Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
ANDY
The drive back to Loganville is filled with light conversation. Declan put up the privacy divider between David and us, and we spent the entire hour drive cuddling close, sharing facts about each other.
I learned that his favorite toy as a child was a red race car he got from one of his mother's boyfriends. I told him mine was a baby doll my grandpa had bought one day when we'd gone to the store together.
He asked what my favorite memory of my grandpa was, and I told him it was shaving with him every night. I'd been such a grandpa's girl that I always had to be around him, including when he shaved. I'd sit outside the bathroom door while he showered, and once he was done and dressed, he'd let me in. Every night, he'd set me on the counter, put shaving cream on my face, then give me a Q-Tip to shave with while he stood beside me shaving with his blue razor.
My grandma was never happy when she entered the bathroom to find the trash can full of Q-Tips, but it was mine and his routine.
When I asked Declan what his favorite childhood memory was, he said it was when his mother took him for ice cream. She left him the same day. He said that, before she left, he felt so damn excited and special to be out with his mom. Just the two of them.
He asked if I ever had any pets, and I shared that in elementary school, I had a brown hamster named Baby Boy and a black lab puppy named Macy. When he asked what happened, I told him. Baby Boy died in his cage somehow, and Macy ran away one day when the door was left open. We also had a massive fish tank full of goldfish because I once won one from the carnival one year. After that, I'd told my grandma I wanted more, and the next thing I knew, I had an entire tank and several more fish that we picked out together from Wal-Mart.
Eventually, I got tired of them, so she gave them to the neighbor with a son who had been wanting goldfish.
Besides, they weren't considered pets anyway.
Declan admitted he'd never been to a carnival, so I told him about the carnival that comes to town every year and promised to take him to the next one.
I loved how he held my hand and listened when I spoke. He absorbed every word as if he were engraving my words on his brain so he'd never forget a conversation.
I felt seen and heard for the first time in my adult life. He truly cared about what I had to say, which meant everything to me. I rarely get to converse with someone who cares about the words that leave my mouth.
When we reach my apartment, I realize the drive went by in the blink of an eye, and I don't want to say goodbye. I'm not ready to say goodnight and end the most incredible night of my life, my first date.
Undoing my seatbelt, I turn to look at the man next to me. "Want to come up? The night doesn't have to end." One look in his dark eyes tells me we both know what's on our minds and what the invitation insinuates.
Asking him if he wants to come inside is the nicer way of saying, Hey, want to fold me into a pretzel and fuck me ten ways til Sunday? Still, I'm sure he's aware of what I'm offering.
For the first time since giving birth, I want to allow a man inside of my body. I want to share that part of myself, and he's the one I want to share it with. I've been horny for too fucking long, and I'm ready to submit and cry out his name.
Declan's eyes darken as he stares at me, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. "Let's go," he says. I climb out of the car while he tells David to go home.
He climbs out, holding the bags of our sushi leftovers. With one hand on the small of my back, he guides me toward the stairs as the SUV pulls out of the parking lot. The taillights fade into the distance as David leaves.
Once we enter my apartment, I toss my purse on the couch and lock the door behind us. Declan takes his shoes off before entering the kitchen and placing our food in the fridge, returning to me within seconds.
"Someone is eager to spend more time with me." I smirk, my back against the door as I watch him stalk toward me with dark, hungry eyes full of desire.
"You have no fucking idea." He growls, caging me in by placing a hand on either side of my head. "If you didn't invite me up here for what I think you did, then tell me right now."
"I thought we could play a board game. Maybe put together a puzzle," I tease, shrugging innocently.
He groans, his forehead resting against mine as his breath fans across my lips. "You drive me fucking crazy." He presses his hips into mine, allowing me to feel the hardness growing in his pants.
Holy fuck.
"You have five seconds to change your mind, mama. Tell me now," he commands, his voice strained as he uses all his willpower to hold himself back.
"Five." He begins counting down. "Four… Three…”
"One," I whisper, tilting my head up and pressing my lips to his; at the same time, he collides against me, his hands going into my hair and tugging at the roots, keeping my head firmly in place and slightly tilted as he devours my mouth.
God. If he fucks as good as he kisses, then I'm a goner.
My hands grip his hips, curling into fists as I bring his body closer to mine, desperate to feel him all over my aching body.
His lips devour mine, and his tongue dominates my mouth as he massages it against mine, tasting every inch of my mouth. I groan against his lips, my skin heating with the sensation as lust consumes me, my pussy weeping for him.
Declan's hands slip down from my hair to my ass, grabbing a handful of each cheek as he drags my body as close to his as he can get, closing any lingering gaps of space between us.
"Andy," he rasps against my lips, pulling his head away until he's looking into my eyes. "Are you sure about this? I'm not a good man, and I may corrupt you." He presses a wet, needy kiss against my lips, leaving me breathless, panting against the wall like a bitch in heat. "You are too fucking good for me. If you allow me inside of you, I'm going to suck the life out of you." He warns, his tone ominous. He's given me plenty of warnings that he is not the man for me or even a good one. Yet, I want nothing more than to allow him inside of my body.
Right now, there's nothing he'd be able to say that would be able to stop me from taking the next step with him. A step that I know I'll never regret.
No matter what happens between us, I'll never regret the time we've spent together—the time we've spent sharing secrets over text and getting to know each other. He may break my heart someday, but I'll never regret him.
I'd willingly cut my heart out and hand it to him if it meant getting another moment with him.
"Shut up and take me. You have my consent to do whatever you want to do. Fuck me, destroy my life, ruin me for any other man." One day I know these words will come back to bite me, but it's too easy to give in when you're thinking with your vagina rather than your head.
I'd hand over every dollar in my wallet right now if he wanted it. It wouldn't be much, but I'm too turned on to reason or deny him anything.
Declan's hands trail down past my round ass to the backs of my thighs, bunching the fabric of my dress in his hands until he has it around my waist and my legs are exposed. His fingertips firmly grip my bare skin as he lifts me, making me gasp in surprise.
"Declan! Put me down. I'm too heavy," I protest, pushing his shoulders to get free from him. His mouth takes mine in a savage kiss, his tongue lapping against mine, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist as the dark fabric of my dress pools around my waist, revealing my ass to the cool air.
Goosebumps rise on my skin, my heated pussy pressed against his stomach as he holds me firmly in his arms, confidently walking toward my bedroom, all while never breaking our kiss.
He lies me down in the middle of my king-sized bed, my legs unwrapping from him, as I lie there on my back staring up at him with parted lips, practically panting from how wound up my body is with desire for him.
His eyes never leave mine as he stands before me, tattooed fingers slowly unbuttoning and removing his clothing. Once he's bare before me, I prop myself up on my elbows to stare at his magnificent body, eyes drinking in every single inch of his skin, committing him to memory in case this is all a cruel dream that I'll be waking up from.
"You are so goddamn beautiful. I don't feel worthy of having the honor to look at you," he says, eyes drinking me in despite the fact I'm still dressed.
I've never been completely naked in front of a man before. I've always kept a shirt on, too insecure and uncomfortable to allow my belly to show or reveal my breasts that aren't as perky as I wish they were. They're heavy double D's, and without a bra, they hang a little lower. Don't get me wrong, they're not grandma-level saggy, but I have a child, so of course, they're not going to be as high as they were prior to having a baby.
Declan makes me want to bear myself to him despite my past and insecurities. I want to show him my body because that dark look in his eyes tells me he'd worship me.
The mattress dips beneath his weight as he places a knee on the bed, slowly unbuckling the black strap around my ankles from my heels. Once he has my shoes off, he tosses them across the room with a thud. His calloused hands roam up my skin, grabbing hold of my red thong and pulling it down my legs, tossing it onto the bed beside my head.
His eyes focus between my legs, on my very wet pussy that is no doubt glistening with my arousal. I've never been so turned on in my life. My eyes follow his movements as he undresses, my body humming with the need for him, desperate to have him fill me up with the hard cock bobbing between his muscular thighs.
"You have two seconds to take this dress off, or I'm ripping it," he says, his expression stoic. Surely, he wouldn't tear my dress.
When I don't make an attempt to move, he grabs the hem and balls it into his fists, "Okay! Wait! Fuck, don't destroy it." I quickly climb to my knees, turning to give him my back so he can unzip it.
Declan slides the zipper down my back, cold fingertips tracing over my heated skin, causing goosebumps and a rush of coolness. Sliding the dress off my arms, I quickly undo my bra and toss it across the room, turning to face him.
With my chin high, I shove the dress down my hips, exposing my less-than-perfect body to the God in front of me.
Where I am soft and have rolls and stretch marks, Declan is sculpted with perfectly chiseled abs and a sharp jawline. Mine is soft and sometimes hidden thanks to the double chin that appears at certain angles.
His eyes roam freely over my bare skin, the dark, lustful gaze making me feel absolutely fucking powerful.
For the first time, I don't want to hide. Not when he's looking at me the way he is. Like I'm the only woman in the world to him.
It doesn't matter that I'm not his usual type because right now, he's mine. He's here looking at me with dark eyes full of hunger only I can satisfy.
Declan climbs onto the bed, mimicking my position of standing on my knees. His rough, calloused fingers press against my heated skin, roaming down to my backside where he grabs my ass cheeks in each hand, forcing my body closer toward him with a rough yank.
"I want to fucking devour you, but that'll have to wait. I need to get my dick in you right the fuck now."
Our lips connect, and then suddenly, we're becoming a mix of limbs and frenzied kisses, unable to keep our hands off each other. My dress is removed, thrown across the room, then he's between my spread legs, his hard cock rubbing against my aching core with each grind of our hips. He's teasing me, denying me what I need.
He pulls away from my lips, looking down at me from where he lies above me, forearms on either side of my head. "Are you ready to become mine?"
I'm so delirious, desperate for him to fill me, that I nod frantically, unsure of what I'm agreeing to.
He buries his face in my neck, lips pressing against my skin. "I'm going to make you a filthy girl," he mumbles. "I'm going to fucking ruin you," he warns in a whisper so low I almost miss it.
Pulling back, he grabs my hips and sits back on his heels as he lines his cock up with my entrance and presses his crown against me.
"Count the inches. Let's see how much your greedy little pussy can take." His eyes fixated on my core as he slowly moves his hips forward, his hard length pushing through my tightness. Thank fuck I'm wet enough for him.
My lips part, hands fisting the sheets beside me as he stretches me, forcing his massive cock inside of my body.
"Count," he demands, his voice strained.
Usually, I'd refuse to stroke his ego, but he feels too fucking good that I don't have it in me to argue. So, I give him what he wants.
"One… two… three…" His expression is pinched as he forces himself to hold back as he watches his cock disappear inside my body.
With another rough shift of his hips, he fills me all at once, forcing a gasp from my throat. "Ten," he says in a loud moan, moving his body above mine, taking my lips in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless and dizzy.
My pussy clenches around him, squeezing his length as I adjust to the intrusion of him inside of me. It's been years since I've had more than my own fingers.
Unexpectedly, he pulls out, causing me to whine at the loss of him, but it's not for long because a moment later, he's thrusting forward, filling me to the hilt and setting a rough, punishing pace, barely allowing me time to adjust.
Pretty sure my eyes roll so far into the back of my head that I spot my brain.
My lips part, and loud, uncontrollable moans seem to fly out of my mouth, my knuckles white from the tight grip on the sheets.
"Fuck!" He groans, his breathing heavy and uneven. "You're so fucking tight. Feels so damn good." His lips connect with mine as he takes advantage of my parted lips, and he shoves his tongue into my mouth, massaging it against mine.
He swallows my cries of pleasure, taking every moan and cry I have to offer.
I wrap my arms around his back, my nails digging into his clear skin. My nails dig deep, leaving crescent moons in his flesh. My left hand claws and scratches, while my right remains dug deep.
The pain seems to spur him on, his thrusts becoming deeper. He grabs my left leg and wraps it around his waist, holding it against him as he continues pushing into me, giving me everything he has.
Our combined noises become louder, drowning out the sound of our skin slapping together and my headboard banging against the wall.
It's a good thing that my apartment is at the end of the hall, and my bedroom doesn't share a wall with a neighbor. If it did, I'm sure I'd hear someone banging on the wall, yelling at us to be quiet.
The new position has him sliding deeper, hitting the spot within me that has my toes curling and pussy clenching, shocks of pleasure racing through my sweaty body.
Declan reaches a hand between us and expertly finds my clit, applies pressure, and rubs it in a perfect steady rhythm that sends me over the edge, fireworks erupting around me.
Goosebumps rise on my skin, and before I know it, I'm tightening around him and screaming my release. It feels so fucking good that tears fill my eyes.
We kiss sloppily, and neither can focus on having our lips move in sync. The sloppy kiss matches his thrusts that become out of rhythm as he chases his building orgasm.
"Fuck, baby. Going to fill this pussy," he mutters against my mouth, body continuing to move against mine.
A moment later, he stills against me, roaring his release as warmth spreads through my body, his cum flooding me. He leans back onto his heels once again, eyes fixated between my spread legs as he slowly pulls his softening cock out of me, my pussy already mourning the loss of him.
Fascination is evident in his eyes as he watches his cum drip out of me. I clench my walls, forcing even more of it out of me .
"Fuck, that's hot." He groans. Swiping a finger through my swollen lips, he sticks it inside me, the invasion making me groan.
He swipes his finger through my core once more before bringing it to my lips, glistening with our combined release. Knowing what he wants, I open my mouth, and he shoves the cum-coated finger inside. The saltiness explodes on my tastebuds, making me hum and even more desperate for him and his taste.
My eyes never leave his as I suck his finger clean.
With a satisfied smirk, Declan pulls his hand away, places a final kiss on my lips, and then rolls off me, collapsing on his back beside me.
"Best pussy ever."