Chapter Eight #2
“Yes!” Darcy snapped. Or tried to. But he was too lost in pleasure for it to have any bite. “Fuck me, Owen! Please! You promised me your cock and I fucking need it. Stop making me wait for what I want.”
“See, I knew you could beg for me.” I grinned, tossed the condoms onto the bed, and opened the lube, pumping some onto my fingers before reaching down to stroke my cock.
I was already hard from watching him. Maybe one day, I’d persuade him to put on a show for me.
I’d be very willing to do the same for him.
The mattress squeaked slightly as I climbed on and shuffled over to him, tilting the bottle of lube to drizzle some down his crack before adding more to my fingers. “Want me to help? Or do you want to do it yourself?”
“I don’t need any more,” Darcy said as he pumped his fingers in and out, slick wet sounds filling the air. “I want it to burn.”
“Are you sure?” I leant down to kiss the base of his spine. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t, I promise. Please, Owen, I need this.”
I couldn’t deny him. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to.
“Let me fuck you then, angel,” I said as I ran my hand up his thigh to rest on his hip.
My other hand reached for the condoms, smiling when I realised Milo had already taken the plastic wrap off the box so I didn’t have to wrestle with it.
I quickly ripped open one of the foil packages and rolled the condom onto my dick, adding more lube as Darcy slowly pulled his fingers out of his hole, leaving it wet and open for me.
I tapped my cock against the furled skin, drawing another moan from Darcy, before I slowly began to press inside him.
“Fuck, angel,” I said with a deep groan as his channel squeezed around me. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Y-Yeah, so do you. I… fuck, your cock feels, ahh! Oh… more…” Darcy babbled, moaning and pushing back onto me, trying to take more of me—the same way he’d done when I sucked him. He seemed to love being filled. And that was incredibly hot.
His words faded into gasps and broken moans as I bottomed out. I gripped his hips, giving him a few seconds to adjust. But I knew if I waited too long, he’d start taking what he wanted while complaining I was teasing him.
He really didn’t have any patience.
Then again, neither did I.
I pulled back until the tip of my cock was barely in him, then slammed home and started to fuck him hard and fast, turning his soft moans into loud, delighted ones. I’d told him I wanted him to scream for me, and he’d clearly taken that to heart.
He gasped and groaned beautifully as I fucked him, broken pleas and scattered words thrown into the mix when I did something he wanted more of. But when I put my hand on his back to push him further down so I could nail his prostate, it was like I’d turned the volume up to eleven.
Darcy cried out with every thrust, his hands gripping the sheets as I pounded him and I fucking adored it. I’d always loved knowing my partner was having fun, and Darcy was making it crystal fucking clear he was enjoying himself.
“Touch your cock for me,” I said, my voice straining as I fought to keep my own release in check. “Need you to come for me.”
“I… I’m… I…” His words were too broken and I wasn’t sure if it meant he couldn’t or he was already too close.
“Do you want a hand? Want me to make you come?”
Darcy whimpered and nodded, his sounds of pleasure melting into broken sobs and moans. “Yes!”
I planted one foot on the bed to give me more leverage and leant forward, reaching around him with one hand so I could grip his dripping cock.
Two strokes was all it took before Darcy’s body shook, screams of delight leaping from his throat as his shaft pulsed and covered my hand in cum.
His channel tightened around me and my self-control snapped.
I groaned out his name as pleasure rushed through me, wild and freeing and deliciously intense, and I emptied into the condom as spots of light burst behind my eyes.
For a long moment, all you could hear was our breathing.
Then I slowly tilted forward and pressed a kiss to his back, gently releasing his hips as I pulled out of him.
Darcy collapsed dramatically to the bed with a loud sigh and I bit back a chuckle.
There were tissues on his bedside table, so I slowly shuffled closer so I could reach a few, wrapping up the condom and giving my hand a quick wipe.
I’d shower the rest off later. Getting clean wasn’t important right now.
When I was done, I stretched out beside Darcy and opened my arm so he could crawl into my embrace. Even if this was only a one-night thing, I wasn’t going to leave without a cuddle. And I wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to immediately start freaking out about what we’d done.
He looked relaxed though, more relaxed than I’d ever seen him. I gave myself a mental high five because that meant mission accomplished. For tonight anyway.
“How’re you feeling?” I asked, running my hand slowly up and down his arm.
“Good. Better than good. Sleepy. Mmm, I wonder if I’ll be able to sleep for once.”
I smiled. “You can go to sleep. I can let myself out.”
“In a minute.” He put his arm across my stomach and snuggled in deeper. “You smell good.”
“Thanks.”
“You feel good too.”
“Thanks.” He really was adorable like this, all cock-drunk and wrung out. Letting go really suited him.
“Can we do that again?”
I did chuckle then. “Sure, but give me twenty minutes first.”
“Not tonight,” he said softly. “Another day.” He yawned. “And another.”
“Sure, angel. As much as you want.”
Darcy nodded as I stroked his arm.
I wasn’t getting in too deep, I told myself. This was nothing.
I’d know when I was getting in too deep.
At least, I hoped I would.