Latte Darling: Book Two of The Darling Series
Latte Darling: Chapter 9

The bed creaks under my weight, as Maddie silently watches me adjust my big body until I’m on my side mirroring her position.

I’ve basically been half-erect since I saw her sitting at that table alone in the bar. And I’m aware that I was tenting my boxers for the three steps it took between ditching my pants and getting under the covers.

There’s no way she missed it, but she didn’t point it out.

Face to face, we lie with only a few inches between us.

I want to touch her. Well, I want to do more than touch her, but I’d settle for just holding her against me.

She did say that she just wanted to rest, so maybe she’d be okay with it.

I’ve nearly built up enough courage to pull her closer, when she breaks the quiet of the room.

“You’re not married, right?”

My eyebrows raise as I give my head a little shake, “Not married.”

Her eyes search mine, “Promise?”

This girl…

“I promise,” my hand closes the distance between us, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

“Okay,” she sighs, completely trusting my word, and inflicting another crack in the wall around my heart.

“No girlfriend. No fuck buddy.” She didn’t ask for more, but I need her to know that there’s no one else on my mind. No other bed I’d rather be in.

“That’s good,” Maddie’s chin dips in an effort to hide her face from me.

Not liking that, I rub the backs of my fingers over her cheeks. “No husband?”

As I’d hoped, Maddie smiles at my question. “No. No husband.”

“That’s good.”

Maddie brings one of her small hands up and tentatively flattens her palm against my chest. The heat of her touch scorching even through the cotton. “I like your tattoos.”

“Thank you,” I croak out the words, kicking myself for not taking off my shirt. If she likes my arm tats, she’d probably love the rest of them. But there’s too few layers between us already and I can’t have sex with this woman.

I can’t.

Maddie shuffles closer.

I can’t.

“I like this.” Maddie punctuates her word by flexing her hands, her fingertips applying just the right amount of pressure against my muscles.

I fight down the ridiculous urge to flex.

It’s not clear if she’s referring to being in bed together, or touching me, or something else entirely. But it doesn’t matter. Whatever it is, I absolutely like it too. So I tell her, “I like it, too.”

Her hand flattens again, fingers spreading as wide as they can go, her palm pressing into me a little bit harder. “You’re so big.”

My cock swells.

“Fuck,” I groan.

My eyes close on their own but I can hear the hitch in her breath.

“I think I’d like that,” she whispers.

My lungs stutter.

I fucking can’t.

Keeping the pressure, her hand burns a line down the center of my chest.

Her palm reaches the middle of my stomach before I force my eyes back open.

I really fucking can’t.

My hand closes over hers, halting her progress. “We can’t, Baby Doll.”

“Even if I want to?”

I squeeze her fingers, “Even then.”

Her hand tries to pull away, but I keep it trapped under mine, not ready to lose her touch.

She chews on her bottom lip for a moment, wide, unsure eyes staring at me. “Is it because I’m not your type?”

Anger rumbles in my chest that she’d even think that, and I’m tempted to push her hand lower so she could see just how much of my type she is.

Keeping her hand where it is, I slide my other hand – palm up –between us until it’s cradling her neck. My thumb strokes the front of her neck, stopping over her pulse point. “You couldn’t be more my type if you fucking tried.” My thumb presses into her flesh and her lips part, “Don’t ever doubt yourself like that again.”

“But-”

I cut her off, “But nothing, Sweet Girl. If you were sober…” I let up on the pressure but keep my thumb where it is.

“If I were sober?”

My eyes trail down, over her lips, down over the rapidly beating pulse in her neck- down the expanse of bare skin, lower to the thin, thin material straining against her pebbled nipples.

“It’d be different,” I finally get out.

If I start to tell her all the things I want to do to her soft, welcoming body there’s no way I won’t act them out.

“Can we kiss again?” I start to shake my head, but she keeps going. “We kissed before, so I don’t see why we couldn’t do it again now. I mean, if anything I’m more sober now than I was then.”

I drag my gaze back up to meet hers.

The angel on my shoulder shrugs, telling me she has a point.

The hand I have under the side of her neck flexes and I pull her closer. “Just a kiss.”

We both surge forward, our lips meeting in an almost violent collision.

Maddie whimpers and I start to pull back, but her whiney little “no” pulls me back in.

She tastes like mint toothpaste and sweetness and heat. Her tongue greeting mine the moment our lips part.

Her mouth is so soft – a wicked combination of fragile and demanding.

She moves closer and I tilt my head.

Needing to know how it feels, I release my grip on her hand and twine my fingers into her loose hair. The silky locks sliding against my palm.

With her hand free, Maddie grips my side and pulls herself closer yet.

I roll, so I’m half on my back, and Maddie’s body follows mine. Her soft curves pressing into my firm lines.

She was right when she said I was big. In everyday life, I’m big. But compared to her, I’m huge. I almost feel like a giant with her small body nearly draped over mine.

My ribcage alone is probably big enough to encase her. I could have a Maddie-sized heart and it’d fit just fine.

Lost in the moment, I don’t notice where Maddie’s hands are, until I feel fingers grip my cock.

My body stills, the fabric of my boxers is all that separates her hand from my rigid length. But even without the barrier, I doubt her fingers could reach around my girth.

My cock isn’t uncomfortably long, but I’ve learned that preparation is sometimes necessary for my thickness.

“Holy shit!” Maddie gasps as her grip tries to tighten.

I wait one second before I react, one second to soak in the feeling of her warm hand right where I want to feel her most. Then I move.

Gripping her wrists, I flip our positions, pinning Maddie on her back, hands secured over her head.

“Naughty Girl.”

A low sound crawls out of her throat, as she wiggles against my grip. “Axel.”

My dick is harder than it’s ever been, but I’m still in control. I’m in charge of this situation.

Until I feel Maddie’s hips roll beneath me.

“Please,” her cry is accompanied by another roll and I realize my mistake. My fatal fucking mistake.

In the process of rolling us over, Maddie managed to get her thighs open, framing my hips.

She arches again, the warm fabric over her pussy just grazing against the underside of my cock.

Irresistible.

Literally irresistible.

I drop my hips.

I won’t fuck her. But I never promised myself I wouldn’t torture us both a little.

The contact is enough to make me groan. “Did you spread your legs for me, Baby Doll?”

Maddie nods- back arched and pressing her lower half up against me.

“I need it, Axel.” Her hips roll again. “Please.”

Keeping my grip on her hands, I lower until our lips are just an inch apart. “Please what?”

“Please, Daddy.”

My brain screeches to a halt.

Daddy?

Then my mind rockets right past reason.

With my eyes locked on hers, I thrust my hips. My cock rubbing against her cotton-covered pussy.

“Fuck.” I bite out the word.

Why was that so hot?

Why was her calling me Daddy so fucking hot?!

Maddie gasps, and I’m not sure if she’s as shocked as I am over what she said, or if she’s completely lost to lust.

Her tits brush against my chest and I lower myself even more, needing the contact.

I won’t touch her. Not with my hands. But I need to feel her.

Maddie is thrashing below me. Rolling her hips in sync with mine.

We need to stop.

“Fuck.” I growl the word this time.

I need to stop.

If we keep this up, I’m going to pull those tiny shorts to the side and bury my cock in her wet warmth.

Instead, I tighten my grip on her wrists. Keeping her in place. And keeping my willpower in check.

“Oh- God- Axel-” her breathing is getting choppier.

I press my hips down and hold still.

The increased pressure between us, means I can feel the heat of her pussy radiating against my dick.

Hold still, Axel.

Hold fucking still.

But Maddie doesn’t. Her hips continue to rock, grinding her clit against my steely length.

I’m so far lost to the moment that I don’t even know if what we’re doing is wrong, but I can’t pull away.

Not yet.

Not when- fuck – not when she’s so close.

“I’m gonna… Oh god, I’m gonna…” Maddie squeezes her eyes shut, throws her head back, and cries out.

Her body writhes beneath mine as she comes, testing me in more ways than I thought possible.

She’s stunning. Total perfection. And I can’t resist rolling my own hips to draw her orgasm out.

The only way to describe the look on her face is pure bliss. And she might’ve done most of the work herself, but I was here. And I’ll never forget the sight below me for as long as I live.

When she finally stills, I let go of her hands and lower my weight onto my elbows. But I don’t move off her. Not yet.

My cock is still rock hard. My balls are throbbing, begging for release. And all I can do is lower my forehead to that spot between her shoulder and neck.

I feel one of her hands softly stroke up and down my back before slowly falling away.

Moments – maybe minutes – pass and the thundering of my heartbeat hasn’t slowed. I don’t know how I’m going to sleep when I’m still this aroused. I feel like I might never sleep again.

Maddie’s head lolls away from mine.

Careful not to crush her more than I already am, I push up and replace her… asleep.

Her lips are slightly parted, her eyes softly closed, and her breathing even. If it wasn’t for the light sheen of sweat on her skin, you’d never know what just happened.

Moving slowly, I climb off her and lay on my back next to her, my dick pointing straight to the ceiling.

I’ve heard the term laugh or cry but I don’t think I’ve ever understood it more than I do right now.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

My fingers twitch to grip my length and bring myself the relief I need.

I turn my head to look at the sleeping woman next to me.

I can’t jerk off lying next to her.

But…

You’re an idiot.

Slowly, so I don’t shake the mattress I climb out of bed.

A pig.

I internally berate myself the whole way to the bathroom.

This is wrong. Bad. Probably gross.

But I’m not ready to leave and I can’t lay next to her like this. Not for one more second.

Shutting the bathroom door, the glow of the nightlight is just bright enough to see what I’m doing without being so bright that I have to look at myself in the mirror. Because the last thing I want to do is look at myself.

I palm my cock through my boxers. The material is damp, making me groan.

My little Maddie soaked through those skimpy shorts and now her slickness is coating my palm. And I’m done questioning my actions for the night.

I can’t hold back anymore. Maddie’s torn apart every boundary I’ve attempted to put between us and I’m done fighting it.

Closing my eyes, I let myself fall back into the vivid memory of moments ago.

Her moans.

I push my boxers down.

The heat of her pussy.

I grip my dick.

The way her rhythm fit mine.

I stroke.

Her hands trapped under mine.

I stroke faster.

The feel of her unrestrained tits.

I tighten my grip.

The way she called me Daddy.

I grit my teeth, hunch over, and come into my hand.