Chapter Twenty-One
Owen
I rushed through my shower, scrubbing the sand and salt off my skin as fast as I could and dunking my head under the spray in the hope it would at least wash the worst of the seawater out of it. If I needed one, I could have another shower later.
I had more important things to do than scrub every inch of myself.
Darcy had forgiven me and we’d talked—really talked—to each other about our fears and how we felt for the first time. And although I knew that couldn’t be the only conversation we had, otherwise we’d go right back to square one, it was a start.
Maybe now we’d be able to talk about where we went from here and what we wanted. I still liked the idea of travelling, but not permanently. But, if the shop was going to be closed over the winter, maybe I could take Darcy to some of my favourite places in the world for a month or two.
Plus, if we went to places that were warm, we could eat a ton of ice cream, shaved ice, and local desserts, and it would totally count as research for the shop! There were so many flavour combinations to try, so many things to see, taste, and explore.
And I wanted to do all of them with Darcy.
Turning off the water, I climbed out of the shower and began to hurriedly rub myself dry with a towel. I paused for a second, towel draped over my head, and frowned, listening carefully. I could have sworn I’d heard Darcy moan…
A smirk crossed my lips as the sound slid around the door: an unmistakeable, needy groan.
My poor angel was clearly desperate. He couldn’t even wait ten minutes for me.
I threw the towel over the corner of the bathroom door as I sauntered towards Darcy’s room, my cock hardening as a series of sweet little moans filled my ears. Pausing in the bedroom doorway, I leant against the doorframe and casually stroked my dick as I drank in the sight in front of me.
Darcy was spread out in the middle of his bed, his clothes thrown onto the floor around him. His legs were spread and he had one hand between his thighs, his fingers toying with his hole, while his other hand was wrapped loosely around his cock, teasing himself with long, slow strokes.
He didn’t seem to have realised I was there, because his eyes were closed, his head tipped back as he lost himself in his pleasure. It was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen, and I didn’t think I’d forget the way he looked for a long, long time.
I kept watching for another couple of minutes, leisurely jerking myself off as Darcy started to finger himself. Fuck, he looked so good with his legs spread wide and two fingers in his arse. I wondered whether he’d meant to go so quickly, or whether he was just so desperate that he needed more.
“Mmm, fuck, angel, you look amazing like this,” I said with a low groan, using my thumb to smear precum across the head of my dick. “So desperate for me already.”
“Y-You were taking too long,” he said as his eyes fluttered open, a teasing smile caressing the corner of his mouth as he looked over at me.
I chuckled as he lifted his legs off the bed, showing off his hole. “How long did you wait?”
“A couple of minutes. But I was desperate.” He gasped wantonly as he fucked himself with two fingers before adding a third. “I-I-I’m so horny, Owen. Please! I need you.”
“I know, but I’m having fun watching. Fuck yourself for me, angel. Put on a show.”
“Can I… fuck, can I get a toy?”
“Of course.”
He groaned as he pulled his fingers out of his arse then crawled over to the edge of the bed, pulling open the drawer of his bedside table and lifting out a glass dildo. It wasn’t long, but there were several ridges along the shaft, each one getting bigger as they got toward the flared base.
Darcy’s eyes met mine as he poured lube onto the dildo and stretched out again, lifting his legs, and pressing the cool glass to his waiting hole. “Oh, fuck!” He moaned loudly as he slid the toy deep inside himself, until all I could see was the base.
“Yeah? Does that feel good, angel? Is it filling you up enough?” I asked, my eyes fixed on him. I was barely stroking my cock now, because if I kept going I’d come all over the carpet before I got to fuck him. And I wanted to give Darcy everything he needed.
“For now.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get my cock too. But first, I want to watch you fuck yourself.”
Darcy groaned as he gripped the base of the dildo and began to pump it in and out of his arse.
A symphony of moans and gasps filled the room, his legs trembling as he tried to keep them in the air.
His fingers were loosely wrapped around his dick, but he seemed to have forgotten about stroking it.
His back arched and his feet landed on the bed as he tried to fuck himself on the toy, delicious, slutty groans dripping from his lips as he slammed the dildo into his hole over and over.
“O-Owen,” he said with a whine, looking at me pleadingly. “P-Please. It’s not enough.”
“What do you need, angel?”
“Your cock. I need you to fuck me. W-Want you to fill me up.”
“Yeah? Does my pretty angel need to be full?”
“Fuck, yes!” He groaned, pulling the toy out and dropping it onto the bed, giving me the perfect view of his fluttering hole. “Stop teasing and fuck me. I need you!”
There was no way I could resist him.
I strode over to the edge of the bed and pulled a condom from the open drawer.
Darcy watched, panting, as I ripped the wrapper open with trembling hands and quickly rolled it on.
Then I grabbed his hips, making him gasp in surprise, and lifted his arse, tipping him back slightly.
He seemed uncertain for a second, then he got the idea and wrapped his legs around my waist. It was a little awkward to reach between us and press my cock against his slick, waiting pucker, but fuck, it was worth it when I slid inside him.
Darcy cried out as I filled him, his hands grabbing the duvet on either side of his head as I gripped his hips tightly.
“Fuck, angel! You feel so good. Such a perfect, tight hole for my cock,” I said as I started to fuck him.
I’d meant to go slowly, draw it out, but all thoughts of that disappeared as I slammed into him.
Darcy moaned with every thrust, pleas for “more” and “harder” falling from his mouth as I pounded him.
He was so beautifully loud, so unguarded in his pleasure, and I loved every second of it. I didn’t care who heard us, I was too focused on making him scream. My thighs and arms were starting to burn, but I pushed the feeling away.
Darcy’s pleasure came first.
Everything else was secondary.
“Touch yourself, Darcy,” I said with a low moan. “Want to watch you come for me.”
Darcy screamed with pleasure as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, barely touching himself before ropes of cum were painting his skin as his body shook. The sound felt like it was etching itself on my soul, and it was everything I’d needed.
My whole body was on fire as I chased my release, but when Darcy looked up at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks and whispered, “Give it to me, Owen,” it was game over.
Pleasure replaced the burning in my muscles, my breath coming in gasped pants as my fingers dug into his hips, my cock pulsing inside him.
Slowly, I pulled out and carefully lowered him to the bed. I stumbled slightly on my feet before flopping down next to him—the combination of no sleep, swimming, and sex enough to turn my legs to jelly.
Darcy rolled over, sprawling across my chest so he could kiss me. “That was fun.”
“It was.”
“I needed that.”
“Me too,” I said, brushing a hand through his hair. “I love how loud you are when we fuck.”
“Is… it’s not too much?” he asked, an embarrassed flush blooming across his cheeks.
“No, of course not. I love it. Always have. Why would that change now?”
“Okay… good. Good.”
“Trust me, angel. I’d let the whole of Heather Bay hear us. Then they’d all know how lucky I am.”
His flush darkened and he laughed softly. “I don’t know how I’d feel about that. People might try and steal you away for your magical sex powers.”
“I’m not going anywhere. You’re the only one for me.” I kissed him again, pouring every drop of affection I could into a single press of my lips.
“Does that mean you’re staying then?” he asked. “In Heather Bay?”
“Yes, if you’ll have me.”
Darcy grinned and squeezed me tightly, burying his head in my neck. “Of course I will!”
I ran my hand through his hair again. The question on the tip of my tongue terrified me, but I had to ask it. “I did want to ask you one thing though.”
“Yeah?” He lifted his head and tilted it to the side, looking at me with curiosity. There was a nervous flicker in his eyes and my chest tightened, because I was the one who’d put it there. He might have forgiven me, but I didn’t think he quite trusted me yet. And honestly, I deserved that.
“If you’re still planning to close Lick It!
over the winter, how would you feel about going travelling together?
It wouldn’t have to be for the whole closure, but there are so many beautiful places in the world I’d like to show you.
We could totally call it research too—we’d just have to make sure we eat a few ice creams wherever we go. ”
“Really?” Darcy looked shocked at my words, but not in a bad way. More like he was surprised I’d asked. Like it was a question he’d never expected me to ask.
“Yeah, if you want to. I can’t promise it’ll be luxurious—I tend to do things on a budget—but I want to show you the world, Darcy. I want to take you to all the places I’ve loved, introduce you to people I’ve met, the food I love. Maybe even teach you to surf.”
“Only if the water is warm,” he said with a playful smile.
“Okay, I can live with that.”
“I think… I think I’d like that,” he said. Then he nodded. “Yes, I would. I’ve never really travelled much, but there are so many places I’d love to see. Things I’d like to try. Plus, it would stop me working so much. And we’d get to avoid the Yorkshire winters.”
“Absolutely. And think of all the cool flavour combinations we could come back with.”
“Luckily Alfie and Milo are good at being test subjects.” He glanced away for a second and chewed his lip. “Do you think they’d mind if I went away?”
“Why would they?” I asked, cupping his jaw and rubbing my thumb across his cheek.
“Well, it might stop them going away. Although I suppose only one of us needs to be in town, just to keep an eye on the place. And it would mean we’d definitely have to close in the winter instead of only doing reduced hours.
But I can ask Alfie to run the numbers on everything.
I think if we make enough money in the summer, we should be able to close for a few months and still pay our salaries, rent, bills etc.
It might actually be the better option instead of wasting money on being open when we won’t sell enough to cover everything. ”
He was clearly thinking through how it would all work, his brain already racing a thousand miles an hour as he tried to problem solve everything at once.
“We don’t have to sort it all now,” I said, gently drawing his attention back to me before he got lost in questions. “We can talk to Alfie and Milo and see what they think, then we can go from there.”
“Sounds sensible,” he said. “Although I might start putting some ideas together of places I’d like to visit. Just in case.”
“Perfect.” I drew him into another kiss, happiness radiating through my body like pure sunshine.
I’d put a list together too, of all the places I wanted to show him.
It would probably be a long one. One it would take us a while to get through.
But that didn’t matter. We had plenty of time.
A lifetime, hopefully.