Crazy Thing (The Brighton Family #5)

Chapter 40

40

ZIGGY

“ T he house tour is gonna have to wait for some other time.” Darius abandons my suitcase in the middle of his massive two-story foyer. He scoops me up, hoisting my legs around his waist in a hurry.

“What are you doing?!” I gasp.

A growl leaves his throat. “I’m taking you to bed.”

“Darius! You maniac!” My laughter echoes off the walls, the framed artwork whizzing by me in a blur as he sprints across the concrete floors.

I hear the ding of an elevator—a freaking elevator!—and Darius stomps inside.

Before I can get a good look around, he’s pressed me against the mirrored wall. His honey eyes stare into the deepest shadows of my soul. “I am a maniac. I’m crazy. I’m crazy about you. This is what you’ve done to me.”

Then, he’s ravishing me with an earth-shifting kiss as the elevator ascends. He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but some low-slung pajama pants. I let my hands roam, eager to touch and stroke and feel every corded inch of his muscle-bound body .

A moment later, Darius is stumbling down another hallway with me in his arms. He elbows open a heavy wooden door and lowers me onto a mattress that feels like a cloud. He’s on top of me and my legs are wrapped around him and we’re making out like the world is coming to an end.

“You’re here…” He exhales contentedly. “What made you change your mind?” he asks, his lips against mine.

“I thought about what you said.” I rake my fingers through his hair. “About my parents. About how I was letting them control me indirectly by not allowing myself to enjoy the things I want.”

“And what do you want, Ziggy?” His finger traces along my lower lip. I shiver.

“I want to be here with you tonight,” I confess, feeling raw and open.

With a sound of approval, Darius gives me another deep, hungry kiss. “I’m so glad you came back,” he says into the air between us.

The room is so dark, I can hardly make out the features of his gorgeous face. That’s probably why it feels safe enough to say, “I missed you. I didn’t want to stay away.”

He groans, flipping us over so that I’m on top. “Well, you made the right decision.” I hear the wicked smile in his voice. “Now, I’m about to reward you.”

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, he slides me off of his body. Now I’m standing between his powerful thighs.

I feel his hands slip beneath the hem of my T-shirt, large and warm as they grip my waist. He slowly rolls the fabric up my torso, his open lips dotting kisses along every inch of my skin that he reveals. The rough deliciousness of his day-old stubble tracing up my ribcage makes my knees weak.

My nipples prickle and my womanhood throbs with need. “Darius…” I whisper his name, snaking my fingers through his hair.

Now, my T-shirt is somewhere on the floor. Darius unlatches the clasp of my bra and I groan when my breasts bounce free, right in his face.

“I need to see this.” He flicks on his bedside lamp and a warm, hazy light fills the space. He releases a low, primal sound of approval as his palms reverently cup the undersides of my breasts. “You’re killing me, Ziggy. So fucking beautiful. You’re killing me.” He gently weighs my globes then he leans in, snatching one nipple between his lips.

“Oh my god,” I whisper, my pussy walls clamping on nothing.

My hips begin to rock on their own. He’s barely started touching me and I’m already desperate for something to rub on, something to grind on. I need friction. I need it now.

“Touch me,” I cry softly, my fingernails biting into his scalp.

“Touch you where, baby?” I hear the hint of smugness in his voice when his mouth switches to my other nipple, leaving the first one wet and tingling and deprived.

“Between my legs.” I clench my thighs as my hips move faster, still humping the air. “Touch me between my legs.”

Darius chuckles. “Can I at least get a ‘please’? Like a good girl?”

What is this game he’s playing? Whatever it is, I’ll follow his rules. As long as it means he’ll touch me like I need him to.

“Please, Darius,” I breathe out. “Please touch me there.”

His hands possessively bracket my hips before he reaches behind me, slowly undoing the button of my skirt. The crinkled cotton falls around my ankles and his hand is between my legs, fingertips slipping beneath my underwear to feel me.

“Oh, yeah. You’re definitely a good girl. So wet. You’re so fucking wet for me.” Darius’s teeth graze my hip and latch onto the waistband of my underwear.

“Hmmm.” The long, low sound is pained and desperate as it exits my throat. I buck my hips and groan as he slowly drags my panties down. “You’re torturing me,” I complain, impatient in my need for him.

He laughs quietly. “Being without you this evening was torture. So consider this my payback.” With his hands, he pulls my panties the rest of the way off. I eagerly step out of them.

I know I should have a snarky comeback. But right now, my brain isn’t functioning correctly. Neither are my lungs. I can hardly breathe. And my pulse is pounding in an erratic pattern. And all I can say is his name. Again and again.

His thumb plays with my clit, strumming an even rhythm. I groan, rocking my hips and clutching his shoulders. He stuffs two fingers inside me and I gasp.

Darius looks up at me from where he’s sitting on the bed. “I love seeing you like this,” he whispers, “beautiful and vulnerable and dripping on my hand. And finally having you here, in my bedroom—it means something to me, Ziggy. You mean so much to me.”

His sweet words make me unsteady. My legs falter, and in one swift move, Darius grabs my waist, flipping me onto the mattress. Before I know what’s happening, I’m on my back and he’s on his knees, with the soles of my feet propped on his shoulders.

His mouth opens against my mound. A sharp ache surges low in my belly. He’s holding my thighs wide as his tongue swirls around my clit .

Before I can react, his fingers plunge back into my hole. The noises he’s making as he eats me fill my head—his groans of pleasure, his labored breaths, the wet sounds of his fingers working inside me.

I won’t last much longer.

“Darius…I-I’m so…” His fingers curl, pressing into my G-spot. “I’m…s-so…close!” My volume mounts with each word.

“Then, come for me, Ziggy. Come for me. Real loud. Scream my name.”

There’s an explosion at the core of my being. The orgasm sends ripples of fire along my limbs. I squeeze my eyes shut and hold fast to the man’s hair as I thrust against his face.

“Dariussssss…” I bellow out.

Television static colors my field of vision. White noise whooshes in my ears. Darius coaxes me onward between swipes and swirls of his tongue.

“That’s it, baby…That’s it…Attagirl.”

He keeps licking me and finger-fucking me and cheering me on as I peak. And hold. And slowly descend from the high.

I blink my heavy eyelids, the world still out of focus.

Darius crawls over my prone body, careful not to drop his weight on me. “You okay?” he asks, his plush lips wet, his honey eyes drunk.

Looping a weak arm around his neck, I pull him down and reach for his mouth with mine. I suck my own flavor off of his tongue. “I need to taste you,” I say, still breathless. “Let me taste your cock.”

“Fuck. That’s an offer I can’t resist.” There’s a wicked grin on his face when he slithers further up the mattress on his hands and knees. Hovering over me, he tucks a pillow under my skull and lowers his erection to my mouth .

My fingers close around his shaft and my lips fall open and I do a terrible job of hiding how eager I am to suck him off. My tongue darts out, licking the crown of his cock and reveling in the tang of his precum. I give his balls a little squeeze.

Darius whimpers. But when I slowly roll my tongue around the tip again, it becomes obvious that he’s not in the mood for my games. He mindlessly pushes himself into my mouth, filling me all the way to the back of my throat.

“Fuck…” he groans. And I groan, too, my larynx vibrating around his spongy head.

He freezes, looking down at me with doubtful eyes. “Shit—sorry, I got a little too—”

I grab his ass, pulling him closer, urging him to fuck my throat some more.

“You sure?” he mumbles, restraining himself.

I hold his gaze, telling him that I want this, begging him to take whatever he wants, however he wants it.

Darius slips his hand beneath my skull, holding me steady. And he begins to thrust. Carefully at first, always keeping his eyes on mine to assure that I’m okay. But I suck him greedily, even as my throat strains and saliva spills down my chin and tears spill from my eyes. It’s an absolute mess.

But the pleasure I get from serving him in this way is indescribable and I couldn’t hold back if I tried. I watch his need for release build and when he’s about to explode, he tries to pull back. I hold him firmly, my fingernails sinking into the backs of his rock hard thighs.

“Ziggy…I’m about to…” he pants breathlessly.

I give him permission with another subtle nod of my head.

He grabs the base of his cock and with his eyes tilted up to the ceiling, he begins to empty. On my tongue, on my lips, till it overflows and spills down my chin and neck.

I swallow as much as I can and Darius’s eyes find me again, a dazed and awe-struck look on his face. When he collapses next to me, he urgently pulls my body into his arms.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he blurts out before his lips cover mine.

I’m smiling and panting and coiling my limbs around his. “That was so amazing,” I say to him as his pounding chest beats against my pounding chest.

“Shit, I can’t even…” he inhales harshly. “I can’t even wrap my head around what just happened here.” He chuckles.

Darius holds me close, stroking my hair and toying with my earring and whispering sweet and dirty nothings against my skin. I nibble at his neck, whispering back. I didn’t think it was possible to get any wetter but hearing Darius express his appreciation for me is some sort of aphrodisiac I never expected.

He kisses me. It starts out slow and soft but before long, we’re getting ourselves worked up all over again.

“Need to fuck you,” Darius is saying as his erection pokes at my thigh.

“Yes, please,” I mumble, my lips trapped against his.

He reaches into his bedside drawer without breaking our kiss. I feel a pang of disappointment when I see that he’s holding a condom packet in his hand. But I remind myself that it’s the responsible thing to do, even though it’s the opposite of what I want. His eyes latch onto mine and I can tell that he doesn’t want to be responsible, either.

A long moment passes.

No words are exchanged .

Then Darius drops the condom to the floor and reaches for me. We melt into a mindless kiss and he falls onto his back, pulling me down on top of him.

Sitting up, I swing one leg across his body, straddling him. He’s already so hard again, his erection twitching when I take it in my hand and position it at my entrance. There’s a lingering moment of hesitation.

He knows it. I know it. We’re both being reckless. But being reckless feels so good.

He guides my hips as I sink down, filling myself with his thick, hard manhood. I begin to ride him. Darius’s big hands brace my waist, slowly rolling upward to cup my bouncing breasts. He watches me in awe as I move, undulating my hips.

“Goddamn. You’re a dream, Ziggy. So perfect.” He reaches up, clasping the back of my neck to pull me closer for another kiss.

I guide his hand to the front of my neck. With my fingers covering his, I show him what I want.

“Like this?” he asks, tightening his fingers around my throat and choking me.

“God, yes,” I moan, riding him faster as my head fills with delirium. Each time his fingers contract around my throat, my pussy muscles spasm, hard and relentless.

Darius is panting for air, struggling not to climax. He’s so fucking turned on. His pelvis bucks beneath me like a wild stallion. “You’re so tight, baby. Too tight. I won’t last long.”

He sits up and slides out from beneath me. The next thing I know, he’s behind me, his strong thighs braced around mine. Then he’s inside me again and he’s pushing my shoulders down into the bedding.

“Yes, Ziggy.” His chest rumbles. “I’ve wanted this. I’ve wanted to fuck you just like this.” He squeezes my throat once more.

“Feels so good,” is all I can manage to say. “So damn good.”

From this angle, he’s filling me so deep. With each rough thrust, his big dick nudges against that spot all the way at the back. My belly is full of him—so full of him—as we fuck like feral animals.

Sparks of pleasure fly through my core each time his pelvis connects with my ass. The vibrations are delicious and satisfying.

Then Darius weaves his fingers through my hair, roughly pulling me up so my back is against his chest. Angling my jaw, he slants his lips over mine and I fall deeper into this blissful, delirious feeling.

Suddenly, he pinches my nipple, causing me to croak out his name. By the time my brain registers the sensation, he’s got my clit clamped between his fingers. He gives a little tug and that does it for me.

I’m shrieking and shuddering and squirting all over his cock. “Oh god, Darius!”

My head goes fuzzy. My pussy walls flutter. I collapse, face forward on the mattress as I come and come and come.

A heartbeat later, he yanks his cock from inside me. Then I feel the hot bursts of his release, coating my spine and my ass, rolling down my shaking thighs.

Guilt swoops over me and in my foggy head, I calculate my moon cycle again. It’s safe. We’re safe. I think .

I hope.