Just Let Go

Darcy

Darcy

I crashed my lips down on his before I could overthink this or turn back..I released my vice grip on his hands and held onto his shoulders as I climbed into his lap..I needed closer. His rough thick hands edged further up my thighs and found my arse cheeks, he kneaded them like he was never going to feel them again. It felt so fucking good. The wetness between our mouths had nothing on what was going on between my thighs. I fisted my hands in his hair and held on tight as I rode his lap, trying to soothe the ache that burned underneath my blue shorts, I ripped away the towel he had used to to cover his growing cock and rubbed myself against him, the roughness of his jeans giving me some form of friction I needed. But that was soon gone as he lifted us both from the ground, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands still on my arse, like I weighed nothing. He slammed my back against the fridge door and held me there with one hand as his other hand suddenly disappeared, but as my top began to inch up and over my head, our mouths only breaking once, I knew what he wanted to see. With my shirt most likely in the kitchen sink, he grabbed one my full breasts, his huge hand held it like it was meant to fit just for him. He pulled his tongue from mine and made his way down my neck and shoulder before sucking in my aching nipple and tugging hard, sending shock waves straight to my now dripping pussy. But I needed his tongue back up here so I pulled him back up, before he claimed my mouth once more he looked straight into my eyes, his hand edging along the waist band of my shorts, his eyes I know realised were asking for permission, I hesitated, it was the first time in 3 years, this was the first time willingly in much longer than that, he could see the cogs turning, so instead of waiting for me this time, he took the yes that was on the tip of my tongue and plunged his finger in..the groan that came from my throat sounded like nothing I'd ever heard from my lips, but I'd never felt anything as good..the sounds from my mouth and from his finger filled the room. There were no words spoken, I didn't want words, I wanted to feel. His other finger wanted in and he began to stretch me and fill me like never before, and this was just his fingers. I was so close, muscles were clamping down on his fingers, not willing for him to stop, I was getting tighter around him as he spun us both so he was now leaning back on the door, I didn't understand until he pulled my right leg up around his thigh and dropped my other, he had stretched me further. Too far, too fucking far..my release was there I clamped my eyes shut and waited for the fall, but he stopped he stopped his fingers dead..I flicked my eyes open and looked at his hooded green ones,

"Keep your eyes open, keep em on me. I want to see everything you got when you come all over my fingers, got it?" His words alone nearly sent me over the edge, but I nodded, and kept my eyes trained on his, he built up his rhythm again and added his thumb to my swollen clit, I was there I just had to let go, why couldn't I let go...he knew I was struggling, he leant his face down and fucked my mouth with his tongue, It was my undoing, I screamed as I fell over the fucking edge, pulled my head back and called out any words I could think of...I was a mess, he sank us down to the floor, my kitchen had seen some fucking action this morning. I curled up in Hudson's lap, as he drew lazy circles on my back. I looked up sometime in my post orgasmic haze and kissed him, I don't know why, I just did. I looked at the plaster I had somehow managed to rip from his face and smiled,

"I need to get you another plaster, I'd taken yours for a ride, stay still your bleeding again.." As I went to leave the nest I'd made in his lap, he pulled me back down and cradled my face,

"It's alright, just stay fucking put.." He thumbed the scar on my chin, the one Foster had given me...I felt sick.

"We can be matching.." I was gonna throw up..my lungs..my chest they stopped working, where was the fucking air!?!

I jumped off him as if he was on fire and scrambled backwards, trying to get a grip on anything, anything except my fucking life..

His wide eyes told me all I needed to know..I was a head fuck..I looked for words,

"Please..go..please" he stood and reached for my shirt and crouched down I front of me as I coward further into the corner...all I could see was a Foster..not Hudson, not his green eyes..just black..black fucking eyes..his mouth was moving but I couldn't hear words..his hand reached for me and I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow..

"GET THE FUCK OUT..NOW!!" He retreated back but looked confused as to what he should do..I needed him gone. So I picked up anything in reach and launched it at him..pan after pan..whisks and more fucking spatulas until he finally got the message and turned to walk away. I sat with my head cradled between my knees gasping for air.

I don't know how long I sat like that for, but when I heard the familiar sound of Cara cursing, I knew I'd been there for hours.