The Test
(Liam)
“A two-bedroom suite?” Darcy says as she rushes around the suite opening and closing doors.
“Of course. You didn’t think I’d be so presumptuous, do you?”
“You could’ve asked.”
“Now who’s being presumptuous?” I joke. I hang my jacket on the back of a dining chair and loosen my tie.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Darcy says, her eyes sparkling.
“Another drink?” I offer, opening the bottle of Champagne.
“Sure.”
I pour two drinks and pass her a flute. We clink glasses and maintain our gazes at each other while we drink. The liquid sits in my mouth and I have to force myself to swallow it. There’s only one thing I want to do right now, and that involves ripping that dress from her body.
Ever since I held her on the dance floor at the wedding, I can’t help thinking I want more from Darcy. More than my usual one-night stands. There aren’t too many people in the world I could spend so many hours with and not want to forget I’d ever met them by the end of it.
In fact, I think that number is zero.
But Darcy’s different. Aside from the fact I could never get tired of looking at her sexy curves or her bright blue eyes. Right now it doesn’t seem like I could ever get tired of talking to her either.
She’s smart, funny and holds my interest in ways I never thought possible.
Darcy takes a step closer to me, our eyes still locked. My breathing is heavy, drawing more of her jasmine scent into my lungs. I set my glass down to free my hands. She does the same.
Her lips are impossible to resist any longer. I slowly trace her bottom lip with my thumb. The feel of her full lip, still wet with Champagne, awakens my cock.
I tilt up her chin and in an instant our mouths crush together. I part her lips with my own. My tongue darts into her mouth, tasting her.
She pushes her body into mine, my rock-hard cock digs into the softness of her body. I’ve never wanted to bury myself in a woman as much as I do right now.
At this moment, she’s mine. I know I can do whatever I want to her, and she won’t stop me.
Without breaking our kiss, my hands run over the fabric of her dress, feeling the exquisite curves of her body underneath. She whimpers when my hand finds her ass. It’s the most perfect ass I have ever laid my hands on. I can’t resist squeezing it hard enough to leave a mark.
Pulling her dress up out of the way, I slide my hand into her panties and rub my hand against the bare skin of her ass. She moans into my mouth as I slide my hand around and brush her lips with my little finger.
They’re drenched in want and my cock can’t take anymore. It’s so hard, it’s stretched my suit pants to their limit and it hurts like fucking hell. I’m torn, my mind racing with what to do. Do I do what I always told myself I’d do if this ever happened or what my dick desperately wants to do right now?
Fuck the pain. My fingers follow the folds of her pussy until I find her entrance. Her dripping wet entrance that’s begging for my cock. I push a finger into it and move it around slowly. She moans in response, causing a shiver down my back. My finger keeps working her, the wet walls of her pussy tighten around me, and I add a second finger.
She breaks our kiss to gasp but I use my free hand to force her mouth back to mine. I want to taste her, taste all of her. Her walls start tightening around my fingers and I keep working her. She bites my lip and her pussy pulses.
“Come for me,” I growl.
My fingers work faster, moving against her wet walls. With my other arm, I hold her up as her legs start to weaken and buckle.
“Let me make you forget everything,” I say, my voice low, forceful.
I close my eyes and inhale her scent, the delicious smell tantalizing me until I can’t help tasting her. I flick my tongue over her earlobe, and trace it in a line down her neck.
Still, my fingers move inside her. With my thumb, I rub over her clit in circles.
“Liam,” she cries and lets out a high-pitched moan.
Holding her tight, I support her as she comes in my arms. Her body quivers against mine, she whimpers while the climax washes over her. I keep my fingers moving, and her walls clamp around them.
Standing here with her in my arms, I realize how much I want her, in my arms forever. Her breathing slows, and she swallows.
I lower my voice and say, “Sweetheart, I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I’ve wanted you.”
She moans, a beautiful cry that shoots straight to my cock. I swear to fucking God I’m going to fling her on the bed and drive my cock into her with such force that she won’t be able to walk for a week.
No, I won’t do this.
I back her into one of the bedrooms. We stand near the doorway and I trail kisses down the soft skin of her neck and back up over her chin to her luscious lips again.
Darcy grapples with my belt buckle and I groan into her mouth. I suck her bottom lip into mine for one last taste tonight.
“Good night,” I say, my voice low, determined.
Using every last ounce of my willpower, I peel myself away from her and back out of the room, closing the door as I go. I stride the few steps to my bedroom, shut the door behind me and lock it.
Flopping onto the bed, my chest heaves with my decision. My dick is rock hard and aching for her. I should walk right back into her room, throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless.
After a lifetime of fucking women I’d just met, I’ve always vowed I wouldn’t sleep with the one I think might be The One. The thing is, I never actually believed there would ever be The One. And now here I am, wanting to fuck the willing woman in the next room more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
But I won’t.
Instead I need to be sure, before she becomes just another pussy to me. If I still want her just as bad in the morning, after I haven’t slept with her, then I’ll know for sure. With any other woman, the morning would take the shine off the appeal of the night before. Will that happen with Darcy? I seriously doubt it, but I have to know for sure.
I strip off my clothes and go into the ensuite. Setting the water to the temperature of ice, I step in. The cold eases the throb in my dick, but the memory of her dripping wet pussy brings it back to life again. I increase the temperature to an almost tolerable level and take my cock in my hand.
Everything about Darcy, her taste, her scent, her laugh, the tightness of her wet pussy around my fingers, fills me as I bring myself to climax. My hand flies to the tiles to support me as I come.
Still wet, I flop into my bed and sleep.