by Cameron Hart
Declan kisses my temple and rests his forehead on mine.
“Let me do this for you. I promise I don’t want anything in return,” he says, his voice softer, almost pleading with me.
“Fine. For now. But we’re not done talking about this.” I try to make my tone firm, but even I can hear how weak I sound.
Declan just grins at me, which makes me roll my eyes at him. He gives me a chaste kiss and then gathers me up in his arms and helps me stand up.
“Go on, little hummingbird. I want to take you to one of my favorite places in the city,” he says, swatting my ass as I take a step away from him, making me jump.
“As long as it isn’t another French restaurant,” I tease. He spanks me again, which actually makes me gasp and my pussy clench. I mean, what the hell is wrong with me?
Declan gets that dark look in his eyes, the same one he had before he buried his head between my thighs and made me see God. “We better get going,” he growls. “Before I corrupt you completely, my sweet little Luna.”
I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat.
“You’re not ready for me yet, little girl, so don’t tempt me. I’m already hard as a fucking rock and hanging on by a thread.”
I hesitate for a moment, debating whether I want to push him over the edge or listen to his warning. In the end, I make my way back to the guest bedroom. He’s right, I don’t think I’m ready for all of him yet. But soon, I hope.
I find my clothes from yesterday washed and folded on the already made bed, which means there was a housekeeper of sorts that worked their magic while Declan and I were… indisposed. My cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also arousal. I don’t hate the idea of someone else hearing what Declan did to me. What I let him do. God, this man is turning me into some sort of deviant sex addict and I haven’t even had sex yet!
Twenty minutes later, Declan and I are in the backseat of his car, with the driver headed off to whatever surprise location Declan has in mind. He placed his large hand over my thigh as soon as he slipped into the backseat next to me, and he hasn’t moved it since. It’s part sweet and part possessive. Strangely, I don’t mind the gesture, though coming from anyone else I’d have yanked my leg away in a heartbeat.
Declan is looking out of his window, which allows me the opportunity to study him. He’s wearing tight jeans that fit him just right, a long-sleeved Henley, and a leather jacket. I’ve never seen him in jeans, and fuck, is it hot. I love him in a suit, of course, but his casual look is just as devastating to my lady parts.
“You gotta stop looking at me like that, hummingbird,” Declan says, his voice low and gravelly.
I snap my head to the side to look out of my window. “Like what?”
His hand shifts up my leg and Declan tightens his grip. I feel his warm breath on my neck before his lips brush against the shell of my ear.
“Like you want me to fuck you right here in the backseat of this car,” he whispers.
My heart is pounding out of my chest. “How… how did you know I was looking at you?” I still refuse to turn my head to look him in the eyes.
“I could feel you undressing me with your eyes, little Luna.”
I don’t know what it is about him that makes me feel so bold, but before I know it, the words are tumbling out of my mouth. “It’s only fair. You got to see all of me, but I haven’t seen hardly any of you yet, sir.”
Declan groans and kisses the side of my neck, causing me to gasp. “Fuck, what you do to me…” He nips my skin and kisses the same spot, and then pulls away from me, leaving me panting and needy.
I’d think he was completely unaffected, but I see the evidence of his arousal in those tight-fitting jeans of his. Declan goes back to looking out of his window, but he has a little grin on his face.
The car comes to a stop a few minutes later, in front of what appears to be an old, abandoned apartment complex. Several abandoned apartment complexes, actually. I look over at Declan with one eyebrow raised. He smirks at me and grabs my hand, pulling me out of the car with him.
Declan laces our fingers together as we walk up to the building, and then around to the side, where we continue walking in between two of the buildings on an overgrown pathway. It opens up into a garden, complete with a pond. The vegetation is overgrown and clearly hasn’t been tended to in quite some time, but that actually makes it all the more beautiful. Magical, almost.
Since it’s fall, the few trees in the little clearing are beautiful shades of red, orange, and yellow, and the plants are still green, a few even in bloom. The pond is surprisingly clean and clear.
“It’s beautiful,” I say. “How did you find this? Why is no one else here?”
“My family used to live a few blocks away. I’d go on walks sometimes as a kid, it helped me… calm down, I guess. I stumbled upon this place one day and still come back here when I need to think. It’s been abandoned, my little secret, ever since.”
I turn my head to look at him, though he’s not looking at me. Instead, he’s wistfully taking in his surroundings. I look on with him, trying to picture Declan coming here as a kid. I wonder what growing up was like for him. Did he need to escape a lot?
I feel Declan step closer to me, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He pulls me into his chest and kisses the top of my head before resting his chin there. I love that he’s so much taller than me. It makes me feel safe in his arms, surrounded by his warmth. I sigh and snuggle deeper into him.
“What do you usually come here to think about?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer at first, but then he takes a deep breath and blows it out. “Work, I suppose. Or, rather, family and work. And my dad.”
“He passed away recently, right?”
“Yeah. Our relationship was… complicated. I think he loved us, my brothers and me. But he could be cruel. Manipulative. Every gift or gracious gesture came with strings. Sometimes it was to humiliate us, sometimes it was a power play. Like the company, for example. He passed it on to my brothers and me, on the condition that we increase profits by twenty percent in the first year and got the approval of the board, which he made sure was composed of people loyal to him who have always viewed us as spoiled brats who didn’t work for our positions. It felt like a final fuck you to Asher, Cooper, and me.”
“Why don’t you guys quit? Start your own company? Surely you have the money and contacts to build something of your own.”
Declan sighs. “We could, and we have considered it. I guess in some messed-up way, we want to prove him wrong. Or at least, I know I do. I don’t want him to win, I guess. Which is stupid, I mean he’s dead so he can’t see whether he got to us or not, but the thought is still there. I don’t know.”
I turn in Declan’s embrace and hug him, wrapping my arms around his torso. He seems shocked for a second, but then he returns my hug and squeezes me tightly.
Leaning back a bit, I look him in the eyes. I see such conflict there, the war inside of him clearly still tearing him apart.
“It’s not stupid to want your dad to be proud of you.”
His brow furrows and he opens his mouth to say something, but then shuts it again. I swear I see his eyes shining with tears, but before I can say anything, he leans down and kisses me. It’s tentative, slow at first, so different than the way he devoured me earlier. One sweet kiss rolls into another, another, another, until we’re gasping for air as we pull apart.
“You’re wise beyond your years, little Luna.”
“Spoken like an old man,” I tease.
He smiles, but then gets a serious look on his face. “I’m fifteen years older than you. Does that bother you?”
I didn’t know how old he was, exactly, though I figured he was in his thirties.
“No. It makes me feel… Safe. Special. I don’t know.”
“You are those things. And so much more.”
“Does our age difference bother you?”
He shakes his head. “Maybe at first. But only because I felt l
ike a dirty old man having all of these thoughts about you,” he grins.
“But you don’t feel like a dirty old man anymore?” I return his grin.
“Oh, I definitely do. But I think you like it.” With that, he nibbles my ear, which makes me giggle and squirm away from him.
Declan lets me go but takes my hand and leads us around the pond. I keep stealing glances at him, trying to figure out who this man is and how he seemed to change overnight.
Eventually, we head back to the car. Declan tells the driver to go back to his penthouse, but I speak up.
“Wait, I really need to get back to my place. I want to see Lucas, I should change, catch up on all the chores I’ve been neglecting while I was at the hospital.” I glance over at Declan, who looks like he’s about to object. “Before you say anything, I don’t need your permission. You can’t boss me around outside of work.”
His stern expression turns slightly devious as he leans in to whisper into my ear. “I can boss you around anywhere, sweetheart. And I think you’ll like it.”
“Nope,” I say, unconvincingly.
He smirks at me. “I can,” he tells me in that commanding tone of his. “But I also want to take care of you. If you need to go back to your place, I’ll allow it. But I’m picking you up tonight. We’re going on a date. And make sure to pack your overnight bag, you’ll be staying with me this weekend.”
I huff out an indignant breath, though I can’t deny the spark of arousal shooting through my body at the way he gives me orders. He grins like he knows exactly the effect he’s having on me. Declan gives the driver my address and slips his hand over my thigh again.
When we get to my apartment, Declan eyes it skeptically.
“You live here?”
Shame floods through me, but then it’s replaced by anger. “What? Not up to your standards?”
“Hey now,” he says gently, taking my hand in his. “That’s not what I meant. I just worry about you and Lucas’ safety. It doesn’t look very secure.”
I shrug and pull my hand out of his, unbuckling my seatbelt and getting ready to hop out of the vehicle. Instead, Declan wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me into his side. I refuse to look at him.
“I just want what’s best for you, little hummingbird.”
I look over my shoulder and see only sincerity in his eyes. I’m not sure what to make of his comment, so I just nod. He lets me go and I get out of the car.
He follows me out and then grabs me, kissing me fiercely.
“Tonight,” he growls into my lips. “Six-thirty. Remember your overnight bag.”
I try to fight a smile but lose the battle in the end. I turn around to walk towards my building when I feel him smack my ass. I jump and look back at him, biting my lip. “I’ll be ready, sir.”
I hear him curse under his breath and then the car door slams shut.
I giggle to myself and head inside to change my clothes and go see Lucas.
✽✽✽
At six-thirty, sharp, there’s a knock on my door. I smooth out the bright pink dress I’m wearing. It has a fitted, sweetheart neckline, lined in lace, and a fitted bodice. The skirt flares out and hits mid-thigh. Since it’s a bit chilly out, I pair it with thick purple tights. I complete the look with bright blue flats. I considered going with something tamer but fuck it. He knows what he’s getting into, no use in hiding it now.
I open the door and see Declan in Chinos and a white t-shirt, stretched deliciously over his muscled chest. He grins at me and pulls me in for a kiss.
“Missed your colors, hummingbird,” he says before nuzzling my neck.
We break apart and he grabs my duffle bag in one hand, and laces our fingers together with his other hand, tugging me along to his car.
“Where are we going?” I ask once we’re inside.
“Mmm… you’ll just have to wait and see.”
I pout, and Declan leans over to pull my bottom lip through my teeth. “You’ll like it,” he whispers against my lips. He gives me a chaste kiss and then sits back in his seat.
A few minutes later, the car pulls up to the curb, right in front of a closed-off street with dozens of food trucks. My eyes just about bug out of my head and I can’t help but jump in excitement.
“You’re voluntarily eating food from a truck?!” I tease him.
“I think I’d do just about anything to see you this happy,” he replies. “Besides, you,were right about those tacos being delicious.”
“You are admitting that I was right about something?” I say, quirking an eyebrow up in challenge.
He pulls me against him, my breasts flattening against his broad chest. “Don’t tell anyone,” he growls before kissing me breathless. “Now let’s go, before I get an obscene hard-on and can’t walk around in public.”
With that, he yanks me out of the car and we make our way into the maze of food trucks.
The first one we stop at sells fried PB&J sandwiches, which of course, I have to try. Declan passes on that, but I make him take a bite of mine anyway. Next, we hit up a gyro truck, followed by dumplings, and finally a dessert truck that sells chocolate dipped cheesecake on a stick.
Throughout the evening, Declan’s hands are on me one way or another, whether we’re holding hands, or he’s stroking me hair, or pulling me into his side and kissing my temple. Right now, we’re walking hand in hand while I eat my cheesecake. Declan, unsurprisingly, passed on dessert, saying he’d get his fill later.
“What are you looking at?” I say before taking another bite of my cheesecake on a stick. His eyes are glued to my lips, which makes me smirk a little bit as I chew. I throw a little moan in there, for good measure.
The soft growl coming from Declan is totally worth it. His eyes are dark as he leans forward. I feel his thumb wipe away some chocolate from the corner of my mouth. I turn my head and suck it off of his finger, making him groan.
“Fuck, Luna…”
I just grin and resume eating my dessert while Declan stares me down. The next thing I know, I’m being pulled into an alley way, and my cheesecake is tossed to the ground as Declan pushes me up against the brick wall and pins my arms above my head.
“Hey! My cheesecake!” I whine, though I’m not really upset with the turn of events happening right now.
“I’ll buy you the whole damn truck, I just need to kiss you right the fuck now,” he all but growls.
Before I can give him some snarky remark, Declan crashes his lips down on mine. I open up for him and he thrusts his tongue into my mouth while grinding his cock into my stomach.
Declan breaks the kiss and releases his grip on me to skim his fingers down my arms before cupping my breasts. His hands roam lower, until one is trailing up the inside of my thigh. He rubs his fingers over my pussy, through my tights and panties. I gasp, loving the pressure, but needing more.
Declan proves once again that he knows my body better than I do. His hand slips into my tights and panties, where he teases me with his fingers until finally, one large digit slides through my slit, making me shake with need.
“Jesus, Luna. You’re always so wet for me. Love this juicy cunt,” he groans.
When he dips two fingers into my entrance, I gasp and lower my hands to his chest, fisting the material of his shirt in my hands. I whimper into the side of his neck while he pumps his large fingers in and out of me and grinds the heel of his hand on my clit.
“Yes, ohmygod…” I say breathlessly, trying to keep my voice down.
“I feel you, Luna. I feel your tight little body trembling for me. Do you need to cum, sweetheart?”
“Yes, god yes…” I moan.
He pinches my clit, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure all over my body.
“How do good girls ask?”
“Please, sir, please make me cum!”
Declan thrusts a third finger deep inside of me, stretching me deliciously wide, and swirls his thumb over my clit while roughly squeezing my breast. I can’t help the way my
hips grind down on his fingers, trying to get him deeper, deeper, deeper.
“That’s it, ride my fucking hand,” he grunts
Each swipe of his thumb winds me tighter and tighter, it’s all I can focus on, the growing pressure, the intense pleasure bordering on pain, all of it seizing my lungs until I inhale sharply a shatter in his arms. I bite Declan’s shoulder to muffle my screams, which makes him grunt and pump his hand faster, sending me up and over again.
I’m a shaky, soggy mess by the time I come down. My hands drop down his chest, his abs, and then I palm his cock. It’s the first time I’ve touched him, and I instantly want more.
“Luna,” he groans in warning.
“Please, sir?” I ask.
“Fuck, when you ask so nicely for me…”
I quickly work on undoing his pants and pulling him out. His cock is thick and throbbing in my hand, so big I can hardly wrap my fingers around all of it. I give him a squeeze, loving the way he hisses out a breath.
“Jesus, Luna…”
I feel precum leaking down his shaft, so I wipe it around with my thumb, massaging the head of his cock. More dribbles out, and I rub it up and down, squeezing him and alternating between fast and slow strokes.
He grunts and starts thrusting his fingers in and out of me again, harder and faster than before, making my already swollen pussy tense and flutter around him.
“Fuck, how are you so good at that? I’m about to lose it, sweetheart, I don’t want to get your pretty dress all dirty.”
“I want you to get all of me dirty,” I whisper before sucking on his neck.
“Goddamn,” he grunts as he begins swirling his fingers over my clit again.
I gasp for air, panting and shaking in his arms while still stroking his dick. I feel it swell up in my hand, so I pump my hand faster, faster, until I’m about to cramp up, but I keep going, needing him to cum.
I’m so focused on Declan, my own orgasm slams into me almost by surprise. I cry out as my whole body spasms, causing me to fist his cock and squeeze it roughly as I cum long and hard.
“Fuck!” He yells, burying his head into my neck to stifle the sound. I feel hot liquid spurt over my hand, but I keep stroking him, keep feeling him pulse and cum in my hand.