Her breasts were small—high and firm—a perfect mouth, full, and a creamy porcelain skin. Reaching out, I brushed my knuckles over her nipples.
“Ahh, yesss,” Charlie hissed, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth.
God, her nipples were works of art, perky and soft pink in colour. The areola was bigger than I had seen on other women. So pretty and pink. My knuckles brushed over them again, causing them to point out towards me, begging for my mouth. Dipping my head down, I took one nipple and half of the breast into my mouth all at once, and I sucked deeply. Oh, fuck me sideways, this was heaven. Releasing it with a pop, I gave the other breast the exact same attention. Only this time, I took more of her breast into my mouth. And again, sucked deeply. I wanted to leave my mark, so I sucked harder and harder. I wanted my hickey there. Charlie was groaning and writhing madly under me. Her hands couldn’t make up their mind where they wanted to touch me, and I loved it.
My other hand was busy, slipping its way down Charlie’s toned, flat stomach where I noticed the small white scars and the larger more pronounced one. My eyes lifted to hers as I lightly traced my finger over the raised skin. What the fuck happened to her? The other night, I had felt it through the thin material of her top, but looking at it now, and being familiar with wounds and battle scars, I knew this had been caused by some pretty major trauma.
She shook her head, her eyes starting to lose some of the passion my hands and mouth had caused. Giving into her silent plea, my hand continued its path down her body to her bare pussy. She would tell me about those scars—I was fucking certain.
“Deck, yes, yes, please, help me.” Charlie’s moans of pleasure and begging were turning me on more than I’d ever thought possible. I wanted this to last as long as it could. I wanted to do so much to her, but I was seriously having trouble not coming now.
“Baby, I have to make sure you are wet enough to take me,” I murmured against her breast, giving her nipple one last kiss as I licked my way down her fucking stunning, gorgeous body.
“Your body was made for my hands, Sweetness,” I praised her. I kissed her pubis with an open-mouthed kiss and being bare made it a much more enjoyable experience. I didn’t usually do this. I mean, yeah, I had done oral sex a bit, but it was not my go-to thing. It was such an intimate thing to do, and sometimes, I felt I just couldn’t give that much of myself to them, but Charlie had me throwing out the rulebook. French kissing her pussy was suddenly very important to me. All while I was doing it, Charlie was still moaning and writhing underneath me, rubbing her leg against my impossibly hard cock. I fucking loved her response. It geared my need up even more.
“Deck, now, now, please, now,” she screamed at me, but I needed one taste. Later, I could eat her sweet cunt until I got my fill, so for the moment, I licked her folds up and down, and her taste exploded on my tongue.
Oh, fuck me, if this wasn’t the sweetest fucking pussy I had ever had my tongue in…
Charlie’s hands made their way into my short hair, and she was fucking grinding her pussy against my face. Oh, my dancing girl liked this, did she?
“Deck!” Charlie screamed out, the ecstasy in her voice evident. Then, suddenly, my mouth was flooded as warm juices coated my tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Charlie chanted over and over.
Fuck, I needed her.
Climbing back up her body, I didn’t bother to wipe my mouth. Her juices stayed right where they were. I wanted her to see it, to see what she did to me. I wanted her to taste herself when I kissed her.
“Sweetness, are you on birth control.” I knew I should use a condom. I mean, I had a beautiful, raven-haired reminder of what happened when you didn’t use a condom. That had been my one and only time I ever did that. I got tested straight after and never ever went without a glove again, but with Charlie, I didn’t want anything between us. But if she asked, of course, I would.
“Yes, honey. Please, make love to me.” Her voice was soft as she said the sweet endearment. It was the second time she had called me honey that day. The first time had been on the phone earlier. How could one word make me crazy with love?
“I don’t want to hurt you, but, baby, this is going to hurt.”
Causing her more pain teared me up, but this time, there was seriously no other choice. Taking her virginity would cause pain.
“It’s okay, Deck. I trust you. Plus, I’m a dancer. The years of doing barre work and the splits will help make it a little easier,” she explained shyly. Her eyes held mine as she widened her legs more and let me settle better between them.
Lining my dick up with her entrance, I was torn between taking my time and exploring her sweet pussy, but seeing her wet, pink, glistening pussy winking at me, my mind was made up, and I slowly pushed in. The groan that left my throat vibrated around the room.
“Ohhhh, sweet fuck, Charlie.” I moaned against her mouth. I couldn’t begin to describe the tightness my dick was feeling at that moment. Being bare inside her was indescribable. Warm and tight. Hot and pulsing. Fuck, my dick was almost being choked she was that tight. And it was mine. No other motherfucker had been there but me.
I watched Charlie for signs of pain as I kept pushing until I was fully seated in her pussy with my balls flushed against her rosette.
I was not a small man, and Charlie had me inside her completely, all nine inches. Fuck, you gotta love a ballet dancer.
“You okay, Sweetness?” I managed to say from between my painfully clenched teeth. Please, God, don’t let me come yet. Fuck, please, not yet, but her pussy is so fucking tight. Never had I ever felt anything remotely close to that tight. It was heaven. I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for stamina.
“Yes, move, honey,” she said, panting. I could feel her walls squeezing the fuck out of my dick. Jesus, this was going to be over in zero seconds if she kept doing that.
“Baby, you gotta relax down there. I can’t move with the hold your sweet cunt has on my cock,” I begged her. I could see she didn’t know what I meant, so I pulled just a little bit out so her natural suction had no choice but to let go.
“Don’t tense up down there. Let me move easily in and out of you. Yeah, that’s it, good girl,” I praised her as I slid back in, my movements slowed until she could get used to my size.
“I have to watch this, baby. I have to watch my dick disappear in and out of you, covered in your sweet cream.” I kept my voice low and seductive. It had to be good for her, too. But I was desperate to see how her tightness looked around my cock.
She shook her head and held me closer to her body, wrapping her stunningly long and supple legs around my waist. The move made me go even deeper. Christ in heaven!
“Don’t leave me. Stay close, Deck, please. I love the way my breasts feel against your chest.” She moaned. Her eyes were dark green with lust and desire. Oh, shit, that was so fucking hot, hearing her sweet voice begging me. How could I say no?
“Yes, Sweetness, yes, whatever you want.”
And I meant that.
Pushing my arms under her shoulders, I wrapped myself impossibly closer to her body. Then I pumped my hips, and the friction of our bodies being so close was delicious. My bum squeezed with every downward thrust. Charlie’s hands were everywhere on my body—my shoulders, my back, and my arms were all getting a rubdown. Her small, graceful hands gliding softly over me caused goose bumps.
It was a sensory overload. It had never been like this. I dropped my mouth, and Charlie got her first taste of her delicious pussy. And by her moans and the voracious way she was sucking on my tongue, I guessed she loved it.
I could feel my orgasm, deep in my balls, making its way, but I needed Charlie there again before I exploded. She had to come first or at least again—not forgetting her first one on my tongue just minutes earlier.
I increased my pace and held her tighter against me. I thrust in and out, repeatedly. I could feel the sweat covering my back. Suddenly, Charlie dropped one leg from my waist, and I took advantag
e of the new position. Taking one arm from under her, I hooked her leg over my arm so the penetration angle was perfect and deep.
“Oh, God.” Charlie hissed, a pink blush covering her skin. She was close, and I really needed her to get there.
“Come, Sweetness. Come on my cock one more time before I fill you deep.” I took her lips once again, and thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I mimicked the motion of my dick in her pussy. Then, just as I was about to do something I had never done before—coming before her—my dick felt a warm rush of liquid coating it.
Charlie’s scream of release filled my ears, sending me over the edge with her. Hot jets of cum spurted from my cock and into my sweet woman’s hot channel. The groan that left me was almost animalistic, my release almost fucking painful with its intensity. Christ, I didn’t want it to stop. Charlie must have felt the same because she had me wrapped tightly in her legs and arms. If I cared about breathing, I would have moved, but I didn’t.
As I pushed myself deeper and deeper inside her, I took a deep gulp of air.
I was thirty-six years old, had been around the block more than a few times, fucked women in two different countries, and I had just made love to a woman for the first time in my life. Not just any woman, the woman.
Put a fork in me. Because I was fucking done.
Owned.
17
CHARLOTTE
I was waiting for Deck to come back to the room. After making love to the man who had completely taken possession of my heart, I thought we would talk about what had happened that day. I was ready to, at least. The last thing I wanted to do was lose him over this. When he came into Gypsies, he was furious, so I was truly expecting him to yell and tell me to go. Instead, he ran to me when we arrived back at the compound. He lifted me out of the car, carrying me inside and directly to his bathroom. He treated me tenderly by showering the filthy smoke and stink from my body before giving me the most amazing experience of my life.
I felt my cheeks flush with heat as I remembered the feel of his tongue on my most private area and the words he spoke. Oh, Lord, that man had a dirty mouth on him.
His reaction to me calling him honey flooded me with warmth all over again. So after he cleaned up, there was another surprise from my gentle and rugged soldier—he brought food and Shiloh back to the room.
The little girl bounding into the room was exactly what I needed to assure me that he was still in this with me. Sure, the sex was a good starting point. But Shiloh was his life. No one got to be around her if he didn’t trust them.
We shared a homemade pizza with Shiloh’s favourite toppings of ham, pineapple, and, unfortunately, green olives—a taste, I learned, she had picked up from her bodyguard—and we chatted about dance class that day.
I smiled as she scolded me for not being there at the end of the day for pick up.
“Youse don’ts dos that no more, Miss Char-char, me and daddy were sad. Got it?” Her finger waved in my face, telling me off good and proper.
I was still giggling twenty minutes later when Deck returned to the room. He had taken Shiloh back to their suite to bathe and read to her. Even though it was later than her normal bedtime, he had wanted to settle her properly like he always did.
“What’s got you laughing, Sweetness?” he asked as he pulled his shirt over his head and removed his jeans.
Good gravy, the man’s body should be on a poster or something. My mouth was dry just from his abs alone. Sculptured. Chiselled. Delicious.
“Sweetness, my eyes are up here.”
“Huh?” My fuddled brain was not keeping up with this conversation.
“Laughing. You. Why?” Deck’s knowing smirk told me he got it. Then he took my fun away by getting into the bed with me and covering himself from the waist down, but then he made it all the better by pulling me half on top of him.
Then I remembered his question.
“Shiloh telling me off with her finger wagging in my face.”
I could feel his silent chuckle as his chest jostled me about.
“Yeah, she is a little princess, isn’t she?” he replied, but his tone was is too serious. “Tell me about today, Sweetness.”
“Hmmm, I love it when you call me that.” I was stalling, and I knew it. It was just, where should I begin? How do I explain my family to him?
He must have sensed my dilemma because he said, “How about I ask the questions, and you answer them. Yeah?”
Nodding my head against his chest, I smiled. How could he be so perfect?
“Have you stripped before?” The question was almost growled.
Okay, I knew that would be his first line of questioning. When I saw him earlier at the club, I could tell how seeing me up there on the stage gutted him.
“No, and I promise you, I was not taking off my clothes. Deck, you must believe that. I told Shifty that was my solid stipulation.”
I felt his arms give me a gentle squeeze and his body relax.
“I believe you, Sweetness. I do.” His gently whispered words settled me instantly. “How did you come to know about that fucker Shifty?”
“His niece was one of my dance students at my old job. She was good, and believe it or not, he is a great uncle to her. Once, at a recital, he mentioned what he did and asked me to dance for him. I was so repulsed, I told him to go to hell, but I remembered the name of his club and how much he told me I could earn.”
I knew Deck was taking it easy on me, but the ultimate question needed to be answered. Putting my big girl pants on, I decided just to go for it, but I needed to see his eyes as I told him the rest. I wanted him to see my truth. So, licking my dry lips, I pushed up on Deck’s chest until we were face-to-face.
His arms instantly wrapped me in his warmth, giving me the support I needed to go on. His hands slowly stroked my back, soothing me.
“I owe my family money. A lot of money according to them, and now the courts, since they sued me eighteen months ago for damages, I apparently caused to one of their buildings.”
Deck visibly baulked. “Your own family sued you?”
“Yeah. How’s that for family relations?” My shaky laugh and attempt at humour didn’t please my rugged soldier.
His eyes narrowing and the tilt of his head urged me to continue. “The scars?” he asked.
I could feel the larger one. I always felt it. I didn’t like talking about what happened that night, but Deck made it all right. I felt safe with him. The memories weren’t nearly as bad as they used to feel, so taking in a cleansing breath, I told him.
“Yeah, there was a fire in the building my grandmother had given me to use as a ballet studio. I got all the students out, but after checking to make sure no one else was left in the building, my way out was compromised by the fire. So I broke a glass door out the back of the main dance studio. As I got through, I cut myself several times.”
“So you get injured, and they blame you and sue you for the damage to your own fucking building? Fuck, Charlie.” His voice was rough with anger.
“My career had all but finished professionally. Because of injuries to my knees and being so tall, I didn’t get picked for too many lead parts since the men in my company didn’t like to pick up and dance with someone as tall as me. I also think my mother somehow had something to do with the company turning their back on me.”
Hmm. His hands roamed all over my back, down over my bottom, and up again to my shoulders, my neck, and my hair—not a place missed with his caresses.
“How?” His eyes watched my face intently. A smirk graced his handsome face when a moan escaped my mouth.
Darn, his hands were driving me crazy. I gave him a mock glare and shrugged my shoulders. “They were the main beneficiaries for the company. A company depends mainly on rich people and donations to keep them going.”
“So your family is rich, but you obviously don’t have any claim to their money.” It wasn’t a question. Deck was a smart man, and I knew he was putting everything together. Booth
had mentioned during the ride back to the compound that they had been to my apartment. He’d obviously seen how I lived. It didn’t matter to me that Deck had seen my meagre possessions and tiny place. I was more concerned about Winnie. She needed to be fed and played with.
“Winnie. Deck, I have to get back to Winnie.” Pushing up, I attempted to untangle myself from Deck’s gorgeous, strong arms.
“Calm down, baby. Everything is under control. Seb, Squid, and Darth have been to your place, and they picked up Winnie. They also gathered her shit and your shit up, and it’s all probably in my room as we speak.”
“What are you saying? How can you just do that? You have no right.” I was indignant. Who did that? All these years I had been just fine without anyone helping or taking over my life, and I would be damned if I was going to let someone else just start making decisions for me. My parents had done that for most of my life until Granny stepped in and gave me a way out.
I pushed at his chest really hard this time, trying to get loose, but his arms were just too tightly wrapped around me. His eyes were an impossibly deep dark blue, but unlike before, it wasn’t passion. He was angry.
“You did. You gave me the right the minute your lips met mine for the first time.” He growled as he flipped me, and suddenly, I was underneath him. “Now it’s my turn to speak.”
18
DECK
I was torn between kissing her sassy mouth and spanking her arse until it was a pretty red colour.
Since meeting the woman, I had controlled my inner caveman. But I was over that now. Now my woman was going to find out that her man was exactly that. Her man. Her protector. Her fucking rock. There would be no more doing shit on her own. Her family? Bring them the fuck on. They may have money, but I had my entire fucking club behind me. And now, so did Charlie. I understood her need for independence, but there was no need to be alone, as well. No need when I wanted to be there—Shiloh and me.
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