Coffee & Cream

The Craving II

DARCELLE

I stared at him, eyes wide, still panting. He knew about Mal. Of course he knew. “I only went on one date,” I said quickly, desperate to justify myself. “Just that one, I swear.”

He tossed me my panties and shorts, letting them fall at my feet. “You’re lucky I’m not a worse man,” he teased, that evil glint still in his eyes. “Now... come on. Let’s go to my room.”

The way he said it—so calmly, so commanding—it wasn’t a request. It was an order. One that I would have followed anywhere.

When we got to his room, Emrys led me toward the sleek, modern bathroom. The entire space was an architectural wonder—sharp lines softened by the constant sound of the ocean waves crashing outside. The lighting was low and intimate, and the shower stood like a glass box in the corner.

“I’ll bring you some spare clothes in a bit,” he said, his voice calm, but there was that edge, that controlled distance that made me feel both intrigued and on edge. I nodded and stepped inside.

I stripped down, the cool air kissing my skin before I turned the shower on. The water fell like soft rain, each droplet delicate against my body. As I stood under the warm cascade, I looked out of the glass wall, where the cliffside met the ocean. The view was something out of a dream, both breathtaking and isolating.

What if someone could see me?

The thought crossed my mind a moment of self-consciousness—but then I remembered who I was with. Emrys wasn’t scared of anyone, and he was meticulous. If someone tried to come near, he’d know before they even thought about it. So I let the water soothe me and wash away the long night.

After a few minutes, I heard him open the door briefly and drop something on the counter before leaving without a word. I stepped out of the shower, droplets running down my skin as I toweled off and saw the clothes he’d left for me—a baggy designer T-shirt, one that was probably worth more than most people’s entire wardrobe. It fell just above my knees, the fabric soft against my clean skin.

When I walked back into his room, Emrys was on the sofa, his attention locked on the TV screen as he played a video game. His fingers moved expertly on the controller, and I couldn't help but smile. He glanced at me for a second, then returned to his game.

“So... why did you come over this late?” He asked casually, his voice neutral but with a teasing undertone.

I hesitated, but I knew there was no point in lying to Emrys. He had a way of seeing through you like glass, stripping away any pretense. So, I told him the truth. I told him about being with

Nathan in the woods, high on shrooms, how I’d remembered the fight he had with his girlfriend, and how much I’d missed him. The worry had gnawed at me, driving me here without much thought. I admitted that I was on my way home after things ended with Nathan but found myself in an Uber to his place instead.

He chuckled softly, a dry, almost cynical sound. “You’re a mess, you know that?”

I shrugged, plopping down next to him on the sofa, curling my legs under me. He was about to dive into an online tournament with his friends, and he warned me to stay quiet. I nodded obediently, but the mischief in me couldn’t be contained.

Without a word, I reached over and unzipped his pants. Emrys didn’t stop me; he let me pull him out, his lips curling into a smile that was both amusing and indulgent. I took him in my hand, feeling the weight of him and the warmth, before leaning down to take him into my mouth. He continued playing his game, his voice steady as he spoke to his friends over the headset, but his breath hitched every now and then, just enough to let me know I was getting to him.

I worked him slowly, letting my tongue swirl around the tip before taking him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked, tasting the saltiness of his skin. His hips shifted slightly, his breath growing heavier, though he tried to stay composed for the sake of the game. It was a power play for both of us—I wanted to see how long he could keep it together, and he wanted to see how far I’d take it.

He came with a controlled grunt, his load spilling into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, not letting a single bit go to waste, licking him clean with slow, deliberate strokes. His hand rested on the back of my head for a moment, and I could feel the appreciation in the gesture.

Emrys excused himself from the game for a minute, telling his friends he had to hit the bathroom. He muted his mic, and before I could say anything, he pulled me up onto his lap, straddling him. His mouth crashed into mine, kissing me deeply, sloppily, tasting himself on my lips. It was raw, messy, and full of hunger. His hands gripped my ass, fingers digging in as he ground me against him, teasing me with the hard length beneath my thighs.

“You taste just as good as I thought,” he whispered against my lips before biting down gently on my bottom one, his eyes gleaming with that same wicked intensity that had me hooked from the start.

But then, as quickly as he’d started, he pulled back. “Find something to do while I finish this game,” he said, almost casually, leaving me breathless and unsatisfied.

I sighed but didn’t argue. I knew how he operated. Emrys liked to keep me on edge, always wanting more. So, I wandered around his house, exploring the rooms I hadn’t seen before, admiring the small details. The place was immaculate, filled with understated luxury that made it.

Clear how wealthy he really was. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy—not for the money, but for the way he made everything seem so effortless.

After about an hour, my phone buzzed. It was a text from him, asking me to come back to the bedroom to sleep. I turned off the TV and made my way back upstairs. He was already in bed when I entered, lying under the thick, plush duvet. I slipped in beside him, the warmth of his body immediately enveloping me.

He spooned me from behind, his lips brushing against the nape of my neck, soft and intimate. His hand slid under the hem of the T-shirt I was wearing, fingers ghosting over the bare skin of my thighs.

“Are you really not going to f**k me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I pressed my ass back against his groin, feeling the hardness that was still there, teasing him with my movements.

He let out a deep, rumbling laugh, burying his face in my neck to inhale my scent. “No, I’m not,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “You’re under punishment, remember?”

His hand slid between my thighs, fingers tracing the slickness of my arousal. He teased me, his fingers barely grazing my c**t before slipping down to my entrance. “You do look good in my shirt, though. And you smell good too,” he murmured, almost to himself.

He slid a finger inside me, slow and deliberate, his thumb brushing my c**t just enough to send sparks through my body. I moaned, pushing back against him, needing more. He thrust his finger a couple of times, curling it inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. I was so close, again, my body trembling with the need to release.

But just as I was on the edge, he pulled his finger out. I whimpered in frustration, but before I could protest, he brought the slick finger to my mouth.

“Want a taste?” he asked, his voice dark with amusement.

I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as I parted my lips. He slid his finger into my mouth, and I sucked on it, tasting myself, moaning softly around the digit. His other hand wrapped around my throat, pulling my head back gently until I was facing him.

“Share,” he whispered, and I opened my mouth, letting the taste of me fill the space between us. His tongue flicked against mine, and we kissed again, slower this time, more deliberate, savoring the moment, our tongues dancing together in a heated, sloppy rhythm.

I tried one last time, almost pleading. “Please... f**k me.”

He tapped my ass lightly, grinning against my mouth. “No, go to sleep, ladybug,” he whispered, his tone final but teasing.

I sighed, my body still humming with unsatisfied need, but I nestled into the duvet, his scent and warmth enveloping me. Despite the ache between my legs, sleep came easier than I thought it would, wrapped up in his luxurious sheets and the heat of his body pressed against mine.