Page 83 of Adrift

Darian: No.

Me: Rude. Well, in that case, I’m considering rescinding my decision to come.

Darian: Oh, you’ll fucking come alright. On my desk and against every fucking surface in my office.

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I knock before slipping into Darian’s office, closing the door behind me before eyeing it curiously. “Did you get a new door? This looks different from last time.”

He scoots his chair back, taking me in from head to toe as if he didn’t just see me a few hours ago. “No, I just had them install an opaque glass insert as part of the renovations we’re doing.”

“Interesting.” I bite my bottom lip, wondering if he’s really planning what he said in his text. My body is already starting to tingle in anticipation. I lift up the bag of food I bought for us. I’d stopped at one of those healthy restaurants that serve cardboard for food. I’ve seen him eat stuff from there. “Hungry?”

He gets up and meets me against the adjacent wall. Taking my face in his hand, he tucks my curl behind my ear. “Maybe after I work up an appetite.”

I look at him mischievously. “Yeah? I think I can help you with that.”

Placing the food bag on the floor, I turn him so his back is against the wall. I’m sure no one can see inside with the bubbled glass, but my heart still bounces around in my chest from the thrill of knowing I’m about to do something more salacious than I’ve ever done before.

Darian focuses on my movements, but my hand on his chest lets me know his heart is beating just as fast. He watches me drop to my knees in front of him. “Rani.”

“Shh.” I look up at him as I pull on his belt buckle. “Please. I want to.”

Over the past week and a half, Darian and I have had a lot of sex, and he’s made it a point to tell me how much he loves to pleasure me, so I want to give a little back.

After unbuttoning his pants, I slide them down his thighs and lift his shirt. His thick, veiny erection bobs out, so hard and long, it’s intimidating. I wrap my hand around it and Darian hisses. His eyes turn hooded as his hips protrude further out. I can feel the tightness of his body as his abs flex between the V-shape of his torso. Jesus, the man is truly magnificent.

I lick my lips before flattening my tongue under his shaft, sampling him from base to tip. His smooth skin slides in my mouth like velvet, and I taste the precum on his tip from just the little I’ve done.

Darian grunts, his hand jutting out to catch behind my head. “Fuck.”

Titling his erection a little toward me, I slide my lips down his shaft, putting him into my mouth as far as I can go. I feel his hand tighten over my head, his thighs flexing, as he tries to yield his control. Wetness collects inside my panties as my nipples pucker to the heightening of his breathing. I suck on him, feeling the weight of him on my tongue. He’s so large, my entire mouth stretches over his girth. I continue to use my hand, rubbing my spit all around him with my hand, my head still bobbing over him.

Darian groans again when I pull up almost to his throbbing head before going back down and swirling him around in my mouth. “Jesus, Rani.”

I suck and lap at him, with both my hands wrapped around him, before my own need has me sliding my hand into my shorts. I rub my clit, moaning, before pressing my two fingers into my heat.

Darian’s eyes fly between my mouth and my other hand. “Fuck, yes. You gonna come on your fingers to the taste of me, baby?”

I nod, pulling him further into my mouth and I almost gag around him. My fingers reach my G-spot, and I hum around his length. I’m so close, my thighs quiver from need. My rhythm feels off as I try to please him while I pleasure myself, but fuck, I want both!

Darian seems to understand my silent request, guiding my head so he’s pumping into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. “I’m going to come, Rani.”

I moan in approval, circling my G-spot, before erupting on my fingers. My moans get louder as Darian pumps faster into my wet mouth. Within seconds, he growls and I taste the hot streams of his release on my tongue.

We’re both breathing so hard we can barely speak as he lifts me by my hand to meet him at his place against the wall. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a Darian-shaped inclusion on it now.

“Oh God. Christ.” Darian pulls me against him by my waist. “Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?” I start to speak and his jaw clenches. “Don’t answer that.”

I smile against a kiss to his mouth, still trying to catch my breath. “How’s that appetite of yours now? Hungrier?”

“Starving.”

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I stir awake with the sound of my nephew’s voice on the monitor, and then I look over at Darian. His bare arm is loosely around my waist as he breathes softly into my neck. It’s rare to see him sleeping so peacefully between the stress and nightmares that always seem to keep him up.

Glancing at the clock, I see that it’s a little past four. Arman whines again, and my gut says something is wrong. He’s not crying–he’s not even that loud–but whatever it is, I need to be with him.

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