Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star (23 page)

Jane nodded and her hands slid up his body, taking the time to explore his chest and back.

Charles was working on his own exploration. His hand had started with caressing her stomach in slow smooth circles as he kissed her. Gradually, he worked his hand up to the lower edge of her breast, caressing more of it with each rotation. Jane moaned softly, which Charles took as a positive sign, and he slipped his hand farther up until he encircled the whole breast. “Perfect,” he sighed against her throat as her body pressed into his.

Her nipple was already hard when his fingers reached it. With agonizing slowness, he dragged his lips to it, prompting even more moans from Jane. He kissed it once, lightly, as he looked at her with hungry eyes, then he went back, drawing it into his mouth and sucking on it gently, while his hand began circling the other breast.

“Charles,” she cried.

“So beautiful,” he breathed as he changed his attention to her other nipple. Jane’s fingers buried themselves in his hair and held on tightly. His attention left her hardened nipples and traveled south, letting his lips and nose brush along her satin skin as he slowly surveyed her soft body until he reached the tiny golden triangle of fur over her sex. He kissed her there once, reverently, then pulled back to look at her, his eyes dark. “Are you ready, Jane?” he asked, his voice rough and sexy.

Jane opened her eyes, looking at him, not understanding his words, but willing to follow wherever he led. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his.

He moved back up to her, his face rubbing against her, his voice buzzing in her ear. “I want to make you feel very good, Jane, like you’ve never felt before.” He lay on top of her then, but before Jane could open her legs to him, he rolled them both over, so she was on top.

“Oh!” she cried, and Charles smiled back to her then.

“Slide on, love,” he gently directed her. And she did, impaling herself on his delicious cock, her eyes closing as she pushed herself all the way onto him. She reveled in the experience of him filling her, when she felt his hands on her shoulders. Startled, her eyes opened. “Trust me,” he told her, his voice thick, “I’m going to teach you how to come.”

Jane was confused but in no position to argue. Charles gently pushed her shoulders back until she was upright on top of him, his impressive length still buried deep inside of her. She looked down and smiled at the image of their blonde hairs mingled as one. “Now, rest your hands on my legs.”

Jane did as she was bid, leaning even farther back, placing her hands behind her and balancing herself there. He placed his hands on her hips and encouraged her to move back and forth slightly. She didn’t understand the purpose, and then her eyes popped open in astonishment before they locked tight again. Her movements against Charles had stimulated her and Jane could feel the stirrings of an orgasm already beginning.

He saw her reaction and smiled in a feline way. “I told you I was going to teach you how to come.”

“How? What?” she mumbled incoherently.

“Shhhh, keep going. I want to watch you.” He moved his hands to her breasts as he spoke and began caressing them in light circles again. Jane arched against him and soon found the sensations building to a miraculous wave.

“Oh my God!” she cried out as the pleasure overpowered her and she was racked with a powerful orgasm that left her shuddering. Charles locked his hands on her shoulders to keep her upright. She grasped his wrists with her hands as she looked at him in shocked surprise.

“That was beautiful, Jane,” he told her as his eyes feasted on her. Gently he brought her forward and let her rest her head on his shoulder. Soon her panting faded and Charles tested her with an upward thrust.

Jane’s breath caught. “Are you ready for more, love?” he asked, his hands stroking her bare back.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, lifting her head to look at him, her dazed look fading as she spoke. He stroked her lips with his thumb and she kissed him, her mouth hungrily working against his.

“Take me,” he told her in a tight whisper.

Jane understood. She pushed herself up on her arms and began moving back and forth on his long length, producing feelings that were so different from the others, yet equally pleasurable. She watched him this time, watched his eyes close when the sensations became too strong, watched him offer himself to her.

Her body started to buck against his as the pleasure grew. Charles, his jaw clenched tightly, moved against her thrusts as their rhythm grew faster and more desperate. “Jaaaaaane,” he moaned in a rising tone as he grew harder inside of her, and Jane knew he was hers. She tightened her muscles around him, prompting a gasp and strangled cry as he came. Unexpectedly, the action produced a similar effect on her, and she followed him immediately into bliss. Their bodies rocked as one until they collapsed into an exhausted heap and lay motionless for a long time.

Jane smiled dopily as she realized she was drooling onto Charles’s shoulder and she didn’t care. Awareness slowly returned and stiffly she rolled off him. Charles quickly turned onto his side and bundled her close to him. She started giggling as a full, unashamed burst of pure joy flowed out of her body. Charles smiled and kissed her forehead as he held her tightly.

“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, his eyes shining.

“Charles!” she exclaimed. “Oh my God! I’ve never… You… Wow!”

He laughed with her, delighted. Jane took a deep breath and looked at him, trying again to express her feelings. “Charles I never, ever—”

“I know,” he hushed her with a kiss. “And to tell the truth, love, neither have I.”

She looked at him puzzled and he sighed. “Jane, I’ve been with many women before. But never like that.” He kissed her lovingly. “You’re so special to me.” He looked at her, feeling suddenly shy, realizing he had revealed so much.

Jane reached out to him, taking his face between her hands and kissed him slowly. When she pulled back to look into his eyes, she let hers fill with all the passion and love she felt for him. He smiled then, relieved and content. Jane, taking her cue, snuggled up tightly to him and rested her head on his shoulder. “Tell me,” she said, tracing designs on the skin of his chest over his heart, “how did you know how to do that?”

Charles shrugged. “The women I dated before I met you. They, well, they were nothing like you.” He grinned uneasily. “Anyway, while I can’t say too many good things about them, I can credit them giving me an excellent education on how to please a woman.”

He took in her guarded look and kissed her tenderly. “I never loved them, any of them. I thought I did, but I didn’t. I loved the sex, but not them, not like I love you.”

Jane smiled then, relieved. Charles looked at her, seeing the fatigue around her eyes, and he sighed, reflecting on what a long day it had been for both of them. “Come and sleep with me now, Jane,” he said as he gently pulled her to a spooning position in front of him. “I’m really looking forward to waking up next to you.”

The light clicked off, and Jane took his hand and squeezed it in the darkness. “I love you, Charles,” she said softly.

“I know,” he whispered back as he kissed her head good night.

Charles Bingley rolled over. Without opening his eyes, he reached for the blonde goddess he fell asleep with the night before. She was gone. Furious patting of the bed failed to find any feel of her, and reluctantly he was forced to open his eyes.

Nothing. He was in bed alone. “Jane!” he called out, pushing the blankets away and sitting up.

“What?” Jane asked, her head appearing in the bathroom doorway, a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth.

Charles sank back down relieved. “I thought you had left,” he explained.

Jane smiled consolingly. “Of course I didn’t leave,” she said. “I’m just getting cleaned up.”

“Jane, do you remember what I told you last night?”

Jane returned to the mirror. “Uh-hum,” she answered vaguely. Her eyes widened at the sight of Charles’s naked body in her mirror.

He took the toothbrush out of her hand and put it down on the counter. “Spit,” he ordered, and she did, into the sink. He removed the hotel bathrobe she was wearing, pleased to see her still naked underneath. “Come back to bed, Jane,” he said in a voice that left no room for discussion.

“But—”

Charles calmly took her hand and led her back to the bedroom, ignoring her squeal of giggles. “I told you,” he said as he gently pushed her down onto the bed, “I wanted to wake up
with
you,” he continued as he crawled in beside her. “Now I’m just going to have to educate you as to why.”

Before she could do more than draw breath to protest, he had his mouth firmly over hers and her body in his arms. Jane forgot what she was going to say and gleefully enjoyed her education instead.

***

At breakfast that morning, Elizabeth was careful to sit next to Charlotte. She felt protective of her best friend, but at the same time, didn’t know what more she could do. Alex took the seat on the opposite side of Charlotte, and Elizabeth observed with approval that he seemed to have the same idea.

“Morning,” Darcy said easily as he sat down at their table.

The corners of Elizabeth’s mouth couldn’t help but curl up at the sight of him as she remembered their swim the night before. She arrived at the pool just as Darcy was undressing. Elizabeth watched him silently, observing once again that Fitzwilliam Darcy was one hell of a gorgeous man. She was able to rationalize her frank ogling by figuring that he was safe. She knew she had no chance with him, so she might as well enjoy the show.

When he caught her looking at him, Elizabeth merely lifted an eyebrow in approval. Darcy seemed taken aback to see her, but that soon changed as they both realized she was still wearing her clothes. He raised an eyebrow, signaling that it was her turn to get undressed.

Elizabeth took off her T-shirt, revealing the vivid red racer suit she wore underneath, neither rushing nor taking her time. She told herself she was merely going for a swim, as she had hundreds of times before. Darcy was nothing more than a pool buddy.

She was surprised by the splash she heard as she removed her sweatpants. Apparently Darcy wasn’t as interested in watching her show as she was in his. A bit disappointed, she walked to the edge, dove in, and began her laps.

***

Darcy was shocked when he saw Elizabeth standing there, her eyes examining his body intently. He had not heard her come in and thought he was alone. He was more than a little surprised by the look of appreciation on her face.

Although Darcy was used to women viewing him as a sex object, it was something he never had been really comfortable with. His way of dealing with it was by deliberately not thinking about it too much. However, this was completely different. If Elizabeth wanted to stare at his body, he had no problem with it.

He grinned inwardly as he realized that his generosity was about to be repaid measure for measure as Elizabeth started pulling off her T-shirt. His eyes burned and he knew he would be replaying this scene over and over in his mind later that night. He watched as she twisted her long, thick hair with her hand and clipped it to the top of her head. He found himself swallowing hard as she bent down to remove her shoes, his eyes caressing every curve of her body.

As she sat down to remove her pants, Darcy discovered he had a problem. He had enjoyed Elizabeth’s show too much, and the swim trunks he was wearing did nothing to hide that fact. He quickly walked to the pool, realizing that cold water and exertion were his only salvation.

***

“Good morning,” Elizabeth replied warmly.
See?
This wasn’t too hard. I can be friendly with Darcy.

His eyes actually smiled slightly at her before he began eating. Elizabeth was snapped out of watching him when she became aware of the change in Charlotte’s posture.

As Elizabeth looked to her, she heard Richard’s voice ask, “Alex, could you move down one?”

Elizabeth looked from Charlotte to Alex and back. Charlotte gave her brother a silent sign and he moved, making room for Richard but looking unhappy about it.

Richard sat and poured himself a cup of coffee from the carafe on the table. “How is everyone this morning?” he asked pleasantly before taking a long sip. When he lifted his head, his eyes sought out Charlotte’s.

“Just fine,” Charlotte answered lightly.

“Good,” Richard nodded, “good.” He acted casual, but it was clear to Elizabeth that he was aware of the hostile glances he was receiving.

“So, were they real?” Charlotte asked quietly.

Richard gasped and choked on his coffee, which left him sputtering for a good thirty seconds.

Charlotte allowed herself one small smile at his expense. When Richard finally regained control, he looked back up at her. “Hum?” she prompted.

“Yes, they were, as a matter of fact,” he answered glibly. “She had a tattoo, as well,” he told her, placing his hand over his right breast to indicate the location. “But it wasn’t as nicely done as yours,” he shrugged.

Charlotte replied with an indifferent sound. “So,” Richard continued, “has the honeymoon couple come down yet?”