I laughed and reached out for him, curling my fingers around his arm and yanking him inside. I cornered him against the wall until his lips were inches from mine, the small wisps of his breath dancing across my mouth.
“I thought we were showering,” he whispered.
“We are,” I said with a smirk. “I’m showering you with kisses.”
Before he could protest, I slid my lips along his skin, starting at the corner of his mouth and making my way over his jaw, down his neck and chest, taking my time with every inch of his skin. Some special parts of him earned playful nips. His nipples were two of those body parts I paid more attention to than others, scraping my teeth over his nubs and tugging teasingly. I picked one to focus on. Once it was nicely swollen against my tongue, I did the same to the other, listening to the succulent moans that escaped Darcy’s pretty mouth.
I went south, falling to my knees as I slid my tongue into his belly button and cupped his hips with my hands.
“What are you doing?” he murmured, running his fingers through my hair.
I ignored him when I finally got to my real prize—his dick. Wrapping my hand around his hard flesh, I hummed. “You’re fucking perfect, do you know that? I always imagined what your cock would look like.”
It had been such a nice surprise to find he was uncut, and I didn’t stop myself from teasing his foreskin with my thumb. His hips arched, and I kept up toying with him until a soft whimper echoed around the shower.
“Are you pleased, sir?” he asked in his natural Courtesan voice before half chuckling as though he’d amused himself.
I smiled up at him. “So very pleased, but I like more than your dick, Darcy.” I nuzzled his balls, lightly furred with hair and heavy. The slight musk had my stomach running hot. “I like everything about you, and I’m going to prove it.”
“By taking care of me. You’ve said.” Darcy’s breath hitched and he shifted back until I thought he was leaning against the wall. I reached out a hand beside his legs to check and my palm met the cool shower tiles. “You don’t have to keep reminding me.”
“I will until you believe you’re worth it.” I scratched my nails over his thigh, pleased at the feeling of goose bumps rising on his skin. Swiping my tongue over his right nutsack, I moaned. “You taste as good as you smell.”
He let out a sharp breath, and I grinned. I took his ball into my mouth, sucking gently, before moving to do the same with the other. Running my palm up his abdomen, I left it there to feel the quivers as his muscles contracted. If I couldn’t see his reactions to me on my knees in front of him, I wanted to feel them.
The water cascaded around us hard, pounding on my head and down my back, and Darcy swiped my dripping hair off my face, then scraped his nails over my scalp. I blinked up at him, dark, blurry shapes of colors morphing into one cloud with sparks dancing on the edges in front of my eyes.
“You okay?” he whispered, and as much as I hated people treating me like an invalid, this was more than that. His words held genuine concern, and my gut clenched at hearing it.
“Fine.” I tickled his thigh. “Some days my sight’s better than others. Not much, and maybe it’s even my imagination, wishing I could see you. Today is just dark colors and outlines blurring together.”
He crouched until he was at my level and pressed his forehead against mine, the water battering down on us like a strong waterfall. If this was a movie I’d be able to see him, even for a brief moment, but all I got in return was a swirling darkness with glimmering colors that seeped through the murkiness.
“Let me be your eyes, then,” Darcy said, surprising me. I moved back and touched the side of his face, and he grunted like he realized what he’d said was almost… romantic. “I mean, if there’s something you wish you could see and you want to know what it looks like, I can help.”
Less than a few days and he was already warming up to me. Yet I was only getting started. “I’d like that.” I placed an urgent kiss on his lips, and he moaned into it. “But for now, stand up so I can suck your cock.”
I urged him to his feet with my hold on his hips. Once he was steady, I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and began caressing up the length with gentle strokes. My gaze went to him, or where I thought his face should be, and I smiled. He was hard beneath my touch, his slit already leaking precum, his flesh jerking in my palm. “Tell me how badly you want to blow your load.”
“You are sorely mistaken if you think I’m going tobegyou.” His hand went to my hair again, though, as he carded his fingers through it. “But I will tell you that if you don’t suck my cock, I doubt I’ll be relaxed enough to do anything today. I might start thinking about the Courtesan, which would stress me very much. Then I might think about calling Mother again and informing her that I am coming home.”
“Your point has been made,” I said with a booming laugh. “Using my manipulations against me. Touché.”
“I learn quickly.”
I jerked my hand down the length of his cock, the silky warmth of his foreskin moving with me. “I’ll have you begging soon, sweet prince.”
He snorted. “If you say so.”
“Every time you open your mouth, you issue a challenge I can’t say no to,” I murmured, sliding the pad of my thumb over his slit. He sucked in a breath, and I used it as the green light to take the head of his cock between my lips. I took about half of him into my mouth, tonguing his hard flesh while cupping his balls and rolling them in my palms. He tasted salty and clean, all at once, and I’d wanted this for too long. It felt surreal. He’d admitted he didn’t know who I was, but that was Darcy, always caught up in his own small world because he liked control. In a place like the Courtesan, it was necessary for him to know who needed firm orders to do their job, and I hadn’t been one of them.
He moaned above me, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Oh God.”
I smiled around his cock, sucking harder and bobbing it between my lips. With my other hand I wrapped my fingers around my hard shaft, tugging it in time with the blow job. I didn’t just want Darcy to blow his wad, I wanted him to unwind, to disappear into the pleasure of bliss. And selfishly,Ineeded to be the one to do that for him. I wanted to keep him—he just didn’t know how much.
I’d jerked off to images of us fucking too many times, and now that I’d gotten a taste and feel of his body, I couldn’t give it away.
He groaned and his thighs shook, the vibration working its way to his cock. “So close.”
