I knew we still had things to talk about, and so much still to figure out, but that could wait for a little bit longer.
Owen wanted me, was choosing me, and I was doing the same.
That was enough to give me hope we could make this work.
Chapter Twenty-One
Owen
I rushed through my shower,scrubbing the sand and salt off my skin as fast as I could and dunking my head under the spray in the hope it would at least wash the worst of the seawater out of it. If I needed one, I could have another shower later.
I had more important things to do than scrub every inch of myself.
Darcy had forgiven me and we’d talked—really talked—to each other about our fears and how we felt for the first time. And although I knew that couldn’t be the only conversation we had, otherwise we’d go right back to square one, it was a start.
Maybe now we’d be able to talk about where we went from here and what we wanted. I still liked the idea of travelling, but not permanently. But, if the shop was going to be closed over the winter, maybe I could take Darcy to some of my favourite places in the world for a month or two.
Plus, if we went to places that were warm, we could eat a ton of ice cream, shaved ice, and local desserts, and it would totallycount as research for the shop! There were so many flavour combinations to try, so many things to see, taste, and explore.
And I wanted to do all of them with Darcy.
Turning off the water, I climbed out of the shower and began to hurriedly rub myself dry with a towel. I paused for a second, towel draped over my head, and frowned, listening carefully. I could have sworn I’d heard Darcy moan…
A smirk crossed my lips as the sound slid around the door: an unmistakeable, needy groan.
My poor angel was clearly desperate. He couldn’t even wait ten minutes for me.
I threw the towel over the corner of the bathroom door as I sauntered towards Darcy’s room, my cock hardening as a series of sweet little moans filled my ears. Pausing in the bedroom doorway, I leant against the doorframe and casually stroked my dick as I drank in the sight in front of me.
Darcy was spread out in the middle of his bed, his clothes thrown onto the floor around him. His legs were spread and he had one hand between his thighs, his fingers toying with his hole, while his other hand was wrapped loosely around his cock, teasing himself with long, slow strokes.
He didn’t seem to have realised I was there, because his eyes were closed, his head tipped back as he lost himself in his pleasure. It was the most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen, and I didn’t think I’d forget the way he looked for a long, long time.
I kept watching for another couple of minutes, leisurely jerking myself off as Darcy started to finger himself. Fuck, he looked so good with his legs spread wide and two fingers in his arse. I wondered whether he’d meant to go so quickly, or whether he was just so desperate that he needed more.
“Mmm, fuck, angel, you look amazing like this,” I said with a low groan, using my thumb to smear precum across the head of my dick. “So desperate for me already.”
“Y-You were taking too long,” he said as his eyes fluttered open, a teasing smile caressing the corner of his mouth as he looked over at me.
I chuckled as he lifted his legs off the bed, showing off his hole. “How long did you wait?”
“A couple of minutes. But I was desperate.” He gasped wantonly as he fucked himself with two fingers before adding a third. “I-I-I’m so horny, Owen. Please! I need you.”
“I know, but I’m having fun watching. Fuck yourself for me, angel. Put on a show.”
“Can I… fuck, can I get a toy?”
“Of course.”
He groaned as he pulled his fingers out of his arse then crawled over to the edge of the bed, pulling open the drawer of his bedside table and lifting out a glass dildo. It wasn’t long, but there were several ridges along the shaft, each one getting bigger as they got toward the flared base.
Darcy’s eyes met mine as he poured lube onto the dildo and stretched out again, lifting his legs, and pressing the cool glass to his waiting hole. “Oh, fuck!” He moaned loudly as he slid the toy deep inside himself, until all I could see was the base.
“Yeah? Does that feel good, angel? Is it filling you up enough?” I asked, my eyes fixed on him. I was barely stroking my cock now, because if I kept going I’d come all over the carpet before I got to fuck him. And I wanted to give Darcy everything he needed.
“For now.”
“Don’t worry, you’ll get my cock too. But first, I want to watch you fuck yourself.”
