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I might not have been expecting sex tonight, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been absolutely fucking desperate to have this man inside me again since the moment he walked out my door on Thursday night.
He steps closer to me, right up in my space, and ducks his head. For a second, I think he’s going to kiss me and I’m torn between excitement and dread. But he doesn’t make a move for my lips, he just stares into my eyes, his gaze full of fire and dominance. “I thought I told you to get on the bed? Or am I going to have to throw you on there myself and give your ass a spanking until you remember to do what I ask?”
I smirk at him. “I don’t think I’d mind that.”
The challenge leaves his eyes and suddenly Mr Nice Guy is back as he lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head wryly. “Just get on the fucking bed, Tanner.”
Figuring the sooner I comply, the sooner he’ll be inside me, I don’t bother putting up any more of a challenge. The only reason I delayed in the first place was because I was too caught up staring at his cock, so it’s really his fault.
I get into position on the bed, feeling a little exposed with my ass just hanging out in the air like this, but I did ask for less intimacy so I can hardly complain now. “I’m not prepped,” I warn him. “I really wasn’t expecting this.”
“Good,” he says, his voice bordering on a growl. “That’s my job. It was handy the other night, but I don’t want to come here again and find you already stretched out.” His hand lands on my ass, sliding gently over my left cheek before his fingers tease my crease, prompting me to gasp. “I liked hearing you moaning like a slut while I fucked you with my fingers. I don’t want to miss that again. Got it?”
I nod. I’m already denying him so much of what he needs, I can give him this one simple thing. “Got it.”
“Good.”
My brain is starting to fritz from the sensation of his fingers teasing my crease. I’m so fucking sensitive in that part of my body, even this light touch is driving me crazy. “Lube and condoms in the nightstand drawer,” I tell him before my mind completely fogs over.
“I’ll get to that,” he murmurs. “But first thing’s first. You remember your safe word?”
“Yeah.”
“Tell me.”
“Vikings.” In my bewildered and horny state the other night, my brain clearly just reached for something that’s been on my mind lately. The book I’m reading at the moment is a history of Vikings and their influence in Europe. I’m sure if it’d been a month ago the word would have been “Churchill.” I doubt Deacon would have found that as sexy.
“Good,” Deacon says. “Don’t hesitate to use it if you need to.”
I’m curious to know why he thinks I might need it, because I thought we’d set out some pretty clear boundaries in regards to what I’m comfortable with the other night. Maybe he’s just being cautious…
Now that he’s confirmed that I remember the safe word, I’m expecting to hear him rummaging in my nightstand drawer. But I don’t. Instead, I feel him take a firm grip of my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. And then something hot, and wet, and incredible slides over my crease and around my hole, and I almost collapse onto the bed from the shock and the intensity of the sudden pleasure.
He’s licking my hole; swirling around the rim and thrusting inside. And it feels so fucking good I can’t even be freaked out by the fact that he has his mouth…there.My mind is blank. All I know is pleasure; intoxicating, all-consuming pleasure.
I’m vaguely aware that pathetic little whimpers and moans are falling from my lips, but I can’t bring myself to care. Deacon is fucking me with his tongue, and I’m powerless against the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure.
Am I pushing my ass back against his mouth? Fuck, I didn’t even realize I was doing that. My limbs are trembling so badly they can barely hold me up, and yet I can still shove my ass into Deacon’s face like a greedy, desperate slut.
I finally get a reprieve when he pulls away, but it’s only to replace his tongue with his fingers, thrusting two of them in deep and causing me to let out a strangled groan.
“Fucking hell, Tanner, the noises you make. I swear, I could eat this ass for hours if you’re going to keep begging like that.”
I was begging? My mind’s such a scramble, I can’t even remember. But I probably shouldn’t be surprised considering the way my body has been responding—why shouldn’t my mouth lose control as well?
“Deacon…shit…Deacon…” I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. I don’t know what I want. I’m desperate to have his tongue back inside me, even though it’ll probably be the end of me; I’m not sure how much more of that intense, overwhelming pleasure I can take, but I’m greedy for it anyway.
But I’m also desperate for Deacon’s cock. I want him buried deep inside me and fucking me hard. It’ll be a different kind of pleasure, but one I’m not less greedy for.
“What do you want, babe?” he asks, his fingers twisting inside me and making me moan. “I could give you my tongue again if you want? I can eat this hole until you’ve collapsed on the bed in a puddle of your own cum. Or would you prefer my cock? That’s what you usually want, isn’t it? My dick buried deep inside you?” There’s no challenge in his tone. It’s just a question. “Or I could put you on your back and swallow that gorgeous cock again,” he suggests. “It must be getting pretty painful by now.”
I let out a pathetic little whimper, because yes, my cock is fucking aching, and I can’t even lift a hand to attend to it because if I move a single finger I’m going to collapse.
“So, what’ll it be?” Deacon presses.
“I don’t…I can’t…” I can barely even manage to think let alone talk.
“You can’t what?” he asks, a note of concern in his tone.
