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Chapter 18

Darcy

D id I expect the conversation to shift to blowjobs? Can’t say I did. Should I have? Maybe. West has surprised me at every turn.

The feel of his lips ghosting over my collarbone is doing an insanely good job of distracting me from the throbbing in my jaw. It’s not as bad as last night, but it’s not great by any means.

His teeth graze my nipple and I gasp, my cock thickening. He lets out a little moan, laving his tongue over it like he’s trying to collect my taste anywhere he can get it.

I’m on board. So on board.

He makes a leisurely path down my body. Each new spot he finds has my cock throbbing more and my jaw less. I’m not sure why I’m so shocked that he’s so down about being with me. He has never acted like he wasn’t, but I am and—oh God. He places wet kisses along my hip bones, making me thrust up, my entire body going offline as white noise takes over my thoughts. There’s just him and me and the warmth of his mouth and the way he’s digging his fingertips into my sides.

“West,” I gasp, a shiver working its way through my body.

He hums, pushing my leg back a little and burying his face in my groin, rubbing his cheek against my aching dick over my briefs. Before I can even beg him to take them off, he’s sitting up and working them slowly down my body. His fingers trace each inch of my thigh as his mouth works down the other side. My chest is heaving with each gasping breath I’m trying and failing to pull in, and I’m pretty sure I might actually die if he doesn’t get his mouth on my cock.

I’m trying very hard to remind myself that he’s never done this before, but when his soft lips touch the head of my cock, my hips buck up and a ragged moan tears from my throat. The pain in my jaw is all but forgotten. I do, however, manage to calm the heck down and make my hips stay still while he explores.

I glance down at him and groan when I catch his eyes. His pupils are blown, his cheeks flushed. He looks incredible.

“Tell me what to do,” he croaks in a raspy whisper that has my entire body shuddering.

I’m not sure I can even come up with a coherent sentence, so I grab his hair, flexing my fingers in his thick locks before letting go while I try to get it together. “Whatever feels good to you. You can’t mess it up.”

He grins. “Well, my goal is to make you cuss again, Darcy. So I don’t want to not mess it up . I want to blow your mind.” With each word, his breath gusts over the head of my leaking cock.

I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to figure out how to play cruise director while my brain is mush. “Lick it. ”

He hums, dipping his head and licking a wet path from the base to the tip. Holy crap. Okay. Jesus. It’s a blowjob, Darcy. Stay calm. You can do this. “Again,” I moan, my voice already wrecked. Maybe not, then.

He does, leaning forward again and dragging his tongue slowly up my cock. When he gets to the head, he pauses, holding his tongue in place, staring up at me with open lust in his expression and my cock head sitting on his tongue.

The way he may actually get me cussing way sooner than he’s betting on.

He doesn’t move. He just keeps looking up at me. Like he’s waiting for me to make the next move. The urge to thrust against his tongue is sharp. Almost unbearable. I want to. I need to. But I don’t. Somehow I find the power to resist.

He moves his tongue, brushing it back and forth over the head of my cock and my hips twitch, a moan vibrating through my chest. Ugh. Ridiculous straight boy, making me lose my freaking mind already.

He pulls his tongue away and my hips are trembling with the effort to stay still. “Now what?” he rasps, not once taking his eyes off my face.

He’s trying to kill me. That’s the only explanation. I can’t even speak. His tongue comes back out, swiping back and forth and then up and down, making me mindless.

“West,” I manage to croak out.

“I’m not moving on until you tell me what to do.”

I whine. Truly, actually whine. “Fuck.”

He smirks. It’s smug and satisfied and God, he’s entirely too hot. “That didn’t take long.”

My hands find their way into his hair again, and my hips jerk up. “God, shut up and put your mouth on me. ”

His lips skate over the head of my cock, and I catch sight of my pre-cum coating his bottom lip. I’m about to lose it. “My mouth is on you, Darcy.”

That’s not what I meant and he knows it. “Close your lips around the head.”

He doesn’t wait a second longer. My back arches off the bed as his warm lips cover the head of my cock. My fingers flex in his hair as I fight the urge to move. To shift. To work myself into his throat.

He doesn’t move. Like the little tease he is. He’s staring at me expectantly, like he’s waiting for his next instruction. He is, isn’t he? Words. Words, Darcy. Find words. “Suck.”

He hollows his cheeks and the light suction on the head of my cock has my entire body trembling. “More. Keep going.” Gross. I sound like Parker. Ew. Not going there.

His suction intensifies, and my hips rock up, trying to chase the feeling. His hair is tangled around my fingers and I’m fighting every instinct inside my body, shaking with the effort it’s taking to be still and not ruin his first experience for him.

He pulls off my cock, dragging his tongue over my leaking slit as he does, and another wrecked moan tears from my throat. “Oh fuck.”

He presses his lips to my hip bone. “I love making you cuss. It’s so fucking hot watching you lose yourself.”

“Again.” I’m not even sure how my vocal cords are working at this point.

With a slight hum, West closes his lips over my cock once more, but this time he doesn’t stop there. His hot mouth slides over my cock, taking me deeper until he gags. He pulls back with a gasp, and I let go of his hair in a rush. “It’s fine. You don’t have to do so much,” I try to assure him, letting my fingers brush down the side of his flushed cheek. “You can use your hand too. ”

He watches me for a second, licking his lips as he gives me a slight nod. Gripping the base of my dick, he strokes me slowly. Once, twice, three times, then he’s adding his mouth back into the mix, sinking it over my cock and making me lose all control of my body. My hips thrust up, but thankfully his hand stops me from going too deep.

His grip tightens the slightest bit and then he’s bobbing up and down, using his hand to work the base as he takes me deeper with each movement of his head. I’m unraveling. Losing it. My chest heaves with each ragged breath.

I whimper, my body tensing.

He pulls off, leaving my cock twitching in the air between us. “You’re supposed to be guiding me, Darcy.”

I can’t.

I actually, truly cannot.

There’s not a single thought in my mind.

There’s just him and his perfect mouth and his tight grip on my cock.

I card my fingers back through his hair, more gently this time, guiding his mouth back to my dick because there’s no way I can word. Not even a little.

He takes the hint. He pumps his hand, picking up his speed as he works my cock into his mouth, pressing his tongue on the underside of my head with each pass.

Fuck. I’m so close. So fucking close.

My fingers tighten, my body flushing hot as fire barrels down my spine. “West—” I gasp, shuddering and trembling. “Fuck—gonna… I’m gonna come—” I try to use my grip to pull him off, but he moans instead, the vibration making my eyes roll back, and doubles down.

My back comes off the bed as a choked-off groan rips from my chest and my dick throbs against his tongue. “Fuck—” Everything inside me tightens as I come. His eyes find mine, his hand continuing to pump up and down as I spill into his mouth. He works hard to keep up, swallowing over and over as his eyes flutter, but some leaks out of the sides of his lips and I have to close my eyes and drop back onto the bed because it’s fucking obscene.

When the last of the orgasm rushes through me, West sucks hard, like he’s trying to get any cum left that he can. He moans as he draws off my cock and quickly sits up, hovering over me and pulling his leaking cock out of his boxers.

His breath is shaky and uneven as he fists his flushed cock in his hand and starts stroking. He looks destroyed. Sucking my dick did that to him. He’s babbling, barely coherent words. Just flashes of, “so good,” and, “I love the way you taste,” and, “fucking sexy,” and, “God, baby, the sounds you make,” and, “can still taste you, so hot,” and then his whole body goes taut as his cum lands in thick ropes on my chest and throat, settling in the hollow of it.

His entire body is shuddering, his hand still moving frantically over his jerking cock, and I’m not sure that I’ve ever seen a more breathtaking sight in my entire life.

West’s eyes trail over my body, flaring as he takes in the sight of his cum covering me. His strokes slow to nothing as he shivers through the oversensitivity.

His cock falls from his hand and he sits back, gasping for air. I let my hand settle on his thigh, trying to ground him a little because if he feels anything like me, he’s probably half out of it. “You liked that,” I say. It’s not a question. It’s a fact. It’s easy to see.

He swallows hard, his eyes bright and earnest. “I like everything with you.”

He punctuates the words by leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to my lips, so at odds with the way he just completely took me apart and changed my entire worldview. With a happy sigh, he collapses beside me on his stomach, resting his head on my shoulder. His fingers drag through the mess he left on my skin and I almost want to laugh, but I can’t think past his quietly spoken words.

I like everything with you.

I hope he means that. I’m not sure my heart is going to survive this otherwise. I turn my head and kiss his sweat-slicked temple, letting my lips linger against his skin for a second. “I like everything with you too.”

Later that day, I’m sitting in West’s coach’s office showing him my face, while Marcus argues that I hit him first. It took quite a bit of convincing to even get West to go about it this way. He was pretty convinced he was going to call Benson and “make Marcus pay,” which did not sound like a good idea to me at all.

“No!” Marcus says, clearly flailing. “I’m not lying. He approached me out of the blue.”

My mouth got me in trouble last time, and I have the bruise to show for it, but I’m not going to put up with this crap either. “No. I have a paper trail.”

I don’t look away from the coach as I speak, and I know it’s probably making Marcus mad. Those types always seem to get mad when they feel like they’re being slighted. And me ignoring him? Definitely a slight .

Coach nods, huffing in clear irritation as he looks between the three of us. “Let me see.”

I hold my phone out, the email thread with Marcus already pulled up. It clearly shows that he was supposed to meet me the Friday before the game and then the following Sunday when he confirmed our study session time and location.

“He also provoked me during the game on Saturday.” West’s voice is cold, his face stony.

His coach’s eyes raise, looking between West and Marcus. He lets out another sigh. “I heard about a ruckus, but I was hoping you boys would sort it out among yourselves.”

“I had every intention to, sir. Then he put his hands on Darcy.”

I still haven’t told West the full conversation we had and I’m not going to. He’s already mad enough as it is. I’m not adding gasoline to the fire.

“He’s lying,” Marcus stutters.

“Well,” Coach says, looking between the two of us. “It’s clear you both got a good hit in. What’s unclear, however, was how it came about. Marcus, you’re telling me Darcy approached you out of nowhere and these emails prove that was a lie, so I’m less inclined to believe your side of things.”

Marcus clearly doesn’t like that answer, and it takes practically no time for his true colors to show. He slams his fists on the desk. “They’re disgusting, Coach. It’s unnatural.”

Oh, here we go. This is good. Perfect, even. “The only unnatural thing is—” I shut West’s tirade up with a hand clamped over his mouth. Give Marcus enough rope and he’ll hang himself. West doesn’t need to go down with the ship. He narrows his eyes at me, and I remove my hand with a look that I’m hoping tells him to stay quiet so this idiot can be his own demise.

The sigh that their coach lets out is steeped in disappointment. He shakes his head. “Well, Marcus. That was a pretty blatant admission of bias against a teammate.”

West’s knee starts bouncing, and I’m really hoping he can keep it together long enough to get out of here. We really just need to let Marcus dig his own grave, and he will.

“It’s not a blatant admission of shit. These fucking fags—”

West’s on his feet before I can blink, and I’m jumping up after him, grabbing his arm and physically dragging him backward. “Stop,” I whisper, searching his eyes. Don’t let this idiot win. Let him screw himself over.

West nods. Just once, but it’s enough.

“Marcus,” Coach starts. “I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but now? I have no choice but to take disciplinary action. You’re done. Suspension. Indefinite. Out.”

I’m resisting the urge to do a little happy dance. And West didn’t even have to lose his scholarship for it.

Marcus opens and shuts his mouth in shock before shaking his head with a glare in my direction and storming out. I’m almost positive I can see smoke coming out of his ears.

West lets out a harsh breath. His coach watches him for a second. “Don’t do anything stupid, Hale. Or you’ll be next. I won’t tolerate that shit on my team, which is why he’s gone. Don’t make yourself the next one.”

For a second, West doesn’t say anything, but then he’s giving a jerky nod and all but dragging me out of the office.

The second we’re in the hallway, he spins me around and pins me to the wall, his arms braced on either side of my head and his mouth settling on mine. The kiss is quick and gentle, and then he’s pulling back. He brushes his nose against my cheek, his breath a little shaky. “So smart, baby. So fucking smart.”

A shiver runs through my body at him calling me baby. I mean, he did earlier, but it was all in the heat of the moment and kind of crazy, so I didn’t think much of it. I smile up at him. “Why, thank you. I knew he’d hang himself. Those types always do. So, uh… Parker texted me earlier. They want to show me their new art exhibit next week and they want you to come too.”

West lets out a soft laugh, nuzzling my throat. “Yeah? You’re not worried about them running me off?”

I shrug, my stomach doing flips at the gentle way he’s handling me. “No. I figure once you hear about them getting laid with your friend, you can withstand anything.”

All the tension drains from West at once as he laughs loudly, his shoulders shaking. He stands up fully, and the sparkle in his eyes has me almost tripping over myself.