Being good isn’t always easy. No matter how hard I try.
But as Deacon continued to stare at me like a predator would with its prey, I wanted nothing more than to be consumed. Without a word, Deacon’s thumb inched slowly over my bottom lip. Acting on its own volition, my tongue snaked out to flick against his skin. Deacon’s dark eyes flared before he ducked his head and crushed his lips to mine. The force took me off guard, and I staggered back. His strong arms caught me beforedragging me closer to him. Just as I had imagined, he knew what he was doing when it came to kissing.
Deacon’s tongue plunged into my mouth as his fingers came to tangle through the strands of my hair. When he tugged them, I moaned into his mouth, enjoying the sting of pain. My hands slid up his back to grip the tops of his shoulders for dear life. His lips, along with the strength of his body and feel of his fingers, had the ability to liquefy my bones and muscles. At any moment, I expected to melt down his body and collapse into a puddle in the floor.
When he finally tore his mouth from mine, both of our chests heaved. He gazed down at me with hooded eyes. “What do you want from me, Alexandra?”
“I want you to fuck me.” Instantly warmth flooded my cheeks. I’d never been this brazen or direct with a man before. Deacon’s domineering presence had the ability to bring out a part of me I didn’t know existed. Even if it ruined everything between us, everything for Willow, I still wanted him to consume me.
With a groan, his hands slid down my back to cup my buttocks. Pressing me forward, he ground the hardened bulge in his jeans against me. I gasped at the friction the contact caused. “Please, Deacon.”
Bending me back, he kissed down my neck, his tongue swirling on my skin. I shivered.
Crashing back against the mirrored wall, I gasped in both pleasure and pain. Deacon didn’t apologize. Instead, his hands came to roughly palm my breasts beneath my shirt. Within seconds, he had the buttons undone and was jerking down the cups of my bra. At the feel of his scorching hot mouth on my nipple, I moaned and closed my eyes. As he pinched the other between his fingers, I began to rub my pelvis against him,desperate for friction to ease the ache. “What do you need, babe?” Deacon questioned in a gravelly voice.
“You. I need you,” I whimpered.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
I gave a shake of my head, as warmth filled my cheeks. Dirty talk usually embarrassed me, so I couldn’t imagine saying what Deacon wanted me to.
With his eyes on mine, Deacon snaked a hand underneath my skirt. When one of his fingers skimmed the outside of my panties, I bucked my hips against him only to have him pull away. Frustration filled me. His breath scorched against my earlobe as he repeated, “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Please, Deacon.”
“Please, Deacon, what?” He pulled his head up to pin me with his gaze. “Please kiss me? Please suck my nipples? Please finger fuck my pussy so I can come?
Wanting to resist saying such horrible things, I clamped my teeth down on my lip. But then as the seconds ticked agonizingly by, the desire grew too great. “Please finger me,” I whispered.
A triumphant grin stretched across his face. “What did you say?”
“I said to finger me,” I repeated a little louder.
“Finger you where?”
“You know where!” I snapped.
“Say it, Alex.”
Grabbing both sides of his face, I shouted, “Finger my pussy, Deacon! Finger me until I’m so wet it’s dripping down my thighs! Finger me until I come, my walls clamping around you!”
His eyes widened as the amusement from teasing me faded from them. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, as he shook his head at me. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” And then he pushed inside my panties and thankfully thrust two fingersinside me. We both groaned at the contact. I rocked my hips against his fingers. Just as I started building toward the edge, he pulled his hand away.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged.
“Don’t worry, babe. I want you to finish around my tongue.”
Kneeling in front of me, Deacon’s hands disappeared underneath my skirt. His rough fingers came to grip the elastic band of my thong before he jerked and tugged it down my thighs. After lifting my left foot, he widened my legs before placing my calf on his shoulder. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he ducked his head, burying his face in my pussy. “Deacon!” I hissed.
At the first drag of his tongue across my clit, I cried out, clawing at the strands of his dark hair. My hips rocked forward as his assault with his tongue continued down the lips of my labia. One hand came to grip my skirt, pushing it up to my hips. Glancing down, I now had a fabulous view of him as he licked and sucked. When my gaze met his, I couldn’t bring myself to look away.
But as I grew closer and closer to coming, my eyelids fluttered shut, and I threw my head back against the mirrored wall. I gripped Deacon’s hair tighter, working my hips faster against his tongue.
“Deacon, Miss Alex?” Willow’s voice called from the top of the stairs.
At the sound of his daughter’s voice, Deacon froze, his face still buried between my legs. My chest heaved as I tried catching my breath. I desperately needed for him to keep going—I needed to explode around his tongue.
“Y-Yes?” I finally stammered.
