As if I was going anywhere.
His other hand tightened on my lower back, pulling me closer, making me feel his distinctive length through his jeans, like he wanted me to know exactly how much he enjoyed our kiss.
I gave a quiet moan into his mouth, my reaction instinctive.
His kisses continued, soft and gentle, slow and easy. His breaths filled my lungs, brushed against my lips when he would break apart to turn his head. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth before he gave a gentle swipe of his tongue.
I tugged on him harder, my nails slicing through his shirt to his skin underneath.
Jesus, he was a good kisser.
He abruptly pulled away, looking down at me with heavy eyes.
My hand slid up his neck and to his cheek, wanting to tug him to my mouth again.
His eyes were on my lips, his chest rising and falling deeply. “Fuck.” His head moved to mine again, this time harder, his mouth more aggressive than before. His kisses were faster, eager, domineering. His hands fisted my hair and gave it gentle tugs, making my head tilt back so he could have more of my mouth.
I’d never been kissed like this—like a man couldn’t get enough of me.
His hands started to explore my body, gripping my shoulders and then my waist. Both of his palms slid to my ass, and he squeezed both cheeks, moaning into my mouth as he made my skirt rise up my thighs. He breathed harder into my mouth, his stiff dick leaving a permanent mark into my flesh. It was thick, long, manly.
My hands moved underneath his shirt, my palms sliding over the grooves of his abs, feeling how incredible he was. His front was hard like his back, and I rose farther until I reached his chest, feeling those strong-ass pecs. His skin was searing hot, like a hot pan on the stove. I moaned into his mouth, touching the body that I’d fantasized about, that made my mouth go dry whenever I saw him shirtless. My hands moved farther to his shoulders, his arms, feeling the endless cuts that separated his muscles.
He was the hottest man on this planet.
My fingers slipped into his hair, feeling the short strands that looked messy first thing in the morning or late at night. My hand slid down his face, feeling the stubble along his jawline, loving the way it occasionally brushed against my cheek as he kissed me. “Deacon…” I’d never gotten this lost in a man, never had this kind of passion, never felt my body burn in an inferno…and it was just a kiss. I said his name like he was deep between my legs, on the verge of making me come, our bodies erotically connected.
His hand yanked on my hair, forcing my head back, and he sealed his lips over my neck, kissing me hard, bruising the skin because his kiss was so forceful. He kissed me everywhere, covering my neck and collarbone with his aggressive sucks, his tongue swiping over the area before he gave it another kiss.
I closed my eyes and moaned, loving the way he devoured me. My nails clawed down his back as I felt his warm breaths soak into my skin. My hand cupped the back of his head while I let him have all of me, everything that he wanted.
He moved his lips back to mine, his powerful arms supporting my back as I arched. His kisses slowed down, becoming a gentle embrace, a fire that turned into smoldering coals. He ended the kiss altogether, his eyes on mine, his breathing deep and sexy. “I don’t want to wait, but I will if you aren’t ready.”
My hands cupped his neck, feeling his rapid pulse against my fingertips. “I’ve waited long enough. I can’t do it anymore.” My forehead touched his chin, my pulse racing in excitement. It didn’t feel too soon, like I was in a hurry because I was so eager to get off. It felt right, like we should have done it a long time ago.
His arms hugged my waist, and he gave me a squeeze before he kissed me again. His fingers found the zipper at the back of my skirt and pulled it over the curve of my ass, getting it down all the way so the skirt fell off my hips. My blouse had been tucked in, so now it came loose around my waist.
His hands slipped underneath the silk fabric, and he pulled it over my head, delicate once the neckline reached my face. He gently pulled it free of my hair, waiting until the strands fell back to my shoulders before he pulled it the rest of the way and dropped it on the ground.
His hands went to my ass again, his callused fingertips rubbing against my bare cheeks, squeezing them like he was an ass man.
Good. Because I didn’t have much in the tit department.
He backed me up through my small apartment, directing me into the only bedroom in the place.
I hadn’t cleaned up or made my bed. The place was littered with clothes and heels, but I didn’t care.
He didn’t care either.
His hand slid up my back and unclasped my bra in a single move, the fabric immediately loose around my torso. The straps on my shoulders were no longer snug, and it slowly slid off my body.
He took away his mouth and looked down at my body, pulling one strap so he could hurry it to the bedroom floor.
I was suddenly aware of how naked I was when he looked at me like that. I breathed hard, felt my cheeks redden, felt my nipples harden under his stare.
His hands gripped my waist, and he squeezed as he looked down at me, staring at me like I was the sexiest woman he’d ever been with, like he couldn’t wait to get inside me and make me his. He stared at my tits without shame, openly gazed at my body in a way he’d never done before. Both of his hands moved to my chest, and he groped my tits, his thumbs flicking over the nipples.
I arched my back and moved farther into him, loving the way he touched me, the way he held me with those big hands.
He gave my breasts a final squeeze before his hands slid down to my pink thong. His thumbs hooked into the fabric before he pulled it over my hips and ass, his eyes still down on my body.
When he released the thong at my thighs, it slid the rest of the way.
Thank god I shaved yesterday.
He lifted his gaze to mine again, this time wearing a darkened expression, the lust and desire burning in his eyes. He looked at me in a way he hadn’t before—like he wanted to fuck my brains out. It was a new version of Deacon, a version I’d wanted to know for a long time. He looked at me the way he’d looked at all the other women in his life, but I knew this was different; I knew this was special.
His arms reached behind his neck, and he gripped the fabric of his tee before he yanked it over his head, showing off his incredible physique, his kissable abs. The shirt fell to the floor.
“Oh my god…” My hands immediately went to his body, my palms flattening against his hardness, staring at the body I’d wanted to lick and taste. Now, it was mine…and I didn’t have to share. My fingers felt his hot skin, felt the incredible muscles of his frame, his rock-hard pecs, his muscled shoulders. I moved in and kissed the center of his chest, my tongue licking across the delicious skin.
With his arms resting by his sides, he moaned.
My tongue dragged over his nipple as my hands went to his jeans. I yanked the button loose before I shoved the zipper down, speeding along instead of taking my time the way he had with me. I pushed them over his hips and thighs and watched them fall the rest of the way.
There was a thick vein down his stomach that led under his boxers. And then his rock-hard dick was visible, a bulge so big, it was a mystery how it fit into his jeans in the first place. I grabbed the elastic material that hugged his hips and pushed it down, pulling the material away from his body so I could get it over his dick.
It finally emerged…the nicest dick I’d ever seen.
I pushed the boxers until they fell to the floor on their own.
Now, I stared at his dick the way he stared at my tits, like there’d never been anything sexier in my vision. “Jesus…that’s nice.” I breathed through my parted lips, loving the vein up his length, the slightly red crown, the impressive length and size.
His arms moved around my waist, and he pulled me close to him, kissing me again, giving me a slow caress, our hot bodies touching each other bare for the first time. His coc
k started to ooze with arousal, and if he placed his hand against my sex, he would feel just how soaked I was.
I’d never wanted a man more in my entire life.
My arms hooked around his neck, and I kissed him, feeling my nipples drag against his hard chest as we moved together.
His hands were on my ass again, spreading my cheeks with his fingers, like he was mapping out the way it looked from behind.
I ended the kiss then turned to the bed. I purposely got on all fours and climbed to the headboard so he could get a good view of his favorite feature. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw him staring right at it, his dick twitching in reaction.
I moved to my back, supporting the upper part of my body on my elbows.
He followed me, crawling on top of the bed until he was over me, his sexy body making the mattress dip under his manly weight. His eyes were on my face, like he’d stopped thinking about my ass once our eyes were connected.
His knees separated mine, and he brought us close together, his cock pressing right against my wet entrance.
The simple touch was enough to make me moan. I lay back against the pillow, my hands running up his chest, unable to believe this was real…that this man was all mine. “There are condoms in the nightstand…”
He stared at me like those words meant nothing to him, like he didn’t understand why I said them at all. He moved farther on top of me, bringing his face close to mine. “No.” He pushed on the base of his dick, forcing it down so his wet head rubbed against my soaked slit. “I’m not wearing a condom with you.” He started to push inside, slide through my tightness, inch his way closer to my center. “I trust you.”
My hands cupped his neck and the back of his head as I felt him enter me, bare skin on bare skin. I sucked in a harsh breath, my nipples hardening, my skin bubbling with goose bumps. I breathed hard against his mouth as I got another inch…and then another. He sank all the way inside, forcing my tight pussy to open, to welcome the only dick I wanted. When he was buried inside me, taking me with me pure intimacy, I held on to him, breathing roughly against his mouth, my broken soul pieced back together even though he wasn’t the one who’d initially ripped it into pieces. I closed my eyes as I felt him, feeling the wetness in my eyes, feeling the rapid rate of my heart. “Deacon…”
He breathed with me, still as he enjoyed the feeling of our combined bodies, how wet and tight I was. His powerful muscles continued to keep him up as he remained motionless, and he was so full inside me that he wouldn’t have been able to fit if he were any bigger. His eyes locked on to mine, and he looked at me, really looked at me, like it was the first time he really saw the way I felt about him.
My hands slid up his back, and my nails dug into the place where I wanted to anchor.
Then he started to move, rocked into me with slow thrusts that felt so good because our bodies were perfect for each other. His breathing slowed, and he stared at me as he moved, not blinking, just watching, looking at me the way he had so many times, like he didn’t want to close his eyes or look away, like he was in this completely…mind, body, and soul.
I moaned as my body grew wetter, as the emotional connection between our hearts built into a crescendo. I didn’t need much to get off, not when I was already so emotionally invested in this man, so I clawed him harder as I came, squeezing his dick hard as I moaned in his face, coming for him because it didn’t just feel good…but felt right. I was in a euphoric state, having the man I’d wanted with every fiber of my being, finding the peace my soul had been seeking for so long. I didn’t know what the future held, but I knew he was the man who would be by my side.
Because I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else besides him.
I held on to him as I finished, seeing those intense eyes piercing into mine. I wasn’t embarrassed by how quickly I came, because it’d been months of foreplay, of deep conversations, emotional connections, or hugs that made my entire body shake. He aroused me without touching me, made me writhe without giving me a single kiss. I’d admired him every single day, thought the world of him, adored him…became obsessed with him. But now, I didn’t have to hide my feelings. I could be honest, wear my heart on my sleeve, be with the man who made me want to live forever…so I could always be with him.
His thrusts didn’t speed up once I was finished. They stayed the same, slow and deep. His entire body tightened, and his expression turned hard as he followed me over the edge. He rocked into me all the way through the climax, filling me with his seed, squirting it at my entrance and then deep inside as he kept going. He moaned from deep in his throat, a sexy red tint coming into his face and shoulders. “Cleo…” When he finished, he stopped thrusting, his body sticky with sweat, his dick covered in his come as well as mine.
We barely moved, but that was enough to make us come, to get us off like it was the best sex of our lives. But he was still hard inside me, like he hadn’t come at all. I loved his fullness, the way his hard dick forced my body to remain stretched.
He started to move again, as if he was so aroused that an orgasm couldn’t quench his desire.
My hand went to his ass and squeezed it the way he squeezed mine. “Yes…” My hand cupped his cheek, and I pulled him into me, kissing him while I felt him shove his big dick deep inside me over and over. “Don’t stop…”
Seventeen
Deacon
Her alarm pierced the silence at seven thirty.
I didn’t open my eyes, but I was instantly awake, instantly aware of her lumpy mattress and the coarse sheets against my skin. When I had a hookup, I always brought them to my place because I was comfortable in my own home. But with Cleo, I wanted her wherever I could have her, even if that meant in the back seat of a car, in an alleyway next to a dumpster, or a bed with a burrito wrapper that my foot got stuck in while I slept.
“Ugh.” Cleo reached for her phone on the nightstand and fidgeted with it until the obnoxious noise stopped.
I was usually up at five so I could complete my workout before starting my day, but I hadn’t done that for the past week, unable to find the motivation to hit the treadmill and weights. So the sound was even more annoying because, without working out, I wouldn’t wake up for another thirty minutes.
Cleo returned to the bed, moaning because she didn’t want to get up.
I rolled nearer to her, my arm hooking around her waist and pulling her closer to me. My face rested against hers, and I kept my eyes closed, ready to go back to sleep as if the interruption never happened.
Her fingers moved into my hair, and she played with the strands. “I wish I didn’t have to get up…”
I opened my eyes and looked at her, seeing the runny makeup, the wet eyes, the fatigue in her gaze. “Then don’t.”
“I have a meeting.”
I could blow off work if I really wanted to, but she didn’t have that luxury. My fingers gently grazed her skin, noticing how soft she was, how much my hands wanted to keep touching her.
“I’m sorry.” She sighed as she looked at me, like she meant it with every piece of her soul. She leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, her lips not moving, just resting against mine, but she held them forever, like she never wanted to pull away.
My hands slid to her cheek and gave it a squeeze. “Do you have plans this weekend?”
“No. But I hope I’m about to.”
“You do.”
She smiled, like she couldn’t wait to spend time with me. “I’ll mark my calendar.” She pushed the sheets down and got out of bed. She stood naked in her bedroom, her ass so perky it looked unreal, her pussy slightly visible because her cheeks were so high and plump. The rest of her was sexy too, the way her waist narrowed to an incredibly petite size, the way her legs were lean and toned, like a runner. Her brown hair hung down her back, and when she walked to the bathroom, her body shook in all the right places.
My dick was rock hard under the sheets, in a way it never was for my other evening guests. When the morning arrived
, I was anxious for them to leave. I wished they would leave in the middle of the night, but that never happened. But now I wished Cleo would come back to bed with me—and blow everything off.
I skipped the office and worked from home. I was too tired to make the hour-long commute, and I could do pretty much everything at my dining table instead of my desk. Plus, I didn’t have to wear a suit in my own home.
Tucker texted me. Did you talk to her?
I stared at the message, unsure how to respond to it.
When I didn’t text back after thirty minutes, he texted me again. Don’t ignore me, asshole.
How did he know that? Yes. I talked to her.
And?
And we worked it out.
…
I stared at the screen.
That’s all you’re going to give me?
What do you want me to say?
Are you together? Did you fuck?
I didn’t like to talk about Cleo when we were just friends, and I definitely didn’t want to talk about her now. We’re together.
That’s awesome, man. I’m happy to hear that.
I dropped my guard when I remembered Tucker just wanted me to be happy. Thanks.
So…is her ass as good I imagined?
I turned angry again. Tucker.
Come on, you gotta tell me.
Ask me again, and I’ll put you on life support.
Fine…keep your secrets.
By the end of the day, I hadn’t seen Cleo.
I’d expected her to come by my condo at some point.
But she didn’t.
I assumed she was busy with work, so I didn’t bother her.
When dinnertime arrived, I lost my patience and texted her. I thought you would stop by sometime.
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