Page 30 of The Raven's Alpha
My knuckles tighten as I struggle to calm my breathing, forcing air in through my mouth. "Just one minute," I rasp out, before lunging across the room to slam the door shut and twist the sign to "Closed." The lunch rush is over, and I'm not about to let anyone interrupt this moment.
I spin back around to face Darcy, but he's vanished from his spot. "Darcy?" I call out, my voice a little louder this time. When he doesn't respond, I push through the swinging door into the kitchen, my heart pounding in anticipation. And then I see him: sitting on the counter, a cupcake speckled with pink frosting in his hand, his eyes locked on mine with a mischievous glint.
His gaze still fixed on mine as his tongue darts across the frosting. "Mmm, Eddy, these are delicious," he says, his voice low and husky. I feel a pang of jealousy wash over me, and I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to be the object of his desire - the sweet, fluffy cupcake that’s capturing his attention.
His gaze is sultry and playful. "You know, I've always thought there was nothing better than the taste of a freshly baked cupcake... until I met you," he says, his voice dripping with arousal. As he speaks, he saunters over to where I'm standing, his hips swaying seductively. He flicks a finger across the frosting, leaving a smear of pink on my lips before wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.
Our lips crash together in a sweet, sticky collision, our tongues tangling in a sensual dance. I moan into the kiss, the rush of sugar and spice from the frosting mingling with the intoxicating sweetness of Darcy's mouth, creating a flavour that's both familiar and utterly new.
The kiss doesn't last nearly long enough, before Darcy suddenly breaks away, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart skip a beat. He drops to his knees, his hand outstretched, and whispers, "Hold this for me, will you?"
The sweet aroma of fresh-baked cupcakes wafts through the air, and I reach out with a hesitant hand, my fingers trembling as I grasp the treat. As I do, Darcy's hands move with a sudden urgency, his fingers brushing against my stomach as he unbuckles my belt. His warm breath on my skin makes my heart race as he pulls my pantsdown, and I'm left stumbling to catch up as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my boxers, leaving me feeling stunned and helpless.
My knees threaten to buckle from the pleasure and when I look down, I find him staring up at me, a wicked sparkle in those dark eyes. After he frees my cock, he asks for the cupcake back.
I do as he says and watch in amazement as he uses his fingers to paint my cock with pink frosting. My jaw drops as he happily decorates me.
The air is thick with tension, my heart’s pounding in my chest as I anticipate what he'll do next. He pauses, his tongue darting across his lips, and I feel a shiver run down my spine as he dumps the cupcake. His gaze never wavers as he asks, “You don't mind, do you?' His voice is low and husky, sending a thrill through me as I wonder what he's about to do.
Unable to form any actual words, I just nod yes and then shake it no, causing my head to swivel around in a horny and confused circle. I watch as he wraps a sticky hand around the base of my length and sucks on the tip.
I’m leaking a crazy amount of precum and Darcy’s eyes light up as he hums at the taste change, “Hmm I love this.”
I have to lock my legs and clench my stomach in an effort to keep my orgasm at bay. I know I lack experience sex wise, but I don’t want to blow my load too fast. The decision is taken out of my hands when Darcy grips my length tighter and hollows his cheeks, I just don’t have the strength to hold back when he’s sucking on me like an omega possessed.
My back arches, which just pushes myself further in his mouth as I start to pour my seed down his throat. My legs shake when Darcy doesn’t let up, he just continues to suck my cock like it’s a straw and he’s trying to get the last bit of milkshake out of the glass.
I don’t have it in me to ask him to stop, so I just grit my teeth when the tell-tale tingling starts in my spine, I whimper pathetically through my second orgasm.
When I start swaying on my feet Darcy finally pulls away. I must look a state because when he looks up at me, he giggles and shoots to his feet. “Come here, my alpha,” as he helps me to the chair that sits in the corner of the kitchen.
My heart is still racing as Darcy's fingers weave through my hair, sending shivers through me. I'm so drained that I can barely muster the energy to open my eyes. The sound of banging on the front door is like a sledgehammer to my already frazzled nerves. I groan, and Darcy giggles.
His warm breath mingles with mine as he presses his sticky lips to mine. The sensation is like a spark of electricity, sending shivers down my spine. I feel like I'm melting into him, losing myself in the intensity of the kiss. I don't want to let go but I know we can't linger. He reluctantly pulls back, our lips parting as he lets out soft sigh. "I'll go open the doors," he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles, and for a moment, I feel like I'm drowning in their depths.
Still sitting at the kitchen counter, I watch Darcy slip out, his boots squeaking against the tile floor. A second later, I hear his voice, his words dripping with nonchalance. "Sorry about the door being locked, Eddy was just... taking his lunch break." His words hang in the air, heavy with insincerity.
The little bugger, I think to myself as I stand up and drag myself to the toilets. Not being able to have a shower means a second sink wash is going to have to be good enough.
Chapter Eleven
Darcy Mortlake
Eddy's cheeks flush every time he makes eye contact with me, and I can't help but smile. After I covered him in frosting and forced an extra orgasm out of him, it took him a while to clean up. The customer who was waiting for us looked annoyed when he left the bathroom, but I didn't mind - it was a small price to pay for the sweet treat.