Darien's Floor

Tori-Lee Keene

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Serena walked slowly. She wasn't sure what she should do. Her feelings had been changing rapidly and she wasn't sure what they meant. More and more she missed Darien when he was away, and she didn't like it. She wanted things to go back to the way they had been before. Just wild, passionate sex. No feelings involved. She walked into the park, meandering through, passing trees and flowers and butterflies without noticing them.

Her mind was spinning through memories. Moments of intense heat and passion. She had to hide her new feelings. She couldn't let him know or he might turn away from her. And that would break her. She wouldn't say the words, even in her own mind. If she didn't admit it, then perhaps the feelings would go away. Right?

The path led her to the bench where several of their trysts had occurred. She could remember one night in particular, when he'd started to grow extremely possessive. Maybe he was feeling more than he let on too. She sighed and looked out over the water. She missed him.

oOo

Darien could see Serena, but he hid himself behind a tree as she passed. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it was more than just a need to bury himself inside her. He wanted her more than he thought was healthy for them. She went to their bench. Her hair reflected the sunlight, making it seem as though a halo was hovering over her golden locks. Her Odango style was so cute that he often thought of her as young and innocent, even after all they had done together.

He watched her, saw her shoulders heave in a sigh. Maybe she was sad. Should he go to her? What would he say? What would he do? He shook his head in frustration and turned to walk away. That's when he saw that... asshole. Hokuto. He wouldn't let that jerk anywhere near his woman. He moved out from behind the tree and strode to Serena, putting a hand on her shoulder to turn her to him.

She looked like she might throw herself at him, but he quickly jerked his head to the side so she could see the approach of the asshole. She nodded as soon as she saw him and the two of them began one of the fakest arguments in history as they moved quickly away.

"Meatball Head!"

"Baka!"

"Klutz!"

"Jerk!"

None of their words had any heat behind them, which Darien actually found rather disappointing. He searched his mind as he continued arguing by rote. He needed a new insult. Something that would stir her up and get her wild. Maybe he could take her back to his place and they could fuck on every surface he had. It was definitely a thought. He turned his head. Hokuto was looking at them but he didn't follow. They kept walking until he was hidden from sight.

"Serena, you are an unconscionably foolish dunce and a vapid simple-minded weakling!" He hid his smile as his insults got a bit more real.

"Darien, you are an outrageously repugnant vermin and a deplorable disease-ridden chromosome-deficient test tube experiment." Serena grinned in triumph.

Suddenly he was pressing her up against the bark of a tree, and their hands were tearing through clothing to reach skin as their mouths met in a heated dance. This. This was what he had missed. Her humor, her irrepressible joy, her hot, delightful little body.

"My place. Now!" They ran for it, though separately. He watched her ass as she ran ahead of him. As much as they shouldn't be seen together, he couldn't help keeping her in sight. She ran into the parking garage of his building and he followed her inside and to the elevator. As soon as the doors opened he pushed her inside and up against the wall, her back to his chest as he bit her earlobe.

"I need you," she moaned. He ran his hands up her sides and over her breasts. They couldn't do anything here, but as soon as he had her in private he was going to take her over and over again. All day, all night. He wasn't going to stop until she begged him to. His cock throbbed at the thought of being complete with her.

The moment they crossed the threshold of his apartment and closed the door, he dragged her down to the floor and lay over her, covering her face and neck in kisses. He needed her. Needed to be inside her. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own, pulling and tugging at her clothing until she was fully exposed to him. He was still fully dressed, though she was trying to tear his clothing off, but he held her hands up over her head so he could feast on her.

Her glorious, soft full breasts peaked as he ran his tongue roughly over one nipple, then the other. He wanted to taste, to touch every inch of her. He needed her more than he needed his next breath.

He trailed kisses down over her belly and forced her legs apart so he could claim her with his mouth. His fingers dug into the soft, smooth skin of her thighs, possibly bruising her, but he needed to taste, to touch, to take.

He spread her open and slid his tongue through her folds, tasting her sweet flavor. He could sup on her forever. He pressed his tongue into her and she cried out, her hands sliding into his hair, holding him to her. He smiled. She hadn't seen anything yet. He moved his tongue rapidly in and out for a minute, before moving higher and sucking her turgid clit into his mouth.

This was something new he had discovered, and with a hint of glee, he sucked harder until it raised a bit higher, then captured the tip between his teeth before torturing the imprisoned tip with his tongue. She screamed his name, and he licked again, sucking harder still. She thrashed under him. He wasn't done. He pressed two fingers into her, turning them so they hit the spongy spot that drove her wild. She convulsed around him, her walls tightening until he could barely move his fingers within her.

He lifted up and quickly turned her so she was on her hands and knees. He lowered his pants, not bothering to remove anything before he speared her, groaning as he hit deep. She thrust back against him as he took her hard. She screamed his name again, as he reached around and pinched her clit.

oOo

Serena whined as Darien entered her again and again. As he pushed deeper in he reached around and felt for her nipples. The touch of his fingers was enough to make her moan and lean back, pushing him further into her depths. When he was completely enclosed, he let go of her nipples and grabbed her hips. It was a primitive and brutal mating, the two of them thrusting their bodies together until he was slamming into her cervix.

"Harder, harder," she chanted, wanting him to crawl inside of her forever. Their bodied smacked together with resounding claps as he forced himself in and out in a rhythm that was almost too much for him. He pounded into her, and when she screamed her orgasm he kept going, unwilling to stop. He held back his own orgasm, determined to hear her scream his name again before he stopped.

Serena couldn't believe it when a second orgasm ripped through her and she screamed again. "Oh god, oh god," she panted. She was sore and the pounding hurt, but she liked it. She wanted him to keep going, wanted him inside her forever. The aftershocks from her orgasm began to get stronger as a third wave hit her. She screamed his name again and again as his rhythm became erratic and he poured his seed into her.

He pulled out and laid on the floor beside her. She turned her head and grinned at him as she collapsed onto the rug on her belly. "Perfect," she whispered.

"We're not done yet," he promised.

Whew! Man, I love a good, rough fuck scene. Don't you? Tori-Lee Keene wrote this gem.

Christmas is coming! You know what that means?! Some of my glorious writers wanted to write some Christmassy lemonaids for you. So next week, I start posting some holiday sexiness! Excited? You should be…they are fabulous!