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Chapter 26

Darcy

“ R oll over,” I murmur, pressing another kiss to West’s ass cheek as I pull my fingers out of him.

He does, quickly shifting until he’s on his back next to his cum. I barely give him time to get settled before I’m pushing his leg toward his chest and working my fingers back inside him. He chokes on a low groan, his whole body jerking as he takes them. God, he’s really something else.

Leaning forward, I swallow his cock to the back of my throat, relaxing my gag reflex just in time for his hips to buck up. His fingers grip my hair as he whimpers. He’s not fully thrusting into my throat. It’s more like he can’t control the movement, like his body’s trying to take what it wants without input from his brain .

For what it’s worth? I’m here for it. I love watching West squirm and fight and come untouched from just the slightest bit of stimulation on his prostate.

I sit up, pulling my lips off his cock and swirling my tongue around the head. He whimpers, his body trembling, his hips jerking up like he’s trying to chase my mouth.

“You’re a fucking dream, Weston Hale.”

He shudders, a little gasp leaving his lips as he rocks his hips on my fingers. He’s proving my point entirely, and it may be my favorite thing in the world. I truly wanted to drag this out. I wanted to finally, finally see how many times I could make him come, but I’m barely hanging on and my cock is practically aching to be inside him.

“Fuck me, Darcy,” he mumbles, almost like he read my mind.

“Fuck, I want to. But I want you to come for me again.” Surely I can make him come at least one more time before I give in. I crook my fingers, smiling as a flush travels up his chest and he moans.

I let my fingers dance over his prostate, entranced as the muscles in his thighs bunch and tense and his toes flex. “You’re doing so fucking good for me,” I murmur, brushing my lips over the inside of his thigh while he squirms and whimpers, his head thrashing back and forth on the pillow and a sheen of sweat breaking out across his flawless skin. “You can come for me again. I know you can.”

I keep working my fingers in and out of him—slow, but relentless—not even giving him time to rest or collect himself. The stream of pre-cum flowing from the tip of his cock is all the proof I need to know it’s working and that it feels good.

I lap at the head of his cock, collecting his pre-cum on my tongue, living for the sharp inhale and raspy groan that falls from his lips when I do, before surging up to kiss him .

His hand finds its way into my hair, his big palm cupping the back of my head and pulling me in closer. For a second, I worry that kissing him after our earlier activities is not the right move, but if the way he’s moaning and licking into my mouth is any indication, he’s not the slightest bit concerned.

It shouldn’t be a surprise, really. “You’re fucking perfection,” I whisper against his lips when I break our kiss. “Absolute goddamn perfection, West.”

His arm moves and I glance down in time to see him wrap his free hand around his cock, his strokes choppy and desperate. “I can’t,” he whines, lifting his hips and fucking into his fist. This is too good, honestly. I’m barely hanging on myself. “Please, Darcy. Fuck me. Please, oh God—”

His body goes taut and his back arches, his cock jerks against his palm, but to my surprise, he lets it go. The sound he lets out has my cock aching and I watch as cum dribbles out and makes a puddle on his muscled stomach. His chest heaves with each ragged breath he takes and when I rub my finger over his prostate, he jolts, a hoarse cry tearing from his lips. His still-swollen cock bobs in the air, flushed red, and half-covered in cum.

“Do you need to stop?”

“No,” he gasps, his fingers flexing in my hair, tugging lightly on the strands. “I need you to fuck me. I don’t know what that was, but it was the most unsatisfying orgasm I’ve ever had.”

I can’t help but laugh, but I do pull my fingers from his body despite his breathy protests and grab the lube. I coat my cock quickly, and with his help, shove a pillow under his hips. He pulls his legs up toward his chest and I nearly stop breathing from the sight of his slightly gaping hole .

I notch the head of my cock against his entrance and push forward, my eyes almost rolling back with how fucking good the tight squeeze of his body feels. His little whimpers and groans aren’t doing anything for my stamina, though, so when I bottom out, I stop.

“Keep going, Darce,” he mumbles, fingers digging into his thighs.

“Shh. I can’t.” Not without blowing in two point seven seconds, anyway.

“You can’t? What? Why?”

“Because I basically just edged myself for half an hour and I need a damn minute to breathe since your hole is basically trying to suck my cum out of my cock without me even moving.”

His eyes widen, and then his lips quirk up in a self-satisfied smirk. Smug asshole. He won’t be smug for long, though. I tilt my hips back, grinning to myself when his mouth falls open and he sucks in a sharp breath.

I keep my pace slow, mostly because I wasn’t kidding about barely holding it together. It only takes a few seconds and a few thrusts before West is trembling, his fingers clenching and unclenching where they’re gripping the backs of his thighs.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I murmur, rolling my hips and dragging my cock along his prostate. “Being stretched out on my cock.”

The only answer I get is a whine. This is going to be over for me way sooner than I’d like, so I grip his leaking cock in my hand and pick up my pace as I stroke him.

I give the head a squeeze and have to pause when his tight hole contracts around me and almost makes me come. A groan works its way out of my throat as I thrust into him harder, our bodies slapping together.

His cock pulses against my palm and his back arches, a sharp shout tearing from his chest as he comes. I look down in time to see a few measly drops of cum dribble out and land on his lower stomach. Burying myself deep, I finally let my control wane. I grind against his ass, holding myself deep inside of him as I unload.

When my body is wrung out and all that’s left of my strength has fled by way of my oversensitive dick, I force him to release his legs and collapse against his chest.

I’m enjoying the afterglow, soaking in the heat of his body and relaxing while he plays with my hair when he lets out a little sigh. “Hey, baby?”

I hum. “Yeah?”

“Are we planning on telling your dad we’re dating?”

It takes a second for my brain to catch up, but when it does, I raise up and narrow my eyes at him. “I make you come three times in less than an hour and you’re thinking about my dad ?”

West’s eyes widen as his jaw drops. “Yes. No. Not, uh. I just mean—”

I cut him off with a deep kiss, mostly because he’s too cute for his own good and I can’t take it. When I break the kiss, I grin at him. “Let’s go shower and I’ll call Dad and see when we can get together for dinner.”

“Really?”

“Did you expect me to say no or something?”

He hesitates for a second before slowly shaking his head. “No, I guess not. I just wasn’t sure if he would be upset.”

What? “Why would he be upset?”

West looks at me like I just asked the stupidest question he’s ever heard. “Because, Darcy, he sent me to you for help with history.”

“And have I not helped you with history? Last I checked, you passed your midterm exam with zero issues and barely even need me anymore. Also, I’d like it noted for the record that it’s still incredibly strange to me that we went from mind-blowing sex to my dad and history.”

West barks out a loud laugh. “I thought you enjoyed talking about history?”

I roll my eyes. “I do, but not while I’m still riding the high of being with you.”

All the snark disappears from West’s face, his eyes softening and his lips tilting up at the corners. “Being with me is a high?”

I brush my lips over his. “Being with you is everything.”

His lips part on a shaky inhale. “I really love you.”

My heart does a little flutter. “I really love you too. Now let’s go shower because I’m covered in your copious amounts of cum and I’m getting sticky and gross.”

I climb off West as he lets out a little gasp. “It’s your fault.”

A smile forms on my lips. “I’ll take responsibility for that. Come on.”

West pulls at the collar of his shirt as we make our way up the path to my parents’ house. His nerves are easy to see, but he truly has no reason to be nervous. I’m not sure why he is. It’s not like he doesn’t already see my dad multiple times a week. “Why are you so nervous?”

I get an incredulous glare for my question. “I’m meeting your parents , Darcy. It’s a big deal.”

I shrug. “I mean, you’ve already met my dad. ”

He scoffs. “It’s different. I’m not meeting him as my professor. I’m meeting him as my boyfriend’s dad. It’s completely different and you know it.”

I take his hand, rubbing my thumb along the back, stopping him in his tracks, and urge him to turn to face me. “Hey.”

He smiles, his chest expanding on a heavy breath. “Hey.”

“It’s going to be fine. My dad already likes you. He thinks you’re respectful and intelligent, and he’s going to be thrilled we’re together. And my mom will probably beg you to talk about books. It’s like… her whole thing. The two of you could start your own little book club.”

I lean up on my tip-toes and press a kiss to his lips just as the front door opens. I drop back down on my heels and turn to find my mom poking her head out. West tries to back away from me, but that’s not happening, so I just tug him closer and start walking again.

West swallows hard, dropping my hand to hold his out to my mom. “Mrs. Sinclair.”

Mom smiles. “Oh dear, don’t call me that. Elle is fine.” She takes his hand, giving it a shake before dropping it and pulling him into a hug. I catch his eyes widen seconds before she wraps him up in her arms. She’s a tiny slip of a person and seeing her reach so far to hug West has me fighting back a laugh.

When she releases him, he looks a little shell-shocked. She turns to me with a grin. “And my baby.” I get squeezed half to death for a second. “How are you?”

She lets go of me and ushers us in without even giving me a second to answer. “Come in, come in. I’m trying to keep your dad off the food. He’s trying to eat it right out of the pot. I’m going to chop his fingers off for that one of these days.”

I shake my head as West and I follow her into the house. Cutting his fingers off is a threat I’ve heard since I was a small child. It used the scare the crap out of me, but it didn’t take me long to realize she was joking. Then Dad started sneaking my dessert off my plate, and part of me had wished she was serious.

We trail behind Mom into the kitchen, where the scent of freshly baked garlic bread hits me square in the face. My mouth starts watering almost immediately. It’s been way too long since I’ve been home for dinner.

West inhales deeply beside me, groaning a little under his breath. “Oh my. It smells amazing.”

Mom’s laughter rings out, but it’s Dad who answers. He turns from the stove, trying to look innocent, but there’s a bit of pasta sauce clinging to the corner of his lip. “Thank you. We worked hard on it.”

My mom glares at him. “ We? We is a little strong, don’t you think?”

Dad shrugs. “I helped.” He turns to West, holding his hand out. “Thanks for joining us, Weston.”

West shakes his hand. “You can just call me West, sir.”

“Bill.”

“I’m not sure I can call you that,” West says with a small grin.

Dad lets out a booming laugh and leads us into the dining room. “Wine?”

West glances at me like he’s not sure what the right answer is, so I nod. “Sounds good.” I know whatever Mom paired with dinner will be delicious, but my wine knowledge is limited to red, white, and blush.

Dad sets wine glasses in front of us and Mom pours us each a glass, before they disappear from the room together and come back with serving dishes full to the brim with food.

“Oops, forgot plates.” Mom glares at Dad as he takes his seat. “I’ll be right back.” She looks from Dad to me to West. “If any of you touch so much as a crumb of garlic bread before I get back, I swear I’ll start swinging.”

Dad holds his hands up in supplication and West looks at me with wide eyes, like he’s asking if she’s being serious.