Confessions of Love
Decker’s hands are under my thighs, scooping me up, and I’m carried quickly to his bedroom. He lays me on his bed, and I’ve never been this dizzy with want.
We strip down, and his mouth is on my breast, soft at first, then harder as I arch to meet him. The way he flicks with his pierced tongue drives me wild, and he makes me a little crazy when he nibbles down, taking me by surprise.
“Ah!” I call out, my hand cupping the back of his head. “I didn’t think I’d like being bitten.”
“Maybe it’s the vampire you went on a date with.”
Playfully slapping his arm, I laugh. “Shut up.”
He pulls back, and I just gaze at him. He’s gorgeous. Unbelievably so, and I can’t help but think about how unfair it is for him to look this good.
I can’t wait any longer. I have to taste him. And I finally get an up-close look at his pierced cock.
Sliding off the bed, I kneel between his legs. I glance up at him, and he’s watching, biting down so hard on his lip that I’m surprised he hasn’t drawn blood.
I kiss the base of his cock, feeling his pulse on my lips through the shaft before running my tongue up the underside. Reaching the tip, I flick my tongue over the piercing, watching him as I experiment to see what he likes.
His body shivers, and I do it again, a little bolder this time. The metal is cool, which is interesting considering how hot his skin is. I wrap my hand around his base and take him fully into my mouth, working slowly until I find exactly what he likes.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Decker groans, his fingers massaging my scalp.
My tongue swirls around his head, flicking the barbell there. It’s an interruption to the normally smooth skin, and every time I do it, I get a satisfying hiss from Decker. Followed by a moan.
This is even better than I imagined it would be.
I take him all the way down, intrigued by the feeling of metal at the back of my throat. He doesn’t try to force himself further than I’m willing to take him.
He lets me stay in control. Let’s me set the pace and do what I want.
I suck on just the tip, my hand stroking his shaft before I take him all the way into my mouth again. I continue to alternate this, loving the way he moans and writhes against me. How his body tenses and relaxes.
“Oh, fuck, Holly. Stop, baby,” he moans, even as his body tenses. “I don’t want the first time I come with you to be in your mouth.”
I release him and tilt my head. He stands there, head bent and staring at me in awe. “It’s not the first time,” I remind him.
“It’s the first time since I’ve been able to call you mine. Fuck, you have no idea how hot you look right now.”
“How hot?”
Growling, he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed before he climbs on top of me. He stops for just a moment and gazes down at my body. Almost like he’s memorizing every inch of me, and I’ve never felt sexier in my life.
His mouth claims mine while his hands rub in all the right places.
My chest.
My stomach.
Between my legs.
“Almost too hot to handle, baby,” he whispers. “Are you on birth control?”
“Since I was seventeen.”
“Good,” he says.
He rubs my clit while he kisses my neck before slipping his fingers down and inserting two inside. My hips buck as he finger fucks me, his thumb circling my clit.
God, he’s good at this. One of the benefits of loving a playboy.
His fingers disappear, and I pout. A smile appears on his face as he positions himself at my entrance, looking into my eyes before sliding into me.
“Fuck, you’re wet. I almost forgot how good you feel.”
The first thrust is slow, careful, but after that, rhythm takes over. He rocks into me, grinding his hips so the piercing rubs just the right spot. Correction—both piercings rub just the right spot.
I need to remember to thank him for getting these piercings when we’re done. Best decision he’s ever made.
The pressure builds so quickly that it’s embarrassing. Especially as Decker watches my face the whole time, drinking in every sound and every tremor. It’s the only time I can remember ever feeling worshipped.
He fucks me like he means it. Like he wants to ruin every other man for me. And I’m pretty damn sure he has.
When I come, it’s earth-shattering. I clamp down on him, nails raking down his biceps, the pleasure so bright I almost black out.
“Decker!” I scream out, my back arching off the bed.
“Yes, baby,” he says, his voice husky as he nibbles my earlobe. “Scream my name. Fuck, your pussy’s tight.”
I pant, and I almost feel high. Euphoric, I think, is the right term. Which is the only reason I can fathom that I blurt out, “I love you.”
His entire body stills as he looks at me, that cocky grin appearing. “Say it again.”
“I love you. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, Decker. I always thought you were the hottest guy I ever knew.”
“I love you, baby,” he says, the grin turning into a beaming smile. “God, that feels good to say. You’re the only person I’ve ever said it to.”
“Really?”
Chuckling, he flips us over and feels me up as I ride him. “Who would I have said it to?”
He hasn’t had many girlfriends before, I suppose. “Some guys say it to get girls into bed.”
“I’ve never had to work that hard.”
“I’m really the first?”
“First and only.”
Decker’s hands are on my hips, guiding and steadying me, but I set the pace now.
I grind down, and the angle is perfect. His cock hits deep, the piercing rubbing exactly where I want it.
Leaning forward, my hair falls in his face, but his eyes are locked on my breasts as they bounce while I ride him.
He’s losing it underneath me, and I wonder if he’s ever been like this with any of the other women he’s bedded.
“God, Holly, you’re—”
There’s a confidence that comes from making a man forget how to speak as you fuck him. Especially a man as experienced as Decker Thomas. This should be second nature to him. Like walking and chewing gum.
I need to hear him come. I need to feel it. I need all of him. Turning around, I ride him while holding onto his ankles.
This new position is filthy, decadent, and I can feel every inch of him inside me as my pussy tightens around him at this angle. His hands grab onto my ass, his strong fingers kneading as I pick up the pace.
“Holly,” he groans, his fingers digging in harder as his thighs begin to tense. “Baby, come again. I don’t want to come without you.”
His voice comes out strangled, and I love that I have this kind of effect on him. He begins to assert control, thrusting up into me, and I let him. I let him do what he needs because I know it’ll feel amazing.
I gasp as the orgasm sneaks up on me. One minute, I’m loving the feeling of him, and the next, I’m screaming out his name, clenching around him as my vision turns a blinding white.
“Holly,” he grits out, his body lifting off the bed as he fills me.
Stopping, I give myself a few moments to catch my breath before climbing off him. He grabs my waist and pulls me to lie with him, our bodies fitting perfectly with each other.
“That came faster than it normally does. I think I’m out of practice.”
“That’s okay,” I say with a smile.
“I’ll get better. Promise.”
Kissing his neck, I smile against his skin. “You’re still really good.”
“I can see the doubts playing in that pretty little head of yours, Holly. Please trust me when I say I will do whatever it takes to make this work. I’ll do anything I have to. I just need you to believe in me.”
I look up and kiss him softly. “I do believe in you. In us.”
“I’m terrified of disappointing you.”
“Well, if you keep doing what you just did, I don’t know that I will be.”
Chuckling, he kisses the top of my nose. “Sex is the last thing I’m worried about with us. You’re the only woman who can keep up with me.”
“You might wear me out,” I admit, “but in the best ways.”
“You were right.”
I tilt my head and frown. “Not that I don’t like hearing you say that, but about what?”
“It feels different. Better. Being with someone I love is the best feeling ever. I’ve never wanted to just hold someone afterwards. Sex was all about pleasure, and once we both achieved it, I wanted to be alone again. But I don’t want to be alone. Not with you as mine.”
“You’re not fighting the urge to kick me out right now?” I joke.
He chuckles, but his smile immediately drops. “Move into my new apartment with me.”
Woah. “What?”
“Your brother wants this place for him and his girlfriend. They already allow dogs, and I plan to spend every night with you as it is. There’s no reason to pay rent twice.”
Leaning up on my elbow, I stare with wide eyes. “Decker, that’s kind of a big step.”
“For you or me?”
“Both of us. But mostly you,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
He cups my face and pulls me down to kiss him. “I want this. You and me. And Rhys. Every night, I want you in my bed. I want to hear you scream my name, and then I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. Then wake up and do it all over again.”
“You’re sure?”
“As sure as I want to be inside you again,” he says, poking me with his erection.
He’s right. I have to find a new place with Will coming home. And I will spend any night Decker wants me to with him. You don’t voluntarily give up something this good to sleep alone.
It might be rushing it, but screw it. “Okay.”
“To moving in with me or letting me inside you again?”
“Yes,” I say with a giggle when he rolls me onto my back and hovers over me. “Oh, yes!”