Her eyes widen, and she pauses. “Since—since way back then?”
I nod, my eyes searching hers but also letting themselves be plain and true for her. I want her to see everything I’m feeling, everything I’ve ever felt, for her. For so long.
Her fingers rake through my hair as she gives me the smallest of head shakes. Her body squirms under me, and I know she’s still yearning for me. Burning for me. “I don’t understand, Cody.”
I kiss her softly and slowly before I breathe, “That’s because I was a stupid teenage boy. I got scared. And I will never make the same mistake again.”
“Good,” she whispers back. Then she kisses each one of my fingers before she kisses my lips hard. Her teeth graze my bottom lip, she lets go and utters, “Now please touch me before I scream.”
I give her a smolder. She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
I dive back into kissing her, and my hand finds the exact spot I know she wants touched with ease. My hands know her body. They know where to go. What to do. I feel how wet she is as we kiss and moan and claw at each other. I dip my finger into herfolds and bring it from the top, teasing her clit, before I plunge it all the way inside of her, the thrust hard enough to make her cry out and instinctively arch her back. I pull away so I can watch her expression as I move in and out of her. Then I watch my hand, see what magic it’s working on her, and when I press my hard-on against her skin, it pulls away wet from my pre-cum.
“Cody…” she’s gripping the sheets now, tightly, with both hands. Her eyes are closed. I keep thrusting my finger in and out of her, adding a second one, and then I bend my head to run my tongue along her clit.
“Cody, please.” Her body tightens. Coils. I know what she’s asking for. I know she is ready to come undone, to come onto my hand, but that she doesn’t want to.
She wants something else.
I grab her knees and pull her legs apart, taking in every inch of her glistening pussy. Then I lower myself over her, and the second I plunge my cock deep inside her, filling her up, I feel her walls tighten hard around me, and I know she’s so close to coming. It feels so fucking good that I nearly do, too. Instead, I rock into her as she grinds against me, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible. When her moans and cries soften, I kiss her, and she gives me a breathless smile. I clutch her and hold her close to me, and I keep thrusting into her, my eyes glued to hers, my chest against hers, both of them heaving rapidly. She grabs my shoulders, her hands so small around them. They snake around my neck and she pulls me close, whimpering, looking at me adoringly. I think she wants me to stay like this, with slow, full plunges, filling her all the way up, waiting a beat, then gliding back out in her slippery wetness.
But then she bites her bottom lip as she looks at me. And she whispers the word, “Harder.”
She’s done it now.
With a gruff chuckle, I pull away, slip out of her, and then in one swift motion, I turn her over, and she knows just the position to get into. Hands and knees, her back arched. I enter her from behind, squeezing her hips and doing exactly as she’s asked as I pull them into me, hard, with each of my quick, deep thrusts.
“Oh my god!” Her cry is so loud, so aroused, and so unexpected that in mere seconds, I reach my climax and empty myself inside of her.
We both collapse onto the bed, me on top of her back, and after a second or two of frantic attempts to catch our breaths, she rolls underneath me and I slide to be laying by her side. Our arms stay twirled around each other. We look into each other’s eyes, and all I can think is that Darcy has a hold on me. And now, she very well knows it.
When we’ve both cleaned up and caught our breath, and Darcy is lying with her head on my chest, I finally feel myself begin to relax enough to fall asleep. My eyes begin to slip shut, and I think I might feel something close to peace, but before I can completely slip away, I hear Darcy’s voice, and it brings me back to reality.
“We’re leaving tonight, you know,” she says, and I’m immediately awake. Not only am I awake, but I’m also depressed. The thought of Darcy and Maya leaving is utter torture. Now that I’ve had them here, I don’t think I can continue on without them anymore.
“Yeah?” I prompt.
“Well, I was thinking…” Darcy starts, and I’m consumed by impatience. “I don’t really have anything waiting for me at home. My parents both moved away, I’m done with Milo, my job is nothing to me but income. What if… Oh, God, this is going to sound crazy, but what if I stayed? That’s crazy, isn’t it? Yeah,that’s definitely crazy. You know what? Forget I said anything. I’ll just?—”
“Please stay,” the words are choked out. “Please, Darcy. Stay. I want you to stay.”
Darcy pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks at me, eyes wide with hope. “Really? You really want me to stay?”
“Yes,” I come close to shouting. “Are you fucking kidding? I don’t think I could survive if you left. I think it would actually kill me.”
Darcy scoffs amusedly. “Oh, please?—”
“I’m serious!” I swear. “You’ve shown me an entirely new life, Darcy. I was grasping around in the dark at nothing for a long time, and then you showed up and turned on the light. How am I supposed to live it without you?”
“Cody…”
The word has a lack of a backbone, like she didn’t quite mean to say it but it got caught up in the sigh she exhales. A giant smile spreads on her face.
“Okay, so I guess I’m staying.”
I think I could actually jump for joy. She’s staying. Darcy is really staying. I’m not alone anymore.
After Darcy falls asleep,I slip out of bed and grab my phone. It's late, but I know I need to do this now. I step out onto the balcony, the cool night air prickling my skin as I dial my dad's number.
