Just a Taste [Private Relations 1] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Michelle Roth

  Laughing Sara said, “I’m a pale kid. What would I do at the beach?”

  “They’ve got an amusement park down there, a bunch of shops and restaurants. Last time I was there, they even had a guy giving trapeze lessons. It’s an interesting place to people watch.”

  “Sounds like it’ll be fun then.”

  Sara was twisting her hands in her lap nervously when Deacon put his hand on hers and asked, “Everything okay?”

  Sighing, pained to have to admit it, Sara said, “I’m ridiculously nervous for some reason. I don’t know why. It seems silly, based on”—Sara waved her hand in front of her—“everything.”

  “Me too. You’re right. It is silly, but this feels important somehow.”

  Deacon had his hand on the shifter now, so she reached over and squeezed his thigh, “Agreed.”

  The silence stretched for a moment, until Sara finally asked, “So how did the rest of your week go?”

  Laughing, Deacon told her about the expense reports. By 9:00 a.m. the next morning, there had been an influx of reimbursement checks along with notes of apology. He had laughed for pretty much the entirety of that morning.

  “That’s pretty freaking funny. I wonder what they actually did with the stuff though…” Sara asked trailing off.

  Frowning, Deacon said, “I’ve got no idea. What does a grown man do with fourteen rubber ducks?”

  Laughing dryly, Sara said, “If you find out, please don’t tell me.”

  Having effectively broken the ice, the remainder of the ride to the pier was spent in conversation about how the last few days had been since they’d seen one another.

  When they arrived, and got out of the car, Sara’s eyes widened.

  “The Ferris wheel.” Smiling winningly at Deacon, she asked, “Can we do that?” Deacon grinned at her obvious enthusiasm and said, “If you want to.”

  Wrapping an arm around her shoulders, Deacon directed them down the pier. Stopping, every so often to point out something to each other, they slowly made their way toward the end.

  “Getting hungry?” Deacon asked at one point.

  “Yeah, starving. What’s the plan?”

  Looking at her hopefully, he said, “I leave that up to you?”

  She sniffed the air and said, “I think I’m going to need a burger and fries.”

  They wandered over to Pacific Park, the amusement park on the pier and ordered their meals.

  Deacon said, “I’ve gotta say, I’m kind of surprised by your choice.”

  They settled at a picnic table to eat.

  Laughing, she said, “I make fancy food all day. When I’m at home, it’s mostly takeout and junk food.”

  Snorting, Deacon asked, “And I thought you had such a discerning palate, Ms. Westing. I’m shocked!”

  “You’ve got no idea. I don’t cook at home. It’s all frozen meals and prepackaged foods. I don’t think I’ve purchased a fresh vegetable for myself in like, six months.”

  Looking rather deflated, Deacon asked, “So this means you’re not going to cook for me, like ever?”

  Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, Sara asked, “Is all of this just an elaborate ruse to get home cooked meals out of me?”

  A playful gleam in his eye, he said, “No. This is because I’m trying to get you into bed…But if you wanna cook afterward, then I wouldn’t say no.”

  Sara’s mouth dropped open in shock, then she smacked him in the arm and started laughing.

  They continued their light banter through the rest of their meals, then made their way over to the games. Sara tried valiantly to beat him at basketball shooter game but lost horribly. They both kind of sucked at the ring toss, but she did finally manage to beat him at skee ball.

  High on her victory, she collected her pocket sized stuffed panda and she pulled him toward the Ferris wheel. It had gotten dark already, so she imagined the view would be pretty amazing.

  Waiting in line, Sara wrapped her arms around Deacon and looked up at him.

  He seemed to be deep in thought, so she said, “We can do something else, ya know?”

  Leaning down, he kissed her lips and said, “Nowhere I’d rather be.”

  They stood in line, snuggled together until it was their turn to board.

  Once they were secured into their cart of the Ferris wheel, Deacon turned to Sara and moved his hand to cup her face. Leaning in, he said, “God, you’re beautiful.”

  Not really sure what to say, Sara lowered her eyes, shyly.

  Shaking his head, Deacon said, “You’ve got no idea, do you?”

  In response, Sara stretched her neck up and kissed him. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her hands crept up to his hair. The contact was brief, but she liked the way their lips clung together. When the kiss ended, Sara opened her eyes to find Deacon watching her, his eyes ablaze.

  Her gaze heavy lidded, she swayed toward him. Without warning, his mouth slammed down on hers. There was no hesitation at all in this kiss. Deacon’s mouth ravaged hers, his tongue exploring while his hand slipped down her body to grip her hip. Low, in the back of her throat, Sara whimpered.

  Tightening his grip, he dragged his mouth across her jaw, down her throat, scraping his teeth along the side causing Sara to moan. Hearing the sound, Deacon’s fingertips flexed on her hip again, eliciting another whimper.

  Moving the edge of her jacket out of the way, he lightly bit down on the place where her neck and shoulder met, then swirled his tongue. Making his way back up, he continued the assault on her mouth until they heard the loud clang of the safety bar being opened on their cart.

  The operator smirked at them and unlatched the safety bar, allowing them to step out. Neither of them had realized that the ride had even stopped.

  They were both breathless as they moved off the platform, Sara stumbling a bit.

  Catching her, Deacon steadied her. He looked at Sara, a question in his eyes.

  She said, “Your place is probably closer than mine.”

  Nodding, his voice gravelly, he said, “Yeah.”

  Taking her hand, they practically sprinted back to the car. Once inside, Deacon planted another hard, slow kiss on her mouth, and then turned on the ignition.

  Buckling in, Sara leaned back in her seat, finally able to catch her breath again. Reaching over to Deacon, she placed her hand on his thigh again. Sliding her hand up, her eyes widened when she reached his arousal.

  Deacon hissed, as she continued to stroke him through his jeans.

  He moved her hand back down his thigh and roughly said, “We’re never gonna make it there alive if you keep doing that.”

  Squeezing his thigh, Sara managed to behave herself for the rest of the drive, though they did manage a few heated kisses at the stop lights. By the time they pulled into the sub-garage of Deacon’s building, she was ready to explode.

  Both of them got out of the car. Deacon came around to her side and pressed her up against it, roughly kissing her lips again. She could feel his obvious arousal pressing into her belly. Sliding her hands up his broad shoulders, she rubbed her body shamelessly against his.

  Breaking the kiss, he took her hand and walked her urgently up to the elevator. Pressing the seventeenth floor, he pulled her into his arms again, pressing several biting kisses along her jawline until the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival. They stepped out of the elevator and he led her to a door at the end of the hall. Unlocking the door, he pulled her inside, and then backed her up against the door.

  Sara wrapped her arms back around his neck and pulled his mouth down to meet her own. Sliding her hands down his chest, then back up to his shoulders, she slid the jacket down his arms. He shrugged the rest of the way out of it, dropping it on the floor. He reached for hers, moving it down her arms. Letting it slide the rest of the way off, she was unprepared for the wave of sensation she felt when he crushed her body against his. She could feel the heat coming off of him in waves. She was burning up.

  Tugging her hand, he led her back
through the dimly lit living room into his bedroom. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she said, “Wow. Your bed is huge!”

  Laughing, he said, “I’m an active sleeper. What can I say?”

  Stepping forward, Sara inched her hands under the hem of his shirt, stroking her hands up his back, enjoying the way his muscles tensed under her fingertips.

  Closing his eyes, he leaned his head back, enjoying her touch for a moment. When she moved her hands to the edge of his T-shirt, he stopped her hands with his own.

  Then he looked down at her, his eyes sober for a moment and said, “You’re sure you want to do this?”

  Taken aback, Sara blinked at him then nodded. “Yes. I’m going to go crazy if you’re not inside me soon, Deacon. I haven’t been able to think about anything else since you walked me to my car.”

  Deacon exhaled, smiled, and pulled Sara back into his arms. Sliding his hands underneath the hem of her sweater, he caressed her. Grabbing the edges of the sweater, he pulled it over her head.

  Once she was out of her sweater, she helped Deacon shed his shirt, taking her time to run her fingers across each indent and muscle, lightly raking her nails down his abs.

  Capturing her hands before they traveled to his belt, he paused for a moment, making eye contact. Then he placed a kiss on her palm.

  While Sara tried to process the barrage of feelings that followed his sweetly intimate move, he reached behind her to unfasten her bra.

  Fumbling for a moment, he unlatched it. She let the straps slide down her arms, then dropped the bra on the floor. Groaning, he took her bare breasts in his hands, stroking her nipples. Hearing her whimper, he took her mouth with his, and continued to gently run his thumbs across her tight peaks.

  Moving the hands that were clutching his arms down to remove his belt, her hands shook with need. He placed his hands on top of hers, removing his belt, then moved to the button on her jeans. Popping the button, then slowly sliding the zipper down, he dipped his hands into the front of her opened jeans, rubbing his hands against her moist, hot center.

  Biting back a moan, Deacon slid down her jeans and helped her step out of them.

  Sara stood in Deacon’s bedroom now, wearing only panties. Seeing his dark, heated gaze as he took her in only aroused her more. She was on fire.

  Deacon pulled her to him, his hands tangling in her hair as he attacked her mouth once again. Sara whimpered at the sensation of her bare breasts against the coarse hair of his chest. Moving her hand down once more to the button of his jeans, she unbuttoned them, then unzipped them. Sliding her hand into the front of his boxers, she stroked her hand against his hard length for a moment. Hearing his moan of appreciation, she removed her hand and slid them down along with his jeans. He moved slightly to step out of them and she sank down to her knees.

  At the first contact of her lips, he groaned and moved the hand he had fisted at his side into her hair. Wrapping one hand around his erection, she circled the head of his cock with her tongue, then opened her mouth and slid it toward the base of his erection. Sara’s cheeks hollowed out as she began to pull Deacon further into her mouth. His hands tightened in her hair slightly with every stroke of her mouth.

  With her free hand, she reached up to lightly trace her fingertips on his inner thigh. When she reached up further to caress his balls, she felt his whole body tense. Untangling his hand from her hair, he gasped, “Whoa, Sara. You need to stop that or I’m going to embarrass myself.”

  Sara slowly pulled back, her eyes never leaving Deacon’s face as she got up off her knees and stood in front of him. He grabbed her head again and slammed his mouth down on hers, at the edge of his control.

  Breaking the kiss after a few moments, he ran his hands down her body and slid her panties down. Watching her kick them away, he moved them toward the bed. She lay down and he stretched out beside her, still exploring her body with his hands. When his hand found the juncture of her thighs, she bit back a groan.

  He gently parted her folds and circled his finger around her clit, making her whole body arch with the sensation. Moving his mouth down her body, he sucked one tight nipple into his mouth, while he continued to circle her clit with slow movements.

  Sara buried her fingers in his hair and pressed his mouth to her breast, moaning shamelessly now as sensations rocketed through her body. Deacon backed off slightly, flicking his tongue lightly against her swollen nipple then grazing it with his teeth. At the first hint of teeth on her breast, Sara whimpered loudly.

  Sliding two fingers into Sara’s pussy, he worked his way down her body, placing hot openmouthed kisses on her abdomen. Using his hand he parted her folds and pressed the flat of his tongue to her clitoris. Drawing slow but firm circles around it, he continued to slide his fingers in and out, curling to make contact with her G-spot.

  Sara could feel the tension coil low in her belly, and she started to pant and move her hips. Moving his forearms, he held her lower body in place, continuing to nibble and stroke her from the inside out until she tensed, arched her back, and called out his name with her release.

  Working his way back up her body, she pulled him into a deep kiss, not all that concerned that she could taste herself on his lips. Reaching down, she began to stroke him again. When he finally broke the kiss, she was panting but managed to say, “Wow.”

  He smirked, momentarily, then continued to stare at her with heavy-lidded eyes as she stroked him, not breaking eye contact.

  Finally she said, “I need you inside me, Deacon. Please tell me you have a condom handy.”

  Rolling over to the edge of the bed, he reached into a nightstand and grabbed a condom, tearing the wrapper open and rolling it over his erection.

  Moving back over to Sara, he settled himself on his forearms, his body between her thighs and kissed her again as he slowly slid inside her. Both of them groaned at the sensation.

  Placing a light kiss on her shoulder, he began to steadily thrust into her. She rocked back and forth, meeting him with every stroke.

  “Deacon, you feel so good,” she said as her nails began to dig into his shoulders where she was gripping him. She could feel a delicious tension building in her lower belly already.

  “Fuck, Sara. You’re so tight.” Deacon was panting now, his body tense as he continued to thrust into her.

  Sara’s head tilted back, her eyes closing as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm.

  Moving one of his hands to tilt her face back toward him, Deacon said, “Sara, baby. Don’t close your eyes. Look at me. I want to see you come. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

  His words, along with the slight change in the angle of his penetration, sent Sara over the edge. Gripping his shoulders, she dug her nails in and cried out his name.

  “Deacon, oh god. I’m coming! Fuck!”

  Her back arched as her orgasm crested, but she never broke eye contact.

  Resting on one forearm now, he reached down between them and rubbed his fingertips against her clit. Roughly, he said, “Once more, Sara. Give me one more.”

  Shocked, she felt her lower body tighten up again, and began to pant, feeling another orgasm coming on quickly.

  He thrust into her roughly now, clearly reaching the end of his control.

  Deacon said, “Let go Sara. Come for me,” as he continued to rub.

  She panted. “Deacon, I need…I need.”

  Slamming into her, Deacon grunted, saying, “Sara. Take everything. Fuck. Take anything.”

  Her body erupted at his words, and she screamed his name. She came so hard she almost blacked out.

  Her orgasm must have pushed him over the edge because he groaned her name as he slammed into her one last time, then rolled his hips a few times, then pressed a few openmouthed kisses on her shoulder.

  He briefly rested his forehead against her, as he tried to draw in breath.

  Rolling off her, he left to get rid of the condom, then stumbled back to the bed. Pulling back the covers, he urged h
er to move and join him underneath.

  They both lay there without speaking. Sara was curled into his side and Deacon rubbed up and down the path of her spine with his hand.

  Finally Sara spoke, though she felt like her vocal cords must have been singed.

  “Holy shit.”

  Deacon laughed for a minute, and then said, “Goddamn, woman.”

  Reaching over, Sara placed a kiss on his jaw and said, “I don’t even have words. I think I might have almost blacked out at the end there. Jesus Christ, you’re good at that.”

  Leaning down, Deacon looked at her and said, “I thought we were going to set off the emergency sprinklers.”

  Rolling onto his side to face her, he stroked the side of her face and said, “Give me about ten minutes and we can try again.”

  One eyebrow raised, Sara asked, “Oh really?”

  Deacon stroked a hand down her side and said, “Yes really,” and leaned in to kiss her.

  Pausing, he said, “By the way, you’ve got a filthy mouth.”

  Laughing, she said, “Guilty.”

  Propping himself up with one arm he said, “That’s so sexy.” A moment later he said, “I’m getting a bottled water. Want one?”

  “Yes, totally.”

  Deacon rolled off the bed, stretched, and walked out of the bedroom without bothering to put on any clothes. Sara shook her head as he walked out of the room, thoroughly enjoying the show.

  Walking back into the room, Deacon immediately became aware of her unapologetic stare. Smirking he asked, “See anything that interests you?” as he paused to uncap his water bottle and drank. Sara took the bottle of proffered water and removed the cap. Taking a sip, she steadily appraised him, then nodded and honestly said, “Absolutely.”

  Sliding back in bed, he plucked the bottle of water out of her hands and placed it on the nightstand. Rolling back over until he was leaning over her, then brushed his lips against hers.

  Stroking her hair, which had gone a little wild, he said, “This time, I think I’ll take my time.”

  Deacon continued to brush his lips lightly across hers, until she finally nipped his lower lip with her teeth, trying to bring it in her mouth.