Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
D aughtry
I don’t expect much.
I’ve kissed plenty of people before. I’ve had a whole range of first kisses, from blah to brilliant. Most fall somewhere in the middle. Besides, this is Declan Foster. I knew him a hundred years ago, and we were barely acquaintances. Have I always thought he was hot? Sure. Of course. He is, objectively. Hot people rarely measure up in the sexy times department.
Yet.
From the moment we crash together, everything feels new. His mouth is warm and soft and pliant. He doesn’t devour me or shower me in saliva, but takes his time. He savors my mouth, my lips, and when I press my tongue against his bottom lip, he tastes of mint and sweet, red currant wine. It’s intoxicating and delicious and I want to spend hours like this, his arms around me, my mouth his .
“Is this okay?” he whispers against me.
Is this okay? It’s everything. He chases away all the doubt and old hurts.
I glue my body to his, turn my head, and pull his tongue into my mouth. His groan is a whole-body action, his arms jerking to hold me closer.
I grin and catch my breath as I nip at the scruff of his jaw. This part of him is warm spice, like a mug of hot cinnamon tea on a cold winter’s day. “Hell. Yes.”
Something snaps in Declan. His hands clench on my hips, and the polite, intriguing kisses become something primal and erotic. My mouth and body are his to play with, and damn, that boy knows all the rules to the game.
In moments, he has me up on the counter, my legs wrapped around him, his hands buried deep in my hair. I grind my core against his hard length, pleasure sparkling behind my eyes.
This is far better than thinking about my mom.
“Is this really happening?” Declan says softly, his lips trailing kisses like burning embers down my neck.
“If you want it to.” I take his earlobe gently between my teeth and tug, eliciting another deep groan from him that I feel all the way from my toes to my clit. “I’m all in if you are. You feel amazing.” This appeals far more to me than wallowing in my mommy issues. A few moments, a little pleasure. Some people’s drugs are alcohol, or nicotine. Mine is sex. It’s the one escape I crave. A hook up and a goodbye.
He unleashes a deep, trembling moan. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
He has? Really? This isn’t how my hookups normally go. The moment of confusion makes me want to pull back, but Declan is here and warm and his arms are strong around me. Like he cherishes me and doesn’t want to let me go .
His kiss is feral and claiming and it chases away all those questions that tingle at the back of my mind.
Unfortunately, they keep creeping back in. Declan’s wanted me for years? I thought he barely tolerated me back then, and it always made me sad. I liked being around him, but after the first few times he visited, he made himself scarce when I was at his house. Which I had been, probably too often.
No. I don’t want to think about that. Not right now.
Declan is here, kissing me like I’m an eight thousand dollar dessert he wants to savor. Though he isn’t pressuring me, his erection presses against my center, and I want more. If we just get on with it and have sex, I can erase all the pesky feelings churning inside me.
“Declan,” I say, and he raises his gaze to mine, though it keeps straying to my lips, my breasts. His gaze is dark and inscrutable. I could drown in those eyes. The fact that I want to means I need to change this dynamic.
So I reach between us and palm his cock. His entire body shudders, but it gives me back some of the control that had slipped from my grasp. “I want you. Inside me. Will you do that?”
I rarely if ever come from P in V sex, but sometimes I want that full sensation, the desire, the wanting, more than the orgasm. That’s all I need now. Pleasure. Touch. Someone wanting me for something I can give. It makes me feel powerful and in control. If only for a moment.
So much of my life is in freefall usually. Financial security is a joke. I don’t have a wide ring of friends, since I like to keep to myself. It’s easier to leave that way.
A drummer I picked up at a club once told me that if I wanted control, I should have chosen a different career path. Success in music has very little to do with situations that are within my power, and not having money makes it all more complicated.
I managed that situation by fucking that guy’s mouth with my pussy and then leaving him, hard and wanting, in an alley.
Hey, he got to keep my panties so we all won.
Declan’s jaw slackens and his forehead dips to mine, pulling me back to the moment. It’s such an unexpectedly intimate gesture, making me feel warm and tingly. “Are you sure, Daughtry? I don’t want to hurt you.”
His sincerity makes it difficult to think, and every nerve on my body throbs with need. We have to get this over with. This entire experience is already heady and exciting and far better than I expected. There’s no way sex will measure up, and I can cross him off as one more notch in my experience list. That Time I Fucked My Ex’s Brother at His Mom’s House.
And I want him. I want to be filled for a moment, to chase away all the fears and doubts, but more than that, I want Declan .
That scares the shit out of me.
“Yes,” I say, nodding. “There are condoms and lube in my handbag. Condoms are a must, please. In the zippered pocket.”
This is a good idea. Definitely. Just like that drummer, or any of the others over the years.
“We don’t have to do this.” Declan’s voice is deep and sends shivers down my spine. He traces a line down the middle of my body, between my breasts, and south toward my core. “I won’t lie. I want you. But I think it’s too soon.”
Why is this making me swoon? Typically, I meet a guy, things escalate, we have sex, and I go home alone. Why is everything about Declan making me want to stay, to reassure him ?
Control. I need my control.
“Declan.” I take his jaw in my hands, loving the feel of his stubble against my palm. “I want to be fucked. We don’t need to analyze it. If it’s too much, then fine. We can put it off another day.” I rub my pelvis against his erection, and it sends delectable sparks of pleasure through me. “But I’m wet and you’re hard. So if you’re into this, let’s do it.”
“Okay.” His cyan blue eyes darken, to the color of the lake during a summer storm.
All bets are off. He kisses me so hard I can barely stand up straight. Every lick and tug sends familiar pulses of desire through me. Instead of going for my tits, he pulls down my leggings, leaving them around my ankles. Cool air hits my skin, but I’m overheating from the inside out.
He scoops me off the counter then turns me around to face it, his chest against my back. “You want it like this, Daughtry?” His fingers trail through the triangle of curls covering my mound. I arch toward his hand, whimpering.
“Yes,” I say.
He slides two fingers down, parting my lips, and he finds the rubbery nub of my clit surprisingly fast. He circles it slowly, and pleasure spirals through me. “You’re wet and I’m hard.” As if to punctuate it, he thrusts his hips forward against my ass, then slips his fingers deep inside me. Oh, hell yes. I moan at the delicious stretch. “Do you want me?”
“Yes.”
He turns away for a moment, and I see him opening my purse. He is surprisingly polite about it, not rifling through like some guys would, but he seems determined only to look only where I gave him permission. He removes a condom in a foil packet and a small bottle of lube and turns to me.
But instead of taking off his pants, his gaze is fixed on my ass.
“You have the most perfect body,” he says. He kneels behind me, and I feel his lips against the round flesh of my backside. Then he nips at it, which makes me jump and giggle at the same time. “Sorry,” he says, covering the spot with his hand and kneading my glute. “I couldn’t resist.”
“I like it,” I confess. This is, so far, a lot more…fun than a lot of my other sexual encounters.
Weird.
I rest my arms on the counter as he unzips his pants. I hear the rip as he opens the condom packet, and hot, sticky anticipation floods me.
“I want to do everything you like.” His warm hands circle me, one of them going straight to my center. Ohhh, yes, he used lube and his fingers slide into me like a hot knife through cold butter and it makes me curl and purr with pleasure.
“You’re off to a good start,” I manage to stay as he fucks me slowly with his hand. “But I want your cock, if you put the condom on.”
Declan moves his hands to my hips and I can feel the tip of his sheathed cock at my entrance. “I did. I won’t deny you anything, Daughtry. It’s yours. Everything.”
Good. I arch my back, taking him into me, and yes. Yes. I love being stretched open like this. So much of the time I feel empty, but not like this. Especially not when Declan’s hands tighten on my hips and he thrusts into me, bottoming out in one fluid motion. Hells to the yes.
He stays there for an instant, not moving, his cock pulsing inside me. “Look at you taking my cock like a good girl.”
Ooh. I like that. Even without him touching my clit, my body lights up like a Christmas tree at those words.
Then he starts thrusting, and all thoughts melt into sensation.
Declan can fuck. The way he holds me, his heat, his scent, all while his cock strokes the innermost parts of me, it works on a whole different level.
Declan’s mouth is the best surprise of all. He leans over my ear as he pushes into me. “You feel like wet, hot satin against me. Next time I want you to ride me, grinding that perfect little clit against me as I fill you up. Tell me what you like and I’ll give you everything.”
“This,” I manage to say, though honestly it’s difficult to talk when getting railed like this. “More of this.” To my surprise, the orgasm is already building, and I want it. I’m ready to chase it down like a wolf with a rabbit.
One hand finds my clit and rubs it. “You’re having trouble standing, Daughtry.”
My legs are shaking so badly from the sudden rush of endorphins and other sex hormones that the only thing keeping me up is him. “Then do something about it.”
So he does. With a strength I admire, he lifts my legs off the floor and wraps them around his waist. I notch my feet against his hard ass, and grip the edge of the counter for stability.
This is some acrobatic sexy times and holy fuck, it works for me. From this angle, every time he thrusts, he hits my G spot. Tiny sparks explode all through me when he rams his cock into me again and again.
I’m definitely going to check a box for a P in V orgasm.
“Say it again.” Pleasure builds like a warm molasses flood from my core, rising up through my belly and my chest.
“Say what?” He asks through grunts.
“Call me good girl.”
He leans over me, his chest against my back. I’m not any kind of aerial yoga goddess, but I suspect if I lifted my arms off the table, I would still be airborne in his embrace. “If you want me to call you a good girl again, you’re going to have to earn it.” A stroke, slow and measured. It’s so not what I want, and I whimper. “You want me to say it?” His voice is hot against my ear. It feels like he’s growling through my skin and deep into my body. “I’ll say it when you squeeze around my cock, draining every drop from me as you follow your own pleasure as far as it leads you. Scream my name when you come and I’ll call you good girl.”
Oooh, daddy Declan, yes.
He punctuates that statement by pushing so deep inside me, he fills parts I didn’t realize were empty. My body sings, calling out to him, pulling him deeper. The orgasm is right there , bright and shiny.
Two thrusts later, and I unspool. I clench around him, rising off the counter. He shifts to support me, his hands warm and strong, and that only makes the pleasure last longer. “Declan!” I cry out through wave after wave of the orgasm.
He holds me through it all, giving me what I need. As my body starts to relax, I tighten my muscles around him, just as he asked. I’ll milk him all day for those sweet words.
“Good girl,” he whispers into my ear. Then he flips me onto my back on the counter and fucks me until I come apart again, tears dripping from me like beads of pleasure. Then, as my second, smaller orgasm ebbs, he arches his spine and empties into the condom.
“Daughtry,” he breathes, then collapses on top of me.
I feel hazy and light and something like complete, caught and supported between the hard, cold countertop and Declan’s warm, strong body.
“Are you okay?” Declan asks, his cock softening inside me.
I don’t want to move, don’t think I can move. “What the fuck was that?” I giggle, then cover my mouth with the back of my hand.
Declan’s face clouds. He pulls out of me and disposes of the condom, wrapping it in a paper towel before chucking it in the trash. He pulls up his pants. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I said—”
“Oh my gods, no!” I reach for him, grabbing the end of his polo shirt and tugging him down toward me for a kiss. “It was amazing.” I kiss him again, letting my mouth linger, trying to sear the memory of him into me. “It was sneaky, incredible sex.”
“Sneaky incredible?” He bends down and pulls my leggings and underwear up over my legs. Which is good because I’m completely boneless at the moment.
“Yes.” I let him lift me off the counter and carry me to the couch. He lays me down gently and covers me with a throw. “I thought it would be a little quickie against the counter, but damn, you throw down.”
I watch as he fills a glass with iced water, then takes down a bowl and fills it with chili. “I don’t think I know what that means,” he says. Moving to the fridge, he takes out the toppings his mom had packed into little containers.
“It means you are amazing at sex,” I tell him, appreciating the blush that appears along his tanned neck. “Seriously. If I didn’t have a one time policy—”
“You have a one time policy?” His gaze catches mine, and there is something bruised and aching inside it that makes me want to shrivel. He sets all the dishes on a tray and carries it over to the couch.
I struggle to sit up through the rush of emotions and post-orgasm hormones. “I mean, it’s not like a hard and fast rule. Haha, hard and fast.” Declan does not seem to find that funny. “Hey.” I reach over and take his hand. “I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing. Thank you. Honestly. That was possibly the best sex I’ve ever had. You’re incredible, Declan.”
His expression softens, and something deep in my chest flaps like a newborn baby bird. “So are you. It was…electrifying.”
There is something warm in his gaze that makes me want to stay there forever. Like he sees who I really am, and likes her.
It’s highly problematic.
I swallow, my mouth dry. “You should get back to the house,” I say. “Your mom and Alex are probably wondering where you are.”
“Right.” His jaw tightens. “I’ll go. Good night, Daughtry.”
“Good night.”