“To a resort with a top-notch spa,” I whispered, leaning closer and dotting kisses along his jaw. “You need to relax.”
“We have a spa at the Courtesan.” He melted against me when I tongued at a spot on his neck, his pulse thrumming hard and fast. “And I can go to it for free.”
I smiled and licked at his salty column of flesh, wishing nothing more than to litter bites across his skin to show the world he was mine. I didn’t think he’d appreciate being marked yet, but that didn’t stop me from wrapping my hand around his neck to feel every swallow he took, which he did a lot while I was so close to him. “How often do you use it?
He exhaled. “I don’t—”
“Have the time,” I finished for him, and I imagined him glaring, which made me smile. His huff of frustration told me I was right. “No one has time, Darcy, but we need to make it to take care of ourselves. Let me treat you.”
“I don’t even really know who you are,” he muttered. “Only that you were a bodyguard.”
“Isn’t my face familiar?” The hurt at his confession was deep, an ache in my chest at the reminder I had been nothing to him. He couldn’t even remember my name or appearance.
Darcy sighed. “It’s not you.”
I laughed. “Is this theit’s not you it’s mespeech?”
“Not like that,” he growled out, his grip on my fingers tightening. “I don’t pay enough attention towhoworks for us if they’re doing their job without hassling me. Did you work hard?”
“Yes.”
“Then I wouldn’t remember you. I only know the troublemakers, the ones who need either a kick in the ass or to be fired with a reminder about the confidentiality agreement they signed.” Silence filled the car, the soft notes of “Can’t Help Falling in Love” the only noise.
I cupped his cheek, thumb at the edge of his lips so I could feel where his mouth was, before I leaned forward to kiss him. He gasped, and I drew him in even deeper. It hurt to be this close and not be able to fuck him right here in the car. While no one would see us, I didn’t think Darcy would appreciate it.
But a blow job wouldn’t hurt.
“I want you to suck my cock,” I whispered, placing another small kiss at the corner of his mouth.
“What?” His breath picked up pace, and he placed a hand to my chest like he was going to shove me away. He curled his fingers, though, and had obviously changed his mind. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” I slanted my mouth over his, kissing him gently until his muscles turned to jelly under my touch. “Suck my cock, Darcy.”
He shivered, and I tightened my hand around his throat when his Adam’s apple jumped. “Did you enjoy it on Saturday night?”
I smiled. “Are you nervous?”
“No,” he said sharply in a typical Darcy way. It caused me to laugh, and his skin heated under my palm.
“You said you were a virgin that night. Was that the first time you sucked cock, too, sweet prince?” Excitement trickled down my spine as I thought about being the only cock between his lips. I wanted it to stay that way, be his one and only, but first I needed to convince him he had time for a personal life, and that meant stealing him away from it all.
There was a noise that I was fairly sure was a seat belt being unbuckled. He slapped my hand off his neck, and I frowned, but then his fingers were at the zipper of my shorts, tugging it down. He reached in and pulled my fattened cock out of the hole, and for a moment he stayed still, fingers wrapped around the base. I wondered if he was reconsidering, but when I opened my mouth to ask him, he bent forward and sucked the head of my cock.
The wetness and warmth of his mouth had me sighing and leaning back against the seat. Pleasure shot through me, weaving its way south to my balls, filling them with cum. He was perfect in every way, even if he wasn’t the best at blow jobs. I preferred being the only cock he’d had to having a master cocksucker any day, especially when it came to Darcy.
He poked his tongue into my slit, and I hissed, my cock jerking under his hold. I slid my fingers through his soft hair, scraping my nails over his scalp, and listened to the small whimper he let escape. For such a composed man, Darcy made the most beautiful sounds I’d ever heard.
I laid my hand on the back of his neck and pushed him down farther, making him take more of my cock inside his mouth. He pressed the flat of his tongue against the underside of my hard flesh, moaning around me, which created some amazing vibrations against my sensitive dick.
“Fuck, that’s perfect,” I murmured, tickling the skin on his neck. “Can you take a little more?”
I wasn’t a small man, and even the most experienced cocksuckers couldn’t choke me all the way down without gagging, and it wasn’t in my plans to push him. But that didn’t stop me from angling my hips up slightly and nudging a few more inches inside. He gasped and grabbed my thigh, fingernails biting into the material of my shorts.
“You’re so good, Darcy. Fuck, I wish I could see how beautifully you take my cock,” I murmured, sliding my thumb up the side of his throat and finding the rapid pace of his pulse. “Are you hard for me?”
He groaned, slipping a bit more of me inside, until I touched the back of his throat and he gagged and pulled back. He tried again, because he wouldn’t be Darcy if he gave up, but was met with the same resistance from his gag reflex. It didn’t matter to my cock, though. I had Darcy’s lips around me, sucking and licking, and the fact that it washismouth was the only thing that mattered.
Darcy Winters.
