Alone Time With My Crush! — Two

Lila's POV

I stepped out of the bathroom wearing only Darcy’s oversized shirt. It hung loose on my body, the hem brushing my thighs, and it carried his scent. So damn masculine it made my stomach flutter. I needed something comfortable to sleep in and this felt intimate. Like I was already his.

“All good,” he said, giving me a thumbs up though his eyes lingered a second longer than necessary.

I smiled and walked into his small kitchen. “Your place is actually really nice,” I told him, looking around.

“Thanks.”

I pulled up a stool across from the countertop where he was finishing up some quick food.

“How are you feeling, really?” I asked softly. “It doesn’t even seem like you just broke up with her. Thanks to you being here with me tonight, I guess.”

He gave me a small, genuine smile. “Yeah, weirdly it doesn’t. Thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome.”

He chuckled.

I caught myself and laughed too, “Okay, no more ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re welcome.’ It sounds too polite like there’s still some kind of wall between us. Let’s drop that shit tonight.”

He nodded in agreement.

I stood up to help him clean the plates he had used while cooking. As I washed them, soapy water splashed up, soaking the front of the shirt. A huge wet patch spread right across my chest.

The thin fabric clung to my skin, turning nearly transparent. My hard nipples were clearly visible, pressing against the material.

I felt his stare. His eyes dropped straight to my tits, darkening with heat before he forced them back up to my face.

“You’ve gotten yourself wet. Want to change into something dry?” he said, his voice a little husky.

I shook my head slowly. “No… it’s fine.”

I stepped closer until my soaked chest brushed against his arm. The contact sent a spark through me.

I looked him dead in the eyes. “Did you mean what you said earlier in the game? About fucking me?”

His jaw tightened. He exhaled slowly, his eyes flicking down to my chest again before returning to mine. “Lila…”

“I’m serious,” I whispered, stepping even closer. “Because I have been thinking about it all night. I really like you, Darcy. And I know you've noticed.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly fighting himself. “I just had a break up. Yeah, I've noticed you but this is hard.”

“Good.” I smiled, reaching up to gently touch his chest. “I don’t want it to be easy. I want you to stop overthinking and just take what you want.” my hand slid lower, resting on his stomach. “Let me make you feel good tonight. Let me help you forget her.”

His breathing grew heavier. I rose onto my toes and kissed him softly, testing. When I pulled back, our faces were still inches apart.

“I’m right here. No strings. No guilt. Just us. Just this.” I murmured against his lips.

I reached down and slowly unbuttoned a few more buttons on the shirt. The front fell open, giving him a full teasing view of my breasts.

That did it.

“Fuck it,” he muttered.

In one swift motion, he turned off the stove, grabbed me by the waist, and lifted me onto the countertop like I weighed nothing.

His mouth crashed into mine in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me and I moaned into him, kissing him back just as desperately.

His hands pushed the shirt wider open, fully exposing my tits while the rest of the fabric still hung on my shoulders. He leaned down and latched onto one nipple, sucking hard.

The wet heat of his mouth made me gasp. He sucked and licked, alternating between my nipples, biting gently, then soothing with his tongue. I arched my back, pushing my chest into his face, my hands gripping his hair as waves of pleasure ran through me.

I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. While he was busy devouring my tits, I shoved the ingredients and plates aside, spread my legs wide right there on the counter, and pulled the shirt up around my waist. My bare, dripping pussy was completely open for him.

He groaned when he saw it. He dropped lower, kissing down my stomach until his face was between my thighs. He buried his tongue inside me, thrusting it deep, fucking me with it while his nose rubbed against my swollen clit.

I moaned loudly, one hand in his hair, the other gripping the edge of the counter. His tongue moved in and out, licking every inch of my wet folds, tasting me like he was starving.

“Fuck, Darcy…” I breathed, grinding against his mouth.

He pulled back just enough to slide two thick fingers into my soaked pussy. He pumped them in and out, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me while his tongue flicked fast over my clit.

The pressure built fast and intense. I came hard, my thighs shaking around his head, crying out his name as my pussy clenched around his fingers and my juices coated his chin.

He kept fingering me through every pulse, drawing it out until I was panting and trembling on the counter.

Finally he pulled back, his eyes, lips shiny with my cum. He looked at the shirt open, my legs spread. And he met my eyes.

“You ready for me, Lila?”

I bit my lip, still catching my breath, my body aching for more. “I can’t wait to have your cock inside me.”