Pierced Hearts (Southern Charmers 1)

“I can’t believe you still have this.” She skims a fingertip along the glass.

“It’s one of my favorite things in this room.”

She raises her gaze to mine, and I know she’s remembering that day and moment. “I love it all. It’s perfect.”

“It’ll be perfect when you get done with it.”

She nods, putting the frame back, and slowly strolls around, taking in the details. “Did you make this shelf?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm,” she mutters, kicking off her heels. “And where’d you find these?” She motions to the articles and write-ups hanging.

“Annie got them to me, and I had them specially done.”

“And all these other ones?” She waves to the other frames of her with family and friends placed on various surfaces.

“Some of them I took; some of them I found.”

“Very thoughtful.” She stops, this time eying the corner bench seat. “Is this custom, too?”

“Yeah.” My answer comes out rough as she does something with her hands at her hips, and a scrap of pink tumbles down her legs. My cock springs to life, growing rock hard as I catch onto her game.

“Is it sturdy?” She props a foot on the bench, her dress riding up and exposing her inner thigh.

“Absolutely.” I tear my shirt over my head, ready to tackle.

She flashes a coy grin, wrenching her hand behind her back. The unmistakable zing of her unzipping pounds in my ears. Her dress pools at her feet, and she breaks our stare to step over it.

I toe off my shoes and socks, rip off my shorts, and zero in on the curve of her ass as she continues her strut around the room in only a bra. My dick now screams for relief, all the blood in my body racing to my cock and balls. It’s been a long time since he’s felt the soft, silky heat of being inside Darby. My visit over spring break seems like a year ago with the way my body is reacting. She turns, running her hand over the back of her sofa.

“And what about this? Last time I knew, it was in storage in Charlotte, along with several items in this room. How’d it get here?”

“I went and got it all,” I bite out, palming my dick through my boxers.

“You did all this for me?”

“I’d do anything for you.”

Her eyes roam over my body, an appreciative shine forming when they meet mine. “You know it is a sofa sleeper?”

“I’m aware. I moved it in here for a reason.”

With a flick of her finger, the front of the bra is unclasped and gone.

“Darby.” Her name comes out gruff as my cock thickens, pulsing against my hand.

She comes to me, moving my hand and replacing it with hers. “You’re a little wound up.” She grips me tighter, rubbing her chest to mine.

“I’m about half a second from fucking you.”

She leans up, nipping my lip and stroking down my shaft. “Are you finally learning the art of self-control?”

“Teasing me isn’t a good idea. Hope you’re ready,” I grind out.

“I’m ready, dripping, hot, wet, whatever you want to imagine. I want it hard, fast, and wild, but I want it all night, so I should start by taking the edge off.”

She lowers down, taking my boxers with her. Her tongue darts out, licking the crown, circling the rim, and running up and down the entire length before she sucks me in as far as she can. My hands fist through her hair, tugging and flexing as she works me with her mouth.

My eyes drop in time to see her angle her head and take me fully down her throat. A low animal growl rumbles from my chest. She hums, the vibration shooting to my balls, making them grow heavy.

Jesus, Pierce, don’t fucking pump and dump.

I tense, holding back as long as I can until she glances up at me through hooded, glowing eyes. Her lips are wrapped around me, her head moving up and down, and her jaw is tight with the right amount of pressure as she swallows my dick with each bob. Her hand snakes up my thigh slowly and then clasps around my balls, rolling them between her fingers.

Dripping, hot, wet rolls through my brain. That’s all it takes to shatter my discipline. Feral need scorches through my bloodstream, and my hands grip her scalp as I drive into her, fucking her mouth without reserve. She notices the change, scraping her nails against my sac and increasing her speed.

I’ve relied on the image of Darby sucking my dick to get me through countless nights. The years without her, I learned no one could give head in a way that could drive me insane.

This is proof. It’s not the fact that I haven’t had a release from anything other than my hand for over a month. It’s the fact that Darby knows my body, knows how to work me, worship me, and bring me to the brink of madness by working her mouth around my cock like it was made for her.