Chapter Seven
Darcy
I clutched Owen’s hand tightly as I dragged him through the streets of Heather Bay, barely able to stop myself from running at full tilt back to my flat.
This was probably a terrible idea, but I was well past caring.
I wanted Owen and he wanted me, so did the rest of it really matter?
We were both adults and fully capable of making our own decisions.
As he’d pointed out, it wasn’t like Lick It!
was his dream career or a long-term plan, so I didn’t have anything to hold over him.
And, if I was being honest, I really needed him to fuck me and that desire had steamrollered any objections trying to voice themselves.
As we turned down the little side street where my flat was, I suddenly came to a grinding halt as a realisation smacked me in the face.
Milo.
He lived in the flat below me.
He was going to hear everything.
He was going to know exactly what I’d done and who I’d done it with.
“Everything okay?” Owen asked as he stopped behind me, putting his hand on my waist and flooding my brain with thoughts of him holding on to me tightly as he fucked me from behind.
Fuck it, I didn’t care if Milo heard. I was thirty-one for Christ’s sake! I was allowed to have my own life.
Besides, he was the one who’d told me getting off would be good for me. I’d just decided to add a partner into the mix instead of going solo.
“Yeah,” I said, reaching into my pocket to pull out my keys. “Just a word of warning, er, Milo lives in the flat below mine so there’s a good chance he’ll hear us. But if that bothers you, I mean, we don’t have to do anything. Or, fuck, I don’t mind if you gag me.”
“I’m not going to gag you,” Owen said in a low, soft voice that sent shivers running across my skin as he tilted his head to press open-mouthed kisses down my neck.
“I want to hear you scream for me. Want to hear all those beautiful noises I know you’re going to make.
Let Milo hear. Let him know how good it feels…
how well I’m fucking you… Mmm, because you know I’m going to ruin you, don’t you? ”
I groaned, melting back against him and tipping my head to the side to expose more skin for him to tease. “F-Fuck, Owen… I… Stop making promises.”
“Why? Don’t you think I’m going to keep them?”
“I… I hope so but”—Fuck, it was getting really hard to think—“I’ve had men promise me things before. And the reality is never as good.”
Owen chuckled, his hand sliding beneath the bottom of my shirt.
“Trust me darling, when I tell you I’m going to ruin you, I mean it.
I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” He ran his finger slowly along the waistband of my jeans.
“Take me inside, Darcy. I want to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to remember anything else. ”
He stepped back, leaving me suddenly feeling cold, and that was all the incentive I needed to stride forward towards the front door of the house.
It was an old townhouse, the sort which were very common in town, but it was smaller than some and would have made a nice little house if someone hadn’t divided it up into two tiny flats to get double the money on rent.
The size hadn’t bothered me when I’d looked around it though, because I’d doubted I’d spend much time there. And I’d been right.
It had been a bit of a squish to get all my furniture in, and some was still in storage, but it did me just fine.
I unlocked the door and pulled Owen inside, shutting it behind us and tugging him hurriedly towards the stairs before Milo figured out I was home and stuck his head out. My door at the top of the stairs opened easily, and had barely clicked shut before Owen had his hands on me again.
“Where’s your room?” he asked as he reached around me to start unbuttoning my shirt, my brain short-circuiting as I felt the thick length of his cock pressing against my arse.
“This one,” I said, pointing vaguely at my open bedroom door. Thankfully, I was a tidy person but if I wasn’t, I doubted Owen would have noticed.
“Gonna show me?”
“Yeah.” I nodded before taking a few halting steps towards it.
We’d barely even started and already Owen had reduced me to a stumbling mess.
I wanted to give him as much as he gave me, but at this point, I didn’t know if I’d be able to do more than beg and moan.
I’d be happy for him to put me where he wanted me and use me like a toy.
But… there were things I needed. And I wasn’t going to get them unless I opened my mouth and asked.
Owen followed me into my room and when I turned to face him, I realised his eyes were fixed on me. I didn’t think he’d even glanced at the space, except maybe to register where the bed was.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, stepping close to me and putting his hands back on my waist, where they already felt so perfectly familiar.
“Never seen anyone so perfect. Like an angel.” He leant in and brushed his lips over mine in a teasing kiss that had me desperate for more. “An angel with a dirty little mouth.”
I grabbed the front of his T-shirt and kissed him fiercely, nipping his bottom lip and thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
I didn’t like being teased and I hated being denied even more.
Owen had promised to ruin me, to fuck me so hard I wouldn’t be able to remember anything but the feel of his cock, but I didn’t want promises. I wanted action.
Owen groaned as his hands tightened on my waist, then he slid one down to squeeze my arse, pressing his fingers to the seam of jeans in the cleft of my cheeks. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Take them off then.”
He smirked as he pulled back and, for a second, I wondered if he was going to tell me to strip.
But then he deftly tugged my unbuttoned shirt over my shoulders, easing the cuffs over my wrists like they were made of water, and dropping it onto the floor.
“I’d tell you to go running shirtless,” he said as he looked at me with hungry eyes full of appreciation.
“But I don’t want anyone else to see this. ”
“Possessive much?” I asked, with what was supposed to be a laugh but instead came out as a breathless moan as he ran a thumb over my nipple. “I-I thought you didn’t care about Milo hearing us?”
He dipped his head down to flick his tongue over my nipple and my back arched as my body begged for more.
“I don’t, I want people to hear us. But seeing is different, angel.
I want them to know what I’m doing to you, let them dream about it, make them wish someone would fuck them like that…
but I won’t let them see you. What your pretty face looks like when you come, the way your cock looks dripping with your load, the way your hole pulses as it begs to be fucked—that’s just for me. ”
I wanted to tell him this was only supposed to be a one-time thing. That he wasn’t meant to be saying shit like that. But I couldn’t. Because I loved the way he said it.
And I loved the way it made me feel.
At this rate, I was going to be the most relaxed man in Heather Bay.
Owen straightened up and reached for the button on my jeans, flicking them open with ease and pushing them down over my hips, taking my underwear with them.
Which was good because I hadn’t exactly made an effort in the pants department today, mostly because I hadn’t been expecting anyone else to see them.
At least I’d recently thrown out all the pairs with holes in them though, thank fuck.
“Gorgeous,” Owen said, reaching down to palm his cock through his shorts as he looked at me.
“Your turn.”
“Aren’t you going to help me?”
“No. Not this time.”
He chuckled and shook his head fondly. “Oh, angel, what am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me, I hope. But you have to be naked for that.”
“I don’t, but I will be this time.” He pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, exposing his tanned, softly muscular torso, his skin a mosaic of scars and tattoos as visions of him pinning me against the kitchen wall at Lick It!
and only pulling down our jeans enough to fuck me filled my imagination.
He reached for his shorts and eased them down, freeing his cock and exposing more beautiful muscle and tattoos.
His body told a story of an adventurous life well lived, and I wanted to kiss and caress every scar and tattooed line while he told me all the stories to go with them.
As I stared, he took his cock in hand and stroked it slowly. The shaft was thick and curved, his foreskin rolled back to expose the mushroom head, the silky skin dripping with precum. He was big, but not so big I immediately started to fear for my life. I’d never been that much of a size queen.
“You’re staring,” he said.
“Yeah, well you’re…” I gestured to him. “Have you seen you?”
“I know.” He closed the gap between us and slowly pushed me backwards until my calves bumped against the low edge of my bed. He put his hand on my chest as he drew me in for another kiss. “But this isn’t about me, it’s about you. Gotta get your heart rate down, remember?”
“I don’t think this is helping.”
“Trust me, it will when I’m through with you.”
He gently pushed me down onto the bed, leaning down over me as he began to kiss down my body, his lips making my skin burn with need.
I groaned as he teased my nipples, whining as his mouth went lower and he sank to his knees in front of me, pushing my thighs apart with calloused hands so he could trail his mouth up and down the insides of them.
My cock throbbed and dripped precum onto my skin as he passed it by, ignoring it in favour of kissing my thighs.
I reached out and sank my fingers into his hair, which had fallen out of the loose bun he’d had it scraped up into, and tried to pull him towards my dick. “S-Suck me,” I said, the words coming out as more of a plea than a demand. “I don’t like being teased.”
“Will you come if I do?”
“Maybe. But you can still fuck me. Please, Owen, I’m so fucking desperate right now.”
His lip curled in amusement as his hand trailed along the inside of my thigh, making me spread them wider as his fingers dipped down to tease my hole. “What if I like teasing you?”
I growled and pouted, trying to tug that cocky mouth of his to where I wanted it. “Then you can do it another night. Just not now. I thought you were supposed to be helping me de-stress, not winding me up?”
“You’re bossier than I expected,” he said as his breath ghosted over the head of my cock.
“Does it bother you?”
“No. You just have to get used to not always getting what you want. But… if you ask nicely.”
Fuck, he was driving me wild. How could I say no? He’d told me he was going to ruin me and I believed him. Because for all my pretences of bossy brattiness, I crumpled like tissue paper when someone looked at me like that.
“Please, Owen, I need you to suck my cock. I want you to ruin me.”
He smirked and brushed his mouth over my cockhead. “Don’t worry, angel. That’s what I’m here for.”