Crazy Thing (The Brighton Family #5)

Chapter 29

29

ZIGGY

I ’m done fighting this. It’s no use.

Because Darius Brighton is here, inside my cramped bus in the middle of a storm, with his lips on my lips and his hands on my body.

And the truth is…I don’t want him to leave.

As long as he keeps kissing me, I don’t care if it’s right or if it’s wrong. Since the day I started working for him—maybe even before that—my soul has been begging for this. Now, I’m ready to give in.

Tongues tangled together, I clutch a handful of his hair as he urgently kicks my laundry hamper out of the way and pushes me up against my mini fridge.

“I can’t keep pretending, Ziggy.” His fingers grasp my hips and tighten.

I stroke a hand down his back, keeping him close to me as I speak against his mouth. “Pretending what…?”

He lifts me onto the cluttered kitchen counter, bending to suck on my throat and jaw. His expensive cologne fills my head, making me dizzy.

“Pretending I haven’t been wanting you. That I haven’t been craving you. Resisting my attraction to you has been driving me crazy.”

My heart gets tangled inside my throat. Because I feel the same.

My knees lock around his hips—no easy feat with the way my satiny gown is plastered to my skin. I hold Darius’s face in my hands, forcing him to look at me in the darkness of the bus.

“This is crazy,” I whisper. “Do we even know what we’re doing?”

Muted light from the dim bulb above my toaster oven washes over his handsome face. His expression looks so earnest, a contradiction to the story I’ve been replaying in my head. The story that says he’s a liar. The story that says he’s one orgasm away from betraying me again.

He slips a large hand through the slit of my dress, slowly running a palm up the side of my thigh. “I don’t care that it doesn’t make sense. For once in my life, I don’t want to think. I don’t want to overanalyze this to death. I just want to feel. I want to feel… you. ”

Darius lowers his lips to my neck, letting his tongue blaze a fiery path along my collarbone. He burrows his nose against my chest, making a feral sound as he breathes me in.

“Fairy Girl, will you let me feel you tonight?” He gives my thigh a squeeze that sends sparks of lightning shooting to my core.

My head drops back against the window behind me where rain lashes against the glass. My legs squeeze around him, holding him closer to me. “Yes. Feel me, Darius.”

His hands get to work on unhooking the clasps at the front of my soaked dress. One by one by one. As the fabric of my corset loosens, revealing my breasts, Darius groans .

His eyes flick up and down my torso, taking in every inch of me.

I’m not particularly insecure about my body. Whenever I’m lacking in confidence, I like to remind myself that what’s on the inside matters way more than the particular way my flesh clings to my bones.

But it’s impossible not to feel self-conscious with the way this man is always inspecting me. Like he’s trying to see past the layers of my skin, all the way into my soul.

He straightens up, just long enough to discard my dress and my panties to the floor. Now, I’m fully nude.

I barely manage to loosen his bow tie and peel him out of his tuxedo jacket before he grasps my upper thighs, spreading them wide.

“No fair. I want you naked, too.” I whine.

He strokes a finger over my pouting bottom lip. “Shush. Wait your turn. Let me enjoy you.”

I’d love to protest some more but what would be the point? Darius is clearly in control here. And secretly, I’m liking it.

His hands are strong and warm on my damp, goosebump covered skin. His eyes burn with lust as he takes me in.

“Fuck. Look at you. Every pretty shade of pink.” He strokes two fingers through my seam where I’m already dripping for him.

He gently eases inside, coating his digits with my wetness.

“Pink looks good on you, Fairy Girl. I can’t decide which shade is my favorite.” He sucks those drenched fingers into his mouth, savoring my nectar like it’s a rare delicacy. “The bubblegum pink of your hair or your rosy pink nipples or your candy pink mouth or that shade of cotton candy between your legs.”

I shiver.

“My god, Darius.” I feel like I could get off just listening to him, just watching him suck my juices off his fingers.

His gorgeous lips slide into a slow smile at my affronted reaction. “Seriously. You’re so fucking beautiful, Ziggy.”

When he says it, for some reason, it feels like he means it on a deeper level. Like he’s not just talking about my outward self.

He glides his knuckles along my jawline, down my neck like I’m something to be revered. “I’ve traveled the whole freaking world, I’ve met more women than I care to remember. But I’ve never met anyone like you.”

He’s going to break me. If he keeps talking to me like that, looking at me like that, he’s going to break my fences. He’s going to shatter my barriers. I won’t be able to protect myself against the way he makes me feel.

So, I grab his wrist, pulling him back into me. I guide his hand to the place where I’m aching for him. “Touch me here…” I whisper.

Together, we hiss as he sinks his fingers inside me again. He locks his eyes on mine, exploring my every reaction as he fucks me with his hand. Probing deeper with each thrust. Curling against my G-spot. Massaging my clit with the pad of his thumb.

The drunken buzz inside me builds with each stroke of his magical fingers. I squirm and I wiggle against the counter, moaning his name and fighting against the urge to let my eyes roll into my head.

I reach for his waistband, unfastening the button of his pants and sliding my hand inside his boxers. Darius grunts when I curl my fingers around his manhood. I moan, too .

Wrapped around his erection, my fingers touch, but just barely. Girthy fucker . And my fist slides down what must be at least ten inches of cock.

My breath stutters. My eyes bulge. My pussy pulsates. He’s huge!

Darius seems to be very aware of what I’m thinking. The smirk that comes across his face is a dead giveaway.

“Think you’ll be able to handle all of this?” His free hand covers mine, and together, we stroke his length up and down.

“Oh, this small thing? It won’t be a problem,” I tease with a shrug. “I even have a few cucumbers and eggplants in the fridge if you need a little help.”

Darius growls, offended, and I drop the back of my head against the window in laughter. Getting him worked up is so much fun.

“You little shit-talker. I’m gonna leave you sore. After I’m done with you tonight, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Is that so?” I laugh.

He nods.“As a matter of fact, I need to make sure that your pussy is nice and ready for what I’m going to do to you with my cock.”

Without warning, he drops to his knees, drags my ass to the edge of the counter and covers my mound with one hot, searing swipe of his tongue.

I cry out.

Darius eats me fervently, like he’s out for revenge, like he’s looking to prove a point, like he’s trying to get an apology out of me.

I cling to his hair and thrust against his face, each movement of my hips a confession. You’re right. You’re right, okay ?

Because the reality is, he’s way more than enough man for me. He’s more than my body can handle.

He’s more than my heart can handle.

From where he’s perched on his knees, he leans back, locking his eyes on my face as he now rhythmically works two fingers inside of my pussy. I whimper, barely able to keep my vision from blurring. I’m cross-eyed with pleasure.

What he says next takes me completely off-guard. “Tell me you’ve wanted me. Tell me you’ve dreamed of me all these years.”

“Darius…” I mumble as pleasure pulls me down into the abyss.

“Because I dreamed of you, Ziggy. More often than I’d like to admit. Way too often, you’d creep into my mind. Way too often, I’d compare someone else to you and I’d wonder what life would be like if I’d made different choices, if I’d chosen you.”

I feel my chest splitting in two.

“I dreamed of you, too,” I confess, the words spill out completely against my will. “I tried so hard to get you out of my head, to forget that you ever existed. But all those years, the thought of you was always somewhere at the back of my mind.”

He drops a soft kiss against the seam of my inner thigh. “Well, we don’t have to dream anymore, Fairy Girl. Just for tonight, let me make you mine.”

My chest shudders as I nod. “Just for tonight, I…I’m…”

“Say it, Ziggy,” he commands, applying pressure to my clit with his thumb.

My eyes roll up to the ceiling right before fluttering shut. “For tonight—I’m yours…I’m yours, Darius.”

“Good girl.”

At that, he thrusts his tongue into my channel and his fingers focus on my clit, plucking and massaging. It’s not long before a forceful orgasm barrels in, blowing me apart.

I crumble. I shatter into a million shards.

The way I cry out is embarrassing. I always thought I was tougher than this. It’s only now that I’m realizing that these walls around me were never concrete. These walls were always made of the most fragile glass.

“DARIUS!” I grip his hair, urgently thrusting against his mouth.

He groans into my core, squeezing my hips and my ass as his face burrows deeper into my womanhood.

The bus shakes as the storm rages on outside. But the wind and rain in this forest are no match for the hurricane hitting its peak inside my body.

I ride and he licks and I ride and he licks until I’m too weak to ride anymore.

When I’m a breathless, throbbing mass of flesh and bones on the counter, Darius tenderly scoops me up.

“Careful…” I whimper, protecting the back of his head with my hand so his skull doesn’t crash into the shelf over the little sink.

He grins at me, twisting and turning to make sure not to bump into anything in my tiny kitchen area. “Of course I’m careful. I’ve got precious cargo in my arms.”

Don’t swoon, Ziggy. Whatever you do, just don’t swoon. I exaggeratedly roll my eyes. “Charmer.”

Flashing me a wink, he carries me over to the couch, gently depositing me on the cushions.

I’m boneless and depleted, sprawling out as I watch Darius hovering above me. He’s slowly peeling out of his shirt and pants.

His body is… wow ! I can’t find the appropriate adjectives to do it justice. His broad, muscular shoulders. His strong, tattooed chest. His thighs that are carved from stone.

He leans forward to step out of his boxers.

When his erection finally bounces free, I find the strength somewhere inside me to sit upright. Because I need to get closer.

His rod is majestic. So thick. So long. Curved slightly to the left. With the throbbing veins in its glistening mushroom-shaped cap and a pearl of precum dangling from the tip. That dick is so beautiful, I want to write a fucking sonnet about it.

With my mouth.

I clutch his cock at the base with both of my hands.

His knees falter. “Ziggy…” he moans, his fingers instantly flying to my hair.

“I want to…” my words drift away from me and I lick my lips, hypnotized by the sight before me.

“You want to suck me off, baby? You want to put my cock in your mouth?”

I nod, my eyes only venturing up to Darius’s face for a moment before returning to the beautiful behemoth in my hands.

His palm cups the back of my head. “Do it,” he urges me.

I can barely keep my fingers from shaking as I slowly drag my fists up his shaft. Then I stick out my tongue and catch the precum dangling from the tip.

“Dammit, Ziggy,” he groans, his fingers flexing against my scalp.

I swirl my tongue around the head and mewl at the salty taste of him. “Oh my god,” I whisper, a thrill of arousal running through me.

“More,” the impatient man commands me. Actually, it sounds like a plea. “Do that again. ”

Too turned on to rebel against his wishes, I lick him again. He rewards me with another desperate growl and a slight buck of his hips.

Growing impatient myself, I completely cover his crown with my lips. I hollow my cheeks, sucking slightly and warmth gathers between my legs. My pussy is throbbing for release again.

My hands twist around the base of his erection. I slowly begin to bob my head.

I hear Darius’s sharp intakes of air, I feel the tension of his hand in my hair. He’s holding back. He’s barely restraining himself.

I drag my tongue along the underside of his shaft and he shudders. Then he suddenly pulls back, ejecting himself from my mouth with a pop.

“What…? What’s wrong?” I whisper, wiping the back of my hand across my swollen lips as I stare up at him.

“Shit…” Darius groans as he looks down on me, the dim bulb from the kitchenette illuminating the toned, tattooed planes of his powerful body. “I can’t hold back anymore. I need to fuck you.”

“Yes…” I breathe out.

He hooks his fingers beneath my arms, helping me to my feet. “So gorgeous,” he mutters, covering my mouth in another dirty kiss, letting his hands roam the slopes of my body. “You have a condom?”

I search my brain. “Maybe…Hold on.”

I scamper off to my bathroom and dig through my toiletries basket. I’m lucky enough to find one single, solitary, sad-looking foil packet covered in organic cream bronzer and dried up toothpaste and eye shadow dust. I check the expiration date because who knows how long this thing has been here ?

When I step out into the main area of the bus, waving the condom in the air, I see that Darius has figured out that my couch pulls out into a small mattress.

I’m impressed. That contraption isn’t always easy to figure out. But when a man needs to get laid, he’ll always find a way to make it happen.

He warily eyeballs the sketchy-looking condom when I stretch it to him. I cringe. “Sorry. I haven’t exactly been ‘getting busy’ lately.” And this lone, pathetic condom makes it painfully clear.

Darius takes the rubber from me. He observes the blazing flush on my cheeks and he chuckles.

“You are so fucking hot,” he mutters. “Get over here.” He kisses me once more. Then his hands are on my shoulders, gently pushing me down onto the mattress.

Heart thudding, I lie back and watch him put on the condom. Then he’s climbing over me, a dangerous want in his eyes.

Ziggy, do you know what the hell you’re doing?

No. I don’t. I absolutely do not.

But I recall Darius’s words from earlier. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to overanalyze this to death. I just want to feel .

I want to feel him inside me tonight.

He tenderly pulls my legs apart, settling his hips into my valley. “You sure about this?” He leans closer, his lips hovering just inches from mine. He strokes the side of my face. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

There are a million reasons why I should take him up on that offer. Heaven knows that would be the smart thing to do.

But I don’t want to be smart. I want to be stuffed .

Mercilessly .

I lock my ankles around his back. “I’m not changing my mind.”

Uncertainty shadows his expression. “Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.” I hawk, pulling him closer to me with my legs. “It’s not a big deal. It’s just sex.”

I feel a part of my soul tear as I make the false statement so nonchalantly.

“ Just sex?!” Darius echoes, his voice disbelieving.

“Well, yeah. That’s what you want from me, isn’t it?” I hold steady to my cool girl facade. A facade that is far from authentic to the way I really feel.

I want to be loved. I want it so deeply. For once in my life, I want to be accepted and seen and loved. But at the same time, I’m terrified to put those things out into the universe. Because I don’t think I could survive being rejected and disappointed again.

Darius frowns at me, his nostrils flaring with indignation. “This is more than just sex, Ziggy. It’s something…different. I don’t quite know what it is. Yet. But I know it’s more than just sex.”

“Something like what?” I dare to whisper.

He’s silent for a while. Then he shakes his head. “Maybe it’s infatuation. Maybe it’s some weird obsession. Maybe I’m losing my damn mind. But I know without a shadow of a doubt that this is more than just sex.”

I swallow against the tennis ball of emotion that finds its way into my throat.

And Darius kisses me. And he guides his crown to the entrance of my womanly gates.

And slowly, he pushes inside.

And we’re connected. Our bodies melded together.

He’s filling me. He’s stretching me. He’s inside me.

My walls ache, struggling to accommodate his thickness .

“Oh my god…” I blubber as he eases, inch by inch, through my tunnel.

“You okay?” he asks me, his eyes lust-drunk and heavy-lidded as he takes measured breaths. He’s struggling to hold back. I can tell.

When I see the way he’s looking at me, I become feral with the need to please him. Something inside of me expands. To the point that it’s almost painful. It’s as if my body is desperate to do whatever it takes to make room for him.

“I am so okay, Darius.” My fingers clasp around the back of his neck. My inner walls convulse. “I’m excellent. I’m okay. I haven’t been this okay in a long time.”

I’m rambling.

He kisses the bridge of my nose, chuckling breathlessly. “I’ll make you feel better than okay, Fairy Girl. Hang on tight."

Darius flexes his hips inside me, his pelvis crushing mine and sending sparks of static into my clit.

I squirm beneath him, my chest rising and falling quickly.

He’s fucking me slowly now, sinking deep before withdrawing before penetrating me again. But something in the restrained way his body is moving tells me he won’t be able to control himself much longer.

I don’t want him to.

My hands move to his ass, silently begging him for more. Deeper. Harder. Faster. I want all of it.

“More,” I demand quietly. “Give me more.”

“Fuck, yes,” he mutters. His hand slides up the back of my thigh, guiding me to hook my leg over his shoulder.

In this new position, Darius picks up the tempo. Gradually. Smoothly. Until his hips are hammering relentlessly .

He’s hitting so deep, I swear I can feel my organs scrambling out of the way to make room for that big dick with every thrust.

I’m so fucking drenched, slippery wetness coating my ass cheeks and the insides of my thighs. I’m practically a puddle of arousal. Cleaning my sofa cushion is going to be an absolute headache.

But that’s a problem for another day. Right now, my main concern is how much longer I can hold back from screaming this man’s name.

“God, Ziggy. You’re so damn tight. You’re squeezing the fuck out of me.” His pace slows slightly. “Am I being too rough? Am I hurting you?” he asks, his hair falling into his worried eyes as he pumps into me.

My hands on his ass urge him on. “No. Hell no. So good. Don’t stop. Please.”

“Shit. You’re so fucking sexy. Especially when you’re begging for me.” He ruts deeper, picking up speed. He drills into me. My tits shake rhythmically with his every thrust. My teeth clatter. My bones shake.

In all the madness, his fingers find my clit.

“Darius!” I shout, the bus rocking from the force of the wind outside.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks, but he already knows the answer. “I can feel the heat of your wet pussy. The way you’re hugging my cock. I know you’re close.”

“I am. I’m so close.” The confession is a pathetic whimper. “Fuck me. Get me there.”

His hands slide beneath my ass. He angles my pelvis just right. And he bears down. He shows no mercy, jackhammering without restraint.

When his fingers move to my clit again, plucking and stroking, it’s all over for me .

“Yes, yes. Like that,” I cry out as the wave crashes into me, knocking me into oblivion.

I see twinkly fireflies all around me. I see fluttering butterfly wings in a rainbow of colors. And I scream.

Darius holds me tightly, pressing our bodies together and he ruts like he’s completely lost control.

Soon, I feel him go rigid and he holds me even tighter, letting out a low, primal sound as he empties and empties some more.

When our roaring orgasms have subsided, we collapse side by side, struggling to breathe.

Darius flings a forearm over his eyes, his chest rising and falling violently. I feel the shudder that moves through his body. “Yeah…that was definitely more than sex.” Rolling over, he reaches for me.

Maybe it’s love , a voice whispers from somewhere at the back of my mind. Panicked, I pretend not to hear it.

Instead, I hastily fling my legs over the side of the sofa bed. “I need to pee.”