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He lets out a groan when I trap him between the mounds, and then he starts to move.
The sensation isn’t unpleasant, but it doesn’t satisfy the ache between my legs. The view on the other hand… I can’t really appreciate his body when he’s buried inside me, hovering just overhead as the thrusts. So watching the crown of Deacon’s cock poke out from between my tits as his stomach ripples with the movement is an unfamiliar, and unexpectedly satisfying view.
Eyes heated, chest heaving, he fucks my breasts like he would my pussy, sliding his dick forward until he can go no further, rocking back without ever fully retreating from my body.
“Holy shit, Tiff…” I lick my lips and open my mouth, more to fill my lungs with air than anything, but that’s not how Deacon sees it. “You want my cock in that pretty little mouth? Open up.”
Fully on board with that idea, I do as he says. Deacon grips the headboard with one hand and increases the pace of his thrusts, bringing his swollen head close enough for me to lick the tip. With the other hand he finds my clit and rubs it in firm circles, which sends my hips bucking in time with his.
“Damn, this is a wicked sight. My dick trapped between your tits, that hot tongue teasing my crown. Play with your nipples, Tiff. Send yourself over the edge.”
Whimpering around the cock that slides over my tongue, I pinch my nipples between my fingers, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. Almost as if he expected that, Deacon rubs faster. “That’s it, Naughty Girl. Come for me.”
My body starts to shake as the orgasm ripples through me, causing me to put more pressure on my breasts as I cry out. Deacon must feel it, pumping his thick cock between my tits in rapid, shallow thrusts, keeping it out of reach of my mouth so his cum spills over my chest instead of my lips. Only this time, instead of cleaning me up like he has before, he smears it into my skin.
“What’s that for?” My breathless whisper causes him to pause, just for a second.
“Felt like it.” He lifts a shoulder and resumes his efforts.
“You felt like rubbing your jizz all over me? Are you marking your territory?” I can’t be sure, but I think I actually snort.
“What if I am?”
The coy smirk on my face starts to fade as I consider his words. Marking implies possession, and he’s never indicated he wants that. The opposite in fact.
“That’s hardly necessary. You’re the one who’s going on a fake mission to pick up a girl.”
“And you’re the girl wearing my cum.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I’m not gonna fuck anyone else. Whatever rumors you’re gonna hear about me are just that. I won’t get in any bed but yours.”
It’s not a declaration of love, but I have a feeling it’s Deacon’s way of saying he’s mine. Not just that he’ll be faithful to our arrangement, but thathe’s mine. And it gives me hope that one day that will be true even when we aren’t behind closed doors.
“I’ll be waiting.” I reach my hand behind his neck and pull him forward until his mouth reaches mine. And then I watch him slip out into the night.
Chapter 25
Deacon
Thebrunette’shairswaysbehind her shoulders as she tosses her head back, laughing at something her friend said. The throaty sound draws my attention, but it’s the shiny dark locks, the porcelain skin, and a chest that’s on the larger side that holds it. Not because I’m interested, but because she’s the type people would expect me to chase.
Tossing back the last of my drink I make my way toward her and put a cocky grin on my face. “Now that’s a pretty sound.” My deep voice causes her to hold her breath as she twists to face me. “I guess that makes your signature drink a Screaming Orgasm.”
“Are you saying you can make me scream?” She gives me a critical once over.
“I’m saying you could make me scream.” The words taste bitter in my mouth, but they get her talking, just like I intended.
“What are you basing that theory on?” The corner of her lip curls into an amused smile.
I lean close to her ear, so only she can hear me. “I figure if I hear that sultry little laugh while I’m buried deep inside you, I just might wake the neighbors.” It takes all my willpower to say that without cringing—no wonder I’ve got a reputation as the guy you don’t take seriously—but once again the crude words get the desired reaction.
“Normally, I wouldn’t fall for a line like that.” Her eyes rake over me with unrestrained heat. “Although, you actually seem like you could back that statement up.”
“Now we’re on the same page. So, would you like a Screaming Orgasm, or should I buy you something else to drink?”
She asks for a Cosmo, and we flirt shamelessly while she drinks it. It makes me feel sick.
