“I’m going, uppity cousin thinks I’m his fucking slave,” she grinned on her way to the door. Stopping she blew him a kiss.
“And lock the damned thing this time,” Caleb shouted when she was gone. “Well, cher, I’m embarrassed to my bones right now. You hungry?”
Darcy loved the way he ducked his eyes, the faint blush spreading lower onto his chest. His stomach made a strange little flip but Darcy didn’t think it was hunger. Oh, God. “I could eat.”
Caleb snaked his foot out and tucked it behind Darcy’s thigh. He hooked his knee and dragged him closer until Darcy’s knees hit the cabinet. Caleb smiled and hooked his other foot behind his legs, holding him close. “Then let’s get you fed.”
Darcy bit his tongue on a moan. Caleb’s voice should be declared a lethal weapon. Ripples of want and need that had nothing to do with food reverberated throughout Darcy’s body. “I like the sound of that. What’s on the menu?”
“Besides you?” Caleb nicked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and Darcy trembled. He clamped his hands on Caleb’s thighs to hold himself upright. “Beignets… let’s see…” he leaned over to inspect the tray of food, “Strawberries, ooh whipped cream, some eggs and bacon. Orange slices. Melon. We got the basics of breakfast.” He plucked a strawberry sliver from the bowl and placed it in his mouth.
Darcy reached for a beignet but Caleb shook his head. His eyes glimmering with mischief he pulled Darcy in for a kiss. Lips then tongue. Darcy felt the sliver of strawberry slip between his teeth. Sweet nectar, he moaned into Caleb’s mouth sucking the fruit along with the man’s tongue until Caleb pulled back. “I’m going to feed you, didn’t I tell you?”
“Jesus, Caleb, the things you do to me,” Darcy whispered after he swallowed.
“Oh, bebe, we are just getting started on the list of things I plan to do to you.” He pulled apart a square of the fried bread. Popping one section into his mouth, he held the other out for Darcy. “They’re still hot, and so sweet you just want to lick the sugar off your fingers.”
Darcy clenched his fingers, hard thigh muscles bunched and relaxed beneath them. With a trembling sigh, he took the piece of bread into his mouth, pulling the fingers in with it. It was Caleb’s turn to moan, his eyelids fluttered as Darcy suckled the sugar from his fingers. “Oh, fuck, Darce, fuck, baby.”
Darcy eased the pressure and Caleb slid his fingers into his mouth, slowly, in and out. “You like that?” His voice was hoarse, breaking as he spoke. Oh, God, Darcy had no answer. Tingles raced along his spine, down his back to cup his balls. Caleb’s fingers in his mouth did things to him he couldn’t explain. “Do you want more?”
Darcy nodded. He wasn’t capable of speech at the moment. Caleb pulled his fingers free and while Darcy swallowed the beignet, he placed another strawberry on his tongue while he trailed his fingers through the bowl of whipped cream. Darcy opened his mouth for the kiss, taking his tongue and holding it tight before letting it go. The whipped-cream-covered fingers followed and this time Darcy grabbed Caleb’s wrist and held him still while he sucked the sweet off him.
“Merde.” Caleb closed his eyes, his voice so low Darcy hardly heard him. “Oh, fuck, this went—oh, hell this wasn’t a good idea.”
“Why?” Darcy reached behind him and cupped his ass pulling him to the edge of the counter. Leaning into him, he touched his lips to Caleb’s licking him until he opened for him. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” He ground his cock into Caleb’s. Caleb gasped, and wrapped his legs tight around him, holding him captive.
“Not quite as quickly, but yes, I was hoping it would lead to something more than just eating.” Caleb leaned back against the wall, his mouth safely out of reach. “I want you, Darcy. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you.”
Darcy groaned. Chills raced over his body. “Why did you pull away?” It wasn’t exactly what he thought he would say. He mourned the loss of Caleb’s sweet mouth on his.
“Because, baby, your kisses are lethal. I can’t think with your mouth on mine.” His lips quirked in a smile, Darcy noticed the bright color and slight puffiness of his lips and blushed. “I love when you blush.” He traced a finger along Darcy’s jawline. “Pretty frissons. Darcy, I want—”
He stopped speaking, a pained expression on his face. Caleb bit his lower lip as if he were unsure of himself. “I’ll do whatever you want, Caleb, just ask.” But he knew. He didn’t need to hear the words. He trailed his hand along Caleb’s stomach waiting for him to ask; he snagged the denim just below his navel and tugged. “Can I… I want to taste you.” He popped the top button of Caleb’s jeans, watching him, waiting for confirmation of his suspicion. The ridge trapped beneath the fabric growing larger would have been enough.
“Say it, Darcy, I want to hear you say it,” Caleb whispered, easing his hands under Darcy’s he popped the remaining buttons and slid his jeans down his thighs. “I want your mouth on me. I want you to make me fly with that glorious mouth of yours. Say it, Darcy, tell me you want me.”
“Caleb—” Darcy choked on the words, “I want to suck you, your—”
“Cock, baby, or dick,” he supplied the word Darcy stumbled on. “I want you to suck my cock. Oh, please Darce, sweet, pretty Darce, I want you so much I shiver with it.”
“Cock. I want to know what you taste like.” Darcy swiped his fingers through the whipped cream and offered them to Caleb. To his surprise he took them, the pressure of his mouth as he sucked him clean sent sparks of molten need spiraling through his body, to his own cock. “Oh, shit, that feels good,” His knees went weak. Withdrawing his fingers from Caleb’s hot mouth, he scooped another huge glob of cream but instead of offering it to Caleb; he slicked his fingers over the head of his cock.
“Merde,” Caleb hissed between his teeth, the sticky sweet fluff was cold. He arched his hips and Darcy took advantage and dragged his jeans the rest of the way down. “Oh, please, baby, just… please.”
Darcy leaned over him and caught his lips for a fast kiss before he going lower Caleb smelled nice, like soap, and whipped cream, sweat vanilla and man. Something primal throbbed through Darcy, sending his heart racing. He touched him, carefully, afraid for a moment. He was silky, and hard, and hot. The cream separated, liquid dribbled down his length like a melting ice cream cone, and before Darcy could stop to think, he pressed his tongue to the silky heat and licked the trickle away.
Caleb’s moan of pleasure gave him courage to lick his way to the head and, with one last look at Caleb, he closed his mouth over him and sucked the cream away. Caleb gripped his head, holding him tight in his long fingers. “Darce, feels so good.”
He swallowed the sticky sweet, licking the tip with his tongue. Caleb’s panting breath encouraging him to take more. Sweet turned to salty, salty to hot and oh, God, how could this taste so good. He opened his mouth wider taking him deeper, he gagged as he touched the back of his throat, relaxed and went lower. Caleb flexed his hips slowly, gently and Darcy held still letting him slide inside him. He could see his eyes from his position, the green growing darker, murkier as his passion grew. He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily and that’s when Darcy felt it, the tightening of muscles, his fingers going stiff, his cock grew hot and rigid in his mouth.
“I’m going to come, baby. You suck so nice, I can’t stop.” The words were little more than ragged gasps before he went over with a loud cry. Darcy’s name burned in his ears as hot savory cum shot into his mouth. He gagged again. No matter that he knew it was coming, he wasn’t ready. He gulped, taking him in deeper, drinking him down. He suckled him until he stopped shaking. “Darcy. I want you inside me.”
It was too much. His dick throbbed painfully inside his pants. This need for Caleb was more than he understood. He wanted to whimper; he wanted to curl up and try to figure out exactly how he’d gotten to this point. Instead, he stood up and with jerky hands, he dragged his shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor with Caleb’s jeans. “Tell me what you want Caleb?�
� He turned his words back to him as he stepped out of his pants. “What do you want me to do to you?”
“I want your cock inside me, Darcy, bebe. I want you to pound me into next week, make me fly to the moon. I want you to fuck me hard and fast and fill me full.” Caleb shifted on the counter pulling his legs back as he dragged Darcy closer. His lips weren’t tender when he kissed him, his hands were demanding, bruising as Caleb tried to wrap himself around him. “Please, bebe. Fuck me, now, here.”
Darcy stepped away, his heart pounding inside his chest so hard he couldn’t breathe. He saw a small glass decanter filled with a pale, yellowish oil beside the stovetop not far away. He slicked his hand with it and then his cock and with a quick thrust, he was inside Caleb.
It wasn’t gentle, it wasn’t sweet, it was brutal and Caleb sighed, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Oh yeah, shit, Darce. More.”
And Darcy gave him more. He slid his hands beneath him and lifted him. Caleb fell back onto his elbows holding his body rigid as Darcy thrust into him, his legs locked around his hips, his cock filled and sweat sheened on his body. He was beautiful, his eyes a deep shade of green, slitted in pleasure. He growled Darcy’s name begging for more and harder and Darcy gave him both. He braced his feet wide apart and lifted Caleb higher against him, holding his hips he thrust inside him until Caleb cried out. He arched his back, his head thrown back as he howled Darcy’s name, his pleasure shooting in ribbons to coat his belly.
“Oh, God.” Darcy watched him come, fascinated by the raw power in his lithe body, he held him as he came down, stroking into him slower now, Caleb’s muscles working with his strokes to push him over the brink. “Caleb.” He couldn’t stop he couldn’t catch his breath. He came hard, pulsing into him, his name the only coherent thought. Caleb. Caleb. His whole world revolved around Caleb.
Minutes passed while Darcy held his hips, their bodies still joined. Both slick with sweat and cum and Darcy noticed how still he was. He lay boneless on the counter, his legs slack around Darcy’s waist.
“Caleb?” Darcy lowered his legs to the floor, withdrawing he leaned over him. He still didn’t move despite the odd position. “Caleb?” A shot of fear lanced through Darcy then, he gripped his chin. “Dammit, Caleb, look at me.”
His eyes fluttered open, his mouth stretched into a long languid smile. His breathing was shallow. “You scared me,” Darcy practically barked in relief as he tugged him to his feet.
Caleb fell around him, his arms draped over his shoulders. He buried his face in Darcy’s neck, holding on for dear life. His laugh was low and soft. His first words were in French, incomprehensible French.
“Darcy,” he breathed in and out against his neck, his hands soft against his back as he stroked him. “Darce, bebe, I think maybe you done fucked my brains right out. I can’t move I feel so good.”
Darcy sighed when his lips grazed his neck. He wrapped him in his arms and held him. Swaying a little under his weight and because he felt like it. Holding him, protecting him, loving him. Oh God.
“Grab the food, cher, and take me to bed before I fall down completely.” Caleb’s body trembled under his hands. “We’ll feed each other and then I’m going to make you feel just like this. How does that sound, bebe?”
“Good, Caleb.” Darcy trembled at his words. Oh God, it sounded so damned good, to be wanted like this, to feel like this. He lifted the platter of food and somehow he managed to get them both into Caleb’s bed before collapsing.
Chapter Six
Sometime later, as he lay hot and sweaty in the middle of Caleb’s bed, his dick still hard, he remembered to ask the question he should have asked before letting Caleb into his pants again. “What happened to your first boyfriend?”
“Are you my boyfriend, Darcy?” He felt Caleb’s mouth stretch into a smile against his chest. “It’s been too long since I had one.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready to go that far. And you avoided the question. What was your uncle talking about, Caleb?”
“Well, cher, despite being wild as the day is long, I was still a virgin when I went away to college, in all ways. I had this art professor, he was older, forty, and he liked me. After the semester ended, I let him seduce me. God, I was so stupid. I didn’t come home for Christmas, I went away with him, I let him do things to me that I never even knew a person could do to another. I fell in love with him. I did everything he wanted me to do.” Darcy could hear the pain in his voice. “They found him murdered in a hotel in Baton Rouge. It was years before I let myself love someone again. I took lovers, men and women between them, but, cher, people I love have a tendency to die.”
“What does that have to do with me?” Darcy felt as if something was squeezing his chest.
“My uncle is a bigot, Darcy, don’t let what he says bother you.”
The pain in his chest grew tighter, he knew Caleb well enough now to know he was putting up a shield. Caleb’s fingers cinched his cock, stroking him to life. Darcy knew he wanted him to forget. He let him take him in his mouth; let him make him forget this wasn’t real. “Make love to me,” he said because he wanted it, and because he’d already forgotten.
There was no pain this time, just incredible pleasure as Caleb entered him. He lifted his legs just as he’d done the night before, Caleb’s eyes intense as he moved inside him. The silver cross dangled between them, touching him when he dipped low to taste him. “J’aime yous baiser.” Darcy repeated the words from the night before. “I love fucking you. God, that feels so damned good, Caleb.”
His laugh was tight, controlled; the look in his eyes was guarded as he lost control. “Mon amour doux. Je t’aime. J’aime vous baiser,” he whispered as Darcy burst apart.
When Darcy finally made it home, he found Bailey leaning against the door of his apartment. There was anger in her blue eyes. Jealousy. Shit. Shame spiraled in his stomach, regret followed. He stepped beside her and opened the door. “Inside, before you open your mouth, just get inside.”
“You never even made it home last night, Darcy, what the hell are you doing? Was it Amber? That slut disappeared around the same time you did, and she called in sick too. Jesus, look at you, hickeys all over your neck.” She at least waited until he closed the door before she went off on him.
“It was no one you know, and what does it matter to you anyway? You’ve been sleeping with Chester since Christmas.”
“Which is none of your business.”
“And what makes my life or who I sleep with any of your business? Christ, we aren’t married. Sometimes I feel like we are, but we aren’t. I can fuck whomever I please, same as you.”
She looked as if he’d slapped her. There were tears in her eyes. “This isn’t the Darcy I know and love, the Darcy I love wouldn’t—”
“Wouldn’t what, Bailey? I like sex too, I like having someone make me feel like a man instead of some damned standby to be used when there isn’t anyone better. When was the last time you did anything for me? Shit, why in the hell are we having this conversation?”
“Because you come dragging in at five in the afternoon dressed in the same clothes you wore yesterday. You blew off work, just so you could spend the day in some whore’s bed.”
“And you and Chester never take extended lunches? You don’t lock the door to your office, ever? Jesus, Bailey, did you think I didn’t know about you and Chester? Do you think I’m an idiot? Do you think I’m going to be there for you when he gets tired of you so you can have someone to fall back on? I followed you down here, but it doesn’t matter to you that I’m not happy here. Did it ever occur to you even once, that I might have actually loved you before you took another lover?”
“You love me? Dar, why didn’t you ever tell me?”
She sat heavily on the sofa, shock clear on her face. Darcy watched her eyes turn calculating, she’d always been a great actress. He realized that now. Maybe he’d known it all along. This thing with Bailey was wrong, he’d always known it. There was nothin
g in his heart when he said the words she’d wanted to hear. Nothing at all when she looked at him with those big blue eyes filled with tears. No love, no hate, nothing.
“Would it have mattered, I mean really mattered? We’ve been together for nearly ten years, and it’s never mattered before now.”
“It’s always mattered to me, I thought you wanted to wait, I thought you were happy with no strings. I thought when we were both at the right place in our career it would all come together, we would get married and have children and everything would be fine. Darcy, I don’t love Chester, not like I love you. We can forget about all this, we can elope. Go home and tell our parents. Oh, Darcy, I want that so much.”
“I don’t.” He felt trapped as if his world was tilting out of control. This is the way it had always been between them. Everything so fast he didn’t have time to think, just react. He wanted to make her happy so he agreed with everything, he always had. Hell, he was still standing at the door holding the knob in his hand.
He looked around his small apartment, she lived on the next floor up. She’d picked them out, rented both places so they could be close. Close together, but not together. Close enough to walk to work. Everything was going to be perfect. But it wasn’t perfect.
“What do you mean, you don’t? You just said you did. Darcy you are confusing me. I love you so much I’ve always loved you, I just thought you needed time and…”
The devil was riding his back, must have been, the old Darcy would never have done what he was about to do. He crossed the room and sat beside her, right beside her, so close he sat on her skirt. “I know you fooled around on me, Bailey, I’ve always known. You know I never did, always faithful, like a dog. I waited for you to come back time and time again like a fool. I let you use me for anything you wanted because I thought you loved me, deep inside. I waited for you to get it out of your system. I waited. Time and time again. I waited. I thought maybe it was me, I thought I just wasn’t enough for you, that it was all my fault. I wasn’t man enough to keep you happy—or maybe I was just too afraid to be who I really am. I was afraid to look outside the small world I’d built to see if there was anything else. I was content to wait for you, because there was always that niggling doubt in the back of my head that something might just be wrong with me. I guess I thought I somehow deserved what you did to me. I was a fool Bailey, now my eyes are open.”
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