Chapter 10

10

I know no one’s judging my enthusiasm unkindly, but the way I drop to my knees and hoover that thing into my mouth—well, Darcy can’t accuse me of not being present for this BJ. Honestly, I have done some perfunctory blowies, so it’s not like I’ve never gotten distracted while getting a lover off, but not this time. Plus, Darcy doesn’t seem like the type to degrade his partners, more like the type to praise—

“Oh you’re good at that, ain'tcha, Peach?”

Shudder .

That voice. I think I’ll probably die a happy man for having sucked this dick because of the deep voice attached to it.

Good lord .

His dick is big when it’s soft, and I’m delighted—giddy—to get this beautiful thing in my mouth while it’s all soft and warm. It feels like a sleepy morning snuggle, like I’m hugging his cock with my tongue. It hardens as I suck, learning the map of his veins, and I’m forced to pull back to accommodate the length and thickness. I’m not against choking on dick, but I gotta lead up to that, and this one’s exceptionally large and will need more attentiveness than normal.

For now, I enjoy the steady pull of arousal and joy from feeling him go from soft to hard—there’s no rush. No need to. I like this part of being between his legs.

“Damn, Peach. Your mouth is perfect. I’m going to have to taste it later. You gon’ gimme control?”

I’m a little too busy for words, so I reach up and move his hand to the back of my head to let him know he can grab hold if he wants to.

“Oh Peach, that’s awful sweet of you, but you’re doin’ a job here, and I’m enjoying yer work.”

It’s his choice if he wants to take control later, but now he knows he can.

Gah, this cock is both a show-er and a grow-er. Whew-ee. I get my hand wrapped around the base and start a slow slide—we’re not in a hurry yet. I follow my hand with my mouth, slowly pressing him further into my throat closer to my limit with each bob.

“That’s good. You can git deeper. Look at you. I know it’s big, but you’re gon’ suck it into that pretty little throat, ain'tcha Peach?”

Encouragement is always nice. It takes a few more tries before I get it lodged as far back as I’m going to get him, and I hang there, holding my breath and resisting the urge to cough as I stroke his balls. I pull back, running my hand up and down his long shaft as I suck and lick the crown and catch my breath. As soon as I do, I push him down my throat again, looking up to find breathless approval in his eyes.

“Fuck yeah,” he rasps. “Yer utterly gorgeous like this. I’d love seeing you on my cock like this every fucking day. You been made to take this dick.”

I pull off, gasping for air when my lungs demand it. The ache in my pants reminds me that I’m enjoying myself as much as he is, and I’d like to get off, but waiting until he’s in me later is going to make the explosion so much more epic. I could take my pleasure now and later, but this cock will be better if I’m desperate for it. There’s something to be said for need when trying out new rides.

I jack him as I catch my breath, then dive right back onto his cock, going for broke again. He hisses and his hips twitch, then his fingers curl into my hair and the pain of his grip sends sparks of pleasure snaking all over my body under my skin like —well, like magic.

“Hold on, Peach. It’s my turn.” His gruff voice sends another burst of pleasure sparking through me.

I grip his hips and he takes over, fucking up into my mouth as he holds my hair. He’s careful not to go farther than I can handle. In fact, he doesn't push himself as far as I would have. I get the sense of his impending orgasm from his labored breathing as he thrusts into my throat harder and faster. Magical sparks of pleasure shoot through me from where he has a grip on me. It feels like my blood’s on fire, and I scramble for the button on my pants, because fuck, I’m going to make a mess in my underoos if I don’t get my dick out.

Darcy growls, a low rumble that shakes my bones, reminding me that he’s the most dangerous man I’ve ever met and that he’s in full control of me. Somehow that knowledge makes everything better.

I barely get my hands between my dick and my underwear before Darcy’s thighs start shaking and he shoves his cock in as deep as he dares, exploding with the pleasure of the moment. The bitterness of cum and the taste of ash hit my tongue as he pulses in my mouth. The magic sparking out of his hands hits me and I follow him into orgasm. For a few blissful seconds, nothing hurts, and everything is pure pleasure. I pulse and throb, sucking the last of his cum out of him and swallowing it down. My mind goes silent and then Darcy’s voice fills it.

“Beautiful, Peach. Stunning. Fuck, yer gorgeous. Look at you. Ain’t never seen a prettier peach in my life.”

Another spark of magic pulses through me, causing my dick to throb like I just gave myself a thorough self-suck. (I tried that once. It was fun, but folding myself in half isn’t something I’d do on a regular basis for an orgasm.)

Darcy slowly releases me from his grip, but he redirects my head to lie on his thigh. “Just suck for a minute, Peach. I like a little overstim aftercare.”

Oh that’s nice. Good for him, telling me what he needs after an orgasm. I’m here for whatever he wants.

I relax on his thigh, sucking on his crown as he softens in my mouth. In the haze of the after O glow, I revel in the entire experience. I loved feeling him in my throat and the moment Darcy took control. The sparks of magic that enhanced the entire experience were incredible, and then there is Darcy’s cum—that ashiness—which reminds me of that time I got a little too close to the coals when I was toasting my marshmallow at camp. The outside of the marshmallow was pure carbon. I ate it because I’m not about wasting treats, and Darcy’s ashy cum is a treat. It’s going to be a challenge not getting attached to this kind of sex.

“You’re a peaceful kind of partner,” Darcy sighs, running his fingers through my hair as his pretty brown eyes ignite again. “I like that more than I would’ve expected.”

I smile around his dick and hum softly, thanking him for the compliment.

He smiles down at me, and honestly, he’s just so fucking handsome that my lungs still as my mind takes a picture of him, locking this moment in the permanent memory vault. I never want to forget how Darcy looks after he comes—relaxed, laconic, happy.

I sit there, watching Darcy as he pets my hair and studies me, until my legs start tingling. His eyes never leave my face, and while I can’t tell exactly what he’s thinking, it’s something strong because those eyes blaze the entire time with white hot fire.

When my legs start telling me it’s time to move, I release his cock and ask, “That good? My legs are going numb.”

Darcy’s usual smirk makes a brief appearance, but it morphs immediately into something far more tender. “Yeah, you did good, Peach.”

“We both did,” I agree, kissing his dick before awkwardly getting to my feet.

I wait while the mild feeling of ants in both of my feet (yes, I do get phantom sensation, and it is as unsettling as it sounds) fades before taking my cum covered hand to the kitchen sink and washing away the proof of concept (BJs are awesome).

While I dry my hands, Darcy finds my half drunk coffee from this morning and pours it over ice before handing it to me.

Look at that: coffee aftercare.

I thank him and sip the sweet concoction. Bliss. Coffee heaven. “You can make me coffee any time. Honestly, ten out of ten. Better than Spacebucks.”

Darcy laughs a deep rumbly laugh that reminds me of volcanic mountain gods. “Obviously. The Foxily beans are artisan. Starbucks is Starbucks.”

“It’s comforting that it’s the same in space as it is in the city. So, I’ll see you tonight after you do whatever murder you’re thinking of doing today?” I don’t think he’d actually straight up murder any—

WHAM!

The loud sound of someone hitting my door interrupts that thought, startling me. I spill a little of my coffee over my hand and lick it up as I move to the door to find out what’s going on in the hall.

“What are you doing?” Darcy demands, moving in front of me and forcing me to stop.

I glance behind him to the door. “Answering the door?” Does his culture ignore visitors?

Darcy sneers at that, lip raised and nose wrinkled—his face talks so loudly sometimes. “That wasn’t a knock, Peach. That was a threat.”

WHAM! WHAM!

I look at him skeptically. “You could handle any threat on the other side of that door, and it would be better to know what’s happening than to ignore it and get surprised later,” I point out.

Darcy narrows his eyes at me. “You’re not wrong, but this is foolishness.”

“Being polite isn’t foolish,” I shrug, unlocking the door and swinging it open. I stare at the danger end of a hand gun pointed right in my face. “That’s weird.” I peek around the gun to my neighbor. “He’s always been so friendly. Something wrong, Blain?” I ask curiously.

“Move back,” he demands, so I take a couple of steps backward and he follows me inside, slamming my door behind him. “Who the fuck is this guy?” he demands, waving the gun at Darcy.

“My hookup slash coffee angel slash bounty hunter.” That’s a pretty good summary.

“You’re fucking him? How could you do that? He’s not good enough for you!” Blain points the gun at Darcy.

“You probably shouldn’t threaten himmm…” I trail off because…

Darcy growls like a primeval volcano monster (seriously, why does he remind me of volcanoes?), then he moves faster than Blain can do anything about and punches my neighbor in the face.

The back of Blain's head explodes outward and brain matter spatters the back of my front door.

“Gross.”

The body drops to the floor.

I guess Darcy will straight up murder someone. That’s good information to have.