“Olympia, we…” I don’t let him breathe another word as I bite his lip then push him down on the sofa, straddling him.
“I need…” I reach for the jar of condoms next to his sofa and tear one open and slide in on before I push my lace to the side and sit down on him. He’s watching me, with so much intent that I have to look away. Instead, I glance down between us. From the way his perfect fucking body has abs that are so lickable, to an enormous dick to fuck, he’s perfect. Darby’s mouth is so kissable and all mine right now. In this very moment, all this helps me forget things that I thought I’d moved on from.
“Tell me you want me,” I whisper leaning close to his ear, biting his earlobe. “Tell me,” I growl when he doesn’t say a word.
“I fucking want you,” he says then takes charge.
My arms wrap around his neck as he stands with me. My ass hits a cold desk, then he pushes things off, and I lie back as he grips my hips and starts to fuck me, now having full control. I’m a sucker at his mercy, and there’s no one else I would rather be with at this moment. He may not realize it, but right now he’s saving my heart from the destruction that I like to bring upon myself. And if he can do that, I might just fucking marry him, so I can fuck him every day to help make me forget.
A knock comes on the door. We both pause, me longer than him, but he doesn’t care and starts moving again.
The knock comes again.
“Fuck off,” he yells then leans down, covering my mouth with his while his hands fondle my breasts as he fucks me with his cock.
The knock comes again, and his mouth leaves mine and makes its way to my breasts. Darby toys with the nipple, sucking it, licking it while I pinch the other one.
“I’m almost…”
“Ah, no you don’t.” He lifts me now, my arms against his back. He starts to bounce me, the movement causing my clit even more stimulation, and I can feel my orgasm building so fucking fast that I’m afraid I will let go and fall. Will he catch me?
“Darby…”
We both come, and my hands go weak and as he catches me. He keeps me upright while he walks to the sofa, laying me down gently on the soft surface.
“You two better hurry the fuck up, Darby, your father is waiting for you.” Falcon’s voice echoes through the door. I manage to pull my skirt up, and then pull my shirt on. I glance up to see Darby watching me.
“I have to go.”
I nod. He walks off and doesn’t look back.
Falcon peeks in as Darby walks out topless with his shirt in hand. Falcon winks and then they’re both gone.
I curl myself up on the sofa and try to think of a future, one I want to see myself living in.17Darby“Olympia.” I try to wake her but she doesn’t move. She’s still in the same position I left her in, in my office, over four hours ago.
“Man, what did you do to her? Fuck her into a coma?” Falcon laughs.
The place is now closed, and she should have left hours ago. But no one checks my office, so no one would have seen or known she was in here.
“If you aren’t going to help, fuck off.”
Falcon throws his hands in the air. “Fine, fine. What should we do?”
I don’t know what do with a woman who won’t wake up. “I don’t fucking know.”
“Poke her, maybe?” Falcon suggests shrugging. “I mean, she might wake up thinking it’s your dick again.”
“You’re fucked up. You know that, right?”
He winks at me. “Carry her to your car. Take her home.”
“I have Charles,” I say stating the obvious.
“Your father’s there. Who, might I mention, likes blue.”
“Maybe I can lay her down on one of the beds.”
“Your funeral.” He waves and walks off.
“Fucker,” I mutter reaching for Olympia. She finally opens her eyes, sees it’s me, then closes them again softly. Her head snuggles into mine, and I wonder how she slept with the light on because it’s way too bright in here.
Falcon’s downstairs with the doors already open for me. “Knew you’d take her.”
“You’re a real dick, you know that?”
“Why… thank you, kind sir.” He bows, and if my hands weren’t full right now, I might just punch him into the middle of next week. “She must be really out of it. Did she take anything?” he asks as I get her to the car.
“Not that I know of.”
Falcon nods and steps away. I buckle her up, and she still doesn’t wake. She just lies there like she’s a zombie. Who the fuck is this girl, and what did she do with the one that likes to talk back at me any chance she can get?