Coffee and Cream

Darcelle's Growing Feelings

DARCELLE

The night was strange. It felt like one of those fever dreams where nothing made sense, but everything felt too real to be fake. I hadn't seen Emrys in a week, thanks to stupid Isabelle practically moving into his place. It was driving me insane not seeing him, but I played it cool. Nathan and I had plans to hit this VIP party at Emrys' tonight. Topher had sent me a random text inviting us. I frowned when I saw it, not sure how he got my number, but I didn't dwell on it.

"Nathan, you seen this?" I asked, showing him the text.

Nathan glanced at it and shrugged. "Well, look at that. You've somehow made the biggest connection with the campus king. You didn't even give me a heads-up." His tone was teasing, but I knew he was just messing with me.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "Barely. All I did was help him find a book in the library when he looked lost."

Nathan chuckled, "Uh-huh, and now you've stirred up a telenovela-level drama, broken up a relationship, and made Topher think you're VIP enough for his exclusive party. What's next? Private jet trips?"

He wasn't wrong. Emrys had stirred something in me that I wasn't ready to admit, and the exclusive invite was just another confusing layer to this twisted connection.

At the party, Nathan and I stayed in the yard, blending in with the sea of white outfits. The whole scene felt... off. Like something out of a cult film. Drugs, booze, and sex were everywhere, people laughing maniacally, talking gibberish, dancing offbeat, or just tripping over themselves. There was a guy on fire from getting too close to the bonfire, and instead of panicking, he ran to the pool and jumped in, creating more chaos.

Nathan wrapped his arm around me as we both chewed on some shrooms like they were just snacks, washing them down with red cups full of something I didn't bother identifying. Everything felt surreal, like we were on the outside, looking in at the madness around us.

But my eyes kept searching for one person. Emrys.

And then I saw him. My stomach twisted. There he was, with Isabelle. They were pressed against a tree, his hands all over her body, lips trailing over her skin. The jealousy hit me like a truck. I bit my lip, feeling a sick mix of arousal and envy rise in my chest. I wanted to be her. I wanted him to touch me like that, to kiss me like that.

"Do you like him?" Nathan's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Who?" I played dumb, but I could feel the heat creeping up my neck.

"Don't bullshit me, Darc. We both know who you've been staring at."

"I don't," I lied.

Nathan shook his head, giving me that knowing look. "Don't fall for it, Darcelle. Guys like him have their future's set. He's got Isabelle, they're meant to be, and you'll only end up hurt in the end. He's probably just bored, messing with you for fun. I don't want you getting hurt." He was speaking out of genuine concern, but I brushed him off.

"I'm fine, Nate. Really." I tried to laugh it off, but it didn't reach my eyes.

He excused himself when he spotted a girl he liked, leaving me standing there, alone in the sea of white. Before I could even process the growing ache inside me, Topher showed up, smiling as if he'd been waiting for this moment.

"I didn't think you'd actually show," he said, his arm slung around my shoulders, way too casual for my liking.

"I'm here for the free booze." I tried to sound playful, but inside I was screaming at myself to move. Topher wasn't the guy to mess with, not when Emrys was nearby. The last thing I needed was to get Topher killed just because he got too close.

But the shrooms had my mind in a haze, my body betraying me as I leaned closer to him, flirting. He blew smoke from his blunt into my mouth, and I took it in, exhaling slowly. My body was humming with desire, and my mind was playing games with me. Maybe I could just fuck Topher and get Emrys out of my system. Maybe that's what I needed.

But before I could make a stupid decision, Emrys appeared out of nowhere like a dark spirit, his presence instantly commanding attention. The moment I locked eyes with him, a shiver ran down my spine. His voice was calm but deadly. "What's this?" he asked, his eyes flicking between me and Topher.

Topher, oblivious to the tension, tried to laugh it off. "Chill out, man. You're being scary."

Emrys chuckled, but it was hollow, devoid of any humor. "My bad," he said, but the way his eyes drilled into me said something else entirely. He was pissed, and I could feel the danger radiating off him in waves.

Topher's lovey-dovey eyes were still on me, but all I could see was Emrys, his gaze cold and empty like he was deciding how to deal with me. I bit my lip, feeling that familiar thrill of fear and arousal mixed in my gut. I was so fucking dead.

Without another word, Emrys turned and walked away, his silent command clear. He wanted me to follow him.

I left Topher without a second thought, slipping past the bouncers as they let me in. I wandered through the grand halls of Emrys' house, calling his name softly, not wanting anyone else to hear me.

Suddenly, hands grabbed me from behind, and I gasped. Emrys had me pinned against the island in his zen room, the walls enclosing us, making the space feel intimate and dangerous.

"What the fuck were you about to do with Topher?" He growled, yanking my underwear down and lifting my skirt. His hands parted my ass cheeks, and his tongue was cold and wet as it teased me.

I moaned, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure. My body trembled as he continued to tease me with his tongue, each touch sending ripples of pleasure through me. Then, I felt him press against my entrance, and I gasped, gripping the counter for support.

He thrust into me, hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips like reins. My body arched, molding to his, as he took me, every thrust a reminder of the control he had over me. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the room—a primal, intoxicating rhythm.

"Please," I moaned. "Don't stop. It feels so good."

He growled in response, his grip tightening as he pounded into me. I was lost in him, in the heat and the pleasure. My body was his, completely, utterly.

Just as I was about to come, he pulled out, flipping me around. "Suck me off," he commanded, his voice low and rough.

I dropped to my knees, taking him into my mouth, my tongue tracing the length of him as I savored the taste. He groaned, his hand gripping the back of my head as I worked him, my lips moving in perfect rhythm. His pleasure was mine, and I wanted to give him everything.

When he was close, he pulled me off him and grabbed me by the throat. "Don't ever try that shit again with Topher," he warned, his voice menacing.

I nodded, my eyes wide as I stared up at him. "I won't," I whispered, my heart racing.

"Good." He leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. "Kiss me."

I didn't hesitate. I kissed him, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His kiss was possessive, consuming, like a chain wrapping around my soul, unbreakable.

After what felt like hours of heated passion, we broke apart. We couldn't risk being caught, though most people at the party were too high to care about anything. I left the room quietly, slipping back into the chaos of the party to find Nathan.

I found him buttoning up his pants, clearly just finishing up with someone. "Looks like you had fun," I teased, trying to mask the whirlwind of emotions from what had just happened.

He laughed and told me to shut up as we walked out together, blending into the sea of white as the night continued to spiral into madness.