Touching Deuce [Cowboy Mates, Psychic Connections 2] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Lynnette Bernard

  Deuce reached up and pulled her hand from her face, kissing her knuckles lightly before bringing her hand to his chest. “We need to have this conversation, Gracie,” he told her firmly. “Tell me.”

  Gracie looked at him squarely. “He never wanted to use his mouth on me. He sometimes used his fingers, but I didn’t really enjoy it.” She hesitated briefly but pushed through with her explanation. Deuce needed to hear the truth. “Whenever I held him to try to suck him, he pulled out of my hands. He said it hurt too much. So he just jerked himself off in my hair.”

  “In your hair?”

  Gracie nodded, blushing and looking away in shame. “I always felt used and dirty afterward.”

  It was obvious the man did that as a way to degrade Gracie. Deuce was disgusted by the lack of respect the man had shown her.

  He reached out and turned her face toward his so she would see the sincerity in his eyes. “I will never disrespect you, baby,” he promised. “I loved using my mouth on you. You tasted delicious.” He winked at her and was rewarded by her soft laugh. “And I’m going to sink my cock so deep inside your pussy you’ll feel me all the way to your heart.”

  He searched Gracie’s face and saw the passion that was sparking within her. He was more than pleased. His mate wanted him just as much as he wanted her. He reached up and traced her heart-shaped lips with the tip of his index finger.

  “I’m going to love seeing and feeling this sweet mouth surrounding my cock.”

  “Will you come in my hair?” she whispered, the worry filling her voice.

  “Not unless you want me to, baby,” he promised. “I don’t feel any desire to do that, though. If I’m going to come on your body I would prefer to do it on your gorgeous breasts or your belly. I would love to rub my cum into your skin.” He reached up and covered her breast with his large hand, caressing it lightly through her shirt. “If you wanted to take me in your mouth and swallow my cum, I would be good with that, too.” His eyes were sparkling as he smiled at her.

  “You would be good with that, huh?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  His voice was sexy and gruff, and she couldn’t help but smile even as her body clenched with the thought of him doing any of those things to her.

  “I would like that,” she whispered.

  “What, baby? Swallowing me down or feeling me rub my cum into your breasts or belly?”

  “All of it,” Gracie told him, unable to keep the blush from her face.

  Deuce growled and leaned his forehead against hers. “You make me need, Gracie,” he whispered against her cheek, kissing it lightly before leaning back to look down at her.

  “Then we’re even,” she told him, laughing.

  “You need me, Gracie?” he whispered, smiling down at her as he leaned back to search her face for any fears she might have.

  “Yes, James. I think I do.”

  His smile lit the room. She had never felt so happy or so right. She felt calm, peaceful, and desired. Best of all, she felt absolutely no pain from his touch.

  “Look at you, all satisfied,” she teased him.

  His expression turned serious at once. “Not yet, baby, but I will be very soon. Pick a safe word.”

  She hesitated, biting at her bottom lip nervously. She was nervous, there was no denying that, but she knew that this man had been her best friend and protector for her entire life. She knew he would never hurt her.

  Her face openly displaying the myriad of thoughts that were racing through her mind. He hoped that she could trust him enough to allow him the control he craved. He would not want to live his life without her by his side as his mate. He wanted her to accept him and their mating. He wanted them both to wear the golden, entwined links on the back of their necks, proving that their mating had been blessed by the Great Spirit. He wanted to be inside her heart and inside her body. And he wanted their baby growing within the loving warmth of her womb.

  “Marble.”

  He was pulled from his thoughts by her voice. Marble? Okay, he could work with that. He smiled down and saw her intense concentration.

  “Marble?”

  “Yes. Marble.”

  “Why did you choose that word, honey?”

  “Because I remember how you used to help me separate my marbles and put them in jars by color. I used to mix them up on purpose so you would have to stay with me longer to help sort them out. And I hardly think I would call out the word marble in the throes of ecstasy.”

  Deuce chuckled and shook his head. “You’re a little minx, you know that?”

  “Hey, I had to do something to keep you with me,” she defended herself.

  “You don’t have to worry about that anymore, Gracie,” he whispered, leaning forward and looking directly into the light blue beauty of her eyes. “I will only leave you if you ask me to.”

  “Okay. Then we’re good,” she said with satisfaction.

  “We’re good,” he agreed, his entire body finally relaxing with her complete acceptance.

  He reached up and played with the pearl button at the neck of her pastel pink, silk blouse. Slipping the button through the closure, he slowly released each button and peeled back the decadent material to reveal her body to him a few inches at a time.

  When he gently pushed her blouse open, revealing her full breasts covered by a delicate, black lace, see-through bra, he had to take a deep breath to remain in control. He could see her nipples through the material, and he wanted to rip the lingerie from her body in his haste to get to the delicate morsels. Instead, he pulled down the material to reveal her creamy skin and rosy nipples, allowing the material of her bra to rest below the full curve of her breasts, successfully pushing them up for his pleasure.

  “Absolutely gorgeous,” he whispered. Lowering his head, he kissed her left breast before licking at the beautiful, rosy color of her areola and latching onto the pert nipple to suckle gently. Swirling the tip with his tongue, he pulled it deeper into his mouth and bit down on it lightly.

  Gracie moaned beneath him, and he smiled against her creamy softness. Reaching up, he unzipped her skirt and gently pulled it and her half slip from her body, never releasing his hold on her nipple. Kissing it and laving it slowly, he leaned back and looked up at the woman who lay pliant and moaning beneath him.

  When he helped her remove her shirt and bra, and she lay before him in nothing but her stockings, garter belt, panties, and high heels, he had to take a breath to calm his racing pulse. Her body was absolute perfection. Her full curves called to him, and he said a quick prayer of thanks that she was exactly what he had always desired. She was the perfect combination of temptress, friend, and lover. He would spend the rest of his life proving to her that he was worthy of her.

  “Do you have more sexy lingerie, baby?” he asked her, running his hands over her legs and hips, stopping at her core and slipping his fingers beneath the lace of her panties to lightly touch her already slick folds.

  “I like pretty underthings,” she told him, arching up into his touch.

  “I like them, too,” he told her, smiling at the way she naturally accepted his touch.

  He kissed her then, slowly moving his mouth over hers, tasting and teasing. He moaned against her mouth as she opened to him and accepted his tongue without hesitation.

  “Deuce,” she moaned against his neck when he started traveling across her shoulders, kissing and biting her lightly.

  “What, baby?” he whispered.

  “Please take off your clothes.”

  He pulled back and looked down at her with the most incredibly sexy smile she had ever seen. She watched as he pulled his great frame from the bed to stand beside it. Never breaking their eye contact, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his body to throw it onto the floor. She felt a gush of cream escape her as she watched him unbuckle his belt, unzip his jeans, and push them down his legs.

  His erection was straining against his boxer briefs, and she wanted to reach out and trace its l
ength, but she didn’t. For now she would enjoy the impromptu striptease. She licked her lips in anticipation as she watched him toe off his boots and push his jeans and socks off. When he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pushed it down across his massive thighs, she held her breath in anticipation. When he straightened, she gasped as pure lust shot through her.

  He was perfect. His body was beautiful. His chest was lightly furred with black hair across his pectorals, with a line of hair that bisected his stomach and led to his groin. The black curls that surrounded his heavy cock begged for her hand to scrape her nails through them and tug at them lightly as she pulled him toward her mouth so she could worship him.

  To say he was well endowed would be a disservice to him. His cock was long, thick, and heavy, his erection straining up toward his belly. She doubted she would be able to wrap her hand completely around its girth, but she wanted to try. His shaft was so long she was sure he would fill her completely and touch the mouth of her womb. She felt her body clench at the thought of him doing just that.

  His sac was heavy and hung low, its contents large and begging for her mouth to kiss and suckle them. She hoped she could fit it completely inside of her mouth. She wanted to suck gently on his balls and lick her tongue around them until he lost control and pulled her away from his body so he could throw her to the bed and enter her fully in one smooth thrust.

  A complete sense of rightness overcame her. She felt calm. There was no fear. There was no embarrassment. She loved this man completely and wanted him fiercely.

  Deuce watched Gracie’s eyes dilate with desire. When she sat up and reached out to touch him, he breathed a sigh of relief. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. She wasn’t afraid of him.

  He saw the moment of panic that suddenly passed through her and was angered when she clutched her hands into fists and brought them tightly against her body. All those bastards over the years who had told her that her touch was painful had done a real number on her self-confidence. He wasn’t going to allow them to win. She would learn that nothing between them would be like anything she had ever experienced with anyone else. With him she would feel precious, and he needed her touch as much as he needed her love.

  “Touch me, Gracie,” he commanded.

  She looked up at him with pain and worry obvious in her expression. Her eyes were wide with fear. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispered.

  Reaching out, he took her hands in his as he knelt beside her on the bed. “Do you feel pain right now, baby?” he asked her, rubbing his thumbs across the back of her hands.

  “No, I don’t, Deuce. But do you?”

  He smiled and shook his head, bringing her hands up to his mouth and kissing the back of both before pulling them to his chest and holding them tightly against his body.

  “I feel happy, and I feel desire. I need you to touch me, Gracie,” he told her firmly.

  Gracie ran her hands down his thickly muscled chest as he released her hands, dragging her nails down his chiseled abs to his cock. She wrapped one of her hands around his shaft, loving the silky feel of his length and gently pulling from base to tip, rubbing the tip of her thumb around his slit to gather the bead of pre-cum and swirling it around the mushroom head. She loved the feel of the spongy head, squeezing it lightly before pushing back down on the shaft to its base.

  Deuce’s moan of approval made her smile. She looked up at him and saw how he watched her with such intensity she had to close her eyes for a second to hide from the way he saw right through to her soul.

  “Open your eyes,” he commanded gruffly.

  She obeyed immediately, looking up at him and smiling shyly.

  “That’s it, baby,” he complimented her. “I want to see you. Don’t hide from me.”

  She smiled up at him, reaching out with her left hand to cup his heavy sac and roll the delicate orbs within it. She squeezed them lightly, loving the sound of his groan of pleasure.

  “Deuce,” she whispered, pulling his attention to her face immediately. “I want to use my mouth on you. Please.”

  Deuce couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped him. “There’s no way in hell I’m going to say no to that, baby.”

  Gracie smiled up at him. As he stepped back off the bed, she kicked off her shoes and knelt before him, glad that kneeling on the bed and bending at the waist put her at the perfect height. She reached out and steadied herself by holding onto his hip then reached up and took his cock gently in her hand. She leaned forward and kissed the tip lightly, reaching out her tongue and lapping up the overflowing amount of liquid there. She hummed in appreciation at the taste of him, taking the entire head into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it lovingly, pressing the flat of her tongue directly beneath the head and pulling another groan of approval from the man who owned her heart.

  “So good, Gracie,” he told her, his voice heavy with need as he reached down and stroked his fingers through the softness of her long hair, allowing the beautiful, light brown silkiness to fall from his fingers.

  He didn’t direct her or hold her in place. This time was for Gracie to become accustomed to him—his size, his taste, and his total acceptance of anything and everything she willingly gave him. The incredible heat and loving caresses of her sweet mouth made him moan in pleasure. Everything Gracie did showed him how much she cared about him. Every touch, every look, and every word she gifted him with was real, honest, and more than he ever thought he was deserving of.

  When she pushed forward and tried her best to take more of him, he reached down to caution her. He didn’t want her to try something she wasn’t able to successfully complete just yet and diminish her confidence.

  “Careful, baby,” he told her gently. “Don’t try to take too much this time. I’m too big for you.”

  She pulled off his cock with a slurp and a sloppy kiss against the side of his shaft. She looked up at him and smiled. “I think you’re just the right size to fit deep inside of me, James,” she told him softly before kissing her way down his length to his balls, nuzzling his sac and kissing it lightly.

  Her tenderness nearly undid him. Caressing her soft hair lightly, he was about to tell her how wonderful she was and how much he loved the way she touched him when he felt her suck his entire sac into her mouth and run her tongue around the underside of it slowly.

  His cock jumped against his stomach as his entire body tightened with the pleasure she gave him. He wasn’t going to last much longer. She was too giving, her touch too amazing. He needed to stop her, or he wouldn’t be able to do what he wanted to do—what he needed to do.

  Reaching down, he carefully pulled her away from his body, smiling at her whimper of loss as she released him. He pulled her up his body, loving the feel of her breasts dragging up the length of his torso. Wrapping his arms around her back, he found her mouth and covered it with his own, successfully claiming her before she was allowed to speak.

  He moaned into her mouth as her arms immediately wrapped around his neck and she met his kiss with equal fervor. When her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping his cock against the heat of her core, he thought he would spill his seed right then.

  There was no doubt in his mind that she desired him as much as he desired her. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, and he knew he had to have her, claim her, and own her. She was meant to be his. There would never be another. No one would ever be better for him than his Gracie.

  He held her tightly within his arms, kneeling forward and inching his way to the center of their bed. From this moment forward she would share this bed with him. He would stake his claim, and she would accept him. And then they could begin their life together.

  He laid her gently against his pillow, following her down and covering her body with his. He loved how she opened to him, and he settled between her thighs so perfectly. She fit him.

  “James,” she called to him as he kissed her neck.

  He pulled back and looked
down at her, smiling at the soft expression on her face. “What, Gracie?” he asked, leaning forward and taking another kiss from her before pulling back to look at her once again.

  “I want you inside of me,” she told him.

  “I want that, too, honey,” he told her gently.

  “Good,” she said, relief evident in her voice.

  He looked at her calmly, pulling himself back under control. “Did you think I had changed my mind about wanting you?” he asked, amazed by her worry. “Feel how much I want you, Gracie.”

  He took her hand and brought it to his rock-hard erection. He moaned when she stroked him gently.

  “I really like how you feel,” she whispered as she looked up at him. “You’re so hard and so silky at the same time.”

  Deuce smiled down at her, leaning forward to kiss her softly. He pulled back, taking her hand from his shaft and bringing it to his mouth. He kissed it tenderly then placed it on the pillow beside her.

  “Gracie, I want you to try something for me,” he told her softly. “I want you to leave your hands beside your head. I’m going to make you feel good, but I don’t want you to come until I tell you to. Do you think you can do that for me?” He looked down at her and waited patiently.

  “I’ll try,” she answered immediately and was rewarded with his beautiful smile.

  “Okay, baby. Just do the best you can,” he told her, kissing her lips lightly before dragging his body down hers, kissing her breasts, her stomach, and her hip before kneeling between her legs and touching her panties lightly. “I hope you don’t care about these,” he told her quietly before he reached out, took hold of the delicate material, ripped it, and pulled it from her body, leaving her only in her stockings and garters. “So sexy,” he told her, reaching up and tracing the top of her stocking where it hugged her thigh.

  He followed the attached garter then ran his finger across the front of the belt until he reached her mound. Taking his hands and placing them against her inner thighs, he pushed gently, opening her legs wider so he could run his thumbs across her lips and open them carefully to his gaze.