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Chapter 15

Weston

I ’m not sure how to convince Darcy that I’m in this and that I want him. I know what it means. I know the risks involved. I know that people will give me shit. Well, probably, anyway, but I don’t care. Maybe that sounds bad, but I just don’t .

I want him.

And as long as he wants me too, I’ll listen to shitty comments from anyone. They can’t hurt me. Not when I know Darcy is worth taking any hateful shit they might throw at me. Besides, I was never mad about what Marcus was saying about me . I was only ever mad over what he was saying about Darcy .

He’s staring at me like he doesn’t quite believe I’m real. And he still hasn’t said anything. “So, are you going to freak out? ”

He laughs, bright and happy. “No. I’m not going to freak out.” Our conversation is interrupted by a knock on the door. “That’ll be our cookies. I’ll go grab them.”

“I can,” I offer. He shakes his head, giving me a look. I’m confused for a second until he drops his eyes, bringing to my attention that I’m still in just my towel. “You can definitely grab them,” I amend, already heading to my dresser to pull some clothes out.

Darcy’s laughter echoes as he leaves my bedroom. I can’t help but smile as I listen to him get our cookies from the delivery person. If it’s the guy it usually is, he’s probably tired of seeing us by now. Cookies have become our study session food. They’re pretty damn good, and I’m glad I’ve fully converted Darcy to the dark side. We don’t even order plain chocolate chip anymore.

A few seconds later, the door shuts and Darcy’s back in the bedroom, box of cookies in his hand. He stops short and it takes me a second to realize it’s because I’ve dropped my towel, but haven’t gotten dressed yet.

He makes a strange little squeaky type noise and I almost laugh. “Why do I keep walking into rooms to find you naked?”

I smirk. “At least this time I’m actually naked.”

“ At least ,” he murmurs, cheeks flushing red.

“Yeah. Last time, I wasn’t actually naked.”

Darcy rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t turn around like last time, and his gaze burning into me is like a shot of pure adrenaline. “Oh my god. Get dressed before I do something stupid.”

I’m not at all shy about my body and the way Darcy is staring at me makes me feel like a fucking God, so I step toward him. Close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. His sharp intake of breath has me fighting a smile. “What do you mean before you do something stupid?”

“What?” he asks, blinking at me like he’s confused.

“What stupid thing would you do?”

His eyes bore into mine for a second, then he’s raising up on his toes, pressing his body against mine and kissing me. Fuck. This is… really something else. Not stupid, either. Not stupid at all. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him closer to me. His tongue brushes past my lips, and I can’t fight the groan that vibrates in my chest. Kissing him is unfuckingreal.

He stops kissing me with a grin. “That stupid thing.”

I bring a hand to my chest, smiling down at him. He’s adorable. I can’t believe I didn’t clock that sooner. I mean, really, was I just not paying attention? I’m pretty sure I was attracted to him from the moment I first saw him. “I’m offended that you think kissing me is stupid.”

He rolls his eyes. “Okay, so it’s not stupid. But it’s probably not great either.”

I happen to think it’s a brilliant idea. “Cookies and bed?” I ask instead.

His eyes fall to my cock. My hard, very interested in him, cock. “You should get dressed first.”

I make a big show of walking to my dresser and pulling on a pair of sweats. No boxers, though. Darcy groans, a clear mixture of frustration and arousal, and it doesn’t help the situation at all for me.

When I’m dressed and I turn around, Darcy is sitting cross-legged on my bed on top of the blankets. My heart’s pounding at how he looks. He’s in my bed, wearing my clothes, lips kiss-swollen because of me. Fuck.

I climb in beside him and open the box of cookies, handing him one before taking one for myself. Darcy grabs the TV remote and starts up a movie before settling in beside me .

Each time he brings a bite of cookie to his mouth, his arm brushes mine, making me more and more hyper-aware of his body and how close he is. When he laughs at something happening on the TV, the sound ricochets through me and settles somewhere in my chest, making my heart swell with how much I enjoy hearing his happiness.

I’m a lost cause.

I don’t remember falling asleep, which is a real shame because I had grand plans of pulling Darcy into my arms and holding him—intentionally this time. Not that it really matters since he’s plastered to me anyway.

His breaths are fanning across my chest, his thigh pressed between mine, and his arm wrapped around my waist, hand resting between my shoulder blades like he’s trying to keep me from rolling away.

I can’t help but grin. He was not kidding about being cuddly in his sleep. It’s such a juxtaposition from how he is when he’s awake—almost a little shy and hesitant.

He sighs in his sleep, moving closer. The shifting of his body against mine has my cock swelling. Unlike the other day, there’s no panic. No freak out about my random, new feelings for him. Just a racing heart and a feeling of rightness. I never thought I’d be happy about my failures in history, but I know there’s no way I’d change anything about this .

I let my fingers skim his side where my shirt has ridden up and his bare skin is showing. Somehow in the night, the blankets made their way over us, but right now, they’re pooled around his waist, drawing attention to his hip bone where it’s showing above the waistband of my sweats.

He looks stunning. A fucking vision, even in his sleep. I try pulling myself away so I can see more of him and his body when he grumbles and rolls to his back. Mission accomplished, I guess.

I sit up so I can get a better view of him. I’m not sure about the protocol for touching someone in their sleep, so I probably shouldn’t be, but I really can’t help myself. My fingers skim across his stomach while I marvel at how soft his skin feels beneath my fingertips.

I explore the lines of his body with my gaze, taking in every inch I can. I’m a little shocked when I make it to his face and find his eyes locked on me, his expression a little curious, but open and soft. “Good morning,” I whisper.

He gives me a sleepy smile that has my heart pounding like crazy. “Good morning.”

“Did you sleep okay?”

He nods. “Yeah. Did you?”

“I really did.”

“I didn’t impede you with my koala tendencies?” he asks, smirking a bit.

I can’t help but laugh. “No. Not even a little. Did I fall asleep first? I don’t remember even getting under the blankets.”

Darcy yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes in a move that’s much too adorable for my heart to handle. “Yeah, you did. I was laughing at the movie and asked if you didn’t find it amusing and you were gone. Didn’t take much to get you under the blankets and asleep again. I’m surprised you don’t remember. You were alert, or at least it seemed like you were. Even kissed me. ”

Now that’s a damn shame. That I kissed him and apparently don’t even remember it.

Darcy laughs. “What’s that face about?”

“Just disappointed that I don’t remember kissing you.”

He laughs again, sitting up. “Is that so?”

“It is,” I say, nodding as my gaze falls to his lips. His fucking perfect, full, way-too-addicting lips.

Before I’m even fully aware of what I’m doing, I’m kissing him. He groans when I grip his waist and twist, falling backward to the bed and pulling him down on top of me.

He lets out a small noise of surprise, but it’s followed by a breathless laugh. The sleep-warmed feel of his body, combined with the weight of him pressing me into the mattress, is everything. My hands find their way under his shirt. My fingers dance over his skin, feeling the muscles bunch as I run them up his back and down his sides.

He raises up, bracing himself above me with a smile. “Kiss me,” I all but beg.

His eyes widen slightly, but he does. The second our lips connect, my body comes to life, and everything is amplified. Every whimper, every moan, every brush of his tongue over mine sends me spiraling. My hands tighten on his body, pulling him down against me fully. He settles all his weight on me and a moan falls from my throat when his hard cock brushes against mine.

“Can we try something?” he asks, breaking our kiss.

We can try literally anything. There’s nothing I won’t give him, so I nod.

He sits back a little, reaching between our bodies, and frees both our cocks. He glances up at me for a second before licking the palm of his hand and wrapping it around our dicks, forcing them together in the tight confines of his fist .

My back bows, a shudder running through me. Fuck, he’s so warm—his body, his cock, his soft hand. It’s so good. He keeps us trapped in his grip as he leans forward and pulls my bottom lip between his, kissing me again.

I gasp into his mouth when he rocks his hips and the feel of his cock rubbing against mine washes over me. I pretty much refuse to come as quickly as I did last night, so I force myself to take a deep breath and focus on his mouth instead of his hand. Which, not really the right thing to do either. Normally, I’d think about history, but since Darcy is now the only thing I can think of when I think about history, even that won’t help.

He groans against my lips and my hips rock on their own. The tight grip he has on us has my eyes rolling backward and the friction of his cock against mine has me seeing stars. The way he’s moving his hips has my mind running a mile a minute wondering what it would feel like to have him inside me. I wonder if he would want to do that with me. Is that a thing he does? God, I hope so.

I moan at the visual my brain just came up with and my back arches as my cock throbs against his. “Feel good?” Darcy asks, sounding slightly smug.

“Uh-huh,” I breathe, already unraveling faster than I should be. Fucking ridiculous.

He picks up the pace, feeding me a steady stream of moans as our kisses grow more uncoordinated and sloppy. This feels absolutely unreal. Transcendent. My hips are rocking up and Darcy is thrusting and we’re basically just fucking into the tight tunnel he’s created with his fist. Fuck.

My breath punches from my lungs as my body tenses and my toes curl. Darcy whimpers, then stills, and I can feel the warmth of his cum on my skin and over my dick. My hips thrust up once more and I’m gone, shaking my way through my orgasm, eyes rolling back and the most embarrassing noises spilling from me.

We’re not even kissing anymore—just resting our lips together and gasping against each other’s mouths as our bodies come down. “Holy shit,” I murmur, running my hand through Darcy’s messy hair.

He hums, sitting up between my spread thighs. He glances down at the mess covering my stomach and chest and smirks, a possessive flare in his eyes that I quite enjoy seeing.

He drags a finger through our combined cum and brings it to his mouth, sucking it off his finger with a quiet moan. My eyes widen in shock and if I hadn’t just gotten off, I think I would be hard again because holy fuck.

He does it again and before he can bring his finger to his lips, I’m grabbing his wrist and redirecting it to mine. Closing my lips around his finger, I twirl my tongue around it, collecting the cum. He draws in a breath, his eyes flaring. “More?” I murmur, my face flaming at what I’m asking for.

Darcy looks at me for a second before nodding. He surprises me by leaning forward and dragging his tongue up my sternum, collecting our combined release on his tongue. He slams his mouth onto mine, making me moan when he pushes his tongue past my lips. I suck on it, feeling completely overwhelmed by how fucking insane it is that I’m sucking cum off another man’s tongue, but my dick’s trying to rally. So, hey, I guess I’m here for it.

When Darcy pulls back, his pupils are blown. “Good?” he asks softly, like he’s worried about what my answer will be.

How do I go about telling him everything without scaring him off? I don’t. So instead, I nod .

He groans, bending over again to collect more cum on his tongue. It’s fucking debauched and hot and I’m learning all kinds of things about myself today.

This time when his lips land on mine, I tangle my fingers in his hair and push my tongue past his lips, roaming his mouth, savoring him and the flavor of us on his tongue.

“Jesus,” he groans. “I thought frotting would send you over the edge into straight boy panic, but here you are sucking cum off my tongue like it’s a fucking sport.”

“Well,” I start, grinning at making him cuss again. “I am an overachiever. Besides, you taste so fucking good.”

He doesn’t respond with words. He just stares down at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. I’m not exactly shy about sex. And sure, this is different from what I’m used to, but this is Darcy . “Let me take you on a date tonight,” I murmur, kissing him again.

He lets out an irritated huff. “I have a tutoring session tonight.”

“After?”

He hesitates for a second before nodding. “Yeah. I’ll text you when I’m done?”

“Perfect. But I have bad news.” Panic flashes in his eyes before he can school his reaction. I have no idea how I’m gonna prove to him that I’m in this and he doesn’t need to be afraid. “You’re not leaving my bed until you absolutely have to. Just settle in. You’re going to be here a while.”

I punctuate my words by raising my hips and letting my already hard cock drag over his skin.

He smirks. “Insatiable, are we?”

“For you, Darcy? I’m finding that I definitely am.”