Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star (41 page)

Darcy was moving around the kitchen and served Elizabeth a glass of juice. “Drink that, slowly.”

Elizabeth didn’t want to drink anything, but she was so shaky she took a sip. Darcy came back around to her and lightly rubbed her back as he sat beside her. “Don’t blame yourself, Elizabeth. George is a master of deception. I know. I’ve been the victim of it more times than I can count.”

“I shouldn’t have been so gullible,” Elizabeth chastised herself. She looked at Darcy and remembered how she had come here to defend Wickham, and a fresh horror dawned on her. “Oh my God! You must hate me!”

Darcy shook his head, his eyes on hers. “I could never hate you, Lizzy, never. You have every right to be angry with me. I should’ve told you right away about Wickham.”

“No,” Elizabeth said, putting her hand on his arm, “I understand why you couldn’t.” She felt tears forming in her eyes. “No one else knows?”

Darcy shook his head. “Only Richard, my attorney, and Georgie’s counselor.”

“So what happened?”

Darcy shrugged as he took her now empty glass and walked around the bar to the kitchen. “I threw George off the tour and told him never to come near us again. He knew I wouldn’t press charges. Not for his sake, but for Georgie’s.”

Elizabeth nodded. She cringed as she realized that without meaning to, her eyes had fixed themselves on the vision of his tight ass encased in his leather pants, an image that seemed totally out of place in this setting.

“He disappeared and I had to deal with Georgiana,” he said as he returned to his seat beside her.

“Did she blame you?”

“Yes,” his soft voice expressing his long-held grief. “It was only after George didn’t come back and didn’t even try to contact her for six months that she was willing to accept the fact that he had victimized her.” Darcy looked at her, and again Elizabeth saw that bitter, self-mocking grin. “Then she hated both of us,” he said with bitter humor.

“I can’t imagine,” Elizabeth said as she took his hand in her own and squeezed it. “That must have been so hard.”

“It was,” he said, his voice very soft. “I failed her. Georgie was my responsibility. I was the only one she had to care for her, to protect her”—he laughed, a harsh angry bark—“and I took her on tour with a fucking pedophile!” He stopped, overcome by guilt, his fist clenching. Turning to Elizabeth, he continued, his voice deep with irony and hurt. “So you can see how I can’t really blame you for trusting George.”

Elizabeth touched his cheek, gently. He was suffering so deeply, the hurt raw on his face. She didn’t know what she was doing, but her instincts told her to help him, to heal him. She pulled his face closer and kissed him gently on the lips. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice thick with feeling. She kissed him again, and suddenly his arms flung around her, like a drowning man grabbing a life preserver.

He kissed her, hard, before he opened his mouth, to find hers eagerly waiting for him. He plundered her mouth, tasting her sweetness and moaning her name as he gasped for breath, “Lizzy, Lizzy…”

She whispered one thing only in reply: “Don’t stop.”

Her words unleashed a torrent of desire in him. His hands explored her, sliding under her shirt and stroking the smooth skin of her back until with a cry of frustration she grabbed his hand and placed it on her breast.

Darcy stared at her, his eyes searching hers as their chests rose and fell, then she squeezed his hand and sighed with pleasure. Darcy didn’t need anything more. In a moment, her shirt and bra were reduced to tattered rags on the floor. He squeezed her full, round breasts, kissing her as her head tipped back from the pleasure. Soft cries rose from her throat as he bent down to suck a rosy-tipped nipple into his mouth.

Her hands moved desperately, one clasping his head to her, the other reaching down the back of his shirt to pull him closer. His suckling started gently, but soon became harder as her cries grew more frantic. Her nipple grew hard and swollen in his mouth and he was sure he had never tasted anything so luscious.

His feast was interrupted as she pulled his head away and looked at him with an expression of need. His shirt was quickly removed while she disposed of her shorts and panties. As he opened his pants, she stared at him, hard and sweating. Brazenly she put her hand on his, stopping him. “Don’t,” she commanded. “Leave them on.”

Darcy’s eyes widened with understanding. He opened his fly as wide as possible and Elizabeth was mesmerized with the sight of his large erection rising out from his tight leather sheath, his tight dark curls peeking out from his base. Breathing heavily, she sat back on the stool and spread her legs wide open for him.

Darcy grew harder at the searing vision of Elizabeth, aroused and naked, exposing herself to him. He took her into his arms, his one hand at the flat of her back, pressing her close to him, the other touching her sex. He kissed her again, his tongue demonstrating exactly what his cock would be doing. Positioning himself, he moved both hands to cup her ass and entered her with a series of long, hard strokes.

A strangled cry escaped Elizabeth’s mouth as she kissed him again, her hands grasping his shoulders and her legs wrapping around his leather-clad hips. Their tongues dueled while he thrust into her, again and again until finally he penetrated her fully.

He paused for a moment, and Elizabeth relished in the feeling of him deep inside of her, until he rasped, “Hang on!” and fucked her with a fury she had not believed possible. Over and over, he banged into her, and Elizabeth welcomed every impact. She cried out as she felt him thickening and growing larger inside of her. The sweet pressure was building up in her, making her beg desperately for him to never stop. She tightened her legs around his leather-clad ass, locking him close as she exploded on him.

He gripped her ass tightly, hammering his last blows into her as he reached his peak and his seed burst out.

Panting, he gathered her close to him and sat down with her still mounted on him. “I’m sorry, Lizzy,” he whispered as he kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want it to be rough with you.”

Elizabeth giggled as she struggled for breath and lifted a glowing face to him, her lips finding his. “Now who’s being stupid?” she teased as she kissed him again. “What makes you think I wanted it any other way?”

He smiled rakishly back at her. “Naughty girl.” He kissed her deeply and Elizabeth gasped as she felt him hardening inside of her. His eyes sought her approval, given as she clenched him tightly inside of her.

Grasping her thighs, he rose and managed only a few steps before he stopped and pressed her against the wall. “I don’t think we’re going to make it to the bed,” he gasped.

“You have a bed?” she asked, the humor lost on them both as Darcy plunged himself into her slick wet opening at a fervent pace and Elizabeth’s head fell back, her hands reaching up to cup her breasts. Darcy’s eyes locked on the image of her fingers pinching her nipples and he slowly pulled himself out and slid down the wall with her to the floor.

Elizabeth looked at him questioningly as he gently laid her back on the thick hand-woven rug. Kneeling down beside her, he reached out to touch her chest, still heaving deeply with each breath. Slowly he traced his fingertips down her body, dipping into her navel and following the gentle curve of her belly, before he finally reached the soft dark fur crowning her sex.

Elizabeth watched his expression of wonder mixed with a powerful lust. His touch stirred her and left her needing more. She arched her hips up, allowing his fingers to drop just a little lower, into the place she craved.

“Oh God!” she sighed as his rough calluses finally touched her. He dipped his finger into her well, using his own come as a lubricant as he returned to her center.

Her hands were back at her breasts, and he found he needed to taste them again. He leaned forward, pivoting on his knees, and captured one in his mouth. A low moan of satisfaction arose from Elizabeth as the pleasure of his tongue and his touch combined in her.

Elizabeth’s free hand reached out and found his long thigh at her side. It was still encased in the smooth leather, which did nothing to hide his hard muscles from her touch. She closed her eyes and let her hand explore his lower body, sliding out his leg and over the tight curves of his ass, squeezing it as she arched higher, her body seeking the release she needed. With a sudden cry, he tipped her over the edge and she came violently, her head involuntarily rocking against the floor with each wave of pleasure.

Then she stopped, her body curling into a tight ball as the waves of pleasure ebbed away. He collected her into his arms, his lips placing tender kisses on her face as she slowly returned to herself. Gradually her body relaxed and her legs stretched out again to feel the curious sensation of his leather-clad ones intertwining with hers.

He slowly laid her back and positioned himself above her. Taking his large cock in his hand, he lightly teased her center with its head until she sighed and parted her lips to him in supplication.

Their mutual wetness made it easy for him to slide into her. He marveled distantly at the difference from the last time, until she lifted her hips to him and drew her nails down his back, and then he didn’t notice anything. She grabbed at him wildly as her legs wrapped around his waist and attempted to bring him deeper. Forcefully he rode her, unable to stop until he achieved the release he sought in her. Elizabeth’s voice was in his ears but he could not understand what she said. Then he felt her body tightening, pulling on him, and he knew he was there. He held on tightly, as her screams were soon joined by his moans when he came inside her once again.

“Are you okay?” he asked when he could speak again.

Lizzy could only nod. Leaning on each other, they got up and made their way down the hall to the master bedroom. Darcy’s bed was still unmade from his nap, and with Elizabeth’s permission, he finally removed his pants and crawled in beside her.

Elizabeth rested her head on his chest, listening to the soothing sound of his heartbeat. One of his hands stroked her back while the other covered her hand as it rested on his chest.

They rested together silently for what felt like a long time, each of them reflecting silently, Darcy kissing the top of her head, Elizabeth kissing his chest. Darcy heard her giggle and looked down to see her fingers lightly fanning over his chest. “What are you doing?” he asked, his voice relaxed and amused.

Elizabeth looked up at him, her eyes dancing with mirth. “I’m playing your lyre,” she replied with a wicked grin.

He lifted his eyebrows. “Are you now?”

“Hmm mmm,” she replied, her fingers dancing lightly over the tiny ink strings on his chest. “I love this,” she told him with artless honesty.

Darcy felt his heart swelling as a sweet sensation of rightness overcame him. Never in all his fantasies could he have imagined it would be like this, that making love to Elizabeth would be so intense, or that she would touch him so deeply. She pressed her face to his tattoo and tenderly kissed the spot directly over his heart. Darcy could feel his flesh and his very soul being branded by her lips. He squeezed her tightly and said, “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” she replied. “That was…” She smiled, not having words to express her experience. “I’ve never had it like that before.”

“Neither have I,” he told her sincerely as his fingers lightly brushed her hair from her face. “But I knew it would be special for us.”

Elizabeth nodded as she found herself in agreement with him. “Me too,” she giggled and rolled onto her back. “Oh!”

“What?” he asked as he followed her roll, to end up lying half on top of her.

“I think I’m going to have a problem when I go. My clothes,” she grinned, “got kind of damaged.”

“Oh, that’s no problem,” he smiled, his hand stroking the muscles of her arm with featherlight touches.

“No?” Elizabeth asked as she yielded to temptation and nibbled on his yummy dimple.

“Who said anything about you leaving?” he intoned with mock seriousness and wigging eyebrows.

Elizabeth laughed, drunk from the pleasure she had received and the closeness of him now. With a contented sigh, she rubbed her nose against his neck and let her head fill with his delicious scent.

“Seriously, Elizabeth,” he said in a subdued tone. “I would like it if you stayed tonight,” he told her, his expression curiously vulnerable.

Elizabeth reached up and rubbed the frown from between his eyebrows. She remembered the pain he had shared with her earlier and she felt her heart go out to him. “I’m not going anywhere,” she told him softly.

She could see the relief on his face as he bent down to kiss her. She found it a delightful sensation. “Why didn’t we do this before?” he asked, once again playful.

Elizabeth yawned. “I don’t know.”

He turned Elizabeth on her side and spooned snugly beside her. “Neither do I, but I don’t think it matters now, does it?” he asked sleepily.

Elizabeth grinned and shook her head. She tried to go to sleep but something bothered her. “The lights are still on in the hall.”

“So?”

Chuckling, she rose and shut them off, gathering their clothing in the process. She realized that he lived alone and this was probably unnecessary, but old habits died hard. Quickly she hurried back to the bedroom and his bed.