Chapter 20
Bailey
Darren ripped his shirt off as he slowly moved toward me. Just seeing his impressive body was enough to make me wet for him
“I’m not going slow,” he warned me.
“Good. Wear me out.”
He grabbed onto my thighs, thrusting my legs completely open. I was soaked for him. I was horny for him the moment he had wrapped his arms around me.
We stripped off the rest of our clothes, leaving us entirely nude in his kitchen. I was still on the table, legs spread and pussy eager for him.
He placed one hand on my side, gripping onto my ass and pinching it. The other hand was used to guide his missile right to me. Once he pierced me, he grabbed onto my hair, tugging lightly and keeping me so turned on.
He started like a jackhammer, chipping away at my walls and nearly making me white out from the intense pleasure. His shaft glided in and out of me, managing to rub me exactly how I wanted. It was so good so fast that I only wanted that feeling to last.
Then, his hand found my breasts. He massaged them, pinched my nipples, and held onto them for many minutes as he drove into me. I could feel myself giving in, but the pleasure was only intensifying more and more. I bit my lip and held on tighter.
He leaned in, thrusting even faster, and we kissed. Whenever our lips parted, moans would escape from our mouths. His hands wandered all the while, while my hands and legs flailed about.
The table was running into the wall, thumping and making loud noises that reverberated all through the house. I feared that the table might dig a hole in the wall. I could barely keep my eyes open, but when I managed to keep them open, they stayed locked with Darren’s.
All he had to do was brush his hand against my clit for me to complete. I grabbed onto his wrist with both hands, rode his dick hard and bounced against him faster than I ever had before. I shouted as loud as I could muster, and gave myself completely to him. I threw my head back, and his bouncing sped up too. I don’t know exactly when, but sometime as I was recovering and coming back to Earth, Darren gave himself to me.Just as soon as we both finished, we started to hear Bo repeatedly barking in the background. We cracked up, trying to sober up.
“Bo!” Darren bellowed. “Bo, buddy! Whoa! Calm down. It’s okay.”
“I wonder what he thinks you’re doing to me.”
“He might think I’m killing you with how you sounded at the end there.” He chuckled. “You’re so damn sexy.”
“What are the chances Bo could move from your bedroom?”
“Very good,” he answered.
He picked me up off the table, carrying me in his arms all the way to his room. Bo was sitting on the bed, staring at us as we entered.
“Go sit down,” he said to Bo.
Bo obediently leaped off of the bed and trotted out toward the living room. Darren tossed me onto the bed.
I’m not sure if it was the sight of his rippled torso and arms or if I was feeling insecure, but I decided to turn off the light. This decision worked well in my favor; I’d forgotten how much I liked not knowing what he was going to do next.
We kissed and touched each other all over, keeping ourselves built up. His fingers would periodically enter my pussy, but only to tease and never to linger. When I was finished with the teasing, I climbed on top of him and rubbed up against his thick dick.
I slid myself up and down his shaft, my walls coating him with my desire, without letting him inside. It felt amazing just to feel him against me. I could feel his smooth surface lightly against my clit as I rode him. I looked down at him, laughing with delight as I could see him getting pushed. He was turning red, gritting his teeth, and ready to plunge into me. But, I was in charge, and I loved seeing him teetering over the edge.
“Put my cock inside you,” he said almost growling.
I giggled, disobeying his request and taking it up a notch. I kept riding his shaft, but I was also holding onto it with my hand, stroking him while I rode him. I felt my lubrication as well as his own. He was gingerly squirting pre-cum into my hand, allowing for a smoother stroking.
“You like that, baby?” I asked him.
“I fucking love it, girl,” he said, ready to burst. “I feel like I could cum at any minute.”
“You better not,” I warned. “You’re not allowed to pop just yet. You have to hold on for me, okay?”
I wasn’t sure if he was going to manage it, but he steadily impressed me. I kept teasing him. I would lick up some of his pre-cum, using my wet hands to rub my clit as I humped him. I was moaning and biting my lip, and both of his hands were on my breasts. I wasn’t sure if I was even going to manage to hold out, but I owed him abstinence as long as he was giving it to me.
Once neither of us could take it any longer, I climbed onto him, practically falling down as I put his throbbing meat inside of me. We both began to laugh, relieved beyond measure. Our faces were only centimeters apart.
I’d only had sex with Darren occasionally for about two months before I moved and didn’t see him for six years. Although it had always been indescribable and the best I’d ever had, nothing compared to how the last few days had been. It felt as though Darren had reawakened me. I wasn’t even fully aware that I had been asleep, but it was clear to me. It was the most visible truth to me at that moment.
I could tell that I was starting to fall in love with him.
After our intense sessions in the bedroom were complete, I returned to the kitchen to try and finish up with the dishes. I also needed private time to think about my epiphany.
Yet, Darren’s thirst hadn’t been thoroughly quenched. He appeared behind me and started kissing my neck again. After all we’d done that night, I expected not to get as turned on as before. But, it was clear that up until that point, I hadn’t realized how much I was missing out on.
We didn’t ask Bo to leave, but we had sex in the kitchen again. That time, he had me picked up and was slamming me against the refrigerator. It was ironically very hot.
I went back to the bedroom afterward, relaxing in bed and thinking about the whole situation and what I wanted to do about it.
Then, while I was imagining scenarios, Darren crawled into bed with me. He sat on my backside and began to massage my naked back and shoulders. It was phenomenal. So phenomenal, that it completely distracted me as I wandered through my train of thought.
I couldn’t tell Darren how I was feeling because I swore not to try to hurt him. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew that if I confessed my feelings at that point, he would have become confused and conflicted. I felt I had to bite my tongue.
I also didn’t want to leave him at all. Selfishly, I wanted to kidnap him and keep him at my place where I’d always have him. Realistically, I couldn’t even bring myself to ask him to move for me. I contemplated various compromises, and I knew that Darren was a good audience for ideas.
“So, I have to go back to Memphis,” I said.
“Right.” He sighed.
“And, once I leave, I don’t know if it’ll be for just a bit, or for a lot longer. So, I was thinking, just thinking, that maybe you should come.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I want you to come to Tennessee with me,” I said. “I want you to visit, see what I’ve been up to, meet more of my friends, see the studio I record at. I want to show you where I live! I don’t want to give you up yet. But, I have to go back. Is there any way you’d be able to take some time off and fly back with me?”
He exhaled, making clicking noises with his tongue that implied thought.
“We could leave on Wednesday,” I continued. “I’ll have you back by next Monday or Tuesday.”
“So, you want me to ask my boss for time off starting this week,” he said. “Before he’s had time to make sure my shift is covered?”
“Well, when you put it all like that, it sounds shitty.”
“I wish I could go chill with you in Memphis for a while,” he said. “Hell, maybe if I request time off for next month, I could come visit for eight days instead of six. How about that?”
“I don’t want to be apart from you even for a day,” I said nervously.
“Then, don’t leave here.”
“I can write music anywhere, but I have business to take care of in Memphis. I have meetings with record labels, tour management teams, other performers. I wish you could see all of that with me. You were always my partner, you know?”
He continued to massage me but didn’t speak. I wanted to turn around and look at him, but my nerves kept a hold on me.
“You don’t have to come,” I said. “I just wanted to offer.”
“I want to come.”
“Then, do it,” I begged. “Take the time off. Say you need it. I’ll pay for your ticket. Please, it would be so great.”
“You wouldn’t be paying for my ticket, Bailey.”
“I most certainly would,” I insisted. “It’s my idea, and last-minute tickets are expensive. That’s not even up for discussion.”
“I’m sorry, but I have to say no,” said Darren.
I deflated, unable to hide my disappointment.
“I understand that you need to go,” he added. “But, you need to understand why I have to say no.”
“I do understand. It’s okay,” I said.
“No, you don’t,” he said. “The idea of watching you leave again now—it’s going to hurt so much worse for me than the first time you left. And, I thought that would be impossible.”
I stopped him from rubbing me. I turned over to look at him. His gorgeous eyes still reflected honesty, and I was going with my gut.
“Okay, then come in a month,” I said. “I can wait that long. It’s just a month, right?”
“It’s not just that,” he said. “I’m afraid if I go and stay with you for any amount of time—a few days or even a few minutes—I won’t want to come back to Rome.”
I raised my eyebrows, teasing him. “What would be wrong with that?”
We sat quietly, grinning. Both of our minds were racing.
“Even though I can’t go right now, I think a month is way too much time to wait,” he said. “How about I come in three weeks?”
“I thought you just said that if you came to see me at all for any duration of time, you wouldn’t want to come back here,” I teased.
“I guess I’m willing to take that risk,” he said. “What do you think? Three weeks’ time, I come see you for a while?”
“Hey, if you want to see me, and you don’t want to wait either, we shouldn’t even wait three weeks!” I said. “Has your schedule been put out for next week yet?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“Then, go to work tomorrow and ask for next week off! Fly in on Sunday, and we’ll have the whole week together.”
“He’ll probably say he needs me to work next week,” said Darren.
“Then, come up in three weeks,” I repeated. “I won’t have a boyfriend in three weeks. I promise.”
He chuckled. “I don’t want to wait that long.”
“Well, so what do you want to do?”
“I want to go back to Tennessee with you,” he said. “I can’t watch you leave again. Let’s fly back together. Is there any way you could wait to leave on Saturday?”
“I can’t let another weekend go by without making a decision on my contract,” I said. “I need to be back this week.”
“Not early Saturday morning?”
“How about you work tomorrow, tell your boss you need time off, but tell him at the start of the day so he has time to move employees around,” I suggested. “You’ve been working there for a while, haven’t you? They can cover for you.”
“I’ve covered for them a lot,” he included.
“Exactly, so get that time off, mister.”
“You’re sure you couldn’t hold out until Saturday?” he asked.
“I want to be back by Thursday morning at the very latest,” I said.
“What about Friday night?” he wondered.
I was grinning, enjoying our negotiations.
“Friday night?” he repeated.
“Thursday night?” I proposed.
“I’m thinking,” he said. “Garrett is supposed to have Friday off and work Saturday. I bet if I gave him a twenty, he’d work my Friday for me. I don’t think anyone would be able to cover my shift on Thursday.”
“Then, let’s go Thursday night,” I said.
I pulled out my phone and looked at ticket information. To my dismay, no decent airlines going from Atlanta to Memphis were left for most of Thursday. Friday was a different story.
“So, no flights for Thursday,” I said. “There’s a good cheap flight on Friday. 4:02 in the morning.”
He laughed. “I’ll sleep on the plane.”
“So we’re going to Memphis on Friday?”
“I guess so,” he said.
I jumped up and wrapped him in a tight embrace, so excited for Friday.
I also had a steady arc for my departure. I officially decided to myself that I was going to stick to my guns. Once I left Rome, I would not return. I would mail my things from my dad’s house. I would say some farewells to people, and then I would go to Atlanta and fly away from Georgia. I would sell my dad’s house from Memphis, and I would dive headfirst and headstrong into the music career that I knew I could have.