Owen
I knewmy angel had a wild side, he’d simply needed some encouragement to let it out.
What I’d seen so far was a bossy, bratty, demanding man with a beautiful mouth who needed to be fucked, used, and adored. And I was very happy to oblige.
Darcy moaned wantonly as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, flicking my tongue over his slit and teasing the sensitive skin. His fingers tightened in my hair, trying to pull me down, but I wasn’t going to give him exactly what he wanted.
I was going to give him what he needed.
And what he really needed, more than anything else, was to switch off and let go.
My fingers brushed over his hole as I bobbed my head, taking more of his cock with every move until it hit the back of my throat. Darcy groaned, his hips jerking as the dual sensations flooded him with pleasure. His legs trembled on either side of me and I wished I had more hands so I could touch every inch of him.
I already knew he was going to come. He was so wound up and on edge, and I wondered how long it had been since he’d really allowed himself release. Not just a quick wank in the shower or before bed, where he’d get off in two minutes and go straight back to thinking about work—but something where he took time to enjoy his body and his pleasure. Where he drew things out, teased himself, and used things like toys or good porn to heighten the experience and give himself an orgasm that wrung him dry and left him breathless and shaking.
“O-Owen,” Darcy said, stretching my name out to a whine. “I… I… I’m…”
My lips curled into a smirk as I sucked him, saliva dripping down his shaft and sliding down his taint to where my fingers circled his arse. It hadn’t taken nearly as long as I’d thought it would to render him speechless and I wasn’t anywhere near done either.
I kept working his cock, dragging him closer and closer to his orgasm because I needed to hear him come. My own dick was rock hard between my legs, the taste and smell of Darcy driving me wild as I devoured him.
I couldn’t wait to fuck him.
He was going to feel so good around my cock.
“Owen!” Darcy gasped frantically, one hand pulling my hair as his hips bucked up and the other scrabbling frantically on the sheets as he tried to find something to hold on to. “I’m… I’m gonna! Oh fuck, oh fuck…fuck!”
His cock pulsed on my tongue, filling my mouth with hot, salty cum as Darcy moaned and writhed, like his body didn’t know how to cope with the onslaught of pleasure. I lifted my head as much as I could to watch him, drinking in the sight and devoting it to memory. His chest was heaving, his thighs trembling, and his mouth open in a perfectOof surprise and delight.
Fuck, it was like he’d been saving it all for me.
But I couldn’t tell him that, because my mouth was still full of his cum and softening cock.
And I didn’t want to swallow, because I had plans for that cum.
Slowly, I pulled off his cock and let it rest on his hip, watching as a little of his release pooled around the base and clung to his pubic hair. I wanted to lick it up, but I also liked the sight of it there as a reminder Darcy could let go when he needed to.
My hands ran along his thighs, gently lifting them into the air and placing them on my shoulders, tilting him backwards and showing off his waiting hole. It had been so patient, and now it was time to give it the attention it deserved.
After all, I’d promised to ruin Darcy and that involved wringing as many orgasms out of him as I could.
“What are you… oh, you don’t have to… I…ahh!” Darcy cried out as I slowly dribbled cum down his taint and used two fingers to gently rub it into the sensitive skin of his hole. Cum wasn’t the best lube in the world, but I wasn’t planning on using it to fuck him. I was just going to use it to start opening him up.
More cum dripped from my tongue as I ran it across the furled skin, pressing his release into him with every flick. Darcy shifted slightly and arched his back as his thighs twitched, gently squeezing the sides of my head. I grinned as he moaned loudly, teasingly rubbing one finger over his hole and gently starting to press inside.
“S-Shit! Oh… fuck, Owen,” Darcy said, panting and moaning as he squirmed. He looked so beautiful like this, totally unguarded and enveloped in bliss. I was never going to forget it.
But I didn’t intend for tonight to be the only time I saw him this way.
After all, stress relief wasn’t simply a one-time thing.
“Do you like that, angel?” I asked, lifting my head and giving him a second to breathe. His cock was already getting hard again, and it jumped as I slowly pushed my finger further inside him, rubbing the tip teasingly over his sweet spot. “Sound so pretty.” I kissed the inside of his thigh. “But I think you can be louder. Want to hear you scream for me, baby.”
“I-If you fuck me, you will,” Darcy said with the softest chuckle before he arched his back again, his eyes fluttering shut as he moaned and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Oh, I’m planning to. Just like I promised.” I pressed another kiss to the inside of his thigh, then sucked a small mark into the pale skin. Nobody would see it but him, and it would remind him of exactly what we’d done. “Do you have any lube? Condoms?”
Darcy frowned and I could see him trying to focus, although I guessed it wasn’t easy with my finger in his arse, fucking him slowly. “Somewhere. I think. Maybe? I should have checked.”
