Page 57 of Darling
Worse than turning up to fucking date night. I’m not ashamed of who I am, what I like, or how I make a living, but this isn’t Christian’s fucking world, and he’s about to see that and run from it. It’s about as far removed from his world as it gets, and while it might have excited him a little to know that I get fucked on camera for money, I’m pretty sure the reality of that is going to sober him up any second now, and he’s going to leave the room and never want to look at me again. This is going to be the end, I’m sure of it. I’m already thinking about the awkward car ride back to DC. The inevitable ghosting. Nah, he’s not a ghoster; the inevitable text:things are really busy now that I’m back at work. And then:Sorry, Asher, this isn’t really what I’m looking for. You’re incredible, but we’re from different worlds.
And we are. It’s a fight in my head between:What was I thinking? And fuck, I’ve really ruined this. I’ve likely ruined the scene, too, because there’s no way I’m going to be able to stay hard now. Unless he gets up and leaves. If he leaves, then I can pretend he doesn’t exist for a bit and get this done; I’ve performed under worse conditions. I can deal with the fallout with Christian after. I just need to get through this, I just—
I’m in the middle of this thought when Cole spins me around to face him, pushing my overheated ass against the window, and I get my first look at Christian. My breath catches in my throat.
He doesn’t look disgusted or like he wants to escape.
He looks… mesmerised.
As Cole sucks my dick into his mouth, Christian’s dark eyes lock with mine, and his mouth curls up into the faintest hint of a smirk. When he gives me a small, reassuring nod and leans back in his chair, everything inside me mellows and relaxes. Christianisn’t going anywhere. He’s enjoying this.
Cole notices something is different because he lifts his head, pops off my dick, and gives me a sexy, toothy smile as he comes to his feet. Then, leaning in to press a kiss below my ear, he whispers: “Now, let’s show him what a good fucking boy you are…” Louder for the cameras, he says, “Go to the couch and spread yourself open.” Desire spikes through me, my asshole clenching, desperate to be filled and fucked. I push away from the window and go to the couch, giving Christian a smile as I kneel up on it. I hope he’s thinking about what I’d said to him before.I’ll wish it was you every time, because that’s exactly what I’m about to do. I wish it was him. I want it to be him. But knowing that I haven’t ruined this, knowing that he’s going to have a front row seat when Cole slides his monstrous dick into my hole, and that he’s turned on by it, is very much enough for right now.
Nineteen
Christian
Cole Sanders has the largest penis I’ve ever seen. He also seems to be made entirely of muscle, with hands the size of spades and thighs the circumference of Asher’s waist, but as he positions Asher over the arm of the couch and leans back to spit directly on his hole, I know I will still tackle him to the floor if he hurts him. Though the man has been nothing but gentle so far, treating Asher like a piece of fragile glass that will shatter if handled too roughly.
They could not be more different, visually. Asher fine-boned, pretty, and delicate all over; Cole the very embodiment of physical masculinity. Together, it’s one of the most arousing things I’ve ever seen.
My next thought is one I’ve had often throughout my life, at all sorts of moments. I’ve had it when I’m anxious about a speech I have to make or a meeting I have to attend. I’ve had it while on the phone to my car insurance company, or while watching a stage of the Tour de France on TV. And it is this: how did civilisation get to this? 2.8 million years of human evolution converging upon this moment: this beautiful, black-haired, blue-eyed boy having the largest dick I’ve ever seen pushed into his perfect asshole. I’d laugh if I wasn’t so completely turned on.Asher is sitting on the arm of the sofa now, back bent forward with his ass angled over the edge so his hole is open and ready to be filled.
“Fuck, look at this pretty hole… I can’t fucking wait to be in you.”
Asher turns his head to meet my eye. “I can’t wait either. Want you so fucking bad, daddy.”
Cole growls and leans in to kiss the back of his neck, then lowers Asher’s head to press his mouth to his at an upside down angle. Holding his chin, his cock pressed to the outside of Asher’s hole, he says in a desire-licked voice: “You gonna be a good boy for me, let me fuck you wide open?”
Asher nods. “Yes, I’ll be your good boy… I’ll be so good for you.” He opens his mouth and Cole licks into it with a low moan. Asher whines and wraps his hand around his own cock, which is hard against his stomach now. I’m rock hard in my jeans, and I’m extremely grateful I’d had the foresight to sit behind the bar and not over by the TV where it had been suggested initially.
The moment Cole pushes into him, Asher’s eyes fly open wide. Cole is still holding his head, staring down into his face almost lovingly as he gently guides his cock into his body.
“That’s it, baby, you can take it. Fuck, you’re so tight, Asher.”
Asher is panting now, gorgeous body trembling with pleasure as he plays with his cock. Christ, he really does love this. When he meets my eyes again, he has the smallest hint of a smile on his face.
“That’s it, right there,” he says, biting his lip as Cole pistons in and out. “You feel so good, daddy. Fuck.”
“Yeah, you like how my dick feels inside you, baby?”
Asher nods. “Yes, I do.”
Cole’s thrusts begin to slow, turning to lazy pulls in and out of Asher’s body. When he pulls out entirely, I have to blink myselfout of a trance, shifting to sit up straighter. “How about you wrap that pretty mouth around my dick, taste yourself on it.” He kisses Asher messily.
“Mmmm, yeah, okay.” He lets Cole manoeuvre him so he’s kneeling on the couch with his head where his arse had been a moment before. As Cole guides his dick, glittering and gigantic, toward Asher’s open, wet mouth, he meets my eyes again, keeping our gazes locked even as Cole groans in pleasure at the feel of his throat. The muscular man bends at the hips to reach toward Asher’s hole, then uses both hands to spread his cheeks and says, “Fuck, look at that pretty fucking hole.” He brings a hand to his mouth, sucking two fingers, then brings them to circle over the pink opening. “You want me back inside you, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” mumbles Asher around his dick.
“What a perfect little fuck hole.”
“Mmmmmh.”
When Cole lightly slaps Asher’s cheek, I stiffen, but as though sensing it, Asher pulls off Cole’s cock and gives me a reassuring smile before swallowing him again. There’s a phone—Asher’s, I think—on the floor pointing up, and I can only imagine how good it must look. Cole’s enormous dick pushing between Asher’s lips into his throat, throat filled and bobbing. It’s dangerously depraved. Then Cole is pulling out and moving behind Asher, folding his large form on all fours so he can return to his hole, kissing and sucking noisily on it for a few moments. I have to bite my tongue to stop from groaning aloud from want. I list all the things I’m going to do to Asher the moment I get him alone, the way I’ll command him to spread himself for me, touch himself for me, the words I’ll coax from him. I’ll make him beg for me. I’ll use his perfect little body until he can’t take anymore, until he’s mindless and broken from being fucked.
He’s writhing now, head dropped between his shoulders as he shoves back into Cole’s face. Suddenly, he lifts his head in my direction and smiles wickedly. His cheeks are bright cherry red now, gaze half-lidded and glittering with lust.
“Please fuck me. I need your dick inside me right fucking now…”