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THE AFTER PARTY

Darcy hesitated in Luca’s en suite. The silky black swimsuit clung to her warm skin. It felt silly to have showered off the chlorine from Luca’s pool party, dried herself, and then put a new swimsuit on. One that would never see the water. It fit as perfectly as before, showcasing every dip and curve of her form. The deep cut-outs in the material displayed the slightest tan lines where her bikini had been earlier.

Luca was on the other side of the door, waiting for her. It felt as though she could sense his body on the other side. A heat signal calling to her through the wood. When she unlocked the bathroom door, she could have sworn she heard a short intake of breath.

She peeked out and he pounced.

Hands snatched at her, using the holes in the swimsuit as handles to drag her to him. Nervous giggles burst from her.

“Luca!” she gasped.

“Darcy!” He mimicked her tone with a laugh. Oversized hands were all over her and she wriggled in his grip, feigning attempted escape.

With each step backwards, she was pulled closer to his bed. The heat was back, burning her cheeks and throat in anticipation. Before he turned to climb atop the mattress, he snatched Darcy by the waist and she squealed. Hefted over his shoulder, she was carried up with him.

When he dropped her to the bed she bounced once against it, a quiet laugh fell out of her mouth before she could hold it back. Her soul-mate really was just a playful puppy.

His face hooked over hers, gold eyes glittering. Infectious and impish grin pointed at her. Darcy smiled back timidly. There was a permanent undercurrent of expectation and anticipation. Of just how far they would go tonight. She let him lead, for now.

“You’re my favourite present.” His voice was husky. “Wrapped up perfectly,” he added, twanging his finger at the seam around one of her thighs. She jumped when it hit her skin.

“I did get you a present,” Darcy blurted.

Luca blinked twice. Confused at the subject change.

“It’s in my bag,” she whispered. “I forgot about it after… this morning.”

A grin split his face, a big dopey one that gave Darcy the urge to pinch his cheeks.

“What did you get me?” he asked. There was childish excitement sparkling in his expression.

Darcy rolled her eyes with a mock sigh. “You have to unwrap it to find out.”

“I’ll put it on my to-do list, right after I unwrap you.”

With a crooked finger, he peeled the crotch of the swimsuit to one side, exposing her most delicate parts. The room was warm, the typical temperature for a summer evening, but his breath over her wet folds brought a shiver to her.

Darcy twisted her face away into the pillow beneath her. The silence was too much to bear as he looked over her. She didn’t know what to expect next-

Wide and wet, his tongue dragged over her slit, catching her clit with the tip. A sinking sensation. The soft bedding enveloping her as she writhed against it. Thumbs pressed the innermost corners of her thighs outwards, opening her slowly as he ate. The tongue lapped at her, flicking her clit with every stroke. Darcy whined. Her feet kicked at the sheets without her order. Her body unable to contain the pleasure.

Darcy rolled her hips. Silently begging for more. And more. And-

Her body faltered. His tongue was pushing into her and his fingers grinding against her clit. Darcy’s mouth fell open on an empty scream. Her thighs shook violently either side of his head. Her back arched up off the bed for a few seconds. And then she was coming back down, from the climax and back down onto the sheets.

Enormous hands wrapped almost entirely around her waist and lifted her from the blankets. She squeaked and grabbed at his wrists. He hadn’t given her even a moment to recover her senses.

“What-”

“Sit on my face,” he growled.

Darcy’s thighs quivered. She swallowed and hoped he didn’t hear it.

Flipped onto his back, he lowered Darcy over his mouth. The headboard was just close enough for her to clutch with curled fingers, steadying herself while her knees slid apart.

His tongue paved a fresh trail between her lips, layering his scent marker into her deepest crease as though anyone would fight him for the territory. He rounded his lips into an ‘o’ shape and sucked the tip of her clit until she screamed. Her body shuddered above him, barely fighting off a second orgasm. He widened his mouth again, returning to the broad and long strokes of his tongue, covering all available areas. A rhythm took hold of her, rocking her hips and grinding down onto his mouth without the strength to hold back.

“W-wait,” she managed to gasp.

Luca hummed questioningly against her, but his tongue didn’t relent in its lapping.

Darcy gripped the headboard and hoisted herself up, dragging her knees inwards until they clasped Luca’s ears. He reluctantly released his mouth from her skin with a groan.

“I want-” she panted, resting her forehead on her hands for a moment. “I want to face the other way.”

Without hesitation he took her thighs in his hands, lifting her like a barbell. When he dropped her back onto his lips, her view had shifted to the other end of the bed. Luca’s tongue dug its path back inside of her and she squealed, the new angle had her fluttering around the wet muscle.

On trembling hands, she crawled her upper body down his. Face an inch from his perfect golden skin. Occasionally swiping his abs with her nose. The distance was too far to her goal, though. Their bodies were comically mismatched in size. His shorts were close enough for her to trace her fingers along the waistband, but not enough for her mouth to take him like he was taking her.

Silently, she strained forward with futile attempts to extend her spine. Teeth nipped her inner thighs, kissing their way around her cunt roughly.

“Luca,” she moaned. She kicked her feet against the headboard and tried once more to reach his shorts. This time, he understood.

As Luca suddenly sat up, he brought Darcy’s hips with him and let her feet dangle at his sides. The more acutely he tilted down his head, the closer Darcy came to the erection pressing against his shorts. Inviting her to taste. Head down and ass up, she was finally able to push down the waistband and free the little friend waiting for her.

When it bounced out, Darcy realised it wasn’t so little. Luca groaned against her slit in loud relief. It tickled her throbbing lips.

The head was glistening, pointed right at her.

She gave herself a moment to prepare and took the tip between her lips. With zero experience or education, Darcy simply started sucking. At first she could only pull in an inch or so, but her hands helped make up the difference until she could lower her head halfway. The whole thing wasn’t going to fit, but it was a start. It was hot in her mouth, twitching and throbbing when she stroked the shaft in her palms.

The hands holding her steady at the thighs suddenly squeezed the flesh of her ass so hard she cried out, his cock popping from her mouth.

“G-gentle,” she begged. He moaned in concession against her skin.

His dick was dripping with precum and Darcy’s drool. She swallowed down as far as she could again and his hips jumped up reflexively. The blunt head bumped the roof of her mouth and a high pitched noise came out of her involuntarily. Why something like that would turn her on, she didn’t know. But the thought of Luca jerking his hips up and shoving the rest of his dick in her mouth made her cunt clench.

The rounded top of a finger brushed her hole and her body jolted, moaning around the shaft in her mouth. He pressed it in slowly, never relenting the lathing of his tongue between her folds. The finger dipped deeper and deeper and Darcy’s flailing feet began to curl at the toes. She was so close again.

She wrapped both hands around Luca’s cock, bouncing them roughly and dragging her tongue over the tip in wet licks. If she was on the verge, he should be, too.

Luca’s thighs began to shift and shake against the bedding, and his grip on Darcy’s thigh got tighter and tighter. In her orgasm-addled brain, she hoped for bruises. Signs of her soul-mate’s desire for her left on her body. His tongue twisted against her, his fingers plundered into her, and she came. Upside-down, mouth filled with her soul-mates cock, toes unable to touch the bed. She cried out, squirming and writhing in Luca’s hold. Apparently that was all he needed to pull him over the edge, too.

A couple of spurts of salty liquid filled her mouth and she shivered at the taste. When she swallowed around him, he yelled a collection of curse words that included ones Darcy didn’t even know.

Luca flopped to his back, yanking Darcy down with him. They panted, side-by-side but top-to-tail.

After what felt like only a few minutes of recuperation, Luca pulled himself up with a groan. He grinned down at her. His gorgeous golden curls were sweaty. His eyes were dark and dilated. His hunger only partly sated for now.

Darcy smiled back weakly. Satisfied. Exhausted.

He manhandled her into the middle of the bed, fussed with the blankets and pillows around her. Almost building a nest around her for the night. He pulled off the swimsuit and tossed it aside before tucking her in, leaving only her head poking out of the covers. Darcy let herself be taken care of. She was too tired to complain even if she didn’t enjoy his sweet, soft touch.

“It’s-” She wriggled a little, forcing herself to stay awake just a little longer. “It’s almost midnight.” Her words were slurred, but she knew he would understand.

“Hm?” He stroked his fingers through her hair, removing her signature clip and placing it carefully on his bedside table. It felt almost too domestic to see it there.

“Your present,” she sighed sleepily. “You need to open it on your birthday.” She frowned at the ceiling.  “It won’t be your birthday anymore…”

He stroked her head again soothingly. “Okay, don’t fuss,” he teased. “I’ll open it now. It’s in your bag, right?”

Darcy nodded against the pillow, eyes closed.

The sound of sliding across sheets, thumps on the floor and the rustle of her bag followed. Wrapping paper was torn and she managed to crack open a single weary eye.

Luca was sat cross-legged on the floor, butt-naked, with his back to her. He chuckled at the item in his hands and Darcy grinned to herself.

Now, she could rest.