Crazy Thing (The Brighton Family #5)

Chapter 47

47

ZIGGY

“ W hat are you thinking right now?” My heart beats triple-time as I try to figure out Darius’s furrowed expression. “If you feel weirded out, I can just bring all this back to my bus.”

I say it as a challenge, sort of as a joke, but truthfully, I’m struggling to read the atmosphere in the room. Is that disgust on his face? Is it judgement? Is it shock? Is it arousal? Somehow, I’m not sure.

This was a bad idea.

But when I take a backward step, Darius snatches the box from my hands and drops it on the mattress beside him. That’s when a wicked smirk unfolds across his lips.

“My girl’s feeling frisky tonight?” He grabs me by the waist, pulling me into his lap where he’s already growing hard.

“Maybe. Are you up for it? Or do you feel threatened?” I rock against him, chasing the heat of his sprouting erection. I’m not wearing any panties. Only Darius’s boxer briefs separate our bodies right now .

He leans up and kisses my neck. “I definitely don’t feel threatened.”

“Oh really?” I breathe a tiny sigh of relief.

His head wags from side to side. “No need to see this as a competition. I see it as a team effort.”

I half-moan, half-laugh when he kisses my neck again. “That’s the spirit.”

He turns his attention to the box, scrutinizing its contents. “So who are the players here tonight?”

My sex toy collection contains everything from simple crystal eggs and massage wands to biodegradable clit stimulators and stainless steel butt plugs. What can I say? Sometimes, I like to shake things up a bit.

Darius takes a girthy black crystal rod into his palm, curling his hand into a fist around its thick base.

“This is a black obsidian massage wand,” I tell him.

“What do you like to use it for?” he asks me, his voice dropping an octave. The controlled power in the way his strong fingers move up the tapered length makes me shiver.

“This one is great for deep stimulation. I use it when I’m in the mood for an easy, uncomplicated orgasm.”

He chuckles. “Easy and uncomplicated, huh?”

I nod. “On nights when my mind is racing and I need to feel grounded in my body. When I’m stressed or tense or insecure and I desperately need to release my bottled up emotions.” I take in a stuttered breath, feeling extra vulnerable as I reveal this to him. This information is sacred. I’ve never spoken to anyone this way.

With a slight bob of his head, Darius sets it back in the box and picks up a pale pink S-shaped tool. “And what’s this one?”

“It’s a rose quartz wand,” I say, stroking my fingertips along its sensuous winding curves. “I use this one when I’m looking for relaxation, peace,” I say, offering Darius deeper insight on this particular tool. “It was designed for gentle exploration, healing stimulation. Using it almost feels therapeutic.”

“Fuck…” he hisses softly. His free hand grabs my hip and he lifts his pelvis to grind against me.

He analyzes a thick, straight green aventurine wand and I explain to him exactly how I like to use it in the shower. I show him the silicone vibrator I use whenever I’m already keyed up and I don’t need the extra bells and whistles to get me there. Then I point out my favorite egg-shaped jade stone that I use for exercising my pelvic floor. We both get a chuckle out of the dinosaur-shaped carnelian wand I use when I’m feeling extra frisky. When I confess that I sometimes like to place a thick stainless steel cock on a chair and ride it real slow, his eyes bulge wide.

I’ve never been this vulnerable about what I enjoy sexually. I’ve always been too afraid of being judged, of being misunderstood. But with Darius, I…I trust him. In a way I’ve never trusted anyone before.

How did we even get here? Only weeks ago, Darius was the last man I’d ever put my confidence in. And now, I’m offering him the most intimate parts of me on a platter and he didn’t even have to ask.

But he’s earned these parts of me—with the effort he’s invested into getting to know me and understand me like no one else has.

As we continue to talk, we’re riding each other, slow and easy and the tension between us continues to mount. With that serious, assessing gaze of his, Darius is getting more turned on with each toy that we explore together. I can tell that it’s taking a superhuman amount of self-restraint on his part to keep from pinning me to the bed and fucking me senseless.

I run my fingertips over his stern forehead. “You look like you’re preparing for a test. Like you’re jotting down detailed mental notes about everything I say.”

Darius loosens the sash of my robe and the fabric flits open, exposing my breasts and stomach. He circles my nipple with the tapered end of a citrine wand, the coolness of the crystal making my sensitive bud pebble. “Of course I’m taking notes. Your pleasure is important to me, Fairy Girl.”

On a stuttered breath, my lips curve into a smile. “You always know the right thing to say.” I shrug the robe from my shoulders, letting it pool around my hips.

With featherlight pressure, he drags the blunt end of the wand down my stomach, drawing a blazing trail across my skin. Instantly, I’m covered in goosebumps, anticipating what he’ll do next. “It’s the truth, Ziggy. All I want is to make you happy. In every sense of the word.”

My head falls back as I moan. Because that wand that was just circling my nipple? Now it’s circling my clit and my mind is spiraling.

But my heart is throbbing for an entirely different reason. It’s the words he’s saying. That’s what’s making my pulse throb out of control.

“I’d do anything for you, Ziggy Beaumont. I’d follow you anywhere. You should know that by now.”

I grab the back of his head, sinking my fingers into his hair. “Oh, Darius…You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“I’ll give you all the orgasms you could possibly want,” he says in a raspy voice. “And I’ll buy you things that will make you smile. And I’ll take you on trips all around the world and show you things you’ve only ever seen in magazines and on your telephone screen.” Sitting up, he sucks at the base of my throat then kisses a path up to that sensitive zone right below my ear. “I want to experience your wildest dreams with you, just to watch the way your face lights up when you smile.”

Oh my god. This man is so amazing. Do I even deserve him?

I do. I deserve him. I deserve good things. I’m worth it.

I have to believe that. It’s critical. Because all I know is I’m falling mindlessly in love with him and there’ll be no turning back.

Darius returns his attention to the box. This time, he selects a clear quartz tool that’s shaped differently on each end to provide a variety of toe-curling sensations. On one side, there’s a slightly curved dildo with a thick, bulbous head that was designed for targeting the G-spot, just to hit that hard-to-reach pleasure point. But the other end—the beaded end—is magic. It’s an expert at causing delicious ripples inside my pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

He must sense my heightened excitement. His lips hook into a crooked grin as he reads my face. “What’s this one?”

“I call this one the king of full-body orgasms,” I say with a low giggle.

“Hmm,” he studies it pensively. “I think we’ve found our first playmate for the night.”

He pulls me down, rolling over so he can be on top. He tears off his boxers, then he’s hovering above me with a curious and adoring light in his eyes.

“Spread your legs for me,” he commands. I oblige with a quivering exhale.

Darius tenderly drags the head of the wand through my nether lips. My hole throbs, hugging the air and begging for penetration. Slowly, he slips the dildo inside, one inch at a time. He begins by working it in and out, giving me a patient and gentle massage.

“Ahhh…” I breathe out low, trying in vain to control my spasming channel.

Enjoying my reaction, Darius penetrates me deeper, filling me all the way with the thick rod. I’m clinging to his shoulders and locking my ankles around his lower back, my body silently begging for more. I’m so damn wet, I feel like I’ll drown in this arousal.

He angles the curved wand inside me, his eyes riveted to my expression as he deliberately presses against my G-spot. My body clenches and I howl.

“That’s it,” he says huskily. “Take it. Let yourself feel good.”

Not wanting to be completely selfish, I reach between us and wrap one hand around his engorged cock. I want him to feel as good as he’s making me feel, but my mind can barely hold onto a coherent thought. All I can think about is the way he’s alternating between thrusting deep inside me and stimulating that magical, mystical, hard-to-reach pleasure point.

After working me up into a frenzy, he abruptly extracts the dildo, leaving me empty and gasping.

“Darius…More,” I beg with no shame.

“Shh…” he says with a smirk and a slap to my hip. “Patience. Stop being a greedy girl.”

He flips the toy to its beaded end, stuffing it back inside me with just as much abruptness.

I cry up to the ceiling, my back instantly arching off the bed.

Now, he’s pumping the toy into me in rapid, confident thrusts. The bulbous ridges of the wand drag along my sensitive nerves, setting my body ablaze .

I grab desperately at his arms. I’m all hoarse groans and undulating pussy muscles and short-circuiting nerve endings. The insides of my shaking thighs are slick from my wetness and the sheets are drenched.

When I’m right at the edge of my climax, Darius abandons the toy, flinging it across the mattress. “You’re so fucking sexy, Ziggy,” he groans.

The ferocity on his face is unmatched as he grabs my thigh, hooks my knee over his shoulder and sinks—balls deep—inside of me.

I’m instantly reminded that all the crystal cocks in the world are no competition for the real thing.

My pussy frantically hugs his thick, long rod as he crushes my clit again and again with his hammering pelvis. I’ve never been fucked this hard, this rough, this deep. And…

I love him. I love him I love him I love him .

It’s right at the tip of my tongue and I struggle to swallow it back. Thankfully, right then, I fly off the ledge, into an abyss of pleasure, shattering into a million fragments on the way down.

I love him I love him I love this man more than I’ve ever loved anyone before .

The thought should be terrifying but it’s not. It feels right. It feels serendipitous. It feels fated.

I’m going to marry this man. If he asks me— when he asks me—I’m going to say ‘yes’ and we’re going to have a wedding in the woods and then we’re going to have a bus-full of babies and we’re going to live happily ever after.

Oh my god, Ziggy .

All these back-to-back orgasms are really messing with my head.

Darius’s own orgasm seems to take him by surprise. He explodes. I feel the first warm burst of his fluids inside me. He’s frantically yanking his cock from inside me and coating my mound with the rest of his release.

He’s weak as he collapses on the mattress beside me, his chest heaving as the box of toys clatters to the floor. Honestly, I don’t even care. My sole focus is the electricity zapping through every fiber of my body.

“Fuck…” he groans, shifting onto his side and pulling my leg up high around his waist.

He reaches between us and finds my clit, tenderly covering my little nub with his cum. He cranes his neck and leans down to suckle on my nipple at the same time.

“Oh my…oh…” I throw one arm around him, senselessly rocking into his palm. I’m so sensitive, too sensitive. Yet, I want more of him.

Darius doesn’t stop tugging and rubbing my clit until I’m hitting my peak for a second time. I scream so loud that it vibrates the windows and the walls as I ride out my euphoria.

Eventually, the fiery intensity of my orgasm smoothly gives way to a deep sense of serenity as I lay here in Darius’s arms. And I know that this is where I belong. Whether it’s in one of the oversized beds of this sprawling mansion or on the narrow pull-out bed of my bus, my home is in this man’s arms.

Wordlessly, he eases his body out from under mine. He heads into the bathroom and I hear the sound of splashing water a moment after the light blinks on.

Darius returns with a warm cloth, kneeling by the side of the bed as he tenderly cleans me up. With a lazy smile, I brush his damp hair from his face, pressing my lips to his temple. “Thank you.”

“Thank you for trusting me with your body,” he says reverently, his voice low and saturated with emotions. “You know I’ll never hurt you ever again, right?” He drops a delicate kiss against my ribcage.

Something inside my chest seizes up. “Human integrity is such a fragile thing,” I whimper. “Don’t make promises like that, Darius.”

“Nothing’s going to break my commitment to you, Ziggy. Nothing.”

I close my eyes, subtly shaking my head against the pillow. Because I know better.

But the dangerous part is, I believe him anyway.