Chapter 9
Mariah
"This has to be one of the best stews I've ever had. I love it." Darren glanced up and smiled, stealing her heart more than he already had.
"We didn't have much to eat, but when we rounded up enough money to indulge, my mother usually made something delicious and a lot of it." She pushed her bowl away, not quite liking how quiet he'd been during dinner. "Tell me about your day."
"It was good." He licked at his spoon, unabashed. "I came up with a few new recipes and got a lot done. It's going to be a great restaurant when I finally open the doors."
"Which is soon?" She reached out and touched his arm, brushing her fingers along his skin. It was almost all too familiar, but after getting to know him only a little bit better, she wanted his closeness.
"Very." He glanced down and let out a long sigh. "I thought about you all day again. Putting you in the bed with me last night was damn near close to torture." His laugh was rough and fell flat.
"Then why did you do it?" She got up and pushed at his chest, forcing him to move his chair back a little so she could sit in his lap.
Darren wrapped his arms around her and pressed his mouth to the side of her neck, sucking at her flesh as if needing to taste her.
She closed her eyes and moaned as her fingernails dragged up his back in the midst of their intimate hold.
"Because I want you, Mariah. I wouldn't have stepped over the line last night, but denying myself your touch when you were so pliable and soft... hell no. I'm not that strong." He pressed his lips to her ear. "It felt so good to rub against you throughout the night. Do you remember any of it?"
She moved back, sliding her hands around his strong jaw and smiling sensually at him. "All of it."
It felt good to be in his arms, to hear his voice and feel the desire rolling off of him. He was far too much man for her in so many ways, but she wanted to stretch herself, to change and shift to fit his life if that could at all be a possibility.
Leaning down, she pressed her lips to his and slid her hand up to the back of his head, locking him into place so she could fully explore his hot mouth. The taste of her stew on his tongue mixed with lust was a delight and forced her body to lubricate immediately.
His fingers rimmed the edge of her pants just above her ass, and she groaned in delight at the firm press of his erection against the back of her thighs.
"I want you. Let me spend the night making love to you."
"You can make love to me later. I need you to fuck me first." She brushed her lips by his, capturing his loud growl.
"You've no idea what you're asking for, but let me show you." The strong grip of his fingers on the back of her neck felt so fucking good as he brought her down for another long, probing kiss. The man wasn't kidding about his tongue. It was an intense asset at best and only one of the weapons he was sure to use against her. She quivered at the thought.
Licking at her mouth once more, he moved back and smiled. "Dinner was delicious, baby. I'm going to steal your innocence, and then your recipe."
"You can have me, but the recipe will go to the grave." She smiled and got up, tugging her sweater off and walking toward his room. She unclasped her bra and dropped it in the trail to. By the time she made it to his room, he was on her, his large frame wrapped around her from behind. Strong fingers tugged at her nipples as his teeth pressed into the meat of her shoulder, leaving her to groan and reach for the bed before her.
"You little tease." He licked her ear and held on tightly to one breast while working to get her pants down with the other. "I'm going to enjoy this more than I care to say."
He kissed her throat once more before moving back and pushing at her upper back just a little. She fell forward, catching herself with her hand against the end of his bed. He stripped her pants down and knelt behind her as she glanced over her shoulder.
Fear at not being everything he needed her to be scorched her, but she forced it back down. It was far too late to turn back, and she wouldn't even think of trying. He was so fucking hot as he knelt on the floor behind her as his eyes moved up her body in a form of worship.
Mariah's eyes closed and she turned back, letting her head drop as his tongue pressed to the back of her upper thigh, slowly dragging up to her center.
"So wet, Mariah. Have you been thinking about this fucking for a while now, baby?" He kissed her need again and sucked one of her lips into his mouth.
"Yes. Far too long." She bent her knees a little and stretched her hands out farther. Never had she wanted to be so adventurous in the bedroom. It was him. All him. A moment of clarity rushed across her, causing her to flood with wetness again. If he wanted it, she was giving it to him. Anything he wanted.
He groaned, lapping at her faster as his hands tightened on her thighs.
"More," he mumbled against her flesh, and she let herself go, taking in every long drag of his tongue and imagining how hot he looked behind her. A soft yelp left her as he moved up, running his tongue over the sensitive flesh of her rear.
"I want in here next time." He bit her cheek and tugged a little.
"Fuck," she groaned and pressed her face to her hands.
"Mmmhmmm... I know, baby. It's a little scary, but I'm going to take it slow. You let me know if you need me to stop, okay?" His voice was low and thick with need.
"I want to see you." She stood up, only to be pushed back down.
"No. I want to feel you, and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be willing if you realized how big I am." He moved over the back of her, pressing his strong chest to her back and rubbing his nose by the side of her face. "Just push back and take as much of my dick as you can. No more until you're ready. All right?"
She whimpered, feeling completely overwhelmed by the amount of lust that pumped through her. She nodded and turned back to press her hands to the bed, lifting up to extend her arms.
Darren's hands ran over her ass in circles, squeezing and massaging as he complimented her over and over again.
Pressing back a little, she let out a low groan, enjoying the thick pressure against her opening.
"Come back, Mariah. Take some of it, baby." He tugged at her hips a little, forcing her to invite him in.
"Oh God," she groaned and pushed back farther, her body being forced open more than ever before. "I don't know if I can."
"You can. You're doing so good. You should see how fucking hot this is, baby. Take more. I wanna fuck you, but I need you to force your way back first. Open yourself up and relax." He tugged her back a little more as pleasure shot through her core.
She pushed back farther as her first orgasm slammed into her.
"Hell yeah," he grunted and pulled out, only to push in a little more. The pressure of him working into her left goose bumps breaking out across her skin. She moaned over and over and he pushed harder, forcing her open.
"Almost there," he groaned as one of his hands tightened on her hip and the other moved up her back to clasp on the back of her neck. "Force it in, Mariah. The minute I hit home, I'm going to start fucking. Be ready, baby. Be ready."
"I want it all." She arched her back and pushed against the bed hard, crying out loudly as his hips hit her ass. He was in. All the way, and she was shaking from the delicious truth of it all. She could take him…all of him...
"Good. You're gonna get it, baby. So incredible." He tightened his fingers on her and grunted as he began to fuck her slow and hard. The deep thrusts bounced her forward, but his tight grip on the back of her neck pulled her back down to make her take him again.
She came again, her body convulsing harder than she could ever remember it doing before. He took full advantage of her renewed wetness and worked her faster.
"I need a condom. Stay right there and don't move," he barked before pulling out of her.
She collapsed on the bed, still twitching from the last orgasm. Pleasure danced through her center and she slid her hands between herself and the bed and cupped herself, wanting to feel the way she contracted tightly against her fingers.
"That's beautiful. Touch yourself and come with me while I bring both of us over again." He pulled her back up before pressing his thick cock back inside of her.
She whimpered loudly as she began rocking herself against him.
He pressed his hand against her upper back, forcing her over a little more and then cupped her shoulder with a tight grasp. "Push back and fuck me, Mariah."
"Anything you want," she whispered and forced herself back to take all of him inside of her. With a tight press against her clit, she rolled her fingers and dove into the depravity he offered.
"I'm gonna come, baby. Join me," Darren grumbled from behind her as he took charge of their sex again.
She nodded and arched her back harder, wanting to give him more room to play. His finger brushed between the curves of her ass and pressed into her a little, lighting her on fire.
"Shit," she cried out and lost the battle to wait for him, her body sparking from the center and exploding out to touch along every pleasure point she had. She cried out his name and pushed back, taking his finger into her as his cock plunged in and out faster and faster.
The sound of Darren coming almost broke her in half, and she knew without a doubt that she was completely his. Not having him in her life would be too much to deal with, but not having him in her bed? Fuck no. It wasn't happening.
***
They fell asleep together in his large four-poster bed, and surprisingly enough, when Mariah woke the next morning, he was still there.
She kissed him a few times before untangling herself from him and taking a quick shower. There was a text on her phone that Mr. Kinsley, the client who was alleging theft against her company, could meet at ten that morning.
She grumbled at the inconvenience that the situation presented for her, but decided that it would be good just to get it over with.
After making herself a cup of coffee and a piece of toast, she was out the door, headed back to her place to check on things and find one of her business suits.
She was quite surprised to find a mediator already at the office location where she was to meet her ex-client. The older woman was far kinder than Mariah imagined mediators to be. The woman told her that Mariah reminded her of her own daughter.
It was a good start to what turned out to be a great morning. The mediation went off without a hitch, and it was awarded in Mariah's favor. Mr. Kinsley had been rather decent about all of it, but something was off with him. She didn't like the feeling that she'd seen him before, and that he was studying her too closely.
Not one to hold onto anything negative for too long, she let it go and left the mediation feeling much better about the outcome. He could still press charges, but it would seem that after their morning of discussing the events of the situation under review, that he was at fault for a bit of misconduct where Lyndsay was concerned. The girl had slept with him on several occasions, which was against Mariah's policy. She would have to be fired, but guilt forced Mariah to put the action aside for the time being.
How in the world could she let someone go for doing the exact same thing she was doing?