Chapter 24
DARCY
W ren stands and hauls me to my feet, my cheeks damp with tears as I still gasp to catch my breath. That was … that was …
My cock is achingly hard, skin pulled back and reddened tip leaking profusely.
“Sit,” he commands, shoving me onto the couch. I go willingly, almost letting a moan escape as Wren straddles me. Even soft, his cock is still mouthwateringly thick, hanging heavy between his muscular thighs, tempting me to lick it into my mouth again.
Wren gives the tie a sharp tug, jolting my neck and bringing my eyes back to his. “It’s your turn now,” he says in a deep, sadistic voice. “I hope you’re ready.”
“So, so ready.” I try to buck my hips up toward him, but he’s got me pinned. “Please …”
“You have no idea how much I love making the great Darcy Ritcherson beg.”
“Zero humility here …”
Wren gently drags a fingertip over my slit, smearing the precum around my head. “I love how needy you are for me.”
My laugh is dark and throaty. “Every day. You’re ruining me.”
“That shouldn’t make me happy, but it does.” He leans in and licks a soul-shuddering stripe up my neck as his fingers trail gently over my length. It’s a tease, a hint, his rough fingers driving me wild as they scrape over every ridge and vein.
“Wren …”
“Nuh-uh. Your whining won’t work here. I’m in control.”
“I hate you.”
“You should.” He covers my mouth with his, tongue surging forward and deepening the kiss until I can barely breathe.
He pulls away with a heavy exhale. “You’re too fucking tempting,” he says, fingers still sending glorious tingles through my cock to pool in my balls.
“Making you half as desperate as I am every day serves you right. You deserve this. To ache for me. To beg. To be driven out of your mind with want.”
“Oh, I am.” I’m ready to take over and finish the job myself, need to. My cock is flushed with heat and way too sensitive to deal with this torture for much longer.
“It goes to my head. The way you can have anything you want whenever you want it. Except me. Making you wait, reminding you who’s in charge …”
My head falls back, eyes shuttering, as he rolls his palm over my tip.
I need more. A lot more. The way Wren makes me feel goes beyond being denied something.
It goes beyond rational thought. When I’m with him, I don’t want to be rational.
I don’t want to be right. His hands, his lips, his skin.
It all brings me alive in a way I’ve never experienced before, but I’m terrifyingly close to being addicted to the feeling. To him.
He tugs the tie sharply, and my head snaps up.
“Eyes on me,” he growls. “Don’t look away. Not for a second.”
My thighs tremble. He finally wraps his hand firmly around me, and it takes all my energy to keep my eyes open against the pleasure.
Wren’s piercing hazel stare hooks me as he takes me apart, has my whole body crumbling at his callused palm over my swollen cock.
He strokes me slowly, firmly. Precum smeared down my length helps make everything a thousand times more sensitive than before.
“Please, please, please …” I chant.
“You hate being like this, don’t you?”
“Like what?”
“Under my control.”
“Actually, I enjoy it.” Sweat breaks out over my skin. “I’m a powerful man. And you make me feel so … powerless.”
Wren groans, then lifts the end of my tie. He shoves the material in my mouth with two fingers. “When we’re like this, I own you. Never forget that.”
I hum my agreement because there’s nowhere else I want to be, no one else I want to be with.
My body responds so strongly to Wren, stronger than anything I’ve felt before.
Maybe it’s the forbidden aspect, the fact that what we’re doing is so, so wrong.
That if anyone found out, it would ruin us.
Maybe it’s the risk that makes this so hot, but even before we met, even before I’d spoken a word to him, he intrigued me.
He drew my attention and refused to let go.
“You wanna come?” he asks, eyes glued to mine.
I hurry to nod and am rewarded with another of his filthy chuckles.
“I bet you do. So fucking horny, aren’t you, Darce?
Covered in your own mess, bet your balls hurt, huh?
And there’s nothing you can do about it.
I can do this all night.” But despite his words, his dick is already trying to rally again.
He leans in closer, free hand holding my jaw tight.
“Love knowing you’re already full of my cum.
You looked so pretty gulping it down, more desperate to taste me than to breathe.
” His eyes darken, and a smile plays over his lips.
“Wonder how long I can keep you like this? On the edge? Desperate? Cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. Wish I could make you look like this every day …”
I tremble beneath him, a long whine coming from behind my gag.
He looks down between us. I follow his stare to where he’s working me over, large fist sliding up and down, my angry red tip disappearing into his hand with every stroke.
“You have until the count of ten to come. If you don’t, we’re going to bed like this.”
A desperate grunt leaves me, and then Wren jerks me with purpose.
“One …”
Oh, no. I’m close. So, so close. But am I close enough?
“Two …”
Pleasure vibrates in my blood.
“Three …”
My balls are tight, needing to unleash, pressure building at the base of my spine.
“Four … five … halfway, Darce …”
It’s growing and growing, almost to the point of no return. I need this. Need to come. Need it like I’ve never needed anything.
“Six …” He grabs my jaw again and looks me dead in the eye. “Seven … give it to me. Give me what I want. Otherwise, I’m going to torture you all night. I won’t give you a second of rest. You’re going to be a crying mess, and I’ll keep going, and you won’t get any relief for hours … Eight.”
Shit, shit, shit.
My orgasm swells, cock thickening with the feeling.
“Nine.”
I just need to … need to …
Please, please, please, come on, come on, come on.
I’m almost sobbing, riding right on the edge, hips bucking into his fist, chasing the high, the need for it to be Wren who makes me come.
“Ten.”
My cock throbs, and then finally, I’m coming. Spurt after spurt, sheer relief sweeps from my head all the way down to my curled toes. I keep my eyes open, keep my gaze locked on Wren’s as I unload all over his hand and my abs, and once the shivery pleasure subsides, I sag back into the couch.
Wren grins at me, tugging my tie from my mouth and tearing at it until he finally gets the knot undone and wipes his hand off on the silk. I can’t even find it in me to care that it’s ruined now.
He climbs off me, collapsing back along the couch, legs over my thighs.
“You’re good at following orders,” he teases.
“Yeah, well, I’ve done it all my life.”
Now that the burning need has sizzled out, my bitterness is creeping back in. Wren doesn’t say anything, and neither do I. What the hell can we say? Never again? We already threw that plan out the window. It was a mistake? We’re both more than aware of that fact.
“I don’t want you to go back to avoiding me” is the last thing I’m expecting him to say.
“What?”
“It was shit. I don’t want that.”
“Sorry that it was the only option I could come up with that didn’t make me pine uselessly over you.”
“Did it work?” He cocks an overconfident eyebrow.
“Not even a little.”
“Then what other plans do you have?”
None. That’s the problem. Every option I turn over is snookered in one way or another.
“You know …” Wren starts, almost like he can’t help himself. “I … Well … no one knows we’ve slept together.”
My eyes almost bug out. “Obviously.”
“And they don’t know it happened again.”
“I should hope not.”
“Then …” He tucks his hands behind his head, biceps bulging and drawing my attention. “They wouldn’t know if it happened a third time.”
“What are you saying?”
“Isn’t it obvious? The only people who know we’re fucking is us?—”
“And Remy.”
Wren waves my concern away. “He knows about the first time. I won’t tell him any more, and if you don’t tell anyone either, then no one would know.”
What he’s saying is fizzling excitement in my gut. “It would get out,” I protest weakly.
“How?”
“Someone always finds out.”
“We’re friends.” He snorts. “ Brothers . It makes sense we’re hanging out, plus since people think we’re related, us sleeping together would be the last conclusion they’d jump to.”
It’s ridiculous how much I want him to be right, but the risk is too big. I turn sad eyes on him. “You understand why it has to be like this, don’t you?”
His expression tightens. “Yeah. You want the company, I don’t. And neither of us wants Junior to have it.”
“Exactly.”
“What if … why couldn’t I give you the shares? If you’re ever found out and it all goes to me, could I pass them back your way?”
“That would be catastrophic, to say the least.”
“Why? They’re my shares. I can do what I like.”
“True. You can. But you’d also tank the company in the meantime. Why do you think MediaCorp is handed down through the Ritcherson bloodline?”
“Greedy billionaires are greedy?”
“No. To create the illusion of stability. The other shareholders know who they’ll be dealing with up until their death.
They trusted Father, and now they trust me.
You’re already a liability. The company going to you and then back to me after an enormous scandal will cause our stakeholders to dump shares faster than we can buy them back.
Our stocks will take a nosedive, and with no ties to the company, I wouldn’t have the option to buy back in, even if my trust fund could cover that kind of investment.
MediaCorp would be ruined.” I shake my head.
“That’s not the legacy I want for Father’s company. ”
Wren’s jaw tightens, a good sign he’s thinking. “What if we come out and tell the truth, and I keep the shares but appoint you CEO. Will that … is that a thing?”
“My name will be mud. I’d be undermined at every turn, and even with your shares meaning any vote I need would go in my favor, that doesn’t mean the rest of the board would be compliant.
And what if something happens between us and you shut me out?
” I swallow at the thought of losing Wren and my company. “I … I can’t.”
“Fine.” Wren sits up and pulls me in close. “Then we fuck this thing out of our system.”
I sigh. “I don’t think that’s a thing.”
“Sure it is. We’re so wild for each other because we’re forcing ourselves to hold back. So let’s do the opposite. Fuck like bunnies until it loses its edge. Until the excitement wears off. We can get over it, then go back to pretending to be one big, happy family when it’s done.”
I cringe at the wording. “Wren …”
“The sooner we get to work on it, the sooner it’ll be over.”
“Except for one thing.” I pin him with a dry look. “I legitimately like you. What if we do all that and I end up with feelings? What do we do then?”
“We’ll figure that out if it happens. We just … Have to keep our heads in the game. Do it for the company.”
Poor choice of words. “Literally.”
“That’s the spirit.”
The thing is, I’m so tempted to say yes.
More sex with Wren? I can’t believe I’m even trying to find a way out of it.
There’s no doubt in my mind I’m weak for him and that the lust between us will drive us to this exact same situation over and over again.
Is Wren right? Will giving in make it easier? Will I grow tired of him?
The swelling in my chest when I look at him is a solid no. I’m already growing feelings, and adding regular sex to our relationship is going to blow up in my face.
“There’s more we have to consider,” I say. “With Dad gone, Mom’s turned her focus to me.”
“You?”
“She’s trying to set me up again, and even though I told her no, she won’t let it drop.
She’ll introduce me to every queer, available man she can find until I give in.
With you coming into our lives, she’s determined to make sure I don’t end up with nothing.
Hence Harvey. And if it’s not Harvey, it’d be someone else. ”
“Who the fuck is Harvey?”
“The new man she wants me to marry.”
Wren scoffs. “Harvey and Darcy.”
“Hmm …”
His jaw hardens. “So you keep telling her no.”
I look at him through pleading eyes. “You know I don’t have that luxury.”
He looks away. “Apparently.”
“Don’t hate me.”
“I don’t. But honestly, all this really isn’t supporting your insistence that Warren was a stand-up guy.”
“Yeah …”
Wren turns my face toward him. “All the more reason for us to fuck this thing out. The sooner we can let this side of us go, the sooner you can shack up with Harvey and put this in the past. No one will ever find out. We do whatever we can trying to figure out how to make sure MediaCorp stays yours for real, and I’ll do everything to keep our shithead brothers from finding out the truth.
Admit it. You agree. It’s the only thing we can do at this point. ”
And with his skin warming mine, with his leg hair under my palm and fingers on my jaw, and our naked bodies all twisted up together, he’s right. It’s the only thing we can do.
“Okay.”