As he works, he says, “Like I told you, my family was chocolatiers. They only worked with the finest Belgian techniques to create the best chocolates possible. But they never worked with anything as wonderful as you.”
He leans and licks the chocolate off my nipples before adding more in its place.
It’s surreal, but I’m dripping wet from his actions. From laying here and being used for his amusement. I whimper, wishing he would touch my pussy, the way he’d touched it in Austin. I part my legs slightly, in want.
Hunger
(Liam)
Darcy looks divine, coated in my chocolate designs. If I didn’t think she’d object, I’d take photos. Instead, I burn the memory of her into my head.
She’s parted her legs, exposing her glistening pussy lips. I can’t resist leaning over to taste her, she’s even more delicious than the chocolate.
The container holds several hundred dollars worth of high quality chocolate, I chuckle, and tip it up, letting the chocolate sauce flow out and onto her. I hold it over her pussy, and watch with amusement as it trickles over and through her folds.
She gasps, and surprises me by spreading her legs wider. I can’t help but smile, I knew she was perfect for me.
The chocolate flows down her, and pools underneath her. I plant my hands on her thighs and slide her around on the wide counter, putting her ass at the edge. She laughs as she glides easily in the excess chocolate, giving me easy access to her pussy.
Kneeling, I bury my face between her legs. The chocolate is everywhere, and quickly coats my cheeks and chin. This was a messy idea, but I don’t fucking care.
I stroke her thighs until my hands reach her pussy, and I rest them alongside her lips. Leaning, I dart out my tongue and lick through her folds. My mouth fills with an exquisite mix of Darcy and rich chocolate.
My tongue probes through her lips and locates her clit. I twirl around it, back and forth as if I were making a truffle.
I blow across it, and she gasps, “Liam.”
My mouth turns up in a half smile before I bring her clit into my mouth and suck. She moans and wiggles, and I hold her thighs down to keep her still.
“Oh my God, it’s too much,” she pleads, but I ignore her and keep sucking and rolling her clit with my tongue.
“Fuck,” she yells in a high-pitched scream, bucking her hips as much as she can against the hard counter.
Darcy surprises me again, coming so easily under my touch. All of my instincts about her were right. I reward her by delving two fingers into her entrance without letting up my treatment of her clit.
Her walls are spasming and pulsing against my fingers. I’m happy to give her something to clamp onto, but I’d rather it be my cock than my fingers.
I reach down my other hand, and pull a condom from my pocket. I undo my belt buckle, unzip my tux pants and spring my dick from my boxers.
Releasing my mouth on her, I pull out my fingers and stand to my full height. I take her hands, and pull her into a seated position. Her eyes slide up to mine, and a band of red flushes across her face, as if she can’t believe she let me do this do her.
Without giving Darcy more time to think, I grip the back of her head and crush my mouth against hers. I still have chocolate on my face and my lips. The taste on my tongue is a mix of her and chocolate, and she groans as I explore her mouth with it.
She responds with hunger, and runs her hands over my shoulders and arms, her fingers squeezing my muscles as they explore me.
Releasing her head, I reach down and put on the condom. I stand closer to the counter, and pull her to the edge, so that she is merely perching on it. I grind my hard cock against her slick lips, and groan involuntarily.
Since I met her, I’ve been waiting for this, and my cock screams to be inside her.
Darcy reaches her hand down and fumbles for my dick, but I push it away and line up my tip with her entrance.
I break our kiss, and in a low growl say, “I need to be in you.”
“Please,” she says. Her breathy voice begging for my cock hardens me even more.
Without waiting any longer, I drive my cock into her, and shudders fly up my back. Darcy gasps and swallows hard as her tight pussy adjusts to me. Her walls stretch to take all of me.
Holding her in place, I thrust into her. Each movement sending more and more shudders up my back. But her body isn’t close enough for me, each of my thrusts pushes her away and the counter isn’t enough to hold her in place.
Frustrated, I hold her against me, pick her up with my cock still buried in her, and back her against the stainless steel fridge.
Finally, she’s held in place as I pound into her, the chocolate sticks our skin together. My chest and legs have now become coated in it as well, though I barely notice.
Darcy wraps her arms and legs around me, and holds tight, her fingers digging into my back. Her moans get louder with each thrust, and fuel my ears with more want.
I can tell she’s close, and want to feel her come on my cock more than anything. I want her walls to grip me, and pulsate against me until her spasms make me come.
“Fuck, Darcy, you feel so good. My dick is in heaven,” I growl at her.
Darcy’s nails dig into my back, sending shivers radiating out from each spot. Her grip is involuntary, a reaction to being on the edge, and I want to tip her over.
“Come,” I demand, “before I do. I want to feel you. I want to feel what I do to you.” I kiss her neck, and suck the soft flesh between my teeth.
One more thrust and she dissolves. Her legs fall from my waist, her fingers dig deeper into me, and her entire body jerks and quivers between me and the fridge.
Her walls spasm strongly around my cock. I try to hold back, to delay my pleasure, but she moans at a pitch that runs straight down my spine to my balls.
I pin her against the fridge as I fill the condom and hold her there as my body is rocketed with shudders. I seem to climax for an extraordinary amount of time, and I relish every second.
Darcy is mine. The one I want. There’s no sliver of a doubt.
As my body comes back to earth, I realize sweat is trickling into my eyes, and I wipe it away with my arm.
“That wasn’t how I thought the evening would end,” she says, her breathing ragged.
I can’t help but laugh. “Me neither.”
Gently, I pull away from Darcy, enabling her to stand. She’s coated in chocolate, and after glancing down, I realize I am too.
“Let’s get cleaned up,” I say.
After chucking the condom in the trash, I take her hand and lead her out of the room.
When we reach an area covered in silk carpet, she says, “We shouldn’t walk on this, it’ll ruin the carpet.”
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” I say, tugging her to the stairs and towards my ensuite.
Her eyes widen, and she glances back at the drips of chocolate we’re leaving in our wake.
“Wow, how on earth big is your bed?” She asks as we enter my bedroom.
“Big enough for two.”
“I’ll say. What is it? Seven-, eight-feet long?”
“Seven. I’m tall, I don’t like my feet to hang off the end,” I say, squeezing her hand.
Leading her into the washroom, I flick on the water in the large walk-in shower and position her under the flow of the water. The chocolate streaks down her, and she almost looks like she’s melting.
Room for Two
(Darcy)
I watch as chocolate streams down my body and spirals into the drain.
“Let me do it,” Liam says.
He takes a washcloth, suds it up and slowly washes me clean. I close my eyes, remembering how good it feels to shower with someone. To be treated so intimately and delicately.
“Next time you’re going to have to let me work the chocolate,” I say, eyeing Liam’s shockingly large dick.
He brushes my hair from my face in a tender action, and says, “As long as there�
��s a next time.”
My eyes flare as I realize what I said. Without any doubt or second guessing or fear, the words came out. I shift my gaze to the drain, watching as the water and chocolate twirls and vanishes.
Nudging my cheek with his lips, Liam draws my eyes off the floor and into his. My breath is heavy, and I suddenly feel light headed. He kisses my lips, but I’m paralyzed and can’t respond to his touch.
“Stop being afraid, Darcy Knight, and live,” he says.
“What?” I exclaim as I take a step back from him.
“I mean, give us a chance. Stop running from your past and embrace your future.”
“Huh? What do you know about my past?” My brow is furrowed, and I’m completely out of the stream of water. Goose bumps coat my skin, either from the cooler air or his comment.
Liam pulls me back into the water, into him. He wraps his strong arms around me, and says, “I Googled you. ‘Darcy Knight founded the charity Young Hearts after losing her fiancé to a heart attack at a young age.’”
My jaw drops, and I look up at him, searching his face for an explanation. I suppose it’s normal to Google people. After all, I tried finding him online. And my past isn’t hidden. But the memory is still raw. The pain still so great, that I swore I’d never expose myself to it again.
“That’s why you don’t do second dates, isn’t it?” Liam asks, his voice tender.
“Maybe. So?”
“So, I understand why your father said those things to you. As much as whatever else he said and however big an ass he is. It was awful, and tragic, but what would be even more tragic is if you missed out on your life from fear of living.”
I swallow, but it doesn’t relieve the tightness in my throat. Tears well in my eyes, and start to roll down my cheeks. I put my face back in the flow of the water to mask them.
No one has ever confronted me about the situation, certainly not a man I’ve just had sex with and am standing naked in a shower with.
It’s an issue I’ve been grappling with all week. After my feelings in Austin, and then Kirsten’s lecture, I’ve been trying to be logical. But at the same time, these fucking feelings I get whenever I’m in Liam’s presence completely destroy any chance I have at pretending I’m a Vulcan. All I want to do when I’m with him is melt into his arms and let him hold me forever.
Or whatever else he wants to do to me.
Despite four years of trying not to feel anything for any man, he walked into my life and set me on fire. He makes my body scream too loud for me to ignore. And fills me with some kind of joy when we talk.
I can’t do this anymore — I can’t fight my heart, or my body. No matter how hard I try, the fear in my mind can’t fight against the rest of me.
“I think maybe for you, I can do a second date,” I say quietly, and wonder if my words were lost in the noise of the shower.
Liam tucks my hair behind my ear, and closes his mouth over mine. His lips electrify me, and ground me. I can give him a chance. Give myself a chance at feeling love again.
My mind races, wondering what Tanner would think. Would falling in love with someone else be betraying him? I’ve never stopped loving Tanner. Is there room to love someone else as well?
I remember what Tanner once said to me, All I want is for you to be happy. Does this count? Is this what he’d want? For me to find happiness without him?
Breaking the kiss, I breathe. I suck down great gulps and force the air into my lungs. All I can see is Tanner’s face, his dimples showing as he smiles at me.
For a moment, I forget where I am, and the grief comes flooding back. It washes over me as if I’ve just learned of his fatal coronary. My knees weaken and I feel as though I’m going to collapse to the ground.
“Hey, hey,” Liam says, and I realize where I am and who I’m with.
“Sorry,” I say and manage a weak smile before burying myself in his chest to prevent him from seeing my face.
Liam holds me tight, and we stand in the pounding water while I try my best not to break down.
I want to do this, with him. To try to see if this powerful thing between us leads anywhere. I really do. But how embarrassing that it’s started this way, with me falling apart in his shower. Hopefully he hasn’t noticed.
“Your heart is big enough for two,” he says softly in my ear.
I scoff. “All the money in the world won’t save you from a heart attack.”
“Perhaps,” he says, leaning back and raising his eyebrows. “But it does buy me the best preventative care. You’re right, no one is totally safe. You’ve been unlucky before. It’s not going to happen to you again.”
“But…” I start to protest but he strokes my cheek.
“It must be difficult, I can’t even imagine, but I’ll support you. Just don’t run from me again, or hide away and deny what you know we can have.”
A final tear trickles down my cheek, and Liam brushes it away with his thumb. I swallow hard, this time releasing all the tension in my throat. I feel lighter, somehow. As if I’ve set down the millstone I’ve been carrying around since Tanner died four and a half years ago.
I even manage to smile at Liam, a broad smile that radiates up from deep inside me. His supportive words make me want to jump up and wrap my arms and legs around him again. Instead, almost bashfully, I say, “Thank you.”
He shuts off the water and pulls a giant, fluffy white towel from the heated towel rail and wraps it around me. Without getting himself a towel, he rubs over my back and arms, drying my body.
“Thirsty?” He asks as he finally reaches for his own towel.
“A drink would be good,” I say, knowing I won’t be leaving this palatial apartment anytime soon.
Liam takes my towel and holds out one of his bathrobes for me to put my arms in. Once my arms are through, he wraps it around me and ties the waistband. It’s huge, but comfy and warm, and smells like him.
After he puts on another bathrobe, he takes my hand and says, “Come.”
He hasn’t bothered to do up the tie of his bathrobe, and it hangs open as we walk. It’s a good thing he’s holding my hand and guiding me, because I’m definitely not looking where I’m going. I can’t pull my eyes from his tattoo-covered muscles, and the massive dick that seems like it reaches to his knees.
Ready For It
(Darcy)
I expect us to go back into the kitchen, instead Liam leads me into another room. It’s off one of his sitting rooms, and has a wall of glass with a glass door. Inside, it’s cool and the walls are lined with wine bottles. One wall is all white wine, the other all red.
“It’s to keep the different types at the correct drinking temperature,” he says as I crane my neck around.
“Of course,” I say.
Liam opens another glass door, and asks, “Pink or white?”
“Pink. Champagne, I assume?”
“Of course.” He pulls out a bottle of Champagne, which I recognize as Perrier-Jouet because they have my favorite labels of any bottle.
“For you,” he says, handing me a flute of pink bubbles.
“Cheers,” I say as I take it from him.
We leave the wine cellar, and sit in the opulent room beside it. One wall is the glass wall that separates the wine cooler area, another wall has several large windows with stunning views over Central Park.
Liam sits on the sofa, and I cuddle up beside him, my legs draped over his, my head on his shoulder. Everything feels so right, so perfect, and I have to keep reminding myself that this is real. Surprisingly, I don’t even have to remind myself once not to run away. Running is the last thing on my mind.
I trace my fingers over his tattoos on his exposed chest muscles, wondering how I got here from my crazy actions at the Fat Kok.
“I did something this afternoon,” he says.
“Oh? Like what?”
“I spoke with your friend, Kirsten.”
“Huh?” What the hell did he speak to her for?
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bsp; “I made her promise she wouldn’t speak to you about our conversation, so don’t be mad at her. But I read online about your charity’s main donor pulling out, and I’ve replaced their donation, plus tripled it.”
I’m speechless, all I can do is suck on the rim of my Champagne flute.
He carries on, “According to her, that should be enough to fulfill all of the charity’s goals for this year, but I’ve told her I’d make another donation if necessary.”
“Holy shit,” I mutter. “Are you sure? I’m not sure I should take your money, just because, you know, we’re involved.”
“Sweetheart, of course you should. Think of all the people you’ll help,” he says, stroking my hair.
I can’t argue with him, he’s right. “Thank you,” I say, and kiss his cheek.
“But what I want to talk to you about, not necessarily now, is establishing a trust fund, so you’re not as insecure and dependent on donations.”
Shaking my head, I say, “That’s incredible. But so much money, please think it over. Maybe you’ll be tired of me in the morning, and realize you’ve been wearing… Champagne goggles.”
Liam throws his head back and chuckles, “I’d never get tired of you. How could I?”
With his hand, he squeezes my shoulder and pulls me tighter into him. If Liam is genuine about donating such a large amount, all my hopes and dreams for the charity would be achieved. When Tanner died, I struggled to find anywhere to turn to support me, but also give me answers about how this could happen to someone so young and healthy. The only way I could cope with my grief was the resolve to help other people in the same situation, and especially to help victims who were lucky enough to survive.
With such a large donation, all the hopes and goals I’d ever had for the charity are achieved. We fall into a silence while I process the idea. A calm comes over me, a sort of closure. It’s as though a chapter of my life has ended — one full of heartache and a scrambling need to cope with the grief any way I can — and I’m turning the page on a new one, unsure what I’ll find on it.
Before I can dwell too much on the meaning, I change the subject. “Your apartment is amazing.”
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