Chapter 23
I didn’t actually think he would turn on Fifty Shades of Grey. I guess he took my joke seriously, and because of it, I was able to learn something new about him—it was easy to persuade him into watching chick flicks.
I couldn’t back out now, especially because I knew he’d seen it before. So why not torture him a little bit more? I may have had ulterior motives when I chose this movie. Just because Logan dampened our day didn’t mean I was going to let all the good moments between me and Declan become tainted. Being around him always made me feel horny, and maybe this movie would turn him on and tempt him to cop a feel.
I wanted to watch him squirm. Make him eat his words when he said he just wanted to talk and get to know me better. While I appreciate that, why couldn’t we do both? I had needs and it was hard to control myself around him. My moment of weakness came out when I picked a movie all about sex because, sue me, that’s exactly what was on my mind when I surrounded myself with him. It wasn’t my fault that he was tempting as sin.
After a while, I sat up and asked him to pause the movie. I needed to excuse myself to use the restroom. We were about an hour through and not once had he made a move on me. I was becoming antsy. Before I walked away, I asked him a question out of curiosity.
“Since you’ve already seen this one, have you watched the other two that come after it?” His eyes narrowed down at me as he gave me a look that said get real .
“Do you really take me as the kind of guy that starts something I can’t finish?” That could have a couple different meanings but if he was going to go there with it, I wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.
“I would hope you always finish…” I mumbled under my breath before spinning on my heel and turning toward the bathroom down the hall.
“Paige.” His voice was laced with a sternness that made me stall the second I heard him call my name.
“Use the bathroom in the master bedroom. That one is having work done on it.” Shooting him a thumbs up from behind my back, I continued to walk toward his bedroom. It would be my first time in this area of his house, and I was curious if it looked just as nice as the rest of it.
The house as a whole may not have a bachelor spin on it, but his room was definitely… more him. I could smell his scent wafting around the room, like this was where he spent most of his time.
Just a dim light came from the lamp on the end table, giving the room a dark and sexy vibe. Unlike the other rooms throughout the house that were light, cozy and welcoming, this room almost looked like the Black Room of Pain . Maybe the movie we were watching was getting into my head so much that I remained hopeful with the direction this evening would take us.
My jaw dropped as I looked left and took in the shower of my dreams. Getting a closer look, my eyes drifted toward the top where the overhead waterfall head was installed; a massive square in the ceiling that looked like four people could comfortably stand underneath. Dark charcoal tiles surrounded the wide-open shower space with a built-in bench made of dark wood that sat over to the side.
“The things that could be done in this shower…” I whispered under my breath in amazement. Fuck. I gawked at the large luxury tub that sat to the side of the shower. It looked like his own personal indoor hot tub.
And that’s exactly what it was. Inching closer, I realized that jets were inside the large black concrete tub. Suddenly, my sore muscles were craving an evening spent in the warm water with the hard jets pounding on my back, a glass of wine and a good book. I could see it now.
This had to have been the sexiest bathroom I’ve ever laid my eyes on. I wondered what was going through Declan’s mind when he designed this masterpiece. And then my eyes fell to the massive floor-to-ceiling window just behind the tub. The glass had a slight fog to it, but you could definitely see through it.
When a teasing smile found my lips, I shook my head and found myself thinking: Declan either had secret shades that came out of the tall ceilings that covered the view or was a hidden sex freak and didn’t mind being watched with these wide-open windows.
I hoped it was the latter.
Thinking of Declan having kinks I didn’t know about made my insides squirm all over again.
After gawking at his perfectly designed bathroom, I finally used it like I said I was going to. I wasn’t intending on creeping around, but I couldn’t control my curiosity with it being my first time in here. But a few more minutes wouldn’t hurt… I hadn’t even taken in his bedroom as much as I wanted to.
His bed was huge, it had to be king-sized. Even with a bed that big, there was still plenty of space left in this room. A large chair was in the corner by another window. And yup, you guessed it, more floor-to-ceiling windows with the perfect view of the bed. But this one had long dark gray curtains that he currently had open. Completing the look with dark decor, black and white photos were perfectly placed above the headboard of the bed. The only splash of color was from the live plant that sat in the corner by the window.
I was lost in awe as I took in the stunning space around me when I heard that familiar, deep voice behind me. But this time, it was a little gruffer than normal, catching my attention when I slowly turned around.
“You get lost on the way to the bathroom, Paige?”
“I was just taking in the customization of everything. Very impressive,” I said nervously with a lump in my throat. Goosebumps began to form on my arms.
His room felt a lot smaller now that he was in it. He lifted his body from the doorway he was once leaning on and slowly made his way closer. I wasn’t sure why I was so nervous that I had been caught snooping around. It’s not like I was opening and closing his drawers or anything.
Images of him and I clouded my thoughts. In this bedroom, in his bathroom, the shower, pressed up against the window, in every inch of this room. Now that he was standing in front of me, I felt myself clamming up.
His footsteps fell, one after the other until we were only inches apart. My nerves had me backing up slightly as I bumped into the large bed that sat center in his room. My hands braced on the soft gray covers to catch myself from falling.
“Wow, what is this? Egyptian cotton?” I let out in a nervous breath before I continued to ramble. “Must be like five hundred thread count, huh?”
“It’s silk,” he answered, his eyes going dark.
Declan and I were standing so close I had to look up at him since my eyes went straight to his chest. His head fell back for a second before he looked at me with an eyebrow perked up.
“Are you done rambling yet?” he asked as I gave a gentle nod in response.
“What are you doing looking around in my bedroom, Paige? I was thinking you may have forgotten about me and your favorite movie out there,” he joked.
“I didn’t say it was my favorite. Just a movie I was wanting to watch at the moment,” I explained.
“Why did you really want to watch that movie?” he asked. I had a feeling he was onto me and my little ruse to tempt him, make him as horny as I currently was.
I straightened my shoulders, trying to look confident when I answered. “I know you wanted to just talk and get to know each other better, but I want you to want me like I want you,” I mustered up as much courage as I could with that last part slipping out of my mouth.
“You think I don’t want you, Paige? Do you not recall me coming apart in my pants just the other week like a fourteen-year-old boy with your pussy grinding on top of me?” The thought heated my cheeks, making them turn pink; it was feeling a lot hotter in here now. I went to open my mouth to speak when he started up again, this time sounding more serious.
“Don’t ever say I don’t want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment you showed up in town. You took my fucking breath away when you noticed me on the street. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky that you gave me a second look. I was so God damn stunned by you, I couldn’t get you out of my head for days. It’s been weeks now and you’re still stuck in my head.” He thumped his finger against his temple.
Stunned, I wasn’t sure what to say. Instead, I whispered, “Then why don’t you want to kiss me? We haven’t kissed since you took me into the closet at work.”
“That’s a lie. We kissed earlier today,” he snapped back.
“Yeah, but that was fake?—”
He cut me off before I could finish.
“Nothing about this is fucking fake for me, Paige. I just don’t want you to break my heart when you decide you want to go back to Phoenix and leave everything that’s happened in the last few weeks behind.” It wasn’t fake for me either. He’s been my one constant since being back home.
“Declan, I don’t want to leave. I don’t have plans to go anywhere anytime soon. I may be back at home living with my mom in a tiny old guest bedroom, but it works for now. After I save up a little more, I was already planning on finding a more permanent spot here,” I admitted to him for the first time out loud.
Inching closer to me, closing whatever gap there was left between us, he whispered, “You promise you’re staying? Because I’m fucking obsessed with you, Paige. You leaving would break my heart, I just know it. I’ve held back even when I’ve wanted to snap because if I give in to you, there is no turning back for me.”
“I’m staying,” I confirmed with a nod and a shaky inhale.
He took my face in his rough, calloused hands and pressed his lips firmly to mine. Declan kissed me like he had been desperate to hear me say those words. Every kiss between us before this one, they were all addictive. But the longing and desperation in his kiss, at this moment, was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
Together our guards dropped, and we both gave in.
With his firm grip on the nape of my neck, we were lost in the ecstasy of the kiss. He made his way down my jaw, nipping and licking. The intensity was building up inside me and my heart hammered so hard I could hear it thump in my chest as he kissed down my neck. The feeling of his lips on my body made a sweet moan escape from my lips. He responded with his own grunt as he held the flesh of my neck between his teeth.
“Fuck, baby girl, I love how responsive you are to me touching you.” He’d find out soon enough just how responsive I really was. I could feel how soaked my panties were already and all he had done was kiss me.
He was rough, just how I liked it. He either took notes and remembered what I liked, or he liked it too and this was just how being physical with him was.
“You still want to just talk and get to know each other?” I asked, teasing him like the smart ass I was.
“Respectfully, Paige, I want you to shut the fuck up. The only thing I want to hear out of your pretty little mouth is my name and how good I’m about to make you feel.”
Fuck, why was that so hot? But it didn’t stop me from continuing to push his buttons. I opened my mouth as I was about to respond when he cut me off.
“I’m not kidding, Paige. Don’t test me. Open that mouth of yours again and I’ll shove my cock so far down your throat you won’t be able to speak.” He was the sweetest man I’d ever met—until he was in the bedroom. He came alive and I loved this wild side to him. Controlling, dominant, and rough. He was checking my boxes left and right.
I picked my jaw up off the floor, licked my lips and bit down in anticipation of what he was going to do next. Not a word came out of my mouth, but I let him know just how much I enjoyed him when I looked up at his gorgeous, hazed-over blue eyes.
My palm found his length through his jeans as I gave it a firm grab. I had only felt his thickness once before when I grinded on top of him. I knew I’d be impressed when I saw the real thing. If it felt this good in my hand, I wasn’t worried at all for what was to come.
Declan’s head fell back as he let out a groan. I wasn’t the only one who was responsive. He was losing control, and I loved to watch him unravel. His hands found my ass as he took two palmfuls, lifting me up in his arms in one fluid motion. I wasn’t in his arms long before he threw me on his large bed. With silk sheets beneath me, I gazed up at him, letting my eyes lower as I unashamedly took in the prominent bulge in his pants.
He groped the hardness, covering my view.
“Is this what you want, baby girl?” he asked while he stroked himself through his jeans.
I leaned up higher on my elbows, widening my legs. Nodding my head slowly, he had his answer. He stood in front of me, looking so fuckable it wasn’t even funny. He tore his shirt off in one fell swoop, his muscular chest on display. The only thing on his body were those damn blue jeans that hugged his hips perfectly and his tattoos that painted the image of him being a rebel. The tattoos were definitely fitting when he was in this sex-crazed mood. When he opened his dirty mouth, I got to know a completely different version of him.
My hands were itching to run up and down the ripples on his chest and stomach—the man was blessed.
He didn’t want me to talk, but he didn’t say anything about not touching. Inching up the bed to where I was sitting on the edge, his body stood between my legs. Reaching out, my hands found his tanned, built chest. Taking my time with him, I roamed and appreciated every muscle on his body. His breathing picked up the closer my hands wandered down his naked torso. Refusing to break eye contact with him, I found the top button of his jeans. His cock had to be begging to be released from the tight fabric.
He wasn’t making any indication that he wanted me to stop, so I began to unbutton his jeans. We had slow moments and ravenous moments. One minute, we were kissing like it was our last, and the next, we were undressing each other, taking the time to appreciate the sight. I almost had him bare in front of me as I sat there out of place, fully clothed.
My hands ran over his toned legs, fingers dragging down with the rest of his pants when Declan faced me in nothing but his black boxer briefs—his cock waiting to spring out.
“There sure are an awful lot of clothes on your body, Paige. I think it’s time I get my hands on you when you’re done being greedy with me.”
“Have your way with me. Please.” I was in a daze and couldn’t hold back how I felt about seeing him standing there. He gave me that devilish grin as he gently lifted my chin to look him in the eyes.
“As much as I want to roam my hands up and down your body like you just did with me, I want you to strip for me. We have all night to grope each other but right now, I want you to stand over there and strip. I want to watch you take off each article of clothing, one by one, and take in just how sexy you are.” He pointed to the open floor in the middle of the room where he wanted me to stand.
Helping me to my feet, we traded places. As he sat on the bed with his elbows back, a hand over his shaft that hid behind his boxers, his eyes gazed straight into my soul. I stood there in the center of his room feeling more vulnerable than I ever had before.
My breathing picked up and my heart began to race. I’ve never stripped for someone before, but I was always down to try something new, especially in the bedroom. I was ready to let the overwhelming feeling of being turned on take over. I was confident in my body and more turned on than I had ever been. It would be a walk in the park, stripping for him, if he kept looking at me like that—like I was the only girl he wanted.
Glancing up, I realized once again that the curtains were wide open.
“Should I draw the curtains?” I pointed behind him.
“Who is going to see us out here in the middle of nowhere?”
“You’re saying no one ever comes by your road?”
“Even if they did, what’s wrong with giving someone a little show?” he said with a mischievous grin. And that right there confirmed he one hundred percent had some hidden kinks, and I was going to find every one of them out.
“In that case…” I began to strip for the sexy man sitting in front of me.
Standing fully clothed in front of him, his piercing blue eyes stared into mine and his gaze started to drift. Following my hands to the hem of my sweater, I began to pull it over my head. Looking him dead in the eyes, lust written all over my face, I dropped the piece of clothing to my feet. My breasts were exposed in a red lace that hardly left anything to the imagination.
His hand dragged down his face as he took in the image of me. “Don’t you dare take that off. Pants next,” he demanded.
The jeans I had on didn’t show off my curves as much as the pants I wore to work, but they were comfortable. Declan was going to get a much better look at what I had going on under my loose-fitted clothes.
Slowly, I unbuttoned my pants and inched down the zipper. I spread the zipper apart just enough so he could see the matching red lace of my panties peek through. My fingers roamed lightly along the lace that had been exposed, playing with myself just enough that goosebumps broke out over my skin. His hand found his jaw as he let a rough sound escape his throat. I spun around so he had the view of my ass still covered in denim. I glanced over my shoulder, noticing he wore the same look on his face he had when he got a sneak peek of my underwear. But this time, the hand that was once covering his jaw was on his cock.
I slipped the blue jeans down over my ass and exposed the thin red string that laid perfectly between my cheeks. My legs remained straight; my ass perked in the air while my fingers slowly worked my pants all the way to the floor.
I took two steps out as I stood in front of him. Raw. Just me and my lacy red lingerie.
“I’m going to ask you again, Paige. Do you wear this shit all the time? Or did you wear this sexy ass lingerie for me?” There was no way I’d wear this all the time. The fabric was scratchy and there was no way to hide if my nipples were hard.
“I’ve worn something like this every time I’ve seen you. It’s not my fault you didn’t take my clothes off to notice.” A playful smirk spreads across my face.
“You’re a fucking tease, aren’t you?” I bit my lip in response when he stood up and stalked toward me. “On your knees,” he demanded, and I was quick to obey.
He towered over me, his hard cock at eye level. I licked my lips, eager to get a taste.
“Take it out,” he ordered.
My fingers found his waistband, and with one full tug, his black boxer briefs fell to the floor. My mouth parted, letting a gasp fall past my lips. His cock bobbed in front of me, much larger than I expected. I knew he would be impressive, but now that he was free from the fabric that hid the truth, I was wondering how that was going to fit inside me.
“What’s wrong, baby girl? You look like you’ve never seen a cock before.”
“I’ve seen plenty of cocks. Just not one like yours—this big.” My eyes widened.
“It doesn’t bite, baby. I’ll be gentle until you ask me for more. But if you ever mention having seen plenty of cocks again, I’ll be skipping the gentle part,” he said with a wicked grin.
My hands found his hard length, touching and exploring the velvety skin, watching the look on his face as he fell apart under my touch. I wasn’t scared of his size, I was excited. Shocked. Ready for him to stretch me in ways I hadn’t felt before.
When he was least expecting it, I took my tongue to the tip of him, playfully swirling it around the head as I gazed right up at him.
“Fuck, Paige, your mouth feels so good on me,” he moaned. His praise made me eager to continue. When his hand palmed my tit, I could feel the wetness pool between my legs. He pulled the fabric down, exposing my bare tit as he gave my nipple a hard pinch. God, he fucking turned me on, and I wanted to show him just how much.
I licked his shaft up and down until it was soaked enough that it slid right into my mouth. With another squeeze of my nipple, that’s all it took for me to take his size into my mouth. I opened wide and pushed until I felt him at the back of my throat. I hugged his thighs for leverage as his other hand found the back of my head, holding me down on his cock until I let out a gag.
We locked eyes when I was ready to go back for more until he grabbed a handful of my hair. His eyes were dark. Like he was on the verge of snapping.
“As much as I want to spill my load down your throat right now, we are just getting started. By the end of this, I’ll be coming inside you. But don’t worry, I’ll properly claim your mouth another time.” I fucking loved his filthy mouth more than anything. I was stunned with no idea what to say in response. If I couldn’t show him with words how much I loved it, I’d show him with my body.
“Get on the bed, grab the headboard and hold on tight.”
My eyes went wide, and I did as he said. Before I knew what he was doing, he slid underneath me, moving the fabric of my lace panties aside and hooking his arms around my thighs as he pulled me down to his mouth.
“You won’t break me, Paige. Sit on my fucking face. Suffocate me. This pussy is every bit mine, you understand?” I felt like I could come just from his words alone.
“Yes,” I moaned.
“Yes, what, Paige? Say it.”
“Yes, my pussy is yours,” I let out with a whimper as I lowered down to his mouth.
His tongue swiped from my clit all the way to my backside in one go, the feeling so incredible that I couldn’t control my hips as they started to grind over his face. His stubble rubbed against my inner thighs, creating a burning sensation as his tongue flicked back and forth over my clit. I could feel the heat gather between my legs as my vision started to blur.
My hips were out of control as I chased my orgasm, using his face for my own benefit. “Fuck, Declan, you feel so good. I’m so close.”
It was his fingers that put me over the edge. He filled me with two, hooking them as they moved in the perfect motion, hitting the spot no other guy seemed to be able to find. My inner walls were starting to cave and there was no turning back.
“Oh my God! Fuck, Declan. Don’t stop. I’m coming!” I screamed.
My eyes squeezed shut and my back arched as I continued to ride out my orgasm over his mouth.
“Damn, baby girl, you taste so good.” He slipped me off him when I rolled over to my side. Looking in my eyes, he licked his fingers clean of me when he said, “You taste like mine .”
I was still coming undone from the way he made me feel on top of the fucking world. I knew I’d only need a few seconds before I was ready to go again. Looking him up and down, I could see his cock was strained and needed some relief of its own.
He caught me admiring him when he grabbed my hips, pulling me closer to him. His lips captured mine in a post orgasm kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue lingered as we got lost in each other once again. I found myself crawling on top of his muscular body when my pussy started grinding against his cock. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to see how he felt. I loved foreplay but I was eager as hell to have the full experience.
“Hey, I know this is the least sexy time to ask but I have to make sure. Are you on the pill? I have condoms,” he questioned.
“I’m on the pill and haven’t been with anyone in a while. I normally use a condom too just to stay safe… but I trust you.” It was hard to admit I trusted him. I had a tough time trusting men, but being with Declan made me feel safe, in more ways than one.
He reached over toward his nightstand when he pulled a condom out. “We can use double the protection then. I don’t want you to worry.”
“No.” I pushed my hand against his chest when I gazed into his eyes. “I want you bare, Declan. I trust you,” I confirmed. His stare went from sincere to sinister in moments. He threw the condom back into his drawer, and in one swift movement, he flipped me over on my back so that he was hovering above me.
His hands drifted down my body, heading toward my bare pussy. A satisfied gasp left my mouth when he entered two fingers, making me feel full once again.
“I need to prep you, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He entered a third finger when I let out another moan.
“I feel so full.”
“Just you wait, I’ll show you what it really feels like to be full.” He slipped out his fingers, using my slickness to coat his cock. I watched him stroke himself a couple of times, covering himself with me. He gazed up at me as he touched himself, his lips ticking up with a playful look spreading across his face.
“You like watching me, baby girl?” Fuck, did I love watching him. Every chance I got when he touched himself, my eyes would betray me.
“Yes…” I whispered, continuing to watch.
“We will have to save that for another time. I told you I was going to claim this pussy tonight.” He moved closer to me, inching his body between my spread legs.
The tip of his cock rubbed back and forth between my clit and where I opened. And he thought I was a tease? This was torture.
“Fuck, Declan, put it inside me. I can’t wait any longer,” I begged.
He let out a gruff laugh when he started to push the tip inside. “Holy fuck, baby, you’re so tight. You need to relax.” He leaned down to kiss me, making my body instantly loosen.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, I’m not going to last long. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight.”
Declan wasn’t joking. He was stretching me, and I was definitely going to be sore from it tomorrow. I felt so full with every stroke in and out that the feeling right now was worth it. Once the tension left my body, he was able to move quicker.
“Fuck, Declan, you feel so good. Please, don’t stop,” I pleaded.
The sight in front of me alone was enough to get me off. Sweat started to cover his body, making every muscle protrude. The blond in his hair turned darker as the sweat began to soak it. And those fucking blue eyes. I could get lost in them. The seductive look behind them made me come completely undone with just one look.
My hands reached out to his smooth strong chest, dragging my nails down to his chiseled abs. I needed more. “More. I need more, Declan,” I begged.
“You asked for it,” he answered as he immediately flipped me over so that I was on all fours. Taking no time at all, he slammed his cock back into me.
“Oh, fuck!” I yelped.
“You let me know if it’s too much,” he said as he moved in and out of me.
Fuck, it could never be too much. This was what I loved. This was what turned me on. This was what I couldn’t get enough of. I couldn’t get enough of him. I was lost in the feeling when he jolted me from my thoughts.
I felt the burn of his palm sting my ass. One slap. Then two. I responded with a whimper that left my mouth.
“You like that?”
“Yes! More, please,” I said breathlessly; he could never be too much. At this rate, I was going to have my second orgasm, and it wasn’t often that a man made me come more than once or even at all. Declan knew what he was doing, and he knew exactly what I wanted without me having to spell it out for him.
One more slap stung my ass when he wrapped my hair around his fist and gave it a tug. With a firm hold on my hair, he slammed into me from behind, grunting like he was on the verge of unraveling.
“Come for me, baby. I can’t hold on much longer. You feel too fucking good.”
It was as if he read my mind; I was so close to spilling over the edge for the second time tonight. With every thrust into me, I could feel my walls start to contract.
“Fuck, Paige, your pussy has me in a chokehold right now, like it doesn’t want to let me go.” With every squeeze that my pussy gave him, it was the cue that he needed to spill inside me. We were both ready to come and I could feel every pulse, every ounce of him dripping into me. He was claiming me. Declan was the first man I allowed to claim me bare, and the feeling of him inside me was unbelievable.
“Yes, Declan. Oh my God!” I was exhausted in the best way possible. Our breaths were both labored as we tried to collect ourselves, him still inside me from behind. His grip loosened on my hair after he spilled into me, his large hand grabbing my breast from underneath. He pulled me up toward him, so I was upright on my knees. His fingers rolled over my sensitive nipple when he nipped at my ear.
“I don’t feel like washing you off me just yet,” he whispered.
It was clear as day that I just had the best sex of my life, and I hoped he felt the same. Everything about him was wild and erotic. We were going to take time to recover, maybe even do some of that “talking” stuff now, but we were without a doubt going to explore each other a little more before the night was over.