“Solene,” he growled. “Wait, I—” His breath caught when she teased the other side of his chest, then slid her hand down his belly, under his jeans and underwear, caressing the tip of his slick cock.
He pumped into her, cupping her head to his chest as she took advantage of his weakness—his inability to stop her.
Before he knew it, his jeans had parted, her hand was around his bare cock, and she’d leaned back to watch him as she jerked him off.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, so close it was embarrassing. Or it would have been if he could feel anything but desire.
“Do it.”
“All over your hand,” he panted, pumping into sheer heaven. Her hand was slick from his arousal, and he had little stamina left. So fucking hard and hurting.
“Better yet in my mouth,” she whispered and licked her lips. So naughty, a fantasy madereal.He lost it.
Deacon gasped her name as he made a mess of her hand and, hell, her shirt. He’d been pent up, but God, she’d destroyed him. He continued to pump until he had nothing left to give.
After she’d milked him dry, she wiped her hand over his belly. Solene crooked her finger, and when he could focus, he obeyed, leaning toward her.
She kissed him with soft but firm lips before pushing him back with the hand that had held him so intimately.
“Now if I hated men, would I have done that?”
She blew him a kiss and sauntered away.
Deacon could only stand there, his dick hanging out, his mouth open, and watch her leave.
Solene madeit to her bedroom and closed the door behind her before giving in to her trembling knees and sinking to the floor. She wanted him inside her so much she would havebeggedhim to take her if she’d stayed a moment longer. She had no doubt that even after the sexiest orgasm she’d ever seen, the man would be raring to go with little provocation.
Sweet Jesus, but he washuge. Thick and long and sexy as sin in her hand. So much for wanting another kiss. First his lips, then the definition of his chest. All that hard muscle, so much strength. He’d tasted fine, of man and power. But to see him so sensitive to her touch, learning more about him through taste and scent, she’d been seduced with little effort.
Hell, she’d seduced herself, drunk on his kiss.
She’d been helpless to stop herself from reaching for that thick, hard part of him shoving against her belly. But holding him, seeing him, had done her completely in. Solene wasn’t normally attracted to every body part on a man. Chest and arms, thighs, sure. She’d never considered herself an ass girl and she could do without the many dick-pics she’d unfortunately received over the years. Deacon, though, was a work of art.
She’d loved seeing him come. Could watch that over and over again if she was lucky enough to get a recording.
Unfortunately, she didn’t think Deacon would go for that. And now she had no one to blame but herself that she was horny, uncomfortable in her wet panties, and needing sex like she needed breath.
Maybe a cold shower? No way would she touch herself after having done the same to him. With her luck, he’d catch her doing it. Or he’d somehow know. Better to maintain the appearance that she had power over him. She’d brought him to orgasm then walked away. Yep. She was in control.
Or so she kept telling herself as she locked herself in her bathroom and undressed, her body sensitive to the slightest brush.
Solene stood under the cold water for about two seconds, then turned it hot, doing her best to wash away her troubles and desire with soap and water. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the tile, trying to relax, unable to stop seeing Deacon’s climax in her mind’s eye.
When the glass door to the shower opened, she shrieked.
“The hell you get me off then just leave.”
“Deacon?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath.
Deacon walked in, wearing only his jeans, and pushed her so that her back was against the cold tile.
“You’re getting all wet,” she said dumbly. “And I’m naked.”
His face set in a hard mask, he just stared at her. Then, before she could guess his intent, he dropped to his knees, spread her legs wide, and—
“Oh my God.” She gripped his shoulders to keep from falling, her body splintering in sensation. His lips, that tongue… He drew her into his mouth as if devouring her, and then his fingers were there. Filling her, pumping in and out as he took her higher.
He moaned against her clit, his finger deep inside her. Then he slid a digit toward her ass, playing with the entrance. He nipped her sex and slid his tongue over her as that middle finger pushed deeper.
