with his icing. I laughed triumphantly.
I stood up on my knees, examining my sticky hands. He was drained, panting and laughing nonstop in bed. We kept smiling at each other, and I was debating what to do next. I’d emptied him twice, but I wasn’t finished.
I scooted up right beside him, showing him what he did to my hands. Then, I took my fingers and put them into my mouth, one by one, licking and sucking his batter off my hands like I’d been making a cake.
It was subtle, but I could see that my tasting was doing something for him.
I ran my fingers, wet with my saliva, up and down his body. I started at his calves and went up to his shoulders. I made sure to drag my chest up along his body as I did it. I could see him rebuilding for me already.
I was enjoying his body too much. I loved the feeling of his built pecs flexing for me whenever I touched them. His skin was so soft, despite having some hair on his chest and arms. He kept his legs shaved, and they felt incredible to the touch.
As we drew closer together once again, my hands drifted further up his body, resting on his face. I caressed his hair and his cheeks, admiring his details. He was such a stunning man.
I wanted to keep it entirely out of my mind, but my thoughts suddenly shifted back to his words from before. “I never agreed not to fall in love with you.”
Those words, along with many others concerning his love for me, kept ringing in my mind as I held his head in my hands.
I had always loved Darren. He wasn’t just a friend to me. He was one of the closest companions I’d ever found. As we began to sexually mature, we noticed when our dynamic changed. We’d agreed early on in our friendship that we didn’t want to risk severing our connection because of damaged feelings.
Ironically, to continue sheltering our feelings, we ended our friendship. And yet, while I hated the circumstances of how Darren came back into my life, I was grateful to have him back.
I tossed aside the ripped remnants of my pants and climbed onto his lap, wet with anticipation. He was hard for me, but I wanted him solid as a boulder. I ground my wet folds against his thick shaft, making him harder and me wetter.
I couldn’t see the color of his eyes in the dark, but their perfection could still cut through the darkest of nights. I felt like he could see right through me.
He could still see and know my imperfections. And yet, when he would lavish me with affection, somehow, I believed that he didn’t notice them or care. He could go six years without seeing me, most of those without hearing my voice; and yet, he was able to talk to me and behave with me like no time had passed since we’d last seen each other. None of it felt forced, and all of it felt like it came from a real, deep place.
I grabbed onto his slippery dick and inserted it inside me. I rode his firm body, hands clasped onto his shoulders. We were both so horny that I knew it wouldn’t last long for either of us.
He grabbed onto my hair, tugging hard enough to move my head back. I arched my back, hopping harder on his meat. He spanked my ass with his free hand, cupping it.
I knew we were indeed in trouble. I knew that before morning came, I would dread the thought of having to watch him leave. Even though his return to Rome was days away, it didn’t stop me from picturing it.
He grabbed onto my ass with both hands, thrusting upward deep into me, startling me. That thrust was the push back to reality I needed. My current reality was ironically far greater than what my reality generally consisted of. It still, somehow, didn’t feel totally real to me.
I could feel him filling me up with his hot cum. The feeling of his fluids pouring in and out of me was enough to make me collapse around him once more.
He grabbed onto my face with both hands, pulling me to his lips. We held a long, passionate kiss for over a minute, holding each other in a full embrace. He didn’t want to leave me, and I didn’t want to feel him go. I was amazed that he didn’t slide out from the volume of lubrication between my legs.
After we disconnected and were satiated, we sank into my bed. We snuggled under the covers, and I huddled up into him. He held me close to him in his arms. His hold was strong, warm, and protective. I felt at home with him.
As we drifted toward sleep together, cuddling in my bed, I realized that I was right where I belonged. I knew that I hadn’t misjudged the situation, and I had no doubt that having him in Memphis with me was the right call.
Although, despite the numerous conversations we’d had on the subject, I suspected that I was falling in love with Darren. I’d been theorizing about my feelings for him for decades, but in the moments following our sex, the smoke had finally been lifted.
I wanted to sleep, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I didn’t know for sure, but I think that he stayed awake for a while, too. I thought about how easy it would’ve been to tell him. I pondered on muttering it quietly. I couldn’t muster the courage.
I fell into slumber with thoughts of Darren and about how I was going to handle my feelings for him. I had no idea what I was going to do.