“…You got that real thing, that good-vibey feel thing, that roller coaster thrill thing that just keeps turning me on. Gives me that heart rush, I can’t help but wanna touch, and I just can’t get enough…”


Darcy pushed open the front door and Charlotte pulled her jacket around her tighter. She could hardly believe he ever lived here at all. The apartment was cold and lifeless, and for all the bright excitement and happiness Darcy expressed on a normal day of his life, this seemed to be the exact opposite. Of course, Charlotte had to remind herself that he hadn’t been here in a couple weeks, and chances were the landlord had already shut off the gas line to the apartment. Even though it was July, the temperature outside couldn’t have been more than the mid-sixties, and compared to the ninety degree weather that she was normally spoiled with, Charlotte had to remind herself that not being lived in often made a home feel cold. As he had mentioned back in California, he had sold a lot of the furniture, and Charlotte now noted how sparsely decorated it currently was. There was very little left to take, and she knew there wouldn't be any trouble stuffing everything left into his Range Rover, and taking it back to LA with them.

She took it upon herself to explore the rest of his old place, pushing open doors and looking at the rooms behind them. Each step of the way Darcy was just behind her, making mental notes of everything he wanted to pack up and take with him. Then she pushed open the last door left. After seeing the bedroom behind it, she flicked her eyes back at Darcy and rolled them, playfully annoyed.

“We’re sleeping here?” She looked back into the room and noticed a mattress on the floor with the disassembled bed frame beside it. “Bed frames, Darcy. Ones that are put together and raising a mattress off the ground.” Charlotte turned around and stood on her tip toes in order to wrap her arms around Darcy’s neck.

He looked at her and smiled, brushing her hair away from her face before he kissed her quickly, “it’s just a couple nights. And then we get to stay in roadside motels on the way back,”

She moved her hands to his biceps and squeezed as she looked up at him, horrified.

Darcy kissed her lips once more, this time much slower. And although she reciprocated, he could tell she was still focused on his last comment. Finally, he kissed her forehead, “don’t worry. Only one of them has a known cockroach infestation,”

She slapped his chest and Darcy turned and ran with Charlotte right behind him, grabbing at the back of his shirt. When she got close enough, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck to bear hug him from behind. Suspended off the ground, Darcy reached down and placed his hands beneath her thighs as he carried her back into the kitchen.

“No cockroaches,” she muttered, releasing her grip from him as he turned around and gave her a chance to sit down on the counter. When she sat down, he turned in between her legs and immediately went for her breasts, cupping them in his massive hands. She looked down to watch him as his hands traced the shape of her chest, and she spread her legs a little bit wider so he could get closer to her.

His hands drifted down to the hem of her shirt and his fingertips tucked beneath it, inching it upwards. “How long’s it been since I’ve been in LA?”

It came out as a whisper and Charlotte lifted her arms to allow him to effortlessly pull her shirt from her body. He tossed it to the floor before doing the same with his. “About a week,” she smiled as he came back towards her and pressed his lips to her neck.

“How have I not fucked you since I’ve been back?” He whispered, trailing his lips down her neck to her shoulder, and then down to her breast.

“I gave you an opportunity,” she scratched her fingers through his hair and pushed her shoulders back, forcing her chest harder against Darcy’s mouth. “You said no,”

He pulled his head back and looked at her, moving his fingers to her waist to unbutton her pants, “what an idiot.”

She smiled at him and lifted herself off the counter just slightly so he could slip her pants off of her. “Yeah I thought you were an idiot too,” she leaned into Darcy’s body as he set his hands on her hips and helped her off the counter. “Looking back, I appreciate it,”

Darcy dropped to his knees and kissed her hip, pulling her thong down as he centered his way to her clit. He kissed gently, earning more room for himself as Charlotte spread her legs wider. Opening his mouth, he looked up to watch her expression as he moved his tongue over her clit, getting it wet before he closed his lips around it, sucking softly. Charlotte let out a tiny groan, setting one of her hands on top of Darcy’s head. She tugged on his hair and pushed herself down on his mouth more, rocking her hips back and forth.

“I love the way you eat my pussy,” she cried out and leaned against the counter for support. Darcy pulled his mouth away for one quick second to lick his finger before he set his mouth back on her clit, rolling his tongue over it. As he sunk his finger inside of her, she moaned, “Darcy?”

He looked up at her, shaking his head back and forth against her as he pushed his finger into her further, “hmm?”

She let out a lengthy moan and tilted her head backwards as her jaw dropped open. Darcy took it as a chance to do it again and Charlotte nearly lost her balance. When she could finally compose herself, thanks to the countertop, she looked back down at him, “did you really…” she cut off when Darcy began thrusting his finger in and out of her faster. Only when he slowed back down, did she feel like she could continue, “say my name when you were fucking someone else.”

Darcy giggled and kissed her clit once more before he pulled his finger out of her and stood up. He focused on his pants as he unbuttoned them, “it wasn’t my proudest moment.” He pushed his pants and boxers down, and when he looked back up at Charlotte, she had a wide grin plastered on her face.

She couldn’t help but laugh, and while she was doing so, Darcy grabbed her arm and forced her around, until she faced the counter with her hands pressed down on it. “What’d she say?”

He licked his lips and shook his head, thankful Charlotte couldn’t see him. That night would forever be seared into his memory. And it was a story he planned on taking to the grave. “She wasn’t happy with me,” is what he said, but it was an understatement to say the least. The harsh reality was that the girl had hit him and demanded to know who Charlotte was; lest she be the person destroying a marriage.

Charlotte laughed again and Darcy buried his length inside of her. It quieted her for the moment, and Darcy pushed on her back until she obeyed and laid her chest against the counter. “Did you make her come?”

No, she slapped me. He pinned her against the counter and forced himself balls deep in her, “why are we talking about other girls I’ve slept with?” He hoped that’d be enough to get her to focus on the fact that his dick was currently inside of her.

“Do you wanna talk about Travis?” She wondered, turning her head back to smirk at him.

Darcy thrust forward until their skin clapped together, and then held still, feeling Charlotte’s muscles squeeze around his shaft, “no.”

She smiled devilishly, “I had to fake a few orgasms with him just so the sex would end.”

He bent over her body, putting his hands on either side of hers on the counter and kept a steady pace even as he chuckled. Although he’d never met the guy, Darcy just imagined Travis would be the kind of guy that wouldn't realize if a girl wasn’t feeling it. But mostly he just wanted that conversation to end for now. He wanted to relish in the moment of what was happening. As they fucked against the counter, Darcy’s thoughts were reinforced by Charlotte’s progressively louder moans.

His life had changed so quickly, from thinking he’d be in Minnesota for years to come, to being the newest acquisition to the Kings. But everything was so different aside from work, too. In January when he first met Charlotte on the pier, he never would’ve thought he’d be here six months later, having sex with her in his old apartment. From the moment he saw her in the bar, he had wanted her for a very primal reason. It was the same reason he wanted other girls on the road too. And it wasn’t until he had said her name aloud when in bed with another girl, that he realized Charlotte had a firmer hold on him than he ever intended. Even if she didn’t know how captivating she was, Darcy couldn’t deny that there was no turning back.

With the way they had met, he thought that sex would be the way to get to know her better. If he could just get to the ‘after-sex’, he could learn her and get to know the intricacies of her. That’s why he had asked her to stay that night in Anaheim after they'd been eliminated from playoffs. Even with her being dead set on not sleeping with him, it still gave Darcy the quality time of learning about her. And when they slept together on his birthday, he made sure to stick around afterwards. Sure, he ended up going back to the hotel, but only after they'd stayed up the whole night talking.

He wanted to know her on deeper levels, and so when he got traded, he wasn’t as sad as he thought he’d be. Of all the places in the league he could’ve been traded to, he got assigned to the one that was right in her backyard. And yeah, maybe he’d never be the starting goalie in LA, but he didn’t have that gig in Minnesota either. And LA had other things Minnesota didn’t have: sunshine and Charlotte.

Charlotte panted out his name and it was all he needed to pull him out of his thoughts and back to the blissful reality. “I’m gonna come,”

Darcy collected her hair into a loose ponytail behind her head and pulled it gently so they could look at each other. He was mid-thrust when he realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. And he was completely inside of her when he realized he didn’t know if she was on birth control. But it felt too good and they were too far gone at this point to just end it. It did however send Darcy’s brain on a whole new tangent to think about. As Charlotte came, trembling and screaming against the countertop, he panicked about what would happen when his time for release came. Did she care if he came inside of her? What if he just pulled out and shot his load over her ass? Or did she want it in her mouth? Don’t be an idiot; no girl wants it in her mouth.

But the next thing he became aware of, was that Charlotte had moved and was now kneeling in front of him, sucking him off. He ran his hand through his hair, thinking of ways he could buy himself time so they could discuss or chat about the upcoming steps. But Charlotte circled her tongue over the tip of his dick. Baseball. Think baseball. The Orioles don’t have a shot in hell this year.

“Char…” he started, wondering what the protocol was for this discussion. “Babe, I…”

She pulled her head back and looked up as she stroked him, “I know I’ve got your brain in my mouth, but form a sentence.” She replaced her mouth on him, gently shaking her head side to side to work his shaft deeper down her throat.

“What should…” he cut off, “where do you…”

She kissed down the side of his shaft and flicked her eyes up to him. “Are you having a stroke,” she mocked and curled her hands around his shaft as her mouth teased the head of his dick.

“I’m gonna come,” he finally spat out, clutching onto the ledge of the countertop. He hoped that if he held onto it tight enough, he could keep himself from coming until he knew what she was alright with.

Charlotte grinned delicately and hopped up onto the counter in front of him. She replaced her hand on his shaft and jerked him off as she pressed her lips to his. She wrapped her other hand around his waist, pressing her palm against his ass to push him closer to her. It wasn't until she felt the warm aftermath in her hand, that she realized he had come. And when she looked up at Darcy, he was panting as his dick twitched in her hand.

He cupped his hands over her cheeks and tilted his head to the side to kiss her. When he pulled back from her lips, she bent over the counter and reached for the sink, washing off her hand. With her still being naked, Darcy spanked her and winked when it earned him a stunned look from Charlotte.

“You’re adorable when you’re trying to be gentlemanly,” she sat back up and hooked her arms over his shoulders.

Darcy smiled and moved his hands to her hips, “I didn't know where you wanted it. We never had to have that talk before.”

She kissed him sweetly, “yeah, you kinda just put it in today.”

“I panicked halfway through…”

“I’m on birth control,” she interrupted in a whisper. When he smiled again, she leaned in for another kiss.

He lifted her off the counter top and carried her back to his bedroom, laying her back on the bed before he crawled beside her and cuddled her close. She turned on her side towards him and lifted her hand in order to play with his hair. He watched her, with a smile plastered to his face. “Have you faked an orgasm with me?”

Charlotte stopped playing with his hair for the moment and stared at him. “No. Each of those orgasms were very, very real.”

Darcy draped his arm over her hip and squeezed her ass. “If we do try a real relationship, I don’t want you to ever fake it with me. It would hurt my ego more to know that you faked it just so the sex would end.”

“What do you mean if?” She grinned and went back to playing with his hair. Her heart was pounding because of what she wanted to say next. For someone who generally hated making the first move, Darcy was making her do a lot of that. “I’m in Minnesota helping you move stuff back to California. I don’t do that for just anyone. I want to be your girlfriend,”

“You know, my last girlfriend cheated on me and broke my heart,” he joked and pecked her lips quickly.

“My last boyfriend called me a cunt. We’re both looking for an upgrade.” Now she kissed him, planting her lips firmly on his.

When they parted, and even though she was saying it as a joke, Darcy felt the need to reassure her. “Hey…” he pressed his forehead against hers, “I’m never gonna call you a cunt.”

She smiled and hugged him tightly, “and I’m never gonna cheat on you.” She paused and began running her fingers over his side, “I can’t promise I won’t break your heart though.”

Darcy bared his teeth playfully and attacked her with tickles. Charlotte rolled over onto her back, trying to escape him, but he rolled with her, straddling her body as he continued to tickle her. She knew that if she could get her hands around his shaft again, he’d give up on his attack. When she managed to, Darcy’s tickles ceased and he pressed his hands against the bed on either side of her head. He thrusted his hips forward into her hands as she squeezed him. He was hard in no time.

Charlotte moaned and nodded up at him as his dick throbbed in her hands. She urged him closer until his legs straddled her torso, and then she set his length down on her chest and pushed her breasts together.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pushing his hips forward just slightly to watch the head of his cock push through her cleavage. When she tilted her head down and flicked her tongue over his tip, his mouth dropped open, “you’re so fucking hot.”

She giggled and looked back up at him, moaning quietly as he got into a rhythm that was sure to lead to another orgasm for him. She had never done this with a boy, and never thought she would. But there was something about Darcy that made her want to push the comfortable boundaries of her sex life. Her borderline acceptable relationship with Travis taught her one thing: that she wanted to be desired endlessly by someone. The hot and cold of Travis’ affection sparked intrigue within her to explore a different side of herself. She never wanted sex with Darcy to become a scheduled business transaction as it had become with guys of the past.

Darcy was barely able to keep himself in check. He shot her the same anxious glance as before, and Charlotte nodded to him reassuringly. With each thrust, she squeezed her breasts harder, creating resistance against Darcy. He pushed through anyways, letting out throaty growls that turns into guttural moans. She released her breasts, smirking when Darcy groaned, and then guided his hands to her chest, having him press her breasts as hard as he wanted to. This encouraged a barrage of erratic movements on his end. His breathing became staggered and Charlotte clutched onto the thin blanket beneath her.

When he came a few minutes later, shooting his load between her breasts and over her chest, Charlotte got another idea. In the spirit of trying new things, when Darcy let go of her breasts, she took his shaft in her hand and led his dick up to her mouth. She grinned up at him as she pushed the head of his dick into her mouth and sucked on it softly, tasting the last remnants of his release. He took a long, shaky breath, unable to keep his length from twitching in her mouth as her tongue massaged the base of the head of his dick.

“You like sucking my dick, baby?” Darcy smirked and pulled out of her mouth. He kissed her lips once and then repositioned himself lower, until he was kneeling at the foot of the bed with his arms wrapped around her thighs, licking up and down her slit.

“Mhmm,” she moaned, keeping eye contact with Darcy as he ran his tongue flat against her clit. While she still had his attention, she dragged two fingers over her chest, collecting his come on them, and then pushed them into her mouth to suck them clean. “You taste good,”

That was all he needed to begin his tirade. If she’d known that small act on her part would incite the pleasure that came afterwards for her, she probably would’ve done it sooner. Darcy was relentless with her after that. Every time her body trembled and twitched, and every time she pushed against the bed, trying to pull herself away from his mouth, he pulled her down on his mouth, forcing her to allow the convulsions to rush through her.

Her legs squeezed around his head when he slid his index and middle fingers into her. He wasn’t even trying to ease his way into it this time around. Instinctively, her body shifted down on his hand, getting down to the last knuckle. He rocked his hand in and out of her quickly, fingers curling and stroking inside of her as his tongue circled her swollen, sensitive clit. She was nearly screaming at this point and Darcy thought it was a perfect way to leave Minnesota.

Charlotte looked down at him when his hand slowed. She’d already come once, and hadn’t had the chance to tell him, but she figured he knew. Her body had gone rigid and her muscles squeezed his fingers in an attempt to slow them down, but it didn’t work. She came all over them and was sure he knew. So now, when he slowed down, she thought he was ending for the night. She let out a long sigh, which turned into a sudden shriek when Darcy pushed his ring finger in with the other two.

“Darcy,” she cried out, pushing against his head as he sucked on her clit. He hummed against her and shook his head back and forth which caused her to tug on his hair. Her shaking body did nothing to deter him, and he began thrusting his fingers in and out of her slowly, working them deeper each time. “Is she stretching?”

He smiled and kissed her inner thigh. This girl. She’d be the death of him with the new kinks he was learning about her. “Slowly,” he whispered and returned his tongue to her clit, licking it quickly to relax her. “How’s it feel to have three fingers inside of you, baby girl?”

“So fucking good,” she growled, arching her back off the bed. “Is she tight,” she yelped as he forced his fingers into her deeper.

“She is, baby girl. You’re so fucking tight,”

Again, she barely had time to tell him she was going to come. As he fingered her, stretching her wide open, Charlotte lifted her hips off the bed and looked down at him. Her eyebrows furrowed and she nodded, losing every bit of control as Darcy pulled his fingers out of her and pushed his tongue back into her entrance. She pressed against his head as her orgasm rushed through her entire body, and again, Darcy held firm, moving to her clit to get the most out of her release.

With a final long sigh against her, Darcy kissed his way up her body and made his way back up to her lips. Charlotte was unwilling to let him pull away. She wanted to kiss him for hours on end. He rest his body on top of hers, cupping her hip when she moved her legs around his waist. She had forgotten what it felt like to have a giant of a man laying on top of her; the pressure and weight he added to her body. She wanted to lay like that forever.

Notes

"Crazy Beautiful Sexy" by Old Dominion.

GAH. Okay, I think it's safe to say that I love these two now. This is trouble. I'd love y'alls feedback or whateva. I love them.