Page 15 of Forever and Always #1

BOBBY

W e walk out the restaurant, my hand holding his. We walk to our cars, Darke’s car parked next to me. Then I had a idea.

“How about you drive to my place? I would love for you to see my place inside” I ask. “Follow my car, so you know where it is”

Darke’s eyes light up with excitement as he kisses my forehead, “I’d love to see your place, little prince,” he says, his voice low and with anticipation.

I get into my car, he gets in his and we drive to my place.

When we arrive at my place, Darke’s eyes widen in surprise as he gets out of his car. “You live in a loft?” he asks, his voice filled with admiration.

I nod, feeling a sense of pride. “Yeah, I love the exposed brick and the high ceilings,” I explain, unlocking my door, leading him inside.

As we walk in, Darke takes in the decor, his eyes scanning the room. “It’s beautiful, Bobby,” he says, his voice sincere. “You have great taste.”

I blush, feeling a sense of happiness. “Thanks, beast. I’m glad you like it.” Closing the door behind me.

Darke turns to me, his eyes locked onto mine. “I like everything about you, little prince,” he says, his voice low and husky.

Then his towering frame heads towards me.

Darke pushes me against the door, grabs my throat gently and crushes his lips on mine. My cocks get hard.

I need him.

“Is this okay, little prince?” Making sure it’s okay. I nod, and his lips are back on mine. His hand gently on my throat.

The kiss deepens, and I feel myself melting into Darke’s embrace. His lips are soft and gentle, yet passionate and demanding. I can feel his heart racing, and his hands cradling my face with care.

As we break apart for air and Darke taking his hand off my throat, his eyes search mine. “You’re still okay about this, Bobby?”

I nod again, and he smiles, his lips curling up.

“Good,” he whispers, his breath tickling my ear. “I don’t want to scare you, little prince. I just can’t help myself around you. You turn me on.”

I blush, putting my hands on his strong chest. “You’re not scaring me, Darke,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “I like it.”

Darke’s eyes sparkle with delight, and he leans in again, his lips tracing mine. I feel myself getting lost in the kiss, in the moment, in Darke’s arms.

I unbuttoned his shirt and feel his solid body of muscles.

He grins with mischief. “You like that don’t you, little prince?” I nod, leaving kisses on his chest pecs.

He slowly takes off his shirt and letting it drop on my wooden floor.

“Beast…. I need more of you,” I say with a whisper, brushing my lips against his. My cock strains against my pants. I can feel his erection too on my belt.

He growls. “You too, little prince. Where’s your bed?” He asks, as he picks me and cradles me in his arms.

I point to the stairs leading up to my loft bedroom, and Darke carries me up, his muscles flexing effortlessly as he moves.

“This door right here,” I whisper into his chest. He kicks the door, and we enter.

Darke walks over to my bed, with white sheets and lays me down, his eyes never leaving mine.

He tears my shirt off, growling. I throw my shirt on the carpet.

Darke looks at my small fit frame. He puts a finger on my small biceps than his, and trails it down. I moan by his touch.

“Little prince, you have no idea how beautiful you are,” he says.

I look at him at he towers me with his muscular frame. His tattoos on his biceps. “I like your body too, beast.”

“I’m glad you like my body, little prince,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. “I’ve been working hard to impress you.” He flex his muscles to show me.

I blush, a rush of excitement within me. “You’ve definitely impressed me, Darke,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

Darke grins, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Good,” he says, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I want to impress you, body and soul.”

“Beast…. just kiss me, please,” I plea to him, wanting my lips on him already.

Darke leans down and kisses me, my lips crashing against his with a hunger that can only be described as animal of need. He responds eagerly, his hands running through my hair as we devour each other’s mouths.

“My beast,” I say in a whisper, my voice thick with desire.

“My little prince,” he says with a growl, cupping his cheeks in my hands.

I hesitate for a moment before finally asking, “Do you have a condom?”

He smiles at me before reaching into his jean pocket and pulling out a condom. “I do,” he says as he tears it open and roll it onto his cock.

“You ready for this?” he asks with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“Fuck yeah,” I say with a grin as he pushes me onto the bed, lust in both of our eyes.

We kiss deeply as I position myself so he can enter my ass – feeling him hard and ready beneath me. With one thrust, he’s inside me – the feeling of his dick filling up around inside my ass.

“Darke….,” I moan out loud.

“You’re doing so good, little prince,” he says thrusting inside me slowly.

Then we quicken the pace. We smell of sweat and sex.

“I got you,” Darke whispers with a growl.

We move together in a frenzy of passion and lust – our bodies colliding over and over again until finally he come undone beneath me.

* * *

After I made him come with his cock an hour ago, we lay on the bed. His hands stroking my dirty blonde hair. I look at his pattern of his tattoos on his biceps. I want to know how he got them.

I carefully look at him and ask, “How did you get your tattoos on your biceps?”

Darke’s eyes cloud for a moment, and he pauses, his hands stilling in my hair. “I got them in prison,” he says finally, his voice low and rough.

I look up at him, surprised. “Prison?” I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper.

Darke nods, his jaw clenched. “Yeah, I was in for a few years. I made some mistakes, little prince. But I’ve paid for them.”

I’m a little surprised I’m dating a law enforcement officer, who went to prison. I hope he didn’t kill anyone.

I reach up my hands, tracing the tattoos on his biceps. “They’re beautiful,” I say, my voice filled with sincerity. “And they suit you.”

Darke’s eyes soften, and he smiles, his hands resuming their gentle stroking of my hair. “Thanks, little prince,” he says, his voice deep and filled with love. “That means a lot coming from you.”

We lay there in silence for a moment, the only sound the gentle rustling of my hair under Darke’s fingers.

Ask him, Bobby!

“So then how did you get into law enforcement if you’ve been to prison?” I ask.

Darke’s expression turns introspective, and he takes a deep breath before answering.

“It’s a long story, little prince, but I’ll try to keep it short.

I was young and stupid when I went to prison.

I made mistakes, but I learned from them.

When I got out, I wanted to turn my life around.

I worked hard, got my GED, and then went to college.

I studied criminal justice, and I knew I wanted to be a cop.

I wanted to make a difference, to help people. ”

He pauses, collecting his thoughts.

“It wasn’t easy, of course. My record made it tough to get hired, but I persevered. I did ride-along, volunteered, and eventually, I landed a job at a small department. I worked my way up, proved myself, and eventually, I got hired by Norton PD here in Massachusetts.”

Darke looks at me, his eyes serious. “I know my past isn’t perfect, but I’ve worked hard to redeem myself. I’m proud of what I’ve accomplished, and I hope you can see that, too.”

I nod, touched by Darke’s sincerity and determination. This man went through rough times, and for some reason, I’m happy he turned his life around.

“I’m proud of you,” I say in a whisper, putting a hand on his stubble cheek.

Darke’s eyes soften, and he smiles, his face relaxing under my touch. “Thanks, little prince,” he says, his voice filled with emotion.

He turns his head, nuzzling my palm, and I feel a rush of affection for this complex, rugged man. His stubble tickles my skin, and I trace the contours of his face, feeling a deep connection.

Then, he wraps his strong arms around me. I cuddle against his chest.

I look up at his brown eyes. His eyes are watery and shining.

Darke’s eyes lock onto mine, and he whispers, “I’m falling for you, Bobby. My little prince.”

My heart skips a beat, and I feel my pulse racing. I smile a little, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m falling for you too, Darke. My beast.” And I mean it with all of my heart.