After they’d driven down a few streets, Brisa forced herself to watch the scenery go by. Being on the back of the motorcycle wasn’t as scary as she’d thought it would be. Mostly because Darius wasn’t driving like a speed demon.
She soon changed her opinion about that when he sped up and took a corner too fast for her liking. She clutched Darius even tighter, sure she was cutting off some of his circulation to his waist. Brisa didn’t care. She heard him chuckle over the roar of the motorcycle and realized he’d done it on purpose. In case he did it again, she put her face to the center of his back and closed her eyes. Eventually, the bike came to a stop, but Brisa didn’t open her eyes to see if they’d reached their destination, or if they were only stopped at a red light.
Darius patted her linked hands. “You can let go now, Brisa. We’re at my place.” The bike’s engine cut off after he’d said the last word.
She turned her head and opened her eyes. They sat in front of Darius’ large house on the drive by the front door. It took a few seconds for her to unlock her hands, then she swung her leg over the back of the motorcycle and got off. As she removed her helmet, Darius put down the kickstand before he joined her. He took the helmet from her and locked it to the bike as he’d done with his.
The first thing Brisa noticed when they walked closer to the door was the piece of plywood where a glass window had been next to it. She turned her gaze on Darius. “Did this happen last night as well?”
He gave her a half smile. “Yeah. I kind of locked myself out, so I punched out the window to get in. Let’s just say last night wasn’t my night.”
“I guess not.”
Darius let them inside the house. Brisa’s gaze landed on the banister and a small smile played on her lips as she remembered her wild rides down it the day before. She turned to say something along those lines to Darius, but found all the words left her head when she looked at him. He stared at her as if he wanted to gobble her up. Arousal spiked through her, making her insides melt. She wanted the gorgeous man who stood in front of her right here, right now.
Without a word, Brisa stepped into Darius’ arms and met his lips halfway when he lowered his head to kiss her. The passion that had flared to life at her apartment grew ten times hotter. He buried his hand in the hair at the back of her head as he angled his mouth for a tighter fit, nipping and sucking at her lips.
She fisted her hands in the front of Darius’ t-shirt, trying to drag him even closer when they were already as close as they could get. Her pussy throbbed, wetness pooling between her thighs. She moaned into his mouth, loving the taste of him on her tongue.
Darius shifted his hands to her waist and released her mouth. “I think we’ll be more comfortable upstairs.”
“My thoughts exactly,” she said, a bit breathless.
He took her hand and tugged her up the staircase. At the top, Darius guided her down the hallway to the end where they stepped into his large bedroom. Brisa took in the high ceiling, small sitting area at one side and the king-sized, four-poster bed, which was the focal point of the room.
She turned back to Darius at the sound of her bag hitting the hardwood floor. His heated gaze ran over her body. Brisa shivered as if he’d touched her physically. He closed the distance between them and took her in his arms. His cock, thick and hard, nestled against her belly, making her ache even more.
“I think you should strip me naked and have your way with me,” Brisa said in a husky voice.
Darius groaned. “Have to love a woman who knows what she wants.”
He lifted the bottom of her shirt. Brisa held up her arms as he yanked it all the way off. Her bra quickly followed, leaving her naked from the waist up. Darius circled a taut nipple with the tip of his finger before he moved to the top of her jeans. Brisa toed off her shoes and kicked them to the side. He undid the button and zipper, shoving the material past her hips until it fell down her legs to pool around her ankles. She stepped out of her jeans and shoved them out of the way.
Her panties were hooked with a finger and stripped from her as Darius bent his head and sucked a nipple past his lips. Brisa held on to him for balance, pleasure shooting through her with each tug of his mouth. He paid the same amount of attention to the second before running his gaze over her entire body.
“You’re beautiful,” Darius said in a strained voice. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
Brisa cupped the front of his jeans, squeezing his cock. “I want you, Darius. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
With a noise that sounded partway to a growl, Darius tore his shirt over his head and tossed it away. His pants were jerked down and kicked aside. Brisa watched as each inch of male flesh was uncovered. Darius was all hard muscle without an inch of fat anywhere.
Brisa dropped her gaze to his cock. Fully engorged, it stuck out straight from his body. She licked her lips as she remembered what it had been like to have it in her mouth. She wrapped her hand around his thick length and pumped, loving the sensation of him in her grasp. Her pussy clenched. It would feel so good having him fill her, sliding in and out.
Darius picked her up and gently placed her on the center of the bed before he followed her down. He took her mouth in a demanding kiss while a hand delved between her legs. She spread them wider, aching for Darius’ touch. He caressed along her pussy, a finger dipping inside. A second soon joined it as he stroked them in and out. Brisa clenched her inner walls around the digits working her, pleasure surging through her with each pass of his thumb over her clit.
Brisa broke the contact with his mouth. “Darius,” she moaned. “Now. I’m more than ready for you.”
“Then no more waiting,” he replied huskily.
Darius shifted so he lay on top of her with his hips wedged between her thighs. The head of his cock pushed against her pussy. Brisa bent her legs and matched each of his strokes as he slowly worked his erection inside her. His thickness stretched her, filling her up, feeling as good as she’d imagined it would. Once he was sheathed to the hilt, they were both breathing heavy.
Canting back his hips, Darius almost pulled all the way out before he slid back home. In and out he pumped, driving her ever closer to her climax. It wasn’t going to take much to send her flying, not this first time. His thrusts became faster, harder. The sound of their combined moans filled the room.
Darius lifted his upper body onto his hands, his hips continuing to thrust between her spread thighs. He angled his inward strokes so he hit just the right spot that gave her the most pleasure. Brisa clutched at his arms, matching his pace, feeling his cock grow even harder deep inside her. She was so close. It would only take a few more thrusts and she’d come.
Once, twice he pistoned into her, then she whimpered his name as her body shattered with an intense orgasm. Her inner walls clutched and released his erection, milking it in a tight fist. Darius continued to move until her climax ended.
Having not come when she had, he pulled out and urged her onto her stomach. Hands on her hips, he lifted her up onto her knees. Brisa held her upper body on her bent arms as Darius shifted behind her. He ran his fingers down her back in a caress and plunged back into her pussy.
He set a fast pace, sinking in deeper than he had in the other position. Again, she felt her body coiling tighter, another orgasm building. Brisa pushed back to match Darius’ strokes. He held on to her hips as he took her in hard thrusts.