Darcy groaned as he gripped the base of the dildo and began to pump it in and out of his arse. A symphony of moans and gasps filled the room, his legs trembling as he tried to keep them in the air. His fingers were loosely wrapped around his dick, buthe seemed to have forgotten about stroking it. His back arched and his feet landed on the bed as he tried to fuck himself on the toy, delicious, slutty groans dripping from his lips as he slammed the dildo into his hole over and over.
“O-Owen,” he said with a whine, looking at me pleadingly. “P-Please. It’s not enough.”
“What do you need, angel?”
“Your cock. I need you to fuck me. W-Want you to fill me up.”
“Yeah? Does my pretty angel need to be full?”
“Fuck, yes!” He groaned, pulling the toy out and dropping it onto the bed, giving me the perfect view of his fluttering hole. “Stop teasing and fuck me. I need you!”
There was no way I could resist him.
I strode over to the edge of the bed and pulled a condom from the open drawer. Darcy watched, panting, as I ripped the wrapper open with trembling hands and quickly rolled it on. Then I grabbed his hips, making him gasp in surprise, and lifted his arse, tipping him back slightly. He seemed uncertain for a second, then he got the idea and wrapped his legs around my waist. It was a little awkward to reach between us and press my cock against his slick, waiting pucker, but fuck, it was worth it when I slid inside him.
Darcy cried out as I filled him, his hands grabbing the duvet on either side of his head as I gripped his hips tightly.
“Fuck, angel! You feel so good. Such a perfect, tight hole for my cock,” I said as I started to fuck him. I’d meant to go slowly, draw it out, but all thoughts of that disappeared as I slammed into him. Darcy moaned with every thrust, pleas for “more” and “harder” falling from his mouth as I pounded him.
He was so beautifully loud, so unguarded in his pleasure, and I loved every second of it. I didn’t care who heard us, I was too focused on making him scream. My thighs and arms were starting to burn, but I pushed the feeling away.
Darcy’s pleasure came first.
Everything else was secondary.
“Touch yourself, Darcy,” I said with a low moan. “Want to watch you come for me.”
Darcy screamed with pleasure as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, barely touching himself before ropes of cum were painting his skin as his body shook. The sound felt like it was etching itself on my soul, and it was everything I’d needed.
My whole body was on fire as I chased my release, but when Darcy looked up at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks and whispered, “Give it to me, Owen,” it was game over. Pleasure replaced the burning in my muscles, my breath coming in gasped pants as my fingers dug into his hips, my cock pulsing inside him.
Slowly, I pulled out and carefully lowered him to the bed. I stumbled slightly on my feet before flopping down next to him—the combination of no sleep, swimming, and sex enough to turn my legs to jelly.
Darcy rolled over, sprawling across my chest so he could kiss me. “That was fun.”
“It was.”
“I needed that.”
“Me too,” I said, brushing a hand through his hair. “I love how loud you are when we fuck.”
“Is… it’s not too much?” he asked, an embarrassed flush blooming across his cheeks.
“No, of course not. I love it. Always have. Why would that change now?”
“Okay… good. Good.”
“Trust me, angel. I’d let the whole of Heather Bay hear us. Then they’d all know how lucky I am.”
His flush darkened and he laughed softly. “I don’t know how I’d feel about that. People might try and steal you away for your magical sex powers.”
“I’m not going anywhere. You’re the only one for me.” I kissed him again, pouring every drop of affection I could into a single press of my lips.
“Does that mean you’re staying then?” he asked. “In Heather Bay?”
“Yes, if you’ll have me.”
Darcy grinned and squeezed me tightly, burying his head in my neck. “Of course I will!”
