Coffee & Cream

Dangerous Desire

EMRYS

The needle crashed to the table as I dropped it, I untied the rubber around the arm I’d just poked then took a drag from my sativa vape.

It was a good thing I had no plans today because I was about to get f****d up. I wet the bottom of my lip with my tongue as I poured myself a nice glass of whiskey.

I ran my fingers through my hair then crashed on the daybed on my patio. I smiled at the thought of Darcelle running her fingers through my hair.

Sweet Ladybug.

I should text her. She had been to my house now maybe she could come over if she was free. We could test out my new s*x dungeon, the Red Room. I’d put everything in place. Darcelle was ready for the bigger play and my c**k was rock hard just thinking how ready she was.

I had left my grape out to ferment and she had fermented to perfection. Those men could kiss her goodbye now, I don't like to share.

My bottom lip between my teeth, one leg propped up and another crossed on top of it, I excitedly sent her a text. Now I wait.

Shades over my eyes, I stared out at the crashing waves. Sometimes, i just wanted to take a few steps back, run and jump off my patio into the ocean below for the heck of it. Probably tie a heavy rock to my feet so i go all the way to the bottom.

Perhaps that’d cleanse me of my sins. I took another drag and puffed out the smoke. I was waiting to hear my phone ding so I knew she had replied to me.

I remember how I’d missed my moment with her after countless boring s*x with Isabelle. Unfortunately, I wasn't the kind of guy who f****d prostitutes and i could never be too careful about who went to my college, so I couldn't have random flings unless I was out of the city. I had the type of s*x I wanted but it wasn't satisfying. Because I always wanted more.

Something about being Darcelle’s first, excited me. I felt like I had a sort of ownership of her. I wasn’t wary of her either. She was who she was and she had her mouth shut most of the times I saw her unless she was with Nathan and even then he did most of the talking.

Ladybug had been perfect and it had been my luck to see her in the club.

To reintroduce myself in her life, I’d waited to get her alone when her sidekick wasn't with her. I didn't have her number and despite knowing I could get it if I asked anyone to get it for me, I didn't.

I didn't want anyone asking questions, sticking their noses in places they don't belong. I’d probably slice that nose right off. I also didn't want other people noticing her just because I did something as little as ask for her number. She was invisible and I loved it.

Darcelle was the prettiest girl i’d ever lay my eyes on, the hottest too. But she was a terrible actress. She had tried go pretend like she didn't know who I was.

Silly.

Everyone knew who the f**k I was, bit just in the college but in the whole damn city. I’d told her she couldn't have forgotten me since i popped her cherry, besides with the way she moaned for me, she could never forget me.

I had reminded her how many times I made her squirt and squirm. She’d blushed and asked me to shut up, go straight to the point.

I’d been super amused by her bashful reaction and her attitude. I didn't want to take her, neh… i wanted to get crazy with her. The Harley-Quinn to my joker, the Bonnie to my Clyde.

I’d asked for her number. She asked me why feigning innocence her face held a scowl but I wasn't fazed by it. Despite the arrogance and attitude she pulled off, i knew I had total control.

I didn't give her a response, i just held my gaze with hers and handed her my phone. She knew what to do like the good girl she was she had put in her number.

I’d pointed a gunfinger at her and clicked my teeth before getting up to leave. She looked like she was in a daze confused about what had happened. I chuckled and located my car in the parking lot.

She was just as f****d up as I was, it was screaming at me like a beacon, she needed saving from her life. I needed saving from my life.

She finally texted me back letting me know she’d come over after her shift at work. I groaned, i needed her now. I needed some head, i needed her juice streaming down my throat.,

I replied her text telling her to hurry immediately she was done.

A text from Isabelle came in informing me she wanted to come over. I texted her back quickly that I wasn't home and I’d see her tomorrow. I was horny as f**k and kind of desperate but I wasn't desperate enough for some bland f**k.

My heart pounded in excitement, smile spread across my face as I caressed my oiled-up c**k watching the perfect porn in my head.

Darcelle.

I felt restless but I stayed on mission. I squeezed and twisted, milking and draining my balls before taking a gulp from my glass.

I wondered what kind of food she liked, I’d have prepared it for her. I loved cooking, it calmed me. I could just ask her and so i did.

I asked her what she’d like to have after work.

******

We were sprawled out on the daybed, the ocean wind playing with Darcelle's hair, the waves crashing somewhere beneath us. The sky above was dark, the moon barely visible behind thick clouds. It was fitting, really, for the kind of conversation we were having. I watched her take a drag from a blunt, her lips curving into a half-smile as she exhaled smoke into the night.

"You ever wonder why we never cry?" she asked, her voice soft, but there was that familiar edge to it. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes darker than usual, like she was staring into something deeper than the ocean below.

I let the silence linger between us for a moment, then took a swig from the bourbon bottle I was nursing. I could feel the alcohol burning down my throat, but it wasn’t enough to get me to where I wanted to be. “Crying’s overrated,” I said with a grin, “besides, what good would it do?”

She chuckled, low and husky. "Yeah, it's like being stuck in a mirror. Seeing yourself but not really knowing who the hell you are. Coffee and alcohol... they clear the glass, make me see the bigger picture. Even if it’s all f****d up."

I smirked at that, my fingers brushing against her arm as I passed her the bottle. “You’re lucky you only need coffee and alcohol,” I teased, shaking the little bottle of liquid in my other hand. “My vices... stronger than that. Stronger than weed, too.” Without asking, I dropped a dose on her tongue. She giggled like a kid in a candy store.

Her laughter softened into something more thoughtful. “Romance is bullshit, you know? It’s just this... distraction. A way for people to lose focus on themselves. It’s like society’s control mechanism. A paradox.” Her voice slurred slightly, the high kicking in, but she still made more sense than half the people I knew.

I leaned back, taking in her words, watching the way the moonlight danced on her face. “Couldn’t agree more,” I murmured, my gaze never leaving her. She fascinated me. “Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been in love. Not with Isabelle. Not with anyone.”

Darcelle raised an eyebrow at me, the kind of curious look that always made me wonder what was going on inside that head of hers. “So, why’d you end up with Isabelle, then?”

I laughed, but it wasn’t the kind of laugh that came from a place of joy. It was bitter. “She was supposed to be a fling. A summer thing. Our dads just closed a deal, and mine told me not to f**k it up—treat her like a princess.” I took another swig of bourbon, letting it sit on my tongue before swallowing. “Now? Our families built an empire. And they put it under both our names.”

Darcelle shook her head in disbelief, her eyes wide with mock amazement. “You're such an actor,” she whispered, leaning closer, her lips brushing my ear. “You deserve an Oscar.”

I grinned, feeling her breath against my skin, and leaned back to study her face. “Yeah... trapped like an animal, so I moved out. Needed space. Isabelle? She has no idea. Thinks I’m head over heels in love with her.” I shook my head and chuckled again, but it was hollow.

She stared at me, her expression unreadable for a moment, before breaking into a smile. “You deserve an award for that performance,” she teased, voice slurring with the bourbon and the drugs, but there was something genuine in her amusement.

We let the conversation fade into silence for a while, listening to the ocean, feeling the wind. This was better than I thought it’d be. I’d called her over for s*x—something raw, intense, like always—but this? This conversation, hearing her thoughts? It felt better. Like I was finally listening. Like I was starting to realize just how alike we really were.

“I envy you, you know,” she said suddenly, her voice quiet again.

I turned to her, biting my bottom lip, intrigued. “Why’s that?”

She smiled, almost wistfully. “Because you can bleed all over the ocean whenever you want. Feel the wind in your hair, the world at your feet.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at that, flashing my teeth as I did. The silver grills caught the light. “You’re always welcome to share my space, Darcelle,” I said, still laughing softly.

She took another drag from the blunt, blowing the smoke into the night. “I just... I wish I could fly. Just take off and leave everything behind.”

I stared at her, high as hell, watching the way the smoke curled around her, and I realized how perfect she was. Like she was made for me. Who made her for me? God, the devil... whoever it was, I was grateful. “If you really want to fly,” I murmured, voice low and dangerous, “hold on tight. It’s gonna be a messy ride.”

She smiled, and like a moth to a flame, she crawled toward me, her eyes locked on mine. I didn’t break the contact, even as she straddled me, her hands groping at my skin, nails digging in deep. She kissed me like a woman starved, her lips pressing hard against mine, and I felt that familiar pull, that fire in my veins.

I leaned back, letting her take control for once. She kissed me harder, her fingers gripping my neck, and I let her. I let her mark me, let her dig her claws into me. I didn’t stop her when she choked me, didn’t stop her when she raked her nails down my arms.

When I could finally catch my breath, I whispered, “You can’t be with anyone else but me, Darcelle. From now on... you’re mine.”