Page 32 of Good Boy
Darius gasped. His head fell back as I wrapped my lips around the tip and sucked. Slowly, I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth until he was pushing against the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down, working his shaft with my tongue and hands in tandem. His hips moved to meet every thrust of mine as I sucked him harder.
I could feel him getting closer to the edge, so I tightened my grip on his base. He let out a loud moan as his cum spilled into my mouth, coating it with a warmth that sent shivers through me. Darius slowly slid down the wall until he was sitting on the carpet.
I licked my lips clean. "Tasted just as I imagined."
“And?”
"Salty as fuck," I said and wiped my mouth.
He held up his hand and let every single digit drop except the middle one.
"Now get your ass up and go to bed," I said, grabbing my shirt from the floor.
Darius rose to his feet, swaying slightly before steadying himself. His legs were barely functioning as he stumbled toward his bed. A heavy sigh rolled off his lips as he sank into the plushness.
I watched him for a moment, not blinking, as if I’d miss something if I closed my eyes for even a split second.
"Stay," he breathed, his eyes meeting mine with a vulnerability I hadn't seen before.
The thought of staying lingered for a bit, but the possibility of Cynthia coming in and finding me in his bed made it impossible.
Darius rolled over. "Cynthia's too tired from running her mouth all night to come back to the condo this late." He raised a brow and tapped the side of the bed.
Unable to resist, I reached for the dimmer on the wall near him and killed the lights. I crawled into bed beside him, thinking to myself how fucked-up all this was, but how it also felt so right.
"Wait, I remember you snore like a fucking freight train," he joked. He reached for his earplugs and tossed the case onto the nightstand. "Gonna need these."
As I leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his shoulder, something shifted between us. The darkness that had brought us together now bound us, and as we drifted off to sleep, the weight of our actions hung heavy in the air.
* * *
The morning sun crept through the blinds, rousing me from my slumber. I stirred, feeling Darius’ warm body beside me. We'd slept in, and as I glanced at the clock, I realized we'd have to hurry if we wanted to make it to the office on time. I looked over at Darius, grateful that Cynthia decided to spend the night at my parents estate. How tragic would it have been to bear witness her husband in a bed naked with his nephew. A small yawn dripped off my lips, but everything else felt different. The thick heavy fog I could never shake every morning seemed to have vanished and I knew it had everything to do with Darius.
"Shit," I muttered, nudging Darius awake. "We're late."
"Fuck," he groaned, rubbing his eyes. He sat up, stretching his lean body before swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
I couldn't help but admire the way the sunlight caught his skin, highlighting every curve and muscle. I shook off the distraction, and we hastily got dressed for work.
"Casual Friday it is," he said as he walked toward the closet. He pulled out a pair of snug-fitting jeans and a dark button-down shirt.
I nodded in approval and headed back to my room to change. A row of suits greeted me as I stepped into the walk-in closet, but I followed his lead, choosing a pair of tailored jeans and a crisp white dress shirt. The attire was more relaxed than my usual sharp suits, but I had no client meetings scheduled.
Half an hour later, I found him in the kitchen, attempting to work the coffee machine.
"Let's go," I said, tossing him the key to my BMW. I had an ulterior motive; sitting in the passenger seat would give me ample opportunity to steal glances at him during the drive.
"Damn, you're letting me drive?" Darius raised an eyebrow. "Never thought I'd see the day after I stole your car last night."
"Consider it a rare privilege," I said, trying to keep my tone light despite the intensity of our shared secret.
The ride down was swift, and for once I wasn't trying to put out a million fires via email. My mind went back to the phone call with Cole, and I rolled my eyes as I thought about the shit show I’d be helping him with.
"You're a shit parker, you know that?" I said, eyeing my right back wheel outside of the yellow line.
"Eh, at least I parked it."
As he slid into the driver's seat, I allowed myself to indulge in watching him, taking in the way his fingers gripped the wheel and his eyes flicked between the rearview mirror and the road ahead as he drove.