Page 84 of Darling
I let my eyes close and my body sink back against his chest, a feeling of delicious contentment settled low and warm in my stomach, the buzz of good food and arousal flowing through my veins. In the living room, he tugs me back toward him and our mouths and hands find each other immediately. We stand and kiss for a long time, slow, hypnotic kisses, which leave me hard and panting and desperate for him.
“Fuck, I really love how you kiss me,” I say as he turns my head to suck at my throat and collarbone.
“Mmm. I really love kissing you, darling.” He’s hard as stoneagainst my thigh, hot, thick cock constrained tightly beneath his jeans. I want it out. I want it in my hand, my mouth, my ass. He tugs off my T-shirt and then kisses across my exposed chest, the backs of his hands skimming my pecs, my nipples, and then down over the flat of my stomach before very slowly going to his knees. The pants I’m wearing have an elasticated waistband, and he pulls them down, my jock too, and sucks my dick right into his mouth.
“Shit,” I gasp, clutching a fistful of his hair. “That’s… fuck, Christian…”
He makes an unintelligible noise but doesn’t stop sucking, pupils blown black and wide as he deep throats me. While he’s down there, I step out of my pants and underwear, and he pulls off my cock to kiss my stomach and hips and the tops of my thighs, featherlight kisses that send goosebumps over every inch of my body.
“I love your body, sweetheart,” he murmurs, cherishing it with his eyes and hands and mouth. Still on his knees, he fumbles his way out of his pants until I tug him to stand so he can get them off easier. He kisses me again as he strips. When he’s out of his clothes, he turns me to face the couch, nudging my hips so that I’m bent forward to grip the back, and then he’s on his knees again behind me.
His hands smooth over my ass and thighs, down over my calves and back up: worshipping me with his touch. When he pulls open my cheeks and leans in to kiss my hole, my knees almost buckle. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispers against the tender flesh before kissing it again. Desperate to touch him, I reach between my legs to where his cock is jutting out from his body, long and red and obscenely thick. I groan at the feel of it in my hand, the pulse urgent against my fingers. “So. bloody. Gorgeous,” he growls impatiently against my hole. Standing, he pulls me up and tight against him, arms coming around me towrap me up in him.
“Fuck me,” I pant as he finds my mouth.
“Ask nicely.”
“Please, daddy.”
And he does.
After he’s fucked me into the couch, slow sensual fucking that almost made me cry, I lie with my head on his furred chest as he strokes his fingers down my spine. We’re still naked, but the apartment is hot, too hot actually, and I should get up and open the balcony door, but I’m way too comfortable.
“What are you doing next Friday?” he asks conversationally.
“Uh, probably nothing, why?”
“Well, there’s an event at my house.”
“At your palace, you mean?”
“My palace, yes. It’s a dinner—well, it’s finger food, which by anyone’s standards is hardly dinner—but there are a lot of people coming. Local business owners, entrepreneurs and creatives, as well as the usual dignitaries and politicians, of course.”
“Of course.”
“It’s a good mix of attendees. I wondered if you’d like to come. If you think you can stand it. There’s a gallery owner attending; I could introduce you to him.”
I sit up so I can see his face. “You want me to come to dinner at your house?”
“Palace,” he corrects teasingly. “And it’s more of a party. You can bring a friend, of course.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you to be bored and alone, and the sheer number of people I’m told I have to bloody talk to, I’ll barely have time to say hello.”
“No—why do you want me to come? How is that even… Imean, how will you explain it?”
“Like I said, lots of local creatives there, and you’re a young, upcoming artist. It’s hardly going to raise eyebrows.”
“What about Stephen Gardiner?”
“Oh, he’s not invited.”
“That’s not…”
“I know.” He gives me a reassuring look. “Darling, I told you, you don’t have to worry about him.”
“Yeah, that’s the bit I don’t get, this guy was outside my house, accusing you and me of having anillicit affair. A guy who works for someone who’s trying to ruin your life. If I’m spotted at your house at a party, surely it just proves everything to be true. It gives them exactly what they need.”