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I knew she needed a little extra help this first time, which is why I took her on her side. I also wanted to feel her smooth ass arching against my hips. I still have fantasies about bending her over that desk of hers. I imagine tugging up her skirt to see she’s not wearing any panties. Oh, I’d have to be very strict with her about that. After I got her good and riled up, a little spanking, a little teasing, I’d unbuckle my belt and give her a punishment she’ll never forget.

But she’s not ready for that. I know because of that whole shame bullshit she’s got hanging over her head. We’ll have to fix that first, get her comfortable with herself and giving in to her desires.

But fuck, I can’t do any of that long distance. Tomorrow, she’ll be back in college. I think about her sitting in a class with a bunch of drippy, snotty rich kids and shake my head. Darcy’s not like that. How is she going to find a guy in such a stuffy environment? Especially with how vulnerable she is right now. She’s had a taste of how good her body can feel, but a part of her is ashamed of it. If she ended up with the wrong guy, he could twist that shame into something very dark. The thought takes me out at the knees because the idea of her with someone else drives me insane, let alone anyone messing with her head. But fuck, there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.

After a night where I don’t fall asleep for hours, just thinking while stroking Darcy’s shoulder, I wake with the weak light of dawn brightening the room. We hadn’t really talked about it—me staying over, but I realize that there was no way I would have left. I know she’s scared about her dad finding out about us, and though I hate the idea of hiding it—I’m a grown man for crying out loud—I guess I am too. I could have snuck out early this morning, but now it’s too late. Maybe I should just come out with it, but I know Darcy doesn’t want me to.

Darcy stirs in my arms and I caress her side. Her soft hums of contentment send blood pumping south, and my cock is awake in seconds.

Darcy caresses up and down my chest. “Good morning,” she sighs.

“Good morning,” I say, lifting her face to mine and giving her a series of gentle kisses. Her lips are so perfectly tender and full. I try to savor the feel of them locked with mine.

We take a shower together. I wash her hair and lather her skin with soap, gently washing away all evidence of last night, taking my time. Her breasts become stiff peaks as I stroke and tease them, and her breathing quickens. Before long I’m on my knees, licking her delicate folds and hearing her come in tight gasps. I could spend all day making her come like this. Hell, I could spend the rest of my life making her come like this. The thought comes as such a surprise that I push it away. I must have it bad because I’ve never felt this way about a girl.

I turn off the shower and, trying not to rush, step out of the tub, then lift her onto the tiled countertop and spread her gorgeous legs. I kiss her, my lips practically devouring hers, my hand guiding my cock against her folds. She’s so wet. I glide against her, making sure I’m good and coated before locking my shaft against her opening and thrusting inside.

Fuck, it’s just as good as last night and I moan with pleasure. Darcy gasps, a little surprised at how fast I’m moving, but I know she’s going to love it. Her body welcomes my girth and I grin at the thought of her getting used to me. I’m sure she’s still a little bit sore from last night but I know this will make it better. Plus, it’s the only thing that can push away the frustration building inside me. The more I get lost in her, the better I feel. I don’t know what I’ll do when she’s gone.

I suck her perfect tits and cup her ass so I can get all the way inside her. She feels so incredible, with her legs parted for me and her chest arching up. It’s like her body was made for my touch.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” I say, pulling her thighs tight against my hips. I feel her muscles squeeze me, as if hearing my command gives her the courage she needs to unlock her desires. I bury my cock inside her sweet folds and lower to her breasts, my lips tugging just enough to make them harden. I’m getting close but I’m not about to fly solo, so I restrain myself, listening to her body so I can give her what she needs. Her breaths are coming fast and she’s gripping my waist, driving me against her breasts. I start to tease her with my teeth, grazing the length of her nipple then closing around it with my mouth. I reach up to the other one and gently pinch, the wetness from my tongue making my fingers slide forcibly over them.

Darcy’s hips arch to meet mine as I move with her, the wetness of her arousal filling the small space with the most incredible sounds—sounds I want ringing in my ears every goddamn day and night. I start to lose control, our hips joining recklessly and her cries of ecstasy rising higher and higher until she’s squeezing me, her eyes shut tight as the orgasm erupts. Like a raging beast I thrusts hard into her with my release, arching deep, filling every inch of her until I’m spent.

When it’s over, I take her into my arms and kiss her, my whole body shuddering. Breathing hard, we hold each other tight.

Five

Darcy

After we shower again, we get dressed in silence. We can’t keep our hands off each other, though, so it takes a little longer than it should. I’m getting nervous about my dad finding out about us. I don’t want to ask Brian to slip out the back door or anything, but how am I going to explain why he’s still here? A blush races up my neck. He’ll know why.

Slut, whore, tease. I can’t silence the words this time, and I start to feel off kilter.

Downstairs, I make coffee. Brian comes up behind me, and nuzzles my neck. Then he’s kissing me there, making my blood race. He grips my waist, and there’s something so possessive and powerful about the way he does it that sends hot blood straight to my core. He caresses up and over my breasts, instantly making my nipples harden. I whimper, practically seeing stars. But I shouldn’t do this here, I shouldn’t want him like this so soon after what we did upstairs. Inside I feel raw and sore but it’s like that only makes me miss him even more, as if the only way I’ll feel better is if he’s inside me.

My dad’s door pops open. Instantly, Brian jumps back. My cheeks burn. On one hand, I want to be honest with him, but on the other, I’m terrified that my actions will change things for him and Brian. I want my dad to see me as a grown woman but I’m afraid he’ll stop caring for me like his little girl. I’m terrified that he’ll see me and instantly think…

Brian pulls the egg carton out of the fridge and quickly begins to whip up a bowl for scrambled eggs.

“Morning,” Brian calls heartily to my dad as he walks toward us, looking well rested. For this I’m relieved. “I hope it’s okay I crashed in the guest room last night,” Brian lies—he’s not very good at it and I grimace, but I’m more relieved than I can say that he’s trying.

My dad steps into the kitchen, his eyes moving from me to him. “Good idea,” he finally says. “You know you’re welcome anytime.”

Brian offers to drive me to the airport, and I think my dad is relieved because the doctors told him not to drive yet and it’s three-hours, round trip. But this only prolongs my goodbye to Brian, which is already agonizing.

After breakfast, I kiss and hold my dad, telling him I’ll back in a few months for Christmas. He’s already bought my ticket. Brian loads my suitcase into the back of the truck, and we leave my house, a steady drizzle beading up on the windshield. The radio plays some kind of country music but I’m not listening.

Brian takes my hand and lays it over his thigh, then covers it with his. We drive in silence for a while, the heat from his leg warming all the way up my arm. I can’t help wishing we had more time.

“I feel like a heel for lying to your pop,” he says finally, his face tense.

“Me too,” I say with a sigh.

“Your dad has given me so much.” He squeezes my hand. “I just don’t feel right about it,” he says, shaking his head.

“Maybe when I come home…” I say but trail off. We haven’t talked about the future.

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