Chapter 38 #2
“You’ve got me, angel.” With a hand on his chest, I nudge Darius onto his back.
Nibbling his collarbone, I leave marks on his pale skin.
He hisses when I bite a little too hard, and I kiss the sting away before moving down.
I go slowly, kissing, sucking and licking every inch of skin in front of me.
I suck his nipples until they’re hard and he’s writhing and begging beneath me.
Then I lick his tattoo and kiss each yellow and purple bruise, mottling his skin.
When I reach his navel, I dip my tongue inside before moving lower to the waistband of his jeans.
Without taking my lips off his body, I work open his fly, pull down the zip and work the fabric off his legs.
He’s wearing a pair of tiny black shorts, a silver bow in the centre.
His cock is hard, pressing to the fabric, his tip peeking out of the top.
“Fuck,” I blow out a breath as a drop of liquid pools at the tip. Tanginess bursts on my tongue as I lick it away. Darius whimpers, the sweetest noises falling from his lips. With my hands on his thighs, I part his legs, then suck him through the fabric of his shorts.
“Ollie,” he mewls, his hips moving of their own volition.
“I’ve got you, babygirl.”
Pulling down his jeans, I watch as his cock springs free, kicking up to rest against his stomach.
A prominent vein runs along the underside of it to the glans, and I trace it with my tongue, then suck his head into my mouth.
Darius lifts his legs, putting his feet flat on the bed.
Thrusting his hips, he pushes more of his cock into my mouth.
I smile around his shaft, loving the way my man takes what he needs.
My lips slide down the velvety length, all the way to the base, causing my eyes to water.
Blinking away the tears, I bob my head up and down, keeping a steady rhythm.
Beneath my palms, his thighs quiver, tensing the louder he gets.
And then I stop, pulling back to let his cock fall from my mouth.
He gasps, cursing me under his breath. “Bloody hell. Fuck. Why’d you stop?”
“Not yet,” I say, standing to remove my clothing. Darius pushes onto his elbows to watch me and I make a show of stroking my length before walking around the bed and opening the side drawer to retrieve a tube of lube. “We have all night.”
By the time the sun comes up, bathing my room in a golden glow, Darius and I are both covered in sweat and cum.
I took him apart for hours, before his commanding side came out and I was treated to the bossy version of my boyfriend.
The one who tied my hands together with my belt and fucked me as hard as our injuries would allow.
It was perfect. Better than perfect. My body aches, but for the first time in three days, it’s for the best reason.
“I need coffee,” Darius mumbles from where he’s plastered to my side, his face buried in the curve of my neck. “And a shower.”
Kissing the top of his head, I lift the duvet then slide out of the bed.
“I’ll make it,” I offer, but he’s quick to climb out after me, rubbing at his sleepy eyes.
He stands, completely naked, at the side of my bed, and I forget I was going to the kitchen for a moment as I roam my eyes over his beautiful body. Drinking in every inch of him.
“This is how I want to wake up, every day,” I say, when he catches me staring at him. “I don’t know how productive my mornings will be, but who cares?”
Darius chuckles, stepping towards me to wrap his arms around my waist.
“We’re going to need to live together then.”
I look down at him and steal a quick kiss, for no other reason than I can. I will never tire of this. Of him. Of us.
“Then that’s what we’ll do,” I reply.
Darius’s eyes widen, but his lips have curved into a smile that has his dimples popping on his cheeks.
“Okay. Yes.”
With an arm around his waist, I guide us to the kitchen, lifting Darius so he’s seated on the countertop.
He presses play on the smart speaker – Dermot Kennedy’s voice filling the otherwise quiet flat.
Moving around the kitchen, I make two mugs of coffee and slices of toast, then move to stand between his spread legs.
I feed Darius bites of toast slathered in the Nutella that I keep here just for him.
He moans at the first bite, laughing at the way I steal a kiss while he chews.
And then, with my eyes locked on his, for the first time in years, I eat my own slice of chocolate-covered toast. There’s a flash of discomfort in my gut as Alister's voice pops into my head, but I breathe through it, working with the tools my therapist and I have been working on to associate food, especially sweet foods, with positive experiences. Like eating Nutella toast with the man I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.
The man who gives me the safety I lost a long time ago.
I think that’s why I’ve always enjoyed watching him eat – because he’s safe and I trust him. Since the day I met Darius, I’ve found comfort in his presence.
“You have a little here,” he says, bringing the spoon to my lips and slathering the chocolate spread over them. He smirks as he leans in and licks it up, his hand sneakily tickling my nipple.
“We’re never going to get anything done,” I mumble into his mouth.
“Don’t care.” He kisses me harder, tilting his head to the side and I swallow down his sweet, chocolate flavoured moans. From somewhere in the flat, I’m aware of my phone alarm going off. Groaning, I pull away from Darius and his intoxicating kisses. “You have to work today, don’t you?”
“Afraid so.”
Stepping out of his hold, I move to the sink and wash our dishes, before I find my phone and shut off the alarm. Darius has slid off the counter and settled on the sofa, a fleece blanket around his shoulders and a newspaper on his lap. It’s open to a crossword I started earlier in the week.
“What are you going to do today?”
He plays with the edges of the newspaper.
“Figure out the rest of my life.” Finding a work polo and pair of shorts in my laundry basket, I pull them on as he continues. “I wasn’t lying when I told my father I didn’t care about the money. But I would be lying if I said I didn’t rely on it. I have for years.”
I settle on the arm of the sofa, my feet next to his hip.
“I’ll support you for as long as you need me to. You can come live here, or we can find someplace else.”
“Thank you, Ollie. You have no idea how much that means to me – how much everything you do for me means to me. But I want to find a job. Not only for the money – though that is a big part – but because I feel like this is the new chapter in our story. I want to come home from a long day at work and moan about rush hour trains, and colleagues who steal my yogurts. And I want to be excited when Friday rolls around and we can lie in bed all day Saturday. And I want to know that while my father built his life on lies, I built mine on trust, and loyalty…and good.”
“You are so fucking good, angel,” I say, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “I’ll support you no matter what you decide to do. From here on out, it’s just the two of us, my love.”
“I like the sound of that. Now, go, don’t be late for work.”
“I won’t.” Moving off the sofa, I go to find a pair of socks and my shoes, stopping in front of Darius who is absentmindedly colouring in the squares of my crossword puzzle, while lost in thought. “I was meaning to ask you before…do you want to come to France with me?”
“I’ll go anywhere with you. But why France?”
“Zander asked me to go out there and work on the villa again. I want you to come with me. I have to work, so it won’t exactly be a holiday and I need to check with him first, but…”
“Yes!” he exclaims, cutting me off. “When? Can we go now?” Darius jumps up, the blanket falling from his shoulders, putting all his naked beauty on display. Fuck, he is going to make me late.
“Next week. So, maybe hold off on the job hunt until we’re back?”
“Deal.”
He kisses me and I inch my body away despite the warmth of his skin drawing me in.
“Can you meet me after work?” he asks, lips seeking mine. “I want you to meet someone.”
“Sure. Who?” I finally manage to put space between us, enough to get myself to the front door.
“Her name’s Sunny. You’re going to love her.”