Honeymoon from Hell VI (8 page)

It was definitely something to worry
about later, she abruptly decided as she felt a very thick finger
part her lips and slide deep inside her, making her back bow, a
sigh of satisfaction escape her and made her idly wonder how much
of that large cock hanging between his legs she could swallow
before he had her screaming to be fucked.

Part VII

This couldn’t really be fucking
happening, he told himself even as he moved in closer, his large,
hungry cock bobbing its approval every inch of the way. He wasn’t
sure if this was a dream, another fantasy to keep him going during
another boring day at work or if after all this time, he’d finally
grown a pair and was finally taking what was his.

Whatever it was, he really didn’t give
a flying fuck, not as long as he could still savor her on his
tongue. Just thinking about that sweet flavor had him licking his
lips as he leaned in for another swipe of her pussy. He closed his
eyes, ran the tip of his tongue through her pussy and groaned
wildly when that sweet flavor that he was sure that he’d imagined,
coated his tongue and made him desperate for more.

She tasted so fucking good, better
than he could have ever imagined, and he’d imagined about it
constantly, night and day, but nothing could have prepared him for
just how sweet she really tasted. God, he could happily lick her
pussy out all day, he thought even as he noted just how soft her
pussy lips really were. He could just imagined how soft her lips
would feel cupped in his hand, pressed against his chin as she rode
his mouth, or supported his balls as he slid inside her.

He ran his tongue over her
clit and nearly came from the needy little moan that she made. He
loved doing this to her, never wanted to stop, but he knew that
she’d eventually realize what he was doing and kick his ass or he’d
reach the end of his rope, move up her body, pray that she didn’t
break his fucking nose, and finally slide inside of her, too damn
weak to put it off any longer.

“
Oh,
God…..Oh, God….Oh, Dar
-!” she began to
scream his name when the unthinkable happened.

“
I have an order of
Blackjack’s Pizza!” some poor, soon-to-be-dead son of a bitch
announced from their front door.

Part VIII

“Sir, that will
be…
Sir
?” came the
unsure response after a few seconds, which was promptly followed by
a, “Oh, God! This is the wrong house! Please, don’t hurt me! It was
a mistake!”

Marybeth had absolutely no idea what
the delivery guy said or did after that to save his ass, because
she had other things to worry about, like saving her own. Her
cheeks burned even as her body felt numb, which she absently
thought was odd, but at the moment she didn’t feel like sitting
down with a cup of tea and contemplating those thoughts.

No, right now she was too busy shoving
her legs into what she was assuming was her pants, but soon
realized were Darrin’s shirt before saying the hell with it,
throwing it on and thanking God the bastard was tall enough that
his shirt fell past her knees. For about twenty seconds she stood
there, wasting precious time, trying to figure out what just
happened while her legs trembled and she licked her
lips.

She should tear off his shirt, lay
back down on the couch and spread her legs in welcome, but now that
the moment had been broken and Darrin was currently making a grown
man cry, she decided that it was time to retreat, hide, pretend
that this never happened and hope for the best.

With that solid plan in mind, she
dropped the rest of the clothing items that she’d been hugging
against her chest, turned and ran. She didn’t care she pretty much
ran face first into a wall, or that it had hurt like hell, she’d
tripped, landed on her knee, bruised it along with her hands or
even the fact that she tripped on the stairs, got a good case of
rug burn on her hands, arms and knees. The only thing that she
cared about was getting into her room, slamming the door shut
behind her and pretending that none of this had ever happened and
if Darrin was really her best friend, then he would also pretend
like none of this had ever happened.

She heard some whimpering, a board
breaking, some sobbing, but since it had nothing to do with her
impending doom, she ignored it and continued towards her door. The
second, the very second, that she was inside her room, the door was
shut, locked and she was rushing across the room, deciding that the
best way to pretend that none of this had happened was to jump in
the bathtub, relax and pretend that she’d just spent the entire
night there.

It was a solid plan.

It was an excellent plan and one that
she knew any Bradford would fully support. She just hoped that this
particular Bradford would figure out that she’d decided to pretend
that nothing happened like the coward that she truly was and let it
go like a good friend should.

She just needed them to both pretend
that the one thing that they both wanted wasn’t
possible.

Part IX

“
Please don’t hurt
me!”

“
Would you fucking run
already?” Darrin snapped, in absolutely no fucking mood to deal
with this.

Not tonight.

Not after what just
happened.

All he wanted was the little prick
curled up in the fetal position in the small foyer to man the fuck
up and get out of his house so that he could hunt down the little
coward and force her to face what just happened between the two of
them, but until the little prick left, he was helpless to do
anything but stand there as she fled.

He’d come too far, taken it too far to
let it go now. He’d crossed that line they’d both been toying with
for years and if he didn’t go after her and make her face this
thing between them now, he might never get another chance like this
one again. He couldn’t let her hide, not again.

“
Get the fuck out of here,”
he said, grabbing the man cowering on the floor by the arm and
shoved him out the front door, causing him to trip over the boxes
of food that he’d tried to abandon in order to save his own
ass.

“
Please
don’t hurt me
,” the man whispered as he
stumbled over the mess he’d made.

Rolling his eyes, because it was
really fucking pathetic that the guy thought he would blow his
chances with Marybeth over a fucking anchovy and onion pizza,
Darrin slammed the door shut in his face with a disgusted shake of
his head. Like that was really going to fucking happen.

Double checking that the lock was
secured, he turned towards her bolted door and shook his head,
sighing heavily, because she’d left him with absolutely no choice
but to let this play out. She needed to make the next move, he
decided as he turned and headed back into his apartment and prayed
that she didn’t make him wait too long.

Part X

Yup, she was definitely a chicken, she
decided as she double-checked the comforter, making sure that it
was secure as she did her best to stay perfectly still, praying
that if Darrin came into her room that he’d just dismiss the large
mound in the middle of her bed and continue his search
elsewhere.

Then again, she thought with an
annoyed sigh as she shifted beneath the comforter, turning onto her
side so that she could peek out beneath the comforter and glower at
the alarm clock. Shouldn’t he be here by now with an awkward
apology that she could pretend to sleep through so that tomorrow
they could act like this never happened.

It was a wonderful plan, one that she
fully planned on embracing once the big jerk came over here and
gave her a half-mumbled apology with an added, “I was drunk,” when
they both know that he’d been completely sober. The whole point of
the apology was a way for them to awkwardly get through this
without destroying their friendship. It wasn’t something that she
was looking forward to, but for the sake of their friendship, she
was fully planning on pretending to be asleep when he came in to
apologize, make awkward small talk and then walk away so that they
could move on and pretend that this never happened.

Unfortunately for both of them, they
couldn’t move on until he came in and did his part and he damn well
better be planning on doing his part, because if he really thought
that she was going to go over there and make this already fucked up
situation any worse, then he was out of her mind. If he came over
here, she could pretend to sleep, he could apologize, and they
could go on as though he hadn’t just had her on the verge of the
most powerful orgasm of her life.

If, on the other hand, she decided to
get this whole thing over with, she would have to get out of this
bed, something that she was strongly opposed to, go downstairs,
face him and be the one to make an awkward excuse for what just
happened while trying to act like she was unaffected and wasn’t
seriously considering all the pros of jumping him and demanding
that he continue where they left off.

No, it was definitely better if she
stayed here, waited for the awkward apology and find a way to work
up the nerve to look him in the eye in a few weeks and pretend that
he hadn’t had his tongue inside her. It wasn’t going to be easy and
she fully expected some rough moments along the way, but if it
meant keeping their friendship intact, then she would-

“
Push the cover off,” the
man that had taken his sweet ass time said, making her sigh in
relief that it was almost over.

“
I know that you’re awake,
Marybeth,” he said in a seductive whisper that had her body
trembling and giving her the first clue that this awkward apology
might not end up going the way that she’d planned.

Her second clue of course was a little
more obvious and had her gasping in shock as she felt the cover
raised off her body and-

“
Oh,
God,”
she grumbled when her warm comforter
was suddenly replaced by a warm, large naked, aroused
male.

Instead of giving her a half-assed
apology or trying to pretend that nothing happened between them, he
chuckled seductively as he gently rolled her onto her back and
settled in between her legs, reminding her of something very
important. During her mad dash up the stairs and her follow-up dive
beneath her covers, she forgot to pull on a pair of panties and
oversized sweat shorts.

“
I want you, Marybeth,” he
said with a pleasured groan, leaning down to brush his lips against
hers as his large cock slid against her slit, letting her know that
he more than meant it.

“
I-” she started to say
only to have her words get caught in her throat as he ground that
large cock of his between her legs, hitting all the best spots at
once and making it very difficult to think about anything besides
spreading her legs further, tilting her hips and making sure that
the next move brought him inside her.

“
Tell me that you don’t
want me to fuck you, Marybeth, and I’ll walk away,” he whispered
hoarsely, “Tell me to walk away. Tell me that you don’t want me as
much as I want you,” he groaned, punctuating every word with a kiss
and a gentle thrust of his cock against her increasingly wet
slit.

She opened her mouth, but the only
sound that she could make was a strangled moan as he ground his
cock harder against her. At some point her arms and legs wrapped
around him, holding him tightly against her, desperate to keep him
where he was, and terrified that he would stop.

“
Tell me
to stop,”
he growled more urgently,
grinding his cock harder against her as she felt every muscle in
his body flex. “Please, tell me to fucking stop!”

“
I-I…,” she said, licking
her dry lips as she struggled to think straight, to do the right
thing, to remember why they shouldn’t be doing this, but with every
thrust of his cock against her, she forgot what she wasn’t supposed
to have and started to focus on what she had to have.

Him.

She wanted him, needed him and at some
point she’d apparently told him that.

“
Oh my God!” she found
herself screaming at the top of her lungs when he did exactly what
she asked for.

An incredibly sexy growl rumbled
through his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, pulled out
only to slide back inside of her with a pleasured groan. Her
fingers fisted in his hair on the third stroke and by the fourth
stroke she was kissing him in the way that she’d always dreamed
of.

Even if it meant that she could never
have him.

The rest of their
story can be found in
Double
Dare
…

About the Author

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