Page 12 of Mr Nice Guy


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I shift on my seat, any hopes of my hard-on deflating going out the window. “Okay, you really need to stop talking now.”

He offers a wry smirk. “Sorry. I’m beinginappropriate, aren’t I?”

I nod and take another sip of my whiskey. “Just a bit.”

He leans a little closer and I get a whiff of his incredible scent. Jesus Christ—is there anything about this man thatdoesn’tsend blood straight to my cock? “Do you always follow the rules, Deacon?”

I bite my lip, swallowing hard as I once again attempt not to drown in his gaze. “Pretty much.”

“Is there a specific rule that says you’re not allowed to fuck me?” he asks, one eyebrow quirked.

“Umm…I don’t think so.” My brain has officially stopped working; it’s a miracle I can even form words.

“And do you want to fuck me?” he presses, eyes glimmering.

“I—”

He moves his hand to my thigh, rubbing it up my leg in a way that makes me shiver. “Because Ireallywant you to.”

I know there’s supposed to be a reason for me to say no to this, but for the life of me I can’t remember what it is. I mean, when the most beautiful man in the world asks you to fuck him, you just do it—right?

I drain the remaining swallow of my drink and slide off my chair. “Okay. Come on, let’s go.”

“Go?”

I arch a brow at him. “My place—I thought you wanted to be fucked?”

For a mortifying second I worry that in my lust-filled stupor I’ve somehow misconstrued or imagined the whole conversation we just had, but then a bright grin breaks across Tanner’s face and he gets to his feet as well. “Lead the way.”

CHAPTER6

TANNER

The moment I saw Deacon Stapleton at that bar tonight, I knew no one else was going to cut it. Yeah, he’s right. It’s inappropriate as hell for me to be getting in any way involved with my daughter’s teacher, but the rational part of my brain is on hiatus for the moment. All I care about is getting naked and getting him inside me.

Thankfully, his apartment is only a few minutes walk from the bar, and once we get to his bedroom it’s game on.

“Fuck, I need this off,” Deacon groans, slamming me into his bedroom wall and tugging at my sweater.

I help him tug my sweater off, smiling as I see his eyes widen at the sight of my inked right shoulder and chest.

“Holy shit. Just when I thought you couldn’t get hotter…”

“And you haven’t even seen my cock yet,” I say with a smirk. I know I sound like an arrogant bastard, but, come on, having a guy half my age ogle my body with this kind of heat in his eyes is making it difficult to keep the ego in check.

He grins and drops to his knees. “Well, that’s about to change.” He deftly unfastens my jeans and shoves them and my boxer briefs down my thighs, letting my hard, pulsing cock spring free. “Hello, beautiful,”he murmurs with a playful smirk as he wraps his hand around the shaft and gives a couple of lazy strokes that cause my eyes to fall closed with bliss.

Then I feel Deacon’s mouth close around the head and can’t stop myself from letting out a groan of pleasure.

He sucks and licks and swallows me down with an eagerness that makes me think he’s been wanting to do this for a while.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You keep sucking me like that and I’m going to come.”

He pulls away from my dick and looks up at me, the corner of his mouth lifting up. “You make that sound like a bad thing.”

Not bad, necessarily. I don’t usually let guys suck me off, but I definitely wouldn’t mind making Deacon choke on my cum. Or maybe seeing his pretty face covered with it. That’s not what led me to come home with him tonight, though. It’s not what I need. “You’re supposed to be fucking me, remember?”

“Right.” He spares one last, longing glance for my cock before getting to his feet. “Get naked and get on the bed.”

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