Chapter Fourteen
Owen
“What’re you doing tonight?” Darcy asked, sliding up to me with a mischievous glint in his eye as I finished putting some containers of sorbet into the freezer.
“Not much, why?” I asked with a shrug, pretending I didn’t know what he was hinting at. But it was only going to be one of two things, and Darcy didn’t seem to be in the mood to stay late and do more development.
“Just wondering if you fancied coming back to mine. If you’re not busy, that is.”
I smirked as I shut the freezer door, casually putting my arm above his head where he was leaning against the wall.
I wasn’t really boxing him in, just drawing his attention to me.
It worked too because Darcy’s eyes went wide and he swallowed.
“Why would I do that, angel?” I asked teasingly, lowering my voice as I tilted my head down, hoping only he could hear me.
Although, given Milo’s loud singing from the front of the shop as he, Alfie, and Ellie cleaned down and did a stock check, it was safe to say we weren’t currently being spied on.
“Because it would be fun,” he said, putting his hand lightly on my chest. Right above my heart. “We could celebrate successfully getting tiramisu past our expert panel of judges.”
“I wouldn’t exactly call them experts.”
We paused as Milo turned up the volume and began singing Chappell Roan’s “Pink Pony Club” at the top of his voice.
It wasn’t something he had the pitch for, no matter how good his voice was.
“True, but they’re the best we’ve got,” he said, chuckling softly as Alfie and Ellie joined in the chorus. One definitely more enthusiastically than the other. “And we should reward ourselves for our hard work.”
“Yeah? How?”
“I think you should fuck me,” Darcy said, angling his head so his lips brushed against mine. “Hard.”
“Yeah, darlin’? Want me to use that pretty arse of yours as a reward? Make you scream my name so loud everyone in Heather Bay knows what I’m doing to you?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s get going then,” I said. “See how far we can get before your downstairs neighbour hammers on the door with a noise complaint.”
Darcy’s cheeks flushed slightly as he glanced away, checking to see if anyone had noticed us. But given the karaoke session next door was still going on, I guessed not.
“Do we have anything else to do?” he asked, and my gaze followed his around the kitchen to check for any stray utensils, dirty pots, or unsupervised containers of ice cream.
But because we were awesome, everything was already spotless.
There was only a bag of rubbish by the back door for us to throw in the bin on our way out.
“No, we’re all done.”
“Let’s go then, and see how long it takes for them to notice we’ve left.”
We grabbed our bags and I picked up the bag of rubbish as we ducked out the back door, quickly dumping it into the bin before we walked around the side of the building.
Darcy grabbed my hand to lead me down towards the front, and I was glad we didn’t have to go past the front of Lick It! or we’d definitely have been spotted.
Not that I cared about anyone seeing us, but Darcy hadn’t told Alfie what was going on and he deserved to do that on his own terms. If he told him at all. Which he didn’t have to, obviously. It wasn’t like this was anything serious.
Even if it was starting to feel like it might be.
Darcy practically floated along the pavement, excitement radiating off him, and just seeing it made me smile.
It made me want to give him everything.
I put my arm around Darcy’s waist as soon as he stopped to pull his keys out of his pocket, using my other hand to brush his hair over his shoulder so I could trail kisses down his neck. He shivered and moaned, fingers fumbling his keys and dropping them on the floor.
“You should pick them up, angel,” I said, letting my words ghost over his skin.
“You’ll have to let go of me then.”
“Do I?” I gently put my hand on the middle of his spine, bending him over. His arse rubbed over my crotch and we both groaned. Darcy grabbed his keys and slowly straightened, turning his head to steal a kiss. “See? I didn’t need to let go of you.”
“Mmm, I guess not.”
“Unlock the door. We need to celebrate.”
It took a couple of attempts, but Darcy managed to get the keys in the door, and it swung open with a creak. He grinned and slid his hand into mine before heading to the stairs up to his flat. His door was easier to open and slammed quickly shut behind us as soon as we stepped inside.
Darcy spun and launched himself into my arms, kissing me desperately, his hands tugging at the bottom of my T-shirt.
It was like he’d been deprived of my touch for months, and I couldn’t deny how much it turned me on to be needed this much.
My head spun and my chest lurched, a maelstrom of emotions swirling through me too fast to pin any of them down.
All I could do was focus on Darcy. And giving him what he wanted.
“Fuck, angel,” I said with a moan as he pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it onto the floor. “You really are desperate, aren’t you? Don’t I fuck you enough?”
“You could do it more,” he said, his mouth still pressed against mine as he reached for the button on my cargo shorts.
The soft laughter on my lips dissolved into a groan as Darcy dipped his hand into my shorts, stroking my hardening cock through the thin material of my underwear.
If he wanted to do this more often, I was going to have to remind him to ask for it.
Because I would happily come over here every night and every morning to give him whatever he needed. All he had to do was ask.
“Tell me what you want, angel.”
“Fuck me.”
“Mmm, how do you want it? Use your words, baby. Tell me exactly how you want me to make you scream.”
Darcy groaned, burying his face in my neck for a moment. I didn’t know if he was turned on, embarrassed, nervous, or a combination of all three. His fingers were still stroking my dick though.
“I want to ride you,” he said. “I want to feel your thick cock splitting me open as I bounce on it. And I… mmm, I want you to play with my arse.”
“Yeah, I can do that,” I said, gently drawing his mouth up to mine. “Want me to eat you out?”
He nodded, kissing me breathlessly. “Yeah.”
“Anything else?”
“I… I wanna suck you too.”
“Mmm, I’d love that. You have such a pretty mouth, angel. Think you can still be loud when you’re stuffed full?”
He moaned and nodded. “Y-Yes.”
“Good. You know I love hearing you.” I nipped his lip then soothed it with my tongue.
“Fuck, yes. Make me scream.”
“Can’t do it here,” I said as Darcy tugged my cargo shorts down around my thighs, his need making my cock throb because, fuck, desperation was such a turn-on for me.
Darcy took half a step back and I pushed my shorts to the floor, stepping out of them before gesturing to his bedroom door. “Get on your knees for me, angel. Then you can suck my dick.”
It took him two seconds to reach his room, flinging the door open so hard it crashed against the wall. I was almost tempted to check to see if it had left a dent. But Darcy had already dropped to his knees and pushed his hair back, and the look of hunger on his face was impossible to resist.
He reached for my underwear as soon as I stepped in front of him, freeing my cock and immediately wrapping his hand around the shaft, drawing it towards his mouth and smacking the leaking head on his outstretched tongue. When Darcy wanted something, he really didn’t hang around.
A low moan rumbled through my chest as Darcy’s lips closed around my cock, sucking me deep into his mouth, his fingers still wrapped around the base of my shaft.
There was no teasing to his touch, only gorgeous desperation.
He groaned as he began to bob his head, his hand and mouth creating a tight, wet channel, and fuck, it felt amazing.
Sloppy sucking sounds and muffled moans filled the air, and I loved how much Darcy was enjoying himself.
I put my hand on his head to steady myself, trying not to start fucking his face.
Instead, I closed my eyes and let the sensations envelop me, accompanied by the soundtrack of Darcy’s delighted groans.
“Fuck, angel! Your mouth is so perfect,” I said as the tips of my fingers slowly stroked his hair. “Gonna have to stop if you want me to fuck you.”
Darcy tried to say something, but his mouth was still full of cock.
Reluctantly, he pulled back with a wet pop, holding my dick millimetres away from his lips.
“I… I changed my mind,” he said, looking up at me with shining eyes.
“Want you to come down my throat then eat me out and finger fuck me and blow me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Suck me then, angel. Make me come and fill that pretty mouth of yours,” I said, reaching down to sweep my thumb around the corner of his lips.
Darcy smiled and sucked me back into his mouth, his enthusiasm obvious as he moaned happily.
It made everything a thousand times hotter knowing Darcy loved doing this, and I groaned as he worked my cock faster, his hand and mouth moving in perfect unison.
Heat rolled through me as pleasure took hold, my orgasm building like a wave out at sea.
“D-Darcy, I’m close,” I said with a broken groan, my breath catching in my throat as Darcy moaned happily.
And his delight was all it took to send me over the edge, my release breaking over me, making me tremble and gasp.
My cock pulsed on his tongue, and Darcy hummed softly as he swallowed my cum, licking up every drop and carefully cleaning my dick as he slowly released me.
“Fuck, angel, that was perfect,” I said, my voice hoarse as I reached out to slowly pull him to his feet. I kissed him, my tongue pressing into his mouth so I could taste myself. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Love how you taste. And your cock feels so good in my mouth.”
“Mmm, you can have it whenever you want, baby. All you have to do is ask.”
“I will.” He grinned mischievously and I smirked because I was pretty sure Darcy was going to start asking for it when we were at work just to see how I reacted. “Now it’s your turn,” he added, stepping back to peel off his T-shirt. “I think you promised something about getting noise complaints?”
I chuckled as I walked over to grab the lube from on top of his chest of drawers, ignoring the slight wobble in my legs. “I did. And if you get on the bed, I can keep my promise.”
Darcy threw off the rest of his clothes at speed and hurled himself onto the bed, laughing as he faceplanted the pillows. He was so carefree, so happy, and it was everything. His joy was contagious, and I wanted to bottle it. Not to take it away but so I could remember it forever.
He rolled over and spread his legs, beckoning me with a finger, and who was I to say no to that invitation?
I pounced on him, kissing him fervently before starting to work my way slowly down his body, seeing how many noises I could draw out of him with every kiss, lick, suck, and touch. Darcy was beautifully uninhibited, his whines and needy moans filling the room and I’d never heard anything sweeter.
He cried out as I teasingly flicked my tongue over the head of his cock then wrapped my lips around him, sucking him lightly before I pulled off to bury my face between his cheeks and feast on his hole.
I lost myself in pleasure as I moved between his arse and his cock, using my tongue and fingers to make him writhe and gasp as a babbled stream of desperate pleas for more dripped from Darcy’s lips.
When he finally came, it was with three fingers stretching his hole and stroking his prostate, and his cock in my mouth so I could taste him on my tongue. He screamed with delight, his body trembling as bliss overwhelmed him, and I gently stroked his shaking thigh with my other hand to steady him.
I swallowed his cum and gently pulled my fingers out of him, releasing his cock and giving the soft shaft a kiss. “Was that a good enough celebration?” I asked as I crawled up his body to kiss his mouth.
“Yeah,” he said breathlessly, kissing me tiredly. I loved how sleepy he got after sex—it was so adorable I wanted to melt. “Do you want… do you want to stay for dinner? We could order something?”
“Sounds good,” I said, my heart pounding wildly in a way I knew wasn’t only from sex.
“Good,” he said. “How about pizza? Or we could go out? I mean, is it bad to order something when half the places are five minutes away?”
“We can order and then go and collect. Although you will have to get dressed.”
“I can do that.” He smiled and kissed me again. “And afterwards, maybe then I can ride you? As long as we’re not too full. Or we could fuck lazily on the sofa, then we don’t really have to move, and I still get your dick again.”
I grinned and stole another kiss. It was terrifying, but I was starting to realise that, when it came to me, Darcy could have anything he wanted.
Was I terrified because I loved the idea? Or because I thought I’d get hurt? Or for some other reason? I didn’t know and wasn’t even sure I wanted to figure it out.
All I really wanted was for Darcy to be happy.
No matter the cost.
“Whatever you want, angel.”