Chapter 38

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Darcy’s been holding out on me. Granted, I’ve spent almost no time in this house, but “I feel like the first thing out of your mouth should have been, ‘I have a spa in my house,’ and then I would have said, ‘Sold,’ and there wouldn’t have been any doubt about whose bed I was sleeping in when I got here.”

Darcy laughs as he sets all his jewelry in a bowl placed specifically for it. “I think I wanted you to like me for who I am, not for my bathroom.”

“Me liking you was never in question. The size and luxury of your bathroom could have been if I’d known you were the type to renovate half of the house into a spa.”

Dark gray slate tile lines the floor and the planters full of greenery. Behind the plants, river rock walls go up to a glass ceiling that doesn’t look like it leads to the view above my head when I walk outside. It’s a cloudy night tonight with the threat of rain, and I’m looking out of the glass ceiling at a blue-green sky with a sun shining down, feeding the plants its energy.

“What sun is that?” I ask curiously as we strip out of the rest of our clothes, pushing them into a laundry chute.

Darcy glances up before he walks over to the shower, sitting on one of the stools there. “It’s Sol, but it’s looking up at the midmorning sky. The glass is a portal. If you could pass through it, you would find yourself in China or Russia, or more likely in Western Australia. The portal is programmed to seek out spring and summer sun as much as possible.”

“What if you want a nighttime spa experience?”

Darcy points to a panel next to the laundry chute as he ducks to get his hair wet. The panel is labeled with moods: sunny, melancholy, sleepy, hungry, raging, wrathful, horny, and something that is scratched out.

I hit the horny button out of curiosity, and the room goes from sunny to dim lighting with background new age pop music with sexy moans and groans as vocals. Honestly, it really does it for me. The glass opens a portal to what looks like a nebula, which is incredible because a nebula shouldn’t look like anything from this close, so there must be a color filter on the glass.

It’s entrancing until Darcy calls to me. “Peach, git yer ass over here so I can clean it.”

I grin at his insistence, take my leg off, set it safely away from the water, grab my crutches, and hop my bountiful bum over to him. He stands, helping me down onto the stool, and moves his stool to sit in front of me.

“You’re going to wash me?” I tease as he turns the shower wand on and tests the heat on my leg.

“That hot enough?”

I nod in response and he douses me. He pulls my neck so that I’m bent forward and wets my hair, then he washes me head to toe, front to back, and ends with the offer of a douche, which I take him up on. It’s a little weird using a floor toilet after my douche, but Darcy helps me balance, offering to have an American style toilet installed since squatting isn’t something I’m used to. It’s a nice gesture, but there are three other bathrooms in his house that have American style toilets; this one doesn’t need the same treatment, and it wouldn’t work with the vibe of the spa, so I refuse the offer and let him rinse me off when I’m done evacuating the douche water.

Wet Darcy with no makeup on is something of a surprise. He’s got the face of an angel, pretty pink lips, and once you get his hair off his forehead, he looks like he could be any Korean pop idol.

“You are ridiculously pretty. Smoking hot when you have your makeup on, but without it, I want to come on your face.”

A wicked grin ruins the angelic facade as he helps me through a door and into the bathroom. Yes, we were in a bathroom, but this is the room with the floor set bath with little candles floating in the water and steam rising from the pool. There are towels strategically placed around the room for anyone to rest their head on, and if I didn’t know we hadn’t hopped a portal to Japan, I might be convinced we had.

“You wanna see your cum on my face? I’m more’n happy to oblige, darlin’.”

I don’t even have to think about that offer. “Can I fuck your face?”

A low rumble shakes the room. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

He helps me sit on the edge of the pool, butt cushioned by a towel, and slips into the pool in front of me. It’s a shallow pool that allows him to kneel or crouch eye level with my dick, and I figure out which when he pulls my foot up to rest it on his knee. He pulls my short leg over his shoulder as he bends to take my mostly hard dick into his mouth.

He sucks with the perfect amount of pressure to really stoke my fires, rolling his tongue along the underside of my shaft. As soon as I’m fully hard, he pops up, looking up at me with an innocent smile that could charm the socks off a church lady. “Jus’ remember, Peach, ya cain’t hurt me. Fuck me as hard and deep as ya like.”

“Oh fuck,” I hiss, grateful for the permission as I grab two fists full of his hair and pull him back onto my cock.

Immediately my short leg gets in the way, so I spread my thighs, leverage my hips using my other leg, and pull his head down, shoving my cock as deep down his throat as possible. The sound of him choking freezes me for a moment, but when I try to push him off my cock, he resists, letting me know I’m doing what he wants.

“It’s a good thing I want that too.”

It takes me a few tries, but I eventually find a rhythm of push and pull that gets me as deep into his throat as I want to be without losing my leverage or my balance. Every time he swallows around my cock, I swear I’m going to shoot, but then I pull him up, and his tear stained face, red from use, strikes me in the heart, and those pretty brown eyes delve deep into my soul, and it gives me the stamina to thrust one more time.

My balls draw up, and the tingle of impending lighting warns me that I really won’t last another minute. I pull him off my cock, holding him in place as I shuttle my hand over my shaft, taking myself straight to the edge and over into bliss. I shoot my load all over his face, rubbing out every last drop of spunk before pushing my cock back between his delectable lips.

He’s wrecked, a beautiful mess, covered in the evidence of my ardor, and fuck if it’s not the single most important thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s a realization that hits me like I didn’t already know we were mates.

This man is mine.

“I’m never going to forget this moment, and now I wish I could take a picture of it. You’re mine, Darcy. You know that, right? I’m yours, but you’re also mine.”

Darcy blinks slowly, smiling softly. “You only just realized?”

I huff softly, laughing at myself. “I’m not the possessive type.”

Darcy shifts us, standing up face to face with me. “I had noticed that, and yes, Peach. I’m yours.”

Despite the mess on his face, or more accurately, because of it, I pull him in for a heated, sexy, passionate kiss, saturating my tongue in the taste of mine .

Who knew a boy like me would find my forever this week? And hey, we saved the universe too—good karma all around.