Page 17 of Darling

“Good, because I wouldn’t. I’m not that kind of person.”

He nods, then sinks back in the couch as he lets out a long breath. “I’m beginning to think that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for me if you did.”

“Oh, trust me, it really would…” I sip my wine. The headline WIDOWED UK ABASSADOR CAUGHT WITH MALE PORNSTAR flashes across my frontal lobe.

“Then perhaps I just don’t care anymore…” There’s something very tired in his voice.

“You wanna talk about it?” I’m desperate to get under that polished outer skin he keeps real nice and shiny. Break the surface of him. He looks at me again, and this time it sort of feels like a cry for help. Because as immaculately put together as he is, and as hard as he tries to hide it, Christian Darling gives off the vibe of a guy who needs a bit of help. And while I’m not sure what I, a painter with demon twink energy who takes dick for a living, can do for a guy like him, I’ll gladly give it my best shot.

“Maybe another time. Right now, I’d really like for you to come here”—he pats his thigh—“and let me kiss you senseless.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I set down my glass and climb across the couch and onto his lap, straddling him. Staring down at him, I wait for him to kiss me this time. First, he reaches up to curl a hand around my neck, finger gently brushing the curve of my jaw, then across my lower lip, up to my cheek. He stares intomy eyes.

“You are exceptionally beautiful,” he muses. “Do you know that?”

“Vanity is a sin where I’m from, but thank you.”

“Such a pretty, pretty boy.” When he shifts, our cocks grind together in a delicious press of heat and pleasure. I moan, grinding a little more. The look in his eye makes me risk what I say next:

“I want to be pretty for you, daddy.” The effect is immediate, a dark lick of flame in his eyes, his cock twitching against mine. Jackpot.

“You do?”

“Yes, daddy. Will you please kiss me now?” I blink slowly, seeing his nostrils flare before he pulls my head down forcefully and smashes our lips together. He ravages my mouth with lips, tongue, and teeth, until I’m writhing and panting against him. He kisses and sucks at my throat and neck, pulls down the collar of my top, and moves along my collarbone and into the dip of my throat until he loses patience with the fabric and lifts it up and off my body. Kissing my chest and then my nipples for several moments while I play with the dark lengths of his hair, he surprises me by lowering his head into the warmth of my armpit and inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, you smell and taste incredible, Asher,” he says, sounding drugged.

“So do you…” I say because it’s automatic.

“I want to taste you everywhere.”

“Please.”

He pulls off then and looks up at me, half feral. “Get undressed, let me see you.”

I do as I’m told, climbing off him to undress the rest of the way. It doesn’t take long to shuck off my jeans and briefs,and then I’m standing completely naked. Christian takes a long, slow, appreciative look from head to toe. “Turn around,” he says. I turn.

He’s silent for so long I start to worry, but when I look over my shoulder, I can see him stroking himself over his pants as he stares longingly at my ass.

“Do you like it, daddy?” I ask him.

He flicks his eyes up to me and gives me a slow smirk.

“It’s perfect.”

“Do you want to see my hole, daddy?”

“Christ, Asher,” he curses, sitting forward. He grabs my ass and squeezes each cheek before leaning in to bite one side. It’s too soft, I want him to leave a mark. When he pushes his face between them and noses against the seam, I let out a little desperate whine and angle back into him.

“Please, Christian…”

“What do you want, my pretty boy? Would you like me to taste you here?”

“Fucking hell, yes.”

He slaps my ass cheek again before pulling it aside slightly to expose my hole.

“Christ,” he says again. “It’s perfect… you’re perfect everywhere.”