I carded my fingers through the soft locks of his hair, tugging on them gently until his groan reached my ears. “You’re beautiful. Do you get that?” I’d known Darcy long enough to understand exactly what he needed. He’d been mocked his entire life, told what to do, and I wanted to give him something he wasn’t used to—compliments. I’d had plenty of time to check him out when I’d worked here, and I doubted anything had changed. It was so easy for the professionals to call him the Ice Prince, but they’d never tried to thaw his heart. They enjoyed insulting him behind his back. “I remember the first day I saw you. You left me breathless with how gorgeous you were.”
He licked up the length of my shaft, moaning, and while it wasn’t the best blow job I’d had, I didn’t care. This was Darcy between my legs, the man I’d wanted since I’d laid eyes on him.
“You were surrounded by beautiful whores, but they never compared. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from you.” I scraped my nails over his scalp, and his groans vibrated down my cock. Warmth spread through me, igniting my insides like wildfires I’d seen when I’d lived in California as a kid. It was hard to believe I had Darcy Winters between my legs with my cock in his mouth. I’d waited too fucking long for this. “I wanted to bend you over and fuck you right then and there. I didn’t care who was watching. I wanted you to be mine.”
He grabbed my thighs, fingernails biting into my skin as he popped his mouth off me. “You’re a liar,” he whispered. “The professionals are hotter than me, and they’re better at this.”
The edge of defiance in his voice made my balls ache. He wanted me to fight him on this. “No, they’re nothing compared to you, boy. Even though I can’t see now, you’re all Iseein my mind. I’m imagining what you look like between my legs. Tell me, what are you wearing?”
He let out a breath, his nails digging deeper into my thighs. “Nothing except my underwear.”
“Tell me about them? Briefs?” I tugged on his hair with a little more roughness, and he gasped, a sound that went straight to my nuts. My cock throbbed and precum built at the slit, begging for Darcy’s mouth again.
“Yeah. They’re just… red.” He snorted. “I didn’t expect to be sold tonight, or I would have worn something nicer.”
I doubted that. Darcy was a stubborn man, and if he’d known he was going to be sold, he would have convinced Madam Winters not to do it. He could always be persuasive at the best of times, if not relentless. He’d learned that from his mother. I traced the curve of his forehead and down his nose, imagining the face I’d fallen for. When I reached his lips, I stroked my thumb over the bottom one. “I don’t believe you. Can you take them off for me?”
“I….” He sighed with a huff and his blurred body moved out of my eyesight. There was a noise of feet stomping, and then he was back between my knees again. “There. I’m naked.”
“Stand for me, boy. I want to feel you.” I crooked my finger at him, gesturing for him to come closer.
I didn’t have to see his face to picture the hesitation on it. Darcy was nervous, and I couldn’t work out why. After a few long moments, he stood and moved between my thighs, his knees nudging my cock. I put my hands on his waist, stroking my thumbs over the prominent hip bones that jutted out.
Sliding my hands down lower, I mapped the back of his thighs and over his asscheeks, listening to the breathy sounds of pleasure he made when I squeezed the meaty flesh there. When I came back to his front, I curled my fingers around the base of his cock, the soft hair at his crotch guiding me to my prize. His cock wasn’t anywhere near as big as mine, but he was thick and veiny, with his foreskin still attached—a surprise I wasn’t expecting. I wished more than anything I could see his face as I leaned forward to take him into my mouth.
He gasped, fingers gripping my hair as I sucked on the head of his erection. He tasted salty when I used my tongue to push back his foreskin. While I’d never been a fan of giving head, I wanted to devour Darcy everywhere, from his lips to his ballsack to his asshole. I sucked him in deeper, taking my time to lap at him and trace the length of his cock. When I took him to the back of my throat, he whined so beautifully that my cock jerked with need. His half hardness turned into a firm, solid weight under the relentless laving of my tongue.
“Oh God. Fuck.” He shivered under my hold and moaned loudly. “That feels so good.”
“Mm.” I popped my lips off and smiled up at him. “You like that, sweet prince? I want to take care of you, Darcy. Give you the world. Just tell me you want this. Tell me to fuck you.”
He inhaled, then exhaled, and said, “Please, fuck me, sir.”
Excitement shot through me, and my nuts tightened in anticipation. I was finally going to be inside Darcy Winters tonight, and nothing could replace myneedfor that. Standing, I slid off my suit jacket and removed my tie. My shirt went next. I smiled at him when he touched my elbow. I guided him onto the bed, and he followed my lead, not taking pity on me and treating me like an invalid. I’d had more than one experience with guys who thought I needed their help in this arena. One thing I hadn’t forgotten how to do was fuck. I might be blind, but I could still rock my way into bliss.
The mattress shifted, and then he was laid out before me like a feast. As much as I craved to taste every inch of his body, I needed to be inside him first. I reached out, patting the bed until I found the condom and lube. Smiling down in his direction, I opened the foil square.
“I bet you’re so beautiful, lying there waiting for me to take care of you. I fucking wish I could see you right now, Darcy. I’d give anything for it.” I reached out and touched him, tickling my fingers over his belly.
He grabbed my hand and raised it, surprising me when he kissed my palm. It was the signal I needed to continue. Hewantedto hear everything I had to say. I’d bet every cent I’d spent tonight that he’d never been spoiled the way he should have been.
I gave his cock another stroke, and he gasped. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to the image of you in front of me. Even when I could see, all I thought about was you. Your long, lean body bent in half as I drilled my fat cock inside you.”
He shivered under my touch, and I kept talking as I rolled the condom onto myself.
“When I was with other guys, I fantasized it was you beneath me, moaning for me to fuck you harder.”
He groaned and moved, and for a moment I was afraid I’d said the wrong thing, mentioning other men, but then he grabbed my hand and placed the lube into my palm. “Just get on with it,” he muttered, but there was no fire in his tone. He wanted me to fuck him, but he didn’t want me to shut up. Darcy Winters needed to feel special.
I flipped open the lube lid and squeezed some onto my fingers before I wrapped them around my cock and spread it out over my length. When I was sure I was nice and slathered up, I crawled between his legs, entranced by the dark, blurry outline of him opening them. I was glad more than ever I was having a good night with my vision because days like this were rare. Lights flashed around him, dancing like shadowy figures. He was the star of my show, though. I touched my fingers to his hole, and he sucked in a deep breath that made me pause.
“I haven’t put them in yet. Are you okay?”
“Fine,” he said. “Hurry up.”
I frowned but pressed the tip of one finger inside him. He wasclenched. I’d never had my digits squeezed quite like this. “Boy, I need you to loosen up.”
“I am.” The way he said it sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth.
