Just Let Go

Darcy

Darcy

Watching this hulk of a man scanning through my CD collection, I feel my cheeks heat. My taste in music is, what shall we call it? Eclectic? Unusual? Really fucking strange? Yep the last. He pulls out my ZZ Top album and I fall back on the bed covering my eyes with my arm..we should have just fucked downstairs..nice one Darcy. I feel the bed dip beside me and his voice washes over me,
"ZZ Top, Blue? I really didn't take you for a Tush kinda girl? Hey..look at me" he pulls my arm off my face and I look into his eyes, there is a line of humour but not at me, more out of astonishment.
"I work in a bar filled with bikers Hudson, were you expecting to find Justin fucking Beiber up there?" His chuckles makes the air lighter and I don't feel so embarrassed anymore. Leaning forward he puts the box on my dresser. The nag in my head makes me go and pick it up and put it back in the alphabetical placement it came from. I hate that I'm like that. I feel Hudson's eyes burning the back of my head, so I turn and offer him an explanation into my strange behaviour, I promised I would be honest with him.
"Foster used to like everything just so. Everything had its place and I made sure it was in it, otherwise he would put me in mine. I've got better though. Your folks made me tip out every bottle of liquor they had once. Made me tip them all out and then leave for the evening knowing that it was a mess. Damn well nearly killed me, but it helped. Cara made me throw all her clothes out of the window one day, then she came and did mine. We went to work and I knew the mess I had left at home, but the itch got less. My room though. It's my sanctuary. I choose to put everything where it is, I choose to tidy it up, and I enjoy it because it's for me." I tip my head up to look back at him. He's listened intently to every word, but doesn't bore me with tales of sympathy. He knows that's not what I need. He slides back on the bed and pulls the pillow up to rest on...oh shit. I lunge forward and attempt to grab what I know he will find. But it's too late.
"Erm..you want to tell me how you got this Blue?" His voice is dripping in laughter and sarcasm. He holds the picture of himself. The picture is from about 5 years ago. He's care free and smiling. Holding a football and has his head tossed back. He didn't even know the picture had been taken.
"Your dad. That day when he thought someone had broke into the bar. When he hugged me goodbye, he placed the picture in my pocket and told me that I should keep it as you would be a new face for my walls.." Shit this was too embarrassing, I couldn't read anything from his face as he was just staring at the photo,
"Look if you want it back I underst-" His voice stopped mine in its tracks,
"I remember this day, and I remember this photo. It was Casey's. She would keep it in her purse, I have one of her in my wallet from the same day. We were back in Houston seeing family, in the middle of our annual family football game, Casey had tripped over and ma had luckily snapped a photo of her all muddy and sprawled on the grass. That's what I'm laughing at." His voice trails off at the end and he places the photo on my bedside table.
"I want you to have it, I'm jealous it's spent all this time in your bed.." His lips quirk up and I'm relieved he's coming back to me, emotional Hudson tears at my heart. I'm so scared it will break. I walk to stand in front of him and place my hands on his shoulders. His eyes look up to meet mine and he starts playing with the hem of his shirt that I'm wearing. I'm not sure if it's a silent question? But I'm happy to give an answer anyway. I lift the t-shirt up slowly and throw it back on my floor, suddenly not feeling any need to put it in the draw it belongs in. I feel Hudson's hands reach round to land on my arse. I push him back on my bed and crawl up over his body, not feeling so small. Straddling his hard stomach I run his top up over his abs, stroking them with the backs of my hand..killing two birds with one stone and all that. He takes it off the rest of the way when I reach his chest. I can feel his hard cock on my arse, his breath catching as I slide down to sit on his thighs. His Levi's undo surprisingly easy and I tug them down along with his Calvin's. He lays beneath me totally naked and open, baring it all for me. He reaches his hands up towards me, but I pin them to his sides. I know what I want to do, but I need to do it at my speed. Bending my head towards his cock, he shuts his eyes and groans a guttural sound, I haven't even touched him yet and I do this too him. It's empowering. My breath comes heavy and I know it's my lust mixed with my fear. I have never done this out of choice before. Foster would want this, and he would take it. There was nothing enjoyable about it, he would make me choke and gag with his hands dragging my head up and down him. I couldn't breath, and it hurt. Everytime I thought he would steal my last breath. But this is what men need, this is what they like.
"Darcy...I just need you. Please baby, don't do this to yourself, just give me you." His words answered my inner fears. And in doing so washed them to one side. My breathing evening out, his face still wary. I flicked my tongue over the tip of his seeping cock, his saltiness added to the moisture forming in my mouth. His head slams back onto the pillow but remains still after that. Taking my cue I sink my mouth down over his thick length, but this I enjoy. Flickering my tongue in short sharp movements over the underside of his cock, his hips buck up off the bed. I do this several times before the growl from above me stops me mid suck,
"Darcy, no more baby..I want to finish looking in your eyes and not the top of your head. I can't last much longer"
I pop him out and crawl back up over his body, leaning over to my draw I reach and grab the box that Cara gave me before the club the other night and pull out a condom. Rolling it on him, I position myself over his cock. Our blazing eyes meeting, I sink myself down and gasp at his fullness this way. My long hair cascades over our faces, sheltering our faces, so only I can see this beautiful man come undone for me. His hips and my weight create a rhythm that soothes each of our aches, but not enough to push us over. He grabs my hips and spins me so I'm now beneath him, my legs cradled around his hips, pulling him down and into me. His arms straining beside my head come down one by one and fold around my head, framing my face as if he's taking a mental picture. Running my hands along his stubble I pull his face to mine so our foreheads kiss. Without instruction I give him my eyes, and he returns by locking his emeralds on me. Our breathing entwines, our bodies sink into each other. A few more thrusts and I tip my head back calling for Hudson, forgetting about sleeping Cara, forgetting about everything. He buries his expletives into my throat, he's a little more considerate than I am.
Our breathing returns to normal and I lie cradled into Hudson's side. He brushes his fingers through my hair, and my eyes begin to close.
"Stay with me Hudson?" I know he's leaving tomorrow but I pray he doesn't leave me tonight.
"I'm here, sleep now baby." Although the answer wasn't the straight yes I was expecting, he made no move to leave or release me. That was good enough for me.

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A grumble of an engine outside yanks me from my peaceful sleep. I don't even need to look at where Hudson fell asleep beside me to know he is not there. I feel cold, I'm never cold when he's with me. I look over to the window that oozes in light and feel no warmth from it. Why did he leave without saying goodbye? Was I even surprised? A tap at the door and the sound of it creaking open draws my attention away from the cold spot beside me. Caras tentative footsteps are a welcome surprise, usually her wake up calls consist of her dive bombing on my bed until the bitch bounces me out.

"I bring tea..milky, with two of the largest sugars the spoon would physically allow.." She edges towards me and sits beside me handing me the mug that reads, 'my other mug is a wine glass'.

"Thanks..." Sipping it slowly, I don't even register the sugary hit. It's not what I need. What I need is headed back into the city with his thick thighs wrapped around his engine..

"I know my teas are good..but cut the lust from your eyes, they aren't orgasmic!" There she was..I knew Cara was checking to see if I was okay, and truthfully I am. This is new to me, that's all. The niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach is just uncertainty at this whole situation,. That's all, right?

We spent the next half an hour snuggled in bed discussing what shops we would grace with our presence today and also about taking Mrs W to a salon to get her hair done. There was nothing wrong with her in the slightest, but she was still female for Christs sake, what woman doesn't love to be pampered, plus we owe her big time.

Two hours later Cara and I were almost at the Woods house. Heads banging away to Bleeding Out by Imagine Dragons, when my pocket vibrated.

*just got back to the office. Have a great day, check your purse. Please use it. H x*

"And is that Mr Ride Off into The Sunrise himself? What does he have to say for himself?" I answer Caras question with a wave of the wad of fifties I find stashed in the side zip of my purse. I shake my head, exasperated with his over the top gesture. We had discussed this. His heart was in the right place. Caras eyes lit up as did the volume on the radio.

"The man said to treat ourselves, did he not?! So stop overthinking it D. He's starting to grow on me!"

She was right, maybe I was overthinking this. We are taking his mum out after all.
So why did that niggling feeling grow to a bite, and this money feel like a payoff?

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Okay, so it's been a while as I started struggling, I'm not gonna lie. But i feel happy to delve back into this, hence why I posted my last works.
Feedback of any kind, positive or negative will be appreciated as I need some motivation!!!