Bang Gang (32 page)

I felt so young. Tipsy drunk with messy hair and sore feet, that same intoxicating thrum of nerves I’d always had when Darren looked at me the way he was looking at me now. I tried to keep my steps light, tiptoeing through the strewn clothes over his bedroom floor. He hadn’t been expecting me this time and it showed. But I liked that. I liked all of it. The crumpled sheets on his bed, the messy pillows, still misshapen from the last time
he’d slept. I sat on the edge of the mattress, ran a hand idly along the place I knew he’d been sleeping the night before.

I knew exactly how he slept – it was emblazoned into my memory for all time
. I could picture him like it was yesterday. Lying on his front, his head on the side facing my direction, one arm under him, bunching up the pillow. The other would be over me, once upon a time. I missed that, the warmth of his arm over me through the night, knowing he was there, knowing he would always be there.

But I’d been wrong.

Darren pulled the bedroom door closed so slowly, eased the door handle up until the latch clicked. He placed my shoes on the floor and I pushed some of the dirty mugs on his bedside table aside to clear space for my handbag. I shrugged my coat from my shoulders as he stared, his eyes like white heat on my skin, giving me prickles. My legs were crossed, and my foot tapped in the air, nervous.

Shit, I was so fucking nervous. Third time in and the nerves were worse than ever.

Because I’m not a client, not tonight
.
Because this isn’t a job for him. Because this is just about us.

He was still staring, looking at me like he’d never seen me before. His jaw was tight, his eyes not letting up, taking in every little thing and I knew it. I smoothed my hair and attempted a smile, but he didn’t smile back.

He took a step towards the bed and lifted his shirt over his head. He tossed it in a ball towards the laundry basket and loosened his belt. His cock was hard when he dropped his jeans, springing free from his boxers as he pulled those down too.

Yes. Oh, yes.

The corner of his mouth curved into a half-grin. He ran his fingers across day-old stubble and closed the distance between us. He stood before me, his belly level with my face, and I took a breath, kept my eyes on his as my fingers wrapped around his cock and gripped him tight.

He thrust his hips, moving against my hand, his dick so close to my mouth that it was the most natural thing in the world to take the head of him between my lips. His hand landed on the back of my head, his fingers curling in my hair and holding me tight.

I sucked him deep and he hissed out a breath, tipped his head back and closed his eyes. I cupped his balls just like I used to do, ran my thumb across the wiry hair I knew so well. Just a little bit of pressure, just how he liked it, and his grip on my hair tightened, his hips thrusting harder.

Yes. Oh fuck yes.

I loved to see him like this. Loved to see the bliss on his face as I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, the way his eyes closed that little bit tighter as I swirled my tongue around the head of him. I’d so missed this.

He swallowed, and arched his back. I wrapped my arms around his thighs, stroked my fingers up his legs until I gripped his ass, and he had free movement. Another hand in my hair and he was moving forward for a deeper angle.

Oh fuck
.

He pushed in deep, slowly, inching his dick to the back of my throat as I stared up at him with wide eyes. I squeezed his ass and pulled him closer, relaxed my throat to let him in. A bit of a splutter and my nose was to his belly, the wiry hair at the base of him tickling my chin.

“
Fuck
,” he breathed. “
Oh fuck, Jodie.
”

He still smelled of oil and sweat. He smelled of him, too. He smelled perfect.

He pulled out and I sucked in a breath, eyes watering almost as much as my mouth. He thumbed up the spit from my chin and smiled, then came in for seconds. This time he was rougher – thrusting right from his thighs, a strong grip under my jaw to keep the position right.

I felt so
taken
. So
secured
.

I felt amazing.

I blinked and my watery eyes spilled over. I smiled around his cock and he smiled back, brushed my cheek with this thumb.

Sweeping thrusts, his cock thumping the back of my throat until my cheeks billowed and my mouth made low gurgles. I felt his ass clench, his thighs, too, his movements more urgent, his breath quickening.

I stared up at him and encouraged his thrusts, kept my hands tight on his ass and my mouth wide. I wanted this, wanted him to peak, wanted him to unload all over my tongue and let me swallow him down like a hungry little bitch, but he stopped without warning and pulled his dick from my mouth.

He pushed me backwards until I flopped onto the bed, and dropped to his knees on the floor between my legs. His palms were rough against my calves, warm against my goose-pimpled skin. Calloused fingers climbed up my thighs, hitched my dress to my hips and tugged down my tiny little knickers. He took my feet in his hands and kneaded the soles until I squirmed. It was bliss.

I gripped the bedsheets as he worked, his touch magic on sore toes. I gasped as his lips landed on my ankle and grazed their way up. I was too squirmy to stay still by the time he reached my knee, and my the time he reached my thigh I was a breathless wreck, legs lolling apart in desperation for the touch of his mouth against my pussy.

He paused, his breath on my wet pussy lips, and I couldn’t look, I was already too far gone. I reached for him, my hands on his head, his hair spiking my palms as I urged him closer. He pushed one leg up onto the bed and hitched the other over his shoulder, and I was spread wide, exposed so totally that the nerves in my belly spluttered and fizzed.

Oh God.

When his mouth clamped onto my pussy it clamped hard, his tongue hungry and horny as he sought out my clit with hard, flat strokes. He eased my dress up further and rested his hand on my belly, his thumb moving back and forth across my flabbiest parts like they were beautiful. He made me feel beautiful.

I rested my head to the side and smiled, let myself rock into him, grinding my pussy against his mouth as he licked at me. I expected him to fuck me with his fingers, but he didn’t, just kept on working that magic with his tongue until my clit was pulsing and wired, my movements becoming jerky as my breath grew ragged.

I’m going to…

I gripped his hair and bucked, letting out a single solitary groan before I caught myself.
The girls
. I bit my lip and thrashed, arching my back as he sent me over the edge, lapping at my pussy like a hungry fucking dog.
Fuck!
An explosion of white behind my eyes and my ears started ringing with the strain of silence. I grabbed for one of the pillows and brought it to my face, biting down on it and shuddering out my orgasm as he flicked that heavenly tongue.

He didn’t stop until I was long spent – a mushy, limp bag of limbs flopped uselessly on
his bed.

He didn’t waste any time. His body was so warm, his chest so hard against mine as he pressed his full weight onto me. Oh God I wanted to take him.

“Shh,” he breathed into my ear. His lips were soft against my cheek, peppering their way to my mouth. I kissed him deep, kissed him hard, and he was right back at me, crushing my head into the covers underneath.

Yes…

I wrapped my legs around his hips, my arms around his shoulders.

Yes…

His cock pressed to my slit, teasing.

Yes…

My legs squeezed, coaxed him, but he held back. I stared into his eyes and they were so hungry, so feral.

Please… Please fucking fuck me…

He broke the kiss. “I need to grab a johnny,” he whispered. “To be safe.”

But I didn’t want to be safe. I didn’t want to be safe at all. I wanted to be reckless, and crazy, and free. I shook my head.

“I’ve got an app,” I whispered. “With dates…”

He stroked my cheek, his eyes serious. “I’m clean…”

I nodded. “I want you… I want to feel you…” He kissed me as he pushed inside and it was the most incredible feeling, his dick filling me up, filling me raw. “Please,” I hissed. “Oh God, Darren, please…”

“What?” he whispered, his voice ragged. “What do you need?”

I pressed my palms to his cheeks. “Take me,” I said. “Take me like I’m yours, take me like you mean it.”

“Oh I fucking mean it.” His voice was raspy, that caveman edge to it I loved so fucking much.

He pulled out and flipped me onto my front, practically tore my dress off over my head. He unclipped my bra and pulled it free, then shunted me further onto the bed and stretched my arms out over my head. He grabbed my wrists and held them in position, his weight keeping me still. He pinned my legs together with his and slammed his cock in my tightened pussy in one thrust.

Oh fuck
.

His full weight was behind him, his dick thumping all the way inside me. I could feel his balls against my ass, tight between us, his hips rolling for leverage, deeper and deeper.

He didn’t pull out, just stayed there, circling his hips wider and wider, his cock straining to loosen my pussy but achieving nothing, my legs were pinned shut too tightly.

The pressure built, his hips thrusting and rolling as I moaned into the bedcovers, praying I didn’t wake the girls. It ached, a glorious ache, the urge to pee becoming too much to bear.

“I need to…” I began, but he shook his head at my shoulder. “Darren… I need to…”

“Take it,” he breathed. “Fucking take it, Jodie.”

He thrust hard, and I whimpered. A good whimper.

“Shh,” he hissed. “Take it…”

I nodded, breathed into the bedcovers. “Fuck me, Darren… hard…” I could hardly hear myself, but he could. He adjusted, braced himself on his spread knees and took a breath. He took both of my wrists in one hand and used the other to gag me. His palm pressed tight to my lips, fingers gripping my cheeks and holding firm
.

And then he fucked me.

He fucked me so hard the bed shook and creaked under us. He fucked me so hard I was sure the girls would hear us. His skin slapped against mine, and my pussy took all of him. He slammed and then he circled, alternating over and over until I was a squirming wreck underneath him. My pussy felt weird, achy, desperate to piss, but there was another feeling, something deep and crazy and threatening to blow.

“Let it go,” he breathed. “Let it happen, Jo…”

Let what happen?

Oh… Oh, that…

My pussy exploded with crazy sensation. My body turned tense and thrashed under him, my head flying back and pressing against his shoulder. He kept his hand tight to my mouth, wouldn’t let me escape. Just a hiss of breath and a couple of muted squeaks as I came, and that made it all the more intense.

I strained. Strained against his palm. Strained for breath, strained for the freedom to squeal out my pleasure and ride the waves, but he didn’t let go. He kept fucking me, driving me higher, ploughing that spot inside that was driving me to insanity. I thrashed all over again as the next wave ripped through me, and this time I felt wetness, a splash of heat between my clamped thighs.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “Fuck, Jo, yes…”

My breath was raspy through my nostrils, my face hot against his hand. Damp hair stuck to my forehead.

I was rigid as he circled his hips all over again, my body spasming and shaking under him.

“Fucking beautiful,” he said, “Just fucking beautiful.”

Another gush of heat between my legs and my pussy had taken on a life of its own. He slammed hard, his breath in grunts, so fucking deep that my pussy was squelching with every thrust.

And it felt so good, so horny, so fucking dirty.

Again, and I flailed. Again, and I kicked my legs out, my whole body trembling with uncontrollable sensations.

“Gonna come,” he hissed. “Oh fuck, I’m
gonna come…”

Yes
. Yes, Yes, Yes!

Come inside me…

I’d have said it if I could. I’d have said the crazy stupid words on my tongue without a second thought.

Come inside me, Darren… come inside me…