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My body’s shaking, my breath coming far too quickly, and my chest heaving. Every slow grind of his hips has pleasure exploding through me. It’s too much and somehow not enough, and I can’t stop myself from raising my hips to meet each slow roll of his. I chase the friction of his body until I can’t take it anymore.

My hands come up to grip his waist. “Darcy,” I choke out, my voice raw. “You have to—ohfuck.” A shudder works its way through my body as my cock pulses, wetting the inside of my underwear with a burst of pre-cum. “We have to slow down.”

He does—thankfully—slowing the motion of his hips. It’s not helping, though. It’s actually making everything worse. Better. Fuck. I don’t know. The friction of his cock against mine is making my head spin.

I let my head fall back against the couch, my jaw locking tight as I fight to keep control. My pulse is thundering in my ears, but doing nothing to mute the sounds Darcy is making. My stomach tightens—heat pooling in my balls, unbearable and fucking mind-blowing.

I feel the first pulse of my orgasm, a deep throbbing ache that makes my thighs tense and my breath catch, wet heat pouring from the head of my cock and down my shaft. “Darcy—we have to stop. Too close. Too fucking close.”

He groans, but he stops moving. Thank God.

He doesn’t even give me time to breathe. His hips are still, but he presses forward, kissing me again. His tongue flicks against mine as I pant and gasp into his mouth. Even though he’s not moving, I can still feelso much—every brush of his tongue on mine, the heat of his body, the weight of him pressing into my cock. Every single whimper and moan he feeds me sends sparks flying through my body.

Ishouldpush him away. I know that. But I don’t fuckingwantto. Every little sound he makes pushes me closer to the edge. Pre-cum is pouring out of me in slow, aching pulses, my dick so hard it fucking hurts. Darcy just keeps exploring my mouth, touching me, moaning and whimpering. My control is waning, my thighs twitching. I’m barely managing to keep my hips still. Especially since all I want to do is drag him over my cock and lose myself in pleasure.

Darcy’s tongue swipes over my lower lip, followed by his teeth. Then he bites down.

A ragged moan tears from me as my orgasm slams into me. My body locks up tight, my cock pulsing against the wet fabric of my underwear, each one sending stronger waves of pleasure through me. I give in, grabbing Darcy’s hips tightly, using my grip to drag him over my cock as I thrust up helplessly, unable to keep myself from chasing the intense, blinding feeling.

Darcy gasps, but I can’t stop. Everything feels too fucking good. Just when I think I’m done, his thighs tighten on mine, and another wave wrecks me, my cock throbbing again as another weak jet of cum shoots out, adding to the mess.

My body continues twitching and shaking, overcome with aftershocks. When it’s finally over, I slump against the couch and Darcy’s wide eyes find mine. “Did you just…?”

The reality of what just happened hits me, and I groan, covering my face with my hands. Oh my fucking God. I finally get to make out withDarcy Sinclair, and I lose my shit in minutes from some dry humping. If you can even call it that, since he wasn’t even moving when I came. Darcy giggles, and I peek at him from between my fingers. “Please don’t,” I say, closing my fingers again so I can’t see him. “Just… let me die of embarrassment in peace. Yeah?”

Darcy laughs, but it’s breathless. “Yeah, no. I can’t do that.”

I peek through my fingers again, and Darcy is watching me with a smug expression on his face. I pull my hands away with another groan, my cheeks burning. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He raises an eyebrow. “That I made you come in like two minutes? I mean…” He pauses, looking me over like he’s actually considering it. “Yeah, I really am.”

“Darcy.”

“Weston.”

I laugh, completely overcome with the big feelings exploding through me. “Any chance we can just scrub the last ten minutes from your mind and pretend that didn’t happen?”

Darcy quirks a brow at me. “Not on your life.”

I really should have known. I pull him to me, feeling his hard cock against my stomach. Yeah, I need to take care of that. I push him away gently and something flashes across his face that looks a lot like panic. I don’t waste any more time, though. I unbutton his jeans and work on freeing his cock.

Chapter 14

Darcy

How is this actually my life right now? Weston Hale just lost absolute control of himself, and now he’s unbuttoning my jeans. His fingers connect with my throbbing dick and I gasp. “You don’t have to,” I murmur, searching his eyes to make sure he’s doing alright. I don’t need him freaking out right now.

“And why wouldn’t I?” he asks, completely unbothered.

Is he a real person? No one is this perfect. “I know it’s new for you.”

He laughs, and I have to fight back a groan as he gives my cock a stroke from base to tip. “In case you missed it, Darcy, I also have a dick. I know how they work.”

He works his fist over my cock, spreading my pre-cum with his thumb. I moan, my body pitching forward as my thighs start to shake.

“Feel good?” he asks, sounding entirely too proud of himself.

I find his eyes with mine, nodding rapidly as heat overwhelms me. It doesn’t hurt that he’s stroking me off like he’s some kind of dick connoisseur. His thumb rubs under the head of my cock, traces the vein on the underside, presses into my slit, and then he’s stroking again—repeating the mind-numbing process over and over as a steady stream of moans and whimpers fall from my lips.

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