Chapter Eight
Owen
I knew my angel had a wild side, he’d simply needed some encouragement to let it out.
What I’d seen so far was a bossy, bratty, demanding man with a beautiful mouth who needed to be fucked, used, and adored. And I was very happy to oblige.
Darcy moaned wantonly as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, flicking my tongue over his slit and teasing the sensitive skin. His fingers tightened in my hair, trying to pull me down, but I wasn’t going to give him exactly what he wanted.
I was going to give him what he needed.
And what he really needed, more than anything else, was to switch off and let go.
My fingers brushed over his hole as I bobbed my head, taking more of his cock with every move until it hit the back of my throat.
Darcy groaned, his hips jerking as the dual sensations flooded him with pleasure.
His legs trembled on either side of me and I wished I had more hands so I could touch every inch of him.
I already knew he was going to come. He was so wound up and on edge, and I wondered how long it had been since he’d really allowed himself release.
Not just a quick wank in the shower or before bed, where he’d get off in two minutes and go straight back to thinking about work—but something where he took time to enjoy his body and his pleasure.
Where he drew things out, teased himself, and used things like toys or good porn to heighten the experience and give himself an orgasm that wrung him dry and left him breathless and shaking.
“O-Owen,” Darcy said, stretching my name out to a whine. “I… I… I’m…”
My lips curled into a smirk as I sucked him, saliva dripping down his shaft and sliding down his taint to where my fingers circled his arse. It hadn’t taken nearly as long as I’d thought it would to render him speechless and I wasn’t anywhere near done either.
I kept working his cock, dragging him closer and closer to his orgasm because I needed to hear him come. My own dick was rock hard between my legs, the taste and smell of Darcy driving me wild as I devoured him.
I couldn’t wait to fuck him.
He was going to feel so good around my cock.
“Owen!” Darcy gasped frantically, one hand pulling my hair as his hips bucked up and the other scrabbling frantically on the sheets as he tried to find something to hold on to. “I’m… I’m gonna! Oh fuck, oh fuck… fuck!”
His cock pulsed on my tongue, filling my mouth with hot, salty cum as Darcy moaned and writhed, like his body didn’t know how to cope with the onslaught of pleasure.
I lifted my head as much as I could to watch him, drinking in the sight and devoting it to memory.
His chest was heaving, his thighs trembling, and his mouth open in a perfect O of surprise and delight.
Fuck, it was like he’d been saving it all for me.
But I couldn’t tell him that, because my mouth was still full of his cum and softening cock.
And I didn’t want to swallow, because I had plans for that cum.
Slowly, I pulled off his cock and let it rest on his hip, watching as a little of his release pooled around the base and clung to his pubic hair. I wanted to lick it up, but I also liked the sight of it there as a reminder Darcy could let go when he needed to.
My hands ran along his thighs, gently lifting them into the air and placing them on my shoulders, tilting him backwards and showing off his waiting hole. It had been so patient, and now it was time to give it the attention it deserved.
After all, I’d promised to ruin Darcy and that involved wringing as many orgasms out of him as I could.
“What are you… oh, you don’t have to… I…
ahh!” Darcy cried out as I slowly dribbled cum down his taint and used two fingers to gently rub it into the sensitive skin of his hole.
Cum wasn’t the best lube in the world, but I wasn’t planning on using it to fuck him.
I was just going to use it to start opening him up.
More cum dripped from my tongue as I ran it across the furled skin, pressing his release into him with every flick.
Darcy shifted slightly and arched his back as his thighs twitched, gently squeezing the sides of my head.
I grinned as he moaned loudly, teasingly rubbing one finger over his hole and gently starting to press inside.
“S-Shit! Oh… fuck, Owen,” Darcy said, panting and moaning as he squirmed. He looked so beautiful like this, totally unguarded and enveloped in bliss. I was never going to forget it.
But I didn’t intend for tonight to be the only time I saw him this way.
After all, stress relief wasn’t simply a one-time thing.
“Do you like that, angel?” I asked, lifting my head and giving him a second to breathe.
His cock was already getting hard again, and it jumped as I slowly pushed my finger further inside him, rubbing the tip teasingly over his sweet spot.
“Sound so pretty.” I kissed the inside of his thigh.
“But I think you can be louder. Want to hear you scream for me, baby.”
“I-If you fuck me, you will,” Darcy said with the softest chuckle before he arched his back again, his eyes fluttering shut as he moaned and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Oh, I’m planning to. Just like I promised.” I pressed another kiss to the inside of his thigh, then sucked a small mark into the pale skin. Nobody would see it but him, and it would remind him of exactly what we’d done. “Do you have any lube? Condoms?”
Darcy frowned and I could see him trying to focus, although I guessed it wasn’t easy with my finger in his arse, fucking him slowly. “Somewhere. I think. Maybe? I should have checked.”
“Don’t worry, I can look.” I gently pulled my finger out of him and eased his thighs off my shoulders, slowly pulling myself into a standing position and ignoring the hints of numbness in my calves and feet.
I really hoped Darcy had some lube, and I was kicking myself for not putting some in my bag when I’d dreamed up this plan.
If he didn’t, we could pivot, and it wouldn’t change my overall goals for the evening. I’d just have to come back again to fuck him the way I’d promised.
“Check the drawer,” Darcy said, pointing to the small bedside cupboard, which had a large drawer underneath an open shelf. “Or the bathroom. Or—”
There was a sharp knock at the front door and both of us startled like sheep in headlights.
“It’s only me,” Milo called casually through the door.
Like we were somehow expecting him. “Sounds like you’re both having a great time, which is fucking fantastic if you ask me—lord knows Darcy needs a good shag—but I also know any supplies Darcy has probably went out of date three years ago.
So, I’m leaving some outside the door. Have fun!
And don’t worry, I have noise cancelling headphones. ”
Darcy froze, his whole body going tense and I could see him gripping the sheets, his cock softening as panic set in. “It’s okay, angel,” I said, bending down to kiss him slowly, drawing it out until he began to relax again. “You stay here. I’ll get it.”
“Milo knows,” he said. “Shit. Milo knows.”
“Yeah, but we knew it was going to happen.” I kissed him again, leisurely brushing my tongue over his lips. “And now we know he’s got headphones, you can make as much noise as you want. Okay? You can scream for me, just like you promised.”
“Yeah, mmm, I can… you’re going to fuck me, aren’t you? Just like you said. I need it.”
He was so soft and sweet already, and he’d only had one orgasm. What would he be like after two? Would he even be able to give me three?
There was only one way to find out.
I kissed him again, my fingers skimming down his body to gently stroke his cock, coaxing it back to full hardness. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you, I promise. Couldn’t deny you, angel. Not when you beg for me.”
He pulled his bottom lip teasingly and smirked as his hands grabbed my chest. “I haven’t begged yet. Not really.”
“Mmm, then I can’t wait to hear you beg properly for me.”
Another kiss, another stroke of his cock, and then I pulled back so I could walk over to the door to collect what Milo had left us. I didn’t bother putting any clothes on—there was no point since nobody else was around, and I couldn’t be arsed to get dressed for politeness.
I cracked the front door open and grinned when I saw the two items resting on the mat: a small box of condoms and a bottle of lube. Both of which looked new.
For a second I wondered why Milo had a brand-new bottle of lube and condoms on hand and debated whether he’d known something I didn’t or had done a mad dash to the shop to get some.
Then I decided I didn’t need to know, so I let the questions float away as I shut the door, flicked the chain across, and walked back to Darcy’s room, where a beautiful sight greeted me.
Darcy had moved into the middle of the bed and rolled onto all fours with his shoulders pressed into the sheets and his arse in the air.
His head was twisted so he could look at the door, his golden hair fanning out around him like a halo.
He’d reached back between his legs with one arm and had two fingers pressed into his hole, fucking himself slowly.
“Fuck, angel. Don’t you look pretty?” I asked from the door as my eyes roamed over him. “Does that feel good? Like having your fingers in your arse?”
“Y-Yes! Need more though. It’s not enough,” Darcy said with a deep groan. Desperation was written across his flushed face and I was so tempted to leave him like this, just so I could hear him beg.
“What do you need? Tell me.”
“Your cock. Need you to fuck me.” He moaned again, burying his face in the bed as he pushed back onto his fingers, making a little bit of cum dribble out of his hole. Fuck. One day that would be my cum. And I’d keep him so stuffed full he’d always be wet and leaking and ready for me to fuck.
“You don’t sound sure,” I said teasingly as I stepped into the room and slowly walked towards the bed.
“I am.”
“Really?”