Darius pulled me over to his bike which was parked a short distance away from where
he had pulled me. I saw his friend's bikes around but none of them were within my line of sight. I looked around unsure of whether I wanted to get on his bike. I had never been on a bike before and a part of me was a little bit apprehensive.
"For someone who talks a big game, I would have never expected you to be scared of
a bike," Darius mused and I crossed my arms over my chest. "Don't worry, if you hold onto me tight then I won't let you fall."
"I'm not scared of your stupid bike," I mumbled under my breath. "I need to tell Serena that I'm leaving. I came here with her and it would be rude to leave without her."
"Serena won't look for you," he said with such conviction that I couldn't help but raise a brow and wonder how he was so sure about it.
"I drove here. What about my car?"
"Your car will be waiting for you in the morning," I opened my mouth to protest but he cut me off. "Get on the bike or so help me I will take you right here and I don't care who is watching."
My mouth dried up and my feet began to move of their own accord. He got on the bike and I settled behind him. I wanted to be stubborn and refuse to hold him but he revved the bike and shot off so fast that I jerked forward and my arms wrapped around him by themselves. The wind was whipping through my hair and I had to shield my eyes by burying my face into the back of his leather jacket.
I could feel the amusement radiating off him and I wanted nothing more than to shove him off the bike but that would have meant my death and I did not hate Darius enough to kill myself for it. In hindsight, I should have paid attention to where we were going so I could have gotten home by myself but I was so distracted by the scent of his perfume because of how I was leaning against him that I couldn't think of anything else.
After a few minutes, he began to slow down and I peeled my eyes open to see a beautiful wooden cabin in front of us. It was polished and deep in the woods that no one would have stumbled across it by accident. Their air smelled crisp and there was a lake at the back of the house. I could see a boat tied at the dock.
"You can let go of me now," Darius said with amusement dripping from his tone and I practically nulled myself off him so fast that stumbled over my own.feet.when I hit the floor.
He tried and failed to hide his laughter as he made his way over to me. His hand came to my lower back as he led me towards the front door of the cabin. The closer I got to the door, the more I realized that this was real and it was actually happening. There was a feeling of apprehension and nervousness deep in my belly and I hated it so I did what I did best- I spoke.
"Is this where you take all your fuck buddies?' I drawled as we got to the door.
He gritted his teeth but stayed silent as I pushed the door open- it was unlocked. I walked in and I didn't know what I was expecting but I was not expecting the house to smell like cookies and air freshener. It smelled homey and warm and I hated it because it made things feel more intimate than they should have. Darius walked in after me and the clicking of the door as it shut made things feel more final.
"Please tell me that you at least changed the sheets since your last one-night stand. The last thing I want is to-"
Before I could finish my sentence I was pinned against the door. "You talk too much, have you ever been told?"
"Not really because everyone I have been with has been able to get me to the point where I can't speak. If I'm talking too much that sounds like a you problem."
I knew I was pushing his buttons but that was what I was comfortable with. I was not used to the small talk and the comfort before sex. I wanted him to lose control and the moment his lips slammed on mine, I could have danced in victory.
"I'll make you regret that," he promised.
"Good luck with that."
His hands weaved into my hair and he tugged so hard that I whimpered. His mouth assaulted mine and I tried and failed to keep up with his pace. My hands moved to the back of his neck but he ripped them off and pinned them above my head with his free hand. This action caused me to arch my back into him and the brush of his shirt against my strained nipples had a ragged gasp pulling from my throat.
He pulled back from my lips to pepper my throat with wet, open-mouthed kisses. His mouth was hot and like magic, as he kissed his way over the column of my neck while nipping and biting to almost the point of pain then soothing the bruised area with his tongue. I knew by the end of the night, I would have dark hickeys but I could not bring myself to care.
Darius rocked his hips into mine and the brush of his erection against me had me moaning out loud. I felt his lips curve into a smirk as he pulled the sound out of me.
"You don't seem to be doing a lot of talking right now, do you?" he murmured into my neck. "How is that for a 'me' problem?"
I knew the right thing would have been to stay silent but I have never been known for making the right decisions so in my lustful haze, I was able to make a non-committal shrug. "I've had better."
A growl rumbled through his chest and in one quick move, he pulled the cup of my bralette down freeing my breasts and his mouth closed around one nipple. He tugged on my nipple with his teeth hard enough that my vision blurred and the pain blurred with the amazing pleasure that came with having him settled between my thighs and his lips over my breast.
He released his hands from my hair and cupped my free breast in his hands. He rolled my nipple around with his thumb and index finger and he pinched that nipple at the same time he tugged at the other with his teeth and I released a strangled curse from my throat. His lips moved to the other breast lavishing it with the same attention that he did with the other.
My hands were still caged by his and I tried to tug them out of his grip. I wanted to touch him, I wanted to feel his skin beneath me. I hated feeling powerless in his hold and I hated the fact that he had me completely at his mercy.
"Do you have a thing against being touched or what?" I spat although it came out sounding breathier than it should have.
Darius pulled away from me making me whimper and he looked me square in the eye as he spoke. "I will not hesitate to shove your panties in your mouth if you do not shut the fuck up."
"Try it and I will bite your fingers off." I narrowed my eyes at him and I saw his eyes darken with lust.
"The joke is on you because I love a woman who bites."
Before I could respond, he released my hands and I let out a sigh of relief that was short-lived when he ran his hands over my body as if savoring it. I hated the action because it felt intimate and I was about to say something to spur him on when he suddenly ripped my shirt off my body in one quick move.
I felt a pool of wetness go down my thighs and I clamped my thighs together. Darius' eyes narrowed in on the movement and he took a step back to stare at me. I knew I had pretty boobs, they were not big but they were a handful and right now they were swollen and my nipples were as hard as rock.
Darius ran his eyes over me and licked his lips. "Take everything off."
My hands began to move of their own accord. Something in me wanted to please him and do everything he asked of me but I had no plans of making it easy for him. I ran my hands down my body seductively and slowly undid the buttons of my shorts. I bent dangerously low and peered up at him through my lashes as I pulled my shorts down my legs. The tent between his legs was hard to miss but he kept his hands fisted at his sides as if trying to keep his self-control.
Once my shorts were off, I made a show of shimmying down my thong. It was slick with my arousal and Darius' eyes narrowed on it. He held out his hand for me to hand it over to him and I did not hesitate before throwing it his way. He caught it and brought it up to his nose to take a long sniff. It should not have been as arousing as it was. I made to take off my boots but he held up a hand to stop me.
"Leave that on," he ordered and I did. I stood there clad in nothing but my knee-high boots while Darius watched me. "Crawl to me."
I scoffed. "Over my dead and rotting body."
He crossed the length of the room until he was standing directly in front of me and he gripped my chin with one hand while the other moved between my thighs to cup my sex. I hissed from the feel of him against where I desperately wanted him and tried to move my hips but he kept me in place.
"The way I see it," he began. "You can either crawl to me or you can put your clothes on and get out."
He slipped one finger inside of me and my head rolled back into my head. He was thicker than I had expected or thought and just one of his fingers in me had me squirming beneath his hold.
"You're not playing fair," I managed.
"I never play fair." He pulled out his finger and I made a sound of protest deep in my throat but he didn't care, he took a step back. "Crawl to me or get out. The choice is
yours."
He stepped away from me and moved back to his earlier position leaning against the back of the couch. If it were anyone else, I would have marched right out of the house but something had me glaring at Darius and slowly falling to my knees.