But I was very wrong.
The car dropped us off in front of a house with a manicured lawn and an expensive car sitting in the driveway. My stomach sank a little.
“Is this your parents’ house?” I asked.
He looked at me with a strange expression and scoffed.
“No,” he said. “It’s mine.”
This was far from what I expected. Darren clearly had money, or his family did. Not that it mattered or made any difference. As he unlocked the door, I pulled out my phone to text Kira. My twin sister and I were as close as everyone expected twins to be, and we always made sure to give each other a heads-up when we weren’t going to be in at our usual time or would be going out with someone new. When the message was sent, I tucked my phone away and headed inside to finish seducing Darren.
We walked inside, and I decided not to beat around the bush. Time was slipping away, and I wanted as much of him as I could get. He guided me through the house, and when we got to his bedroom, I walked right inside and headed for his bed. I didn’t want any ambiguity about what was on my mind.
I sat on the edge of his bed, beckoning him toward me with one finger. An eager grin spread across his face as he walked toward me, undoing his belt and tossing it away. Our mouths crushed into a deep kiss, and I leaned back onto the bed, unbuttoning his shirt quickly as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths. He hovered over me, and I opened my legs to let him rub against my core. He took the invitation. His cock was hard and thick and pressed against me through our layers of clothes. Clothes that would soon be thrown around the room.
His hands ran up my legs as I wrapped them around his hips, and he squeezed my ass playfully hard. I squealed and it seemed to egg him on, his fingers sliding under my lacy panties to get at the skin underneath. He massaged my bottom while we kissed, and he began to grind into me, letting the warmth and the wetness of my pussy soak through the panties and leave traces on the fabric over his zipper.
I finally worked the shirt open, and he stood up, yanking it off his arms and away. His muscular chest rose and fell fast as his excitement was palpable. I felt it, too, and when he reached forward to undo the buttons on the front of my dress, I felt light-headed and weak. I wanted to feel his touch, his fingers on my bare skin.
When he had barely gotten the buttons past my chest, I wiggled my arms out and he dove his face between my breasts. I arched back as his cock pushed hard into my center, and his five o’clock shadow rubbed against the sensitive skin of my heaving chest. I reached behind me and undid the clasp of my bra, and he grabbed the fabric with one hand and pulled it away. My large, heavy breasts spilled out, and he looked mesmerized by them momentarily.
Gently but firmly, he reached both hands down and filled them, my nipples deep in his palm. Lowering himself down again, he let his tongue trail from the center to one nipple, swirling and then suckling it until it was perky and pointed. Then he trailed his tongue the other way, repeating the motion. My breath hitched at the deliberate and measured pace he took, as if he wanted that moment to last longer and was in no hurry to be done with me. It made me feel desired, and special the way he wanted to take his time, as if I was a goddess he was paying tribute to.
Slowly, he made his way back to the center of my chest and then trailed his kisses down. He pulled at my dress as he moved, and soon it was past my hips and he pulled it down until it hit the floor. All that was left on my body were the wet, lacy panties, and my body broke out in goose bumps in anticipation. Grabbing the thin fabric in his teeth, he pulled them down and away, and then off and into the abyss of the darkened room. I lay bare in front of him, breathing heavily as he stood up and admired me, his head on one side and his fingers tracing from my chest down to my core.
As his hand slid, the other opened the clasp on his pants and he let them drop away. Then it slid into the waistband of his boxers, and I bit my lip as he pushed them down. A huge, thick erection sprung out as his boxers hit the ground, and I found my mouth watering at the sight of it. The hand that touched me reached my pussy, and the pad of his thumb ran through the sensitive folds. I cried out but didn’t move, didn’t close my eyes. His eyes were locked on my body, and I wanted to return the gaze. His free hand was now clasped over the base of his cock, and he stroked himself as he touched me.
I shivered as one finger slid inside me, and the pad of his thumb rubbed my clit in circles. Moans whispered through my lips, and I knew I was nearly on the brink of an orgasm already. I wanted him inside me, to fill me with his throbbing cock so I could let him feel the full measure of my ecstasy at his touch. Our minds must have been on the same wavelength, as he positioned himself at my opening, still stroking his staff,
