Chapter 19
Oliver
Darius stands in front of the window, his back to the glass, his gaze locked on me.
Outside, it's dark and thick clouds hang heavy in the sky, making the city look as if it’s shrouded in a hazy glow.
I hesitate where I stand. My body and soul exhausted from our last conversation.
I have no more secrets from Darius. How he got every last one out of me, I don’t know.
Even my parents never questioned my relationship with food; I was that good at hiding it.
But as he’s done since the first day, he saw and I let him in.
Because I love him.
“Come here,” he says, motioning me forward with his fingers.
I close the space between us and wait in front of him, my one hand sweeping against his.
“Close your eyes.” I give Darius one last look before letting my lids shut.
Hands ghost over my chest, and I pull a breath when he works my coat open, sliding it down my shoulders.
There’s a gentle thwack as it hits the ground and then he’s working the buttons on my shirt open.
I shiver when his lips press to my chest and he kisses up my neck, to the sensitive spot under my ear, all while he continues undressing me.
“Keep them closed. Just feel, puppy. No thinking.”
My hands are hanging at my sides, but once Darius has pushed my shirt off, I move one to his hip, needing to feel the solid presence of him as I give myself over completely. All my trust, all my weaknesses and vulnerabilities. No more armour.
The air in The Vista is warm, but his gentle caress of my body sends a wave of goosebumps over my skin.
A shiver works its way down my spine when his lips skate over my shoulder blades, his hands never leaving my body.
Darius lifts my arm and buries his face in the hair there, kissing and nipping lightly down my side before coming around to kiss over my nipple.
His fingers dance over my stomach, the muscles pulling tight with the action.
Soft air on my lips is followed by the steady press of his mouth on mine.
I part my lips and Darius pushes inside, his hands and tongue working together to take me apart piece by piece.
My heart flip-flops in my chest, my hands finding the back of his shirt and pulling it up so that I can feel the heat of his skin against my palms. Need vibrates through me when he deepens the kiss while working open the button of my jeans.
“D.” I don’t even know what I’m asking for; I just know I need him. All of him. In every way.
“Sshh. I’ve got you,” he whispers against my lips.
Then he’s working my jeans down over my hips and down my legs.
He breaks the kiss to slide down my body, helping me get my feet out of my jeans.
I’m standing in nothing but boxers and socks, my eyes closed and my pulse racing.
And all the while, he never stops touching me.
Darius’s fingers on my skin say more than any words could. His movements are full of affection. Care. Devotion. Love. My throat tightens around the fact that I’ve never experienced anything like this before. That in all my twenty-four years, no one has ever cared about me the way this man does.
There’s no pity when he looks at me. No anger when I try to push him away, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he means it when he says he wants to help me.
Not to fix me. I think he’s astute enough to know relationships, love, affection – none of it can do that.
But it does make me feel strong enough to seek the help I should have years ago.
“You still with me, baby?” he asks as his hands trail up my thighs and over the globes of my ass. He ignores the hard outline of my cock in my boxers and instead walks around me again, kissing every naked inch of my back, from my thighs to my shoulder blades to the nape of my neck.
I nod, and the urge to open my eyes is strong, but then he’s in front of me, and he’s kissing me again, and I sink deeper into this feeling of contentment. With my hands on his body again, I focus only on the feel of him, leaving the rest of the world behind.
“I love you,” Darius whispers. I think I knew it already, but the confirmation tears a sob from my chest that I silence by pressing my lips together.
“I love you, Oliver,” he repeats, this time marking his words by relaxing my lips with his own.
Opening my eyes to stare into his bright blues, I see nothing but the love he claims to have for me.
“I’d choose you in this lifetime and the next. ”
And just like that, I went from being the boy whose parents failed to put him first, to a man who sought solace in all the wrong places, to a man loved.
Chosen.
Words stick in my throat. I want to tell Darius I feel the same, that I love him and have for a long time, but there’s that tendril of fear again.
Fear that even if this isn’t the dream it feels like, it could all come crashing down.
But there’s also something stronger than fear stirring inside me, and that’s the recognition that loving him for even a day would be better than never having loved him at all.
“D, I…” He plays with the waistband of my boxers, his gaze not leaving mine.
Surging forward, I capture his lips with mine, lift him until his legs are wrapped around my waist and he’s pressed against the glass.
I kiss him with everything I have, pouring more emotion than I knew possible into every swipe of my tongue.
“I love you.” I barely break the kiss to utter those three words that are the most honest words I’ve ever uttered. “I love you so fucking much.”
Darius smiles into the kiss, his hands tangling in my hair.
Our mouths meet again, passion burning hot and fierce between us.
Using the glass behind Darius to steady him, I pull away enough to rip his shirt open; the buttons on his two hundred dollar Vivienne Westwood shirt popping off, revealing a soft cream silk camisole beneath.
“Sorry,” I say, looking down at the damaged fabric between my hands.
“Don’t care,” he mumbles, his mouth chasing mine, his body rolling forward, arms wrapping around my neck. “Do you have a condom? Lube?”
My already hard cock throbs at the question, and I kiss Darius harder, biting his lip until he hisses into my mouth. “In my wallet.”
I spin us around, looking over his shoulder at the open planned space. There’s nothing here besides a small black leather sofa against one wall and a couple of taller barstools stacked in a far corner.
“You sure you want to do this here?”
He’s rotating his hips, grinding his hard cock into my stomach. “Very sure.”
“What if someone else shows up?”
He’s breathless with need when he answers. “No one will. Just us.”
Trusting that he’s right but also not really caring if someone does walk in, I urge Darius down my body onto his feet.
I search out my jeans and remove a condom and sachet of lube from my wallet.
As I move to the sofa, I pull my boxers down then settle against the cold leather.
Darius follows, but he’s still partly dressed, and before he can climb into my lap, I lift a hand.
“Let me see you.” His shirt and camisole are already on the floor near the window, and his arousal is evident by both the outline of his erection in his skintight black jeans and his peaked nipples.
He’s close enough that I could touch him, but I don’t.
Instead, I take my cock in hand, giving languid strokes as he undoes the button on his jeans.
With his eyes on me, Darius pulls down the zip, then slowly as if to tease, he shimmies them all the way off until he’s standing in nothing but a pair of royal blue lace panties.
“Fuck.” My hand on my cock falters. “Turn around.” Darius does as I ask, and my cock grows impossibly harder at the sight in front of me.
He’s not in panties. He’s wearing a fucking thong, and I don’t think I have ever been more turned on.
When he puts his hands on the thin fabric to pull it down, I reach out and haul him towards me so that his back is to my chest, his ass on my lap.
“Leave them on.” My voice comes out a growl and his body shudders in my hold.
“Next time I’ve got you in a bed,” I groan, running my hands up his chest. “I’m going to take my time tasting every single inch of you.
” Darius tips his head to the side, the smooth expanse of his neck on full display, and I waste no time in leaving a mark right above where the collar of his shirt would sit for all the world to see.
Moaning, he presses his ass harder into my lap, and I leave him to grind against me while I snake a hand into the front of his underwear, taking his cock in my hand.
He’s hard and slick with pre-cum, and I use it to ease the glide as I work him over hard and fast. Darius meets my movements, his hips rotating, his hand digging into my thigh as he chases his release.
“Ollie, I’m gonna…” he whimpers, his head thrown back on my shoulder.
“I know, baby.” Despite recognising he’s straddling the edge, I don’t stop. “You think you can come more than once tonight?”
He’s nodding, his hair brushing my cheek as he seeks my mouth.
The kiss is sloppy and uncoordinated, and when I add a twist, his body tenses and he lets out a guttural groan, which is loud in the empty space.
I work him through his orgasm, capturing his release in my hand.
Darius is lax in my lap, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Good. Very, very good.”
“Ready for more?”
He tips his head back, dark eyes meeting mine. There’s a bead of sweat trailing down his temple, and I stick out my tongue and lick it away. “Yes.”
“Turn around. I want to look at you when I slide inside you for the first time.”
Darius stands, wobbling as he does, then turns around and straddles me. He eyes the cum still in my palm.
With my lips at his ear, I whisper, “I want to fuck you with your cum.”
“Jesus, Ollie,” he groans, rolling his head on my shoulder.
Bringing my free hand to his ass, I draw the thong to the side, part his cheeks and dribble his release down his crack, massaging it around his hole.
Darius whimpers, his cock already growing hard between us again. When I slip a finger inside him, eased by the cum coating his skin, he mewls and thrusts backwards.
“Kiss me, baby,” I command, and he does, alternating between using his tongue and pulling back until we’re merely breathing into each other.
I add a second finger, and then a third, by which point my cock is so hard and my body so wound tight that I fear I won’t last long once I’m settled inside his hot channel. “Give me your hand.”
Darius brings a hand between us, and I move it to his crease, then remove my hand.
“Finger yourself.” His mouth is parted, his lips glistening, and his cheeks bright red.
“Fuck, you’re stunning.” Darius pushes his fingers inside himself and then he’s fucking back onto them, his movements rough and uncoordinated.
In this position, there’s enough gap between us that I can reach my aching cock.
The condom and lube are on the sofa next to us.
I pick up the condom and rip the foil packet open.
“Can we leave it?” My eyes shoot to his. He’s stopped touching himself, his hand stroking over his cock, poking out of the top of the lacy fabric. “I mean. Would you…fuck me bare?”
I swallow thickly. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom. I’ve never wanted to.
Until now.
“I’m negative. I had myself tested last week. But it’s okay if you don’t want –” I interrupt him with a kiss.
“I want. I really, really want. And I’m negative too. I was tested shortly after we met, and I wasn’t lying when I said there’s been no one else for me.”
“Okay. So no condom.” He leans down and nips my bottom lip.
“Now fuck me.”I throw the condom aside, open the lube and slather it over my hard length.
Darius lifts onto his knees, holds the base of my cock and guides it to his hole.
He pauses when the head breaches him and I grip his hips, letting him take control.
Slowly, he works himself lower, and I’m sweating by the time he’s fully settled on my lap.
Darius holds onto my shoulders, lifts his hips, and then slams down again.
His momentum builds as he rides me harder and faster.
Pleasure builds in my groin and the urge to fuck up into him itches at my skin.
He must sense it because he moans, “Fuck me, Ollie,” before he’s breathing heavily against my shoulder.
His skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and I run my hands over his back before taking his hips in hand and pounding up into him.
Darius is groaning, profanities falling from his lips.
“More, more,” he cries out.
With my hands under his ass, I shuffle us off the sofa, laying him down so that his back is on the floor.
I lift his legs and hang them over my shoulders, and as much as I want to watch my cock slide into his body, I can’t hold back from the need crashing into me as I thrust into Darius with a force that moves us both along the floor.
Darius wraps his hand around his cock and strokes furiously, meeting the frantic rhythm with which I fuck him, until his body is tightening around my cock and he’s coming again.
My body shudders, and I collapse on top of him, swallowing his cries as my release rushes forward.
I come deep inside him, the knowledge that there’s no barrier between us shooting the pleasure higher.
“I love you,” I mumble into his mouth.
He releases a heavy breath, his eyes closing, a smile toying at his lips.
“Fuck. I think you melted my bones. I can’t move.”
With a matching grin, I pull out of him, taking a moment to watch my cum leak out of his hole, before sliding to his side and pulling him against me. I kiss his sweaty temple while I use a finger to gently press my cum back inside his body.
“I love you too, Ollie. In this lifetime and the next.”
“I like that.”
“Hmm…” Darius hums under his breath. “Can we go home now?” Looking down at him, I see that he’s wrinkling his nose, but there’s also a sated grin on his face. “We need to shower. People walk their dirty shoes on this floor.”
I laugh, roll him onto his back and cover his body with mine.
In this lifetime and the next.