Page 78 of Changing the Play

I all but jump onto the bed, climbing over him, and hovering above his body. “I’m a man in love, baby. And the man I love just told me he loves me too. It’s a good day. We should celebrate.”

Darcy’s smile grows. “You and your celebrations.”

I lean in, brushing my nose against his, loving the hitch in his breath. “Are you saying you don’t love a good celebration? I seem to recall you’ve found all of them satisfactory.”

He hums, trying to chase my lips, but I pull back. “What kind of celebration did you have in mind?”

Bracing myself with one hand, I use the other to cup his head and tilt it back. “I was thinking,” I murmur, dragging my lips down his throat, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to his skin. “Something like this.”

A low moan echoes in his chest, making my heart fucking pound. “I’m good with something like this.”

I keep kissing his throat, covering every inch of him I can with my lips and tongue, nipping at his skin. He’s squirming, letting out little puffs of air that are so hot they’re basically melting my brain. I trail lower, kissing along his shoulder and collarbone, working my way down to his chest.

He groans, fingers tangling in my hair. “I thought you were going to kiss the shit out of me?”

“Iamkissing you, baby.”

“Not what I meant,” he mumbles, tugging on my hair, trying to pull me up to his mouth.

I don’t let him. Instead, I settle my body on his, soaking in the warmth of his skin and the sharp breath he takes when our dicks grind against each other. Diving back in, I pepper more kisses along his neck.

Darcy makes a frustrated sound and before I can even process what’s happening, I’m on my back and Darcy is gripping my jaw and crashing his lips onto mine.

His weight presses me into the mattress as he grinds against me and basically devours me. Fuck. I love In Control Darcy. I bring my hands up to his ass, pulling him down harder as I thrust up against him.

His fingers tighten on my jaw, an almost feral sound leaving his lips as he works his tongue into my mouth. “This,” he says, pulling back just enough to nibble on my lower lip before sucking it quickly into his mouth. “Thisis what I meant.”

“Fuck,” I breathe, already losing my mind. Is there anything he can’t do?

He kisses me again, frantic and deep, before raising off me entirely. I try to chase after him, but he holds me down with a firm hand on my chest. There’s a bit of an evil glint in his eyes and I’m not sure if it’s turning me on or terrifying.

He studies me for a second, his eyes shifting into something more soft, but not less heated. “Has anyone ever rimmed you before?”

My cock pulses against my stomach, drooling pre-cum. “No,” I croak.

“Can I?”

I mean, fuck yeah. I nod. He can do anything to me he wants. There’s nothing I won’t try for him. Except maybe topping. Fuck that. Unless he just really wanted it. Maybe I’d try it then, but only for him. It’s not what I need or want for me.

He lifts his hand from my chest. “Roll over.” His voice has taken on that deep edge that I love. A little husky and growly and ridiculously hot. I roll to my stomach, letting out a very manly squeak when he grips my hips and lifts my ass in the air.

It hasn’t gotten any less weird to have someone staring at my asshole, but hey, I’m doing my best to be cool about it. Darcy lets out an approving sound, and then he’s spreading my cheeks apart and licking across my hole. An almost unintelligible sound rips from my throat as a wave of pure fucking bliss washes through my body.

He does it again. It’s tentative at first, but then he’s groaning and he’s working his tongue inside me and his fingertips are digging into my skin and I’m shivering and shaking and moaning and whimpering.

Jesus fucking Christ.

A shiver wracks my body as he pulls away from me and lets go of my ass with one hand. His wet finger probes at my hole for a second before he pushes it inside me. My dick throbs, leaking onto the bed beneath me, and I’m seriously worried about keeping myself upright and not falling over.

He works his finger deeper, grazing my prostate. It’s only by sheer determination that I don’t come. It’s close, though, and I grip the sheets tightly, trying to keep control of myself. Why does this feel so fuckinggood?God, this man is fucking ruining me.

He pushes another wet finger inside me, curling them and hitting that spot just right. My stomach clenches, my thighs starting to shake. This is so fucking ridiculous. He does it again and I gasp, my fingers twisting in the sheets as lightning shoots up my spine. “Fuck, baby,” I pant. “Close.Closecloseclose.”

I can’t even be embarrassed by his low chuckle. Not when I feel this good. Not when my dick is throbbing and my body is tingling and trembling and everything feels too good to even be real.

Darcy hums, sounding pleased with himself, and then he’s pressing against my prostate again and I cry out, my cock jerking so hard that it actually hurts, and thenfuck—I’m coming.

My breath punches out of my lungs in sharp pants as my orgasm rips through me—quick and fucking intense. Darcy doesn’t let up. He keeps working my prostate, even as my hole clenches around his fingers, dragging out the pleasure until I’m a twitching mess, my body riding the edge of overstimulation.

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