“I’d put your head back on your shoulders if you lost it.” It’s awesome that he can heal from that.
The smile that lifts the corners of his lips is affectionate and pleased, and he lifts my fingers to that smile, kissing my knuckles. “Thanks, Peach.”
“You’re welcome. So, I wouldn’t suggest this to just any rando I met with a brand and tattoo like this, but why not remove it? She’s dead, right? Get rid of it.” I figure if he can heal from a cut on his arm, the scar from removal is probably better than the brand.
He glances down at it. “Never thought to. Out of sight, out of mind.” He pulls his favorite knife from its sheath and he presses the edge of it to his skin. After a moment’s hesitation, he stops and pulls the knife away. “It’s a bad angle.”
“Yeah, getting the back of your leg is a challenge, especially if you need to see what you’re doing,” I agree, holding out my hand. “I got you.”
He frowns at me. “Have you ever skinned an animal?”
I laugh at that. “Nah. I’m a farm boy—we grew crops and sent animals to the butcher. I’ve plucked a few fowl, but we didn’t skin them before roasting them.”
Darcy slides the knife into a sheath on his hip. “I’ve got a few people I can ask who have some experience skinning animals.”
“Probably smarter to do it that way,” I agree.
Darcy peers at me for a brief moment before sitting back on his butt and leaning back on his hands, mirroring my pose. “Pull your dick out and stroke yourself for me.”
The immediate shot ofyes-of-course-sirthat stirs up my libido makes me reach for my pants, opening them with all due haste. “If you make me come now, I might not be able to later when you’re fucking me,” I warn him. “I’m fine with not coming every time sex happens. Sometimes a guy just needs a connection to another guy and orgasms aren’t required for that.”
That smirk he wears when he’s up to something naughty reappears on his pretty face. “I can guarantee you come everytime you want to, Peach, but a little edging ain’t never hurt a body.”
“Never edged myself,” I admit, stroking my quickly hardening cock as I was told to.
Darcy watches my hand move up and down my shaft. “Fuck a Sunday sacrament, Peach. That pretty lil cock’s gonna haunt my dreams fer a lifetime.”
I chuckle at the thought that my cock would be anything special, especially compared to the one snaking down the leg of his skinny jeans.
“Nah, don’tcha laugh. Yer cock is gorgeous. I might need to immortalize it in silicone before I letcha go. Stroke the tip. Spread that drop of precum around fer me. Good, Peach. Fuck. Just like that.”
Instructions are hot to take, and his voice makes obeying easy. “Fuck,” I whisper as I use my thumb to spread the precum around the tip.
“I’m gon’ have to get me a taste of that purdy lil thing,” Darcy drawls, slowly stroking over the length of his shaft. “C’mere, Peach. Put your cock in my mouth. Gimme a taste of that.”
Fuck me.
I scramble to my knees as he lies back. I swing my leg over his chest, crawling up his body until I’m in the right position. “Cradle my head and fuck my mouth,” he orders me.
He opens his mouth and sucks my cock in as I cup my hands around the back of his neck and head. I groan at the warm, wet heat and the dance of his tongue along my shaft. His deep baritone hum vibrates through my shaft as I cautiously pump my hips, pulling his head closer. My balance falters, but he catches me, grabbing my hips with both hands to stabilize me.
“Fuck, this is everything,” I rasp, reveling in the slide of my cock in and out of his mouth.
I hit the back of his throat with every slide, but he doesn’t even bat an eye at the intrusion. He pulls me closer when I thrust, and then holds me there, refusing to allow me to withdraw. Instinctively I clutch his head closer and push my cock further, and then he swallows. He eases my hip back and I take the hint, pulling out. He sets a rhythm he likes with gentle pressure from his grip on my hips, and I thrust in accordance with his nonverbal instructions. As the pleasure builds, my pace quickens and my cock slips farther down his throat with every pass.
Holding his head and watching my cock disappear into his mouth is a sight that burns into my memory. His eyes tell me he’s in control, that I’m the debauched one, and the knowledge of that steals my breath. Panting and shaking from the pleasure of it all, it’s far too soon when my eyes roll back in my head and the base of my spine starts tingling to let me know that I need to stop if this is really just an edging session.
“Gonna come,” I confess, crying as Darcy pushes my hips back and pulls off my cock altogether.
“Well done,” he praises me, rubbing my ass and squeezing it as a reward for behaving even though I could have just come down his throat and let his magic take me to heaven later.
I slowly get off him, sitting on my ass as I breathe through the heat of an impending orgasm. The tension eases with each breath, but I think three good strokes and I’d have shot off if he hadn’t stopped me. It hurts to pull back from that.
“Edging sucks,” I grouse, deciding the only way to stop myself from touching my dick is to sit on my hands.
He chortles like a villain, and I think he might be, at the very least, an antihero. “The payoff is worth it.”
I huff and look away to distract myself. My breath stills. In the bright afternoon light, the Great Wall of China snakesthrough the dense Badaling National Forest, standing as a testament to human achievement.
