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I turn and rest my forehead against my bedroom wall, breathing through the tension that’s gripping my body. Tension from the exhausting day and that overwhelming conversation with Piper; and tension from the lust now coursing through me. I’m hard as fuck, and I know my dildos aren’t going to cut it tonight. I need Deacon.
But he doesn’t want me…
“Fuck,”I groan, reaching a hand down to rub over my dick through the fabric of my pants. I need to convince him to be my stress ball. It’s a fucking shit thing to ask, especially when he made it clear that he doesn’t do casual sex. But I can’t think of any other solution. For whatever reason, I’ve fixated on him and until I can get over whatever the fuck this weird obsession is, no other guy is going to work for me.
I grab my phone from my pocket and shift back around to lean against the wall. I pull up Deacon’s number, glad that I had the forethought to save it when they emailed us the school contact information a couple months ago. Admittedly, I didn’t imagine I’d be contacting him begging for sex, but here we are.
My brain catches as I read his surname. Did I know it was Stapleton? I don’t think so. I’ve only ever known him as Deacon. I give a sharp shake of my head and push the gnawing thought aside—there is no way this nice, sweet kindergarten teacher is in anyway related to the asshole trying to take my company.
Me:Should I send you that $50k via check like you asked?
Deacon Stapleton:Tanner?
Me:The one and only
Deacon Stapleton:What are you talking about?
I let out a snort of laughter. If he guessed who it was based off the first text, it’s pretty clear he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
Me:You only got half your money’s worth last week. So do you want a check for the other half? Or do you want to come to my penthouse tonight and get your payment in person?
Me:And by in person I mean your cock in my ass
Deacon Stapleton:We already talked about this…it’s not a good idea
Me:I’d like to reopen discussions
Me:Like I want your cock to reopen my ass
Fuck, I can’t believe I’m typing this shit. If he took this to the press I’d be a laughing stock. But I really don’t give a shit right now. Even just texting with him is helping me to relax and unwind—a pleasant distraction, I guess.
Deacon Stapleton:Fucking hell Tanner
Me:Are you saying you don’t want to?
Deacon Stapleton:I’m saying it’s not a good idea
Me:Because you’re Mr Nice Guy who doesn’t break the rules??
Deacon Stapleton:God you make me sound like such a square
I can’t help grinning at the text. He’s kind of adorable, which is a really strange thought to have about a guy I only want for his dick. Better than him being an asshole, I guess. Well, except for when he’s buried inside me and turns into a domineering alpha with a filthy mouth. That was hot as fuck.
Me:Only when you’re being all rule-following and “appropriate”
Me:Not when you’re pounding away inside me and spewing filthy shit in my ear
Me:Or when you’re on your knees choking on my dick
Deacon Stapleton:Fucking hell. I’m out with friends, if I come in my jeans at the table there’s going to be questions??
I let out a soft chuckle, feeling my cock throb. As amusing as it is, the mental image of Deacon out at a bar somewhere, squirming in his seat and blushing furiously as he tries to hide his boner is also incredibly hot. Way hotter than I would have thought.
With my own erection now aching, I duck into the bathroom and retrieve the new bottle of lube I picked up today.
I’m still hoping Deacon will agree to meet me tonight—with Kit planning to stay over anyway, it’s the perfect opportunity to duck out—but even if I can convince him, there’s no way I can hold out that long.
This is new territory for me; I’ve never sexted with a guy before. I know it’s the thought of Deacon fucking me again that has me so worked up, but it’s still a little strange.
