Chapter 29

Darryl Nelson

My stomach is in my fucking throat as I knock on her door. Smit had spent the last hour on the phone with me, freaking out over what to do about Stevie.

I was surprised the dude was still speaking to me after the way I was stressing like some little girl.

After checking that Vinnie was okay if I popped out, and sending a quick text to my dad to let him know I was going over to the neighbors, I had quickly pulled my boots on and hurried over to Stevie’s with their spare key clasped in my hand.

The house was silent, and I had faltered at the bottom of the stairs. Maybe she was asleep? Her curtains weren’t drawn, but only one dim lamp was on when I’d looked over here earlier.

I had slowly made my way up and knocked softly on her bedroom door. There was a pause, then the rustling of sheets and my mind immediately paints her on the other side of the door wearing some skimpy lingerie.

“Wh-who’s there?” she asks, obviously trying to keep her voice strong.

“It’s me,” I smile as she pulls the door open. “Hi.”

“Hi,” she answers shyly. “What are you doing here?”

“I just thought we could hang out a bit.” I cringe inside at how fucking lame I sound, but she pulls the door wider to let me in. I’m a little disappointed to find her dressed in baggy sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt emblazoned with her dad’s football team.

She pads back over to her bed and sits down, fiddling with the e-book which she had obviously been reading before I rocked up. “What are you reading?”

“Hey!” She complains, stretching over me to try and grab the plastic thing back off me when I snatch it from her hands. “Darryl, give it back,” she pleads.

I scan the words, my eyes widening at the erotic words and the vivid pictures they draw. “Little Stevie, are you reading porn?” I tease, and her cheeks flush adorably.

“No,” she huffs, as I relent and let her have the e-book back. “It’s just a fantasy book.”

“Yeah, a pornographic fantasy,” I chuckle.

“Did you just come over here to make fun of me? Because you can leave if that’s the case.” Stevie crosses her arms, dropping back against the headrest of her bed and scowling at me.

“I’m sorry. I really just thought it would be nice to hang out for a bit.” I give her my best puppy dog eyes as I crawl up the bed and flop down next to her, peering up through the dark curtain of my hair at her. “Do you forgive me?”

She rolls her eyes, biting on her lip to hide her smile. “You’re an idiot.”

“You love it,” I quip, and she drops her eyes, her cheeks blazing hotter, and I swallow back the declaration of my own love which threatens to spill over my lips. “So, what are we gonna watch?”

***

Why is it that when you are sat in the near dark with the girl of your fucking dreams, that everything you choose to watch is full of sex scenes?

I mean, I chose what looked like an action film, but here we are watching the lead guy getting his end away every two minutes. Dude is worse than Bond for the amount of pussy he’s getting.

I shift uncomfortably, my dick enthusiastically showing his appreciation of the naked chick on the screen. The fact that her hair is red like Stevie’s isn’t helping matters.

I clear my throat, sitting up with my knees bent in the hope that it would give my boner some more room, and Stevie shifts too.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just…I mean it all looks so fucking fake, right? That guy would never keep stopping his assignment to get laid. And no one really looks like that when they’re fucking, right?” I rake my fingers through my hair, rubbing the back of my neck agitatedly.

“I wouldn’t know,” she says softly.

I look down at her, tilting my head to one side. In the soft yellow light, she looks more beautiful than ever.

Her long hair is loose, cascading over her shoulders, showcasing the soft rise and fall of her breasts, and her bee-stung lips are wet where she has run her tongue over them, glistening invitingly.

My body moves as if I’m under a spell. Our lips touch and time feels like it stands still as she opens up to me. Her soft patchouli scent surrounds me, filling my senses as I fall deeper into the kiss.

Soft moans escape her, spurring me on, and I lower her back down onto the bed, pushing a thigh in between her legs, up against her heated center and she moans again, grinding a little on my taut muscle.

I pull back slightly, panting, and run my index finger just under the hem of her t-shirt. “Can I…?” I trail off as she pushes the material up, over her head and throws it on the floor, leaving her in a lacy crop top, the hard buds of her nipples dark underneath the pattern.

I let out a moan of my own as I lower my head and eagerly sucking on one while I run my thumb over the other one, making Stevie gasp and arch her back. Feeling more confident, I move my hand, wriggling my fingers under the lace to cup her naked breast.

Stevie writhes under my touch, her gasps and soft sighs growing louder as she presses her sex up against my leg and moves her hips in a steady rhythm.

I continue to kiss her, moving from her breast up her chest, along her collarbone and up her neck, where I bite a little, sucking the sting away afterwards.

Stevie pushes at the material of my own t-shirt, and I push myself up onto my knees to pull it off, too. Her eyes gleam as she runs them over my naked torso, “You are so beautiful.”

I try not to grin at her words, biting my lip as she gently traces her finger over the bumps of my abs and down to where my studded belt sits low on my hips. She toys with the heavy buckle for a moment before working the belt loose.

I help her undo my fly and wriggle out of my jeans, leaving my boxer briefs on, not that they were doing a great deal at hiding my excitement.

I grab the top of her sweatpants and, with a small nod from her, work them down her legs. A colorful tattoo nestled just in from her left hip bone catches my attention, and I move down to look at it closer.