9. Decker
The warmth of her body in my arms and the taste of her tongue against mine has my head spinning in a thousand different directions. Her lips feel like little pillows of forbidden fruit that I can’t get enough of. Her curves are soft and warm against me.
My hands move from her hair down to her body. I reach around to grab her ass, seconds away from hiking her up the wall so her legs can wrap around my waist, when the sound of her phone falling from her back pocket to the floor startles us.
“Shit,” I mutter, dragging my hands down my face and beard as I stumble back against the wall. “Fuck. ” She doesn’t grab her phone—just leans against the other side of the hallway wall staring at me—her hair now fucked-up from where my hands were tangling it, and her lips pink and swollen.
“Don’t stop.” She reaches for me, her hand coming to rest against my belt buckle as her other hand pulls at my shirt. She’s still panting, trying to catch her breath from when I stole it just a second ago.
“We shouldn’t,” I half-protest when she runs her fingers down my chest. When her other hand undoes my buckle, that’s when I grab her. “Goddammit, Juniper, I’m trying to be a gentleman!”
She looks up at me, her eyes heavy-lidded as she slowly drags her teeth across her bottom lip. “I’d really rather you didn’t.”
I stare down at her, knowing I should be a better man—that I should stick to my word and walk away—but I don’t want to. “I’m not that man anymore.” I move her hair away from her face. “I’m trying to be a better man, Juniper.” The words keep coming like it’s a confession, or maybe I’m trying to justify what I know I’m about to do. “You deserve better.”
“Why?” she murmurs, standing closer to me as she pulls up on her tippy toes, her hands clutching my shirt. “Maybe I like it when you’re bad.”
Her flirty demeanor only spurs me on, but I’m not sure she actually has the guts to do it—to tempt me until there’s no going back.
“Oh yeah?” I slide my hand around the back of her neck, running my thumb softly against her throat. “Why don’t you show me then, baby? Show me how bad you want me to be.”
She blinks a few times before dropping her hands from me and stepping back. Now that I’ve called her bluff, I expect her to pout or call me an asshole for teasing her, but she doesn’t. Instead, she reaches down to the buttons on her vest, slowly undoing the first one. It pops open, the material already straining against her full tits. I swallow when she reaches for a lower button. Her gaze drifts up to mine as she pops open the bottom one, her cleavage now on full display from both ends—just one single middle button straining to keep her contained.
“Are you not wearing a bra?” My voice almost cracks—it’s deep and my throat is dry. I watch as she slowly shakes her head, my cock pulsing at the thought of that button flying loose and her tits bouncing free.
Her hands move slowly from her top to the button on her already-tiny denim shorts. My breath hitches in my chest, my pulse racing as she undoes the button on her shorts, then the zipper, before starting to slowly shimmy them over her round hips.
“Wait!” My hand darts out and her movements pause. I have no idea why I said it, or what I’d planned to say afterward. I step closer to her, her hands still frozen on the zipper. I reach my hand out then tip her chin up with my finger. “If you’re just fucking with me, now’s the time to stop and walk out that front door, otherwise—” I swallow, holding myself back and trying to keep my hands from shaking, “I’m about one minute away from completely defiling you.”
We continue staring at each other until she slowly starts moving again. This time, I say nothing, and she doesn’t stop until the shorts are in a pile at her still-cowboy-boot-clad feet.
“Fuck me,” I groan, my hands balling into fists when she kicks the shorts to the side and stands there in a G-string that can barely contain her. “Keep going, baby.” I utter the words without thought as I run my hand down the length of my rock-hard cock that’s begging for release.
She obeys, her fingers finally undoing that final button as her vest flies open and her perfect tits bounce free. Her pert nipples are rosy pink and I have to stop myself from falling to the floor to worship her. She doesn’t attempt to hide herself. She stands there proudly, staring at me as her hands glide smoothly over her curves and up to her breasts, which she gently cups. Her eyes flutter, her head tilting to one side for a second. She steps toward me, reaching up to gently remove my hat, before she turns around.
In all my fantasies—in all of my dreams about Juniper Riley—not one of them even came close to the reality of her. Her thick thighs perfectly bloom into an ass that I want to bury myself in. I stare in awe when she spins around and walks a few feet further down the hall until she reaches the main staircase. I follow her, standing in the entrance of my house, as she slowly ascends a few of the stairs then turns to sit down, facing me. She spreads her thighs apart before slowly crossing them like that famous scene in that movie with Michael Douglas and Sharon Stone, then places my cowboy hat on her head. She leans slightly back onto her elbows and offers me a seductive little grin.
“Now that you finally have me, Mr. Slade, what are you going to do with me?”
“Worship you,” I say as I fall to my knees on the stairs, climbing toward her till my shoulders spread her thighs and I bury my nose in the material of her panties. Saliva pools in my mouth at the scent of her arousal. I want to rip her G-string from her and devour her, but I take my time, running my hands up her thighs as I tease her with my tongue, gently toying with her clit through the soaked silk.
“Ohh, more please.” Her words come out strangled as she grabs the back of my head and attempts to force me closer.
“Patience,” I scold, biting her thigh and making her hiss.
“Ow!” She tugs on my hair in return, the burning of my scalp only making me want to deny her further. I force her thighs apart, pulling her panties to the side as I lean in, dragging the tip of my tongue gently through her folds and around her clit. Her groan is louder this time, her back arching.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” I say between strokes of my tongue, “I’m the one,” I kiss her pussy gently, “in charge tonight.” I massage her with my tongue. “And if you try to take control again . . .” This time I suck her clit, making her convulse. I slowly kiss my way up her belly, taking my time with her tits as I suck and bite her nipples. Finally, I reach her neck, my tongue snaking its way up to her earlobe as I slide a single finger all the way inside her until I hit my palm.
“Ahh,” she sucks in a sharp breath at the sudden intrusion, her walls clenching around my thick finger.
“I will send you straight home, frustrated as fuck with wet panties.” I toy with her, hooking my finger inside her to hit her G-spot as I begin to methodically circle her clit with my thumb. Her panting grows urgent as her thighs fall open for me. “That doesn’t sound very fun, now does it?” She shakes her head as I edge her. “I’m glad we both agree you’re going to behave for me. I’d hate to miss having you fuck my face the way you’re fucking my finger right now.”
I look down at her body, her thighs open, her tits bouncing as she uses the leverage of the stair behind her to fuck herself against my hand. “Listen to that delicious pussy, soaking wet for me.” Her mouth hangs open, her eyes starting to roll back into her head. I still my movements, pulling my finger from her before she can finish.
“No!” she protests, her eyes flying open as I lick her juices from my finger.
“Now that you’re nice and wet, I want you to sit on my face,” I say, grabbing her hand to help her up. I turn her around, watching her shaky legs as she makes her way up the stairs. My hands are already on her ass, her waist, sliding around to cup her tits as I kiss her neck when we walk through my bedroom door.
I can’t get my clothes off fast enough, even with Juniper helping me. Our hands and mouths have a mind of their own, obsessively all over each other’s bodies. I lie back in my bed, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her to straddle my body as I bury my tongue in her mouth.
“On my face. Now.” I lean back, tugging her hand, but she falls forward, catching herself on my chest. She hesitates. “What’s the problem?” I ask.
“I, uh,” she laughs, “I’ve never sat on someone’s face before. Won’t it hurt?”
I’m sure my eyes are as big as quarters right now, but I try not to embarrass her. “You mean hurt me?” She nods and it makes me chuckle. “Not a chance. Besides, even if you did, I’d only enjoy it.”
Her cheeks flush and I wonder how much of what Juniper’s shared with me about her sexual experience is a fa?ade.
“How are you going to breathe?”
“Let me put this as bluntly as possible: I want you to sit on me—as in sit your entire ass with that sweet pussy dripping right into my mouth. Hold on to the headboard and I’ll guide you down with my hands on your hips. But I mean it,” I say, looking up at her, “grab my hair, grab the headboard, whatever you need to do . . . I want you to imagine you’re on my cock. Use me to get off.”
The second she’s over me, my tongue on her clit and inside her, it’s like her body knows exactly what to do. Her thighs tremble and quake as she grips the headboard, her hips moving in rhythm with my tongue as she moans my name louder and louder. Watching her come undone above me is pure ecstasy. Her head falls back, her hands toying with her nipples as her orgasm ripples through her body.
I want to ask her if she’s really never sat on a man’s face before, but I couldn’t form a sentence if my life depended on it. All I can manage to do is roll over and grab a condom before I sink inside her.
When I roll over her, expecting her to crack a joke like she usually does in tense situations, my breath catches in my chest when I look at her. Her eyes are heavy with the satisfied look of a woman in love, and she pulls me to her, welcoming me inside her as her lips find mine in a sigh of passion.
I push the thought to the back of my head, closing my eyes and rolling my hips to slide deeper inside her. My actions are met with an erotic moan as Juniper digs her nails into my arms, her hips lift, and her lips part.
“Fuuuuck.” My thighs are already shaking. My body clenches as I hold myself back from losing it already.
“More, please.” Her words come out in half-moans, her hands clawing at my chest as she lifts her hips.
All I want to do is give her more, to please her. I thrust into her again, this time my lips meeting hers gently before pulling back and repeating the process. I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head.
“Is this what you wanted, sweetheart?” I look down her body, her breasts swaying with my thrusts, her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.
“Ye-e-s,” the word catches on her breath, “oh, oh, you feel so good inside me.” Her back arches and I watch as goosebumps break out across her skin and her nipples grow harder. She writhes beneath me as she milks my cock, my hips continuing their movements as my body begins to shake from holding back my orgasm.
Everything about her is alluring and sensual and feminine. She doesn’t hold back her moans or telling me exactly how good my cock makes her feel. It’s like she’s in her element, allowing her body to lose control.
“I’m coming!” Her fingers curl into fists beneath my grip, her stomach clenching as she cries out my name. “Yes, Deck, oh, fuck me!”
I lose it.
I growl into her neck as my body convulses from the orgasm that rips through me. I won’t allow myself to look into her eyes as I find my release. I know I’ll say something stupid in the moment that I’ll later regret. Instead, I bury my nose against her neck, gently sucking her salty skin.
“Mmm.” Her moan is pure satisfaction as her fists uncurl and I release my grip on her wrists. “That was?—”
“A good start,” I cut her off, flopping onto my back next to her.
“Presumptuous?” She turns to look at me.
I reach down and pull the used condom from my cock, quickly replacing it with a new one before rolling up to my knees.
“If you think I’m letting you leave before I fuck the living shit out of you,” I flip her over, lift her by her hips, and smack her ass loudly, “then you’re mistaken.”
“Ohhh.” Her head lolls forward, dropping down between her shoulders as I inch myself back inside her.
“Don’t resist.” I spank her again, this time pulling her back further onto my cock.
“It’s so deep,” she groans, “so thick.” Her fingers and toes curl, her hips inching forward again to relieve herself from the intrusion.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, Juniper?” I begin to slide in and out of her in long, deep strokes, pushing against her upper back so her face is lying flat against the mattress. “All the flirty looks,” I grit the words out through a clenched jaw, “teasing me those years you knew I couldn’t have you. You were such a naughty thing,” beads of sweat line my brow as I quicken my strokes, “and now you’re going to be punished.”
I don’t relent. I use her, fucking her wildly until my head is falling back and I’m pulling her onto my cock one last time. I bark out an animal-like sound when my release finds me, my eyesight going dark as I struggle to stay upright.
It’s the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever felt, like an out-of-body experience. By the time I come down from it, we’re entangled in a sweaty pile of limbs. I excuse myself to toss the condom and grab a towel to see to her, but when I return, she’s already out of bed, reaching for her panties.
“Here, let me.” I hold the towel out as I step toward her, but she brushes past me.
“I’m just gonna pee really quick then we can head out.”
“Head out?” I ask, but when I turn around, she’s closed the bathroom door. I toss the towel on the nightstand and sink back down into the bed. When Juney walks out of the bathroom, I’m leaning back against the headboard.
“Get dressed.” She tosses me my shirt. “I have an early start tomorrow, so I’d like to get home ASAP.”
“Why don’t you sleep here and I can just take you home in the morning?”
“Because I want to sleep in my bed and wake up in my house,” she says with a look like I’m an idiot for not understanding her. I don’t bother arguing or even trying to seduce her back into bed when she scurries out of the room and downstairs to retrieve the clothes she left along the way.
Maybe it’s her eagerness to get out of here as fast as she can, but this didn’t unfold the way I thought it would at all. I expected her to want to stay—to cuddle against me and kiss me—telling me how long she’s wanted this. Instead, she’s practically sprinting out of my house without so much as a post-fuck kiss.
I groan and stand up, stepping into my jeans, not bothering with underwear or socks for the drive over to her house. I attempt to put on my best smile and not let this ruin the post-orgasm bliss, especially considering who it was with, but it does little to no good to help. I can feel my tension ratcheting up with each passing second. Once in the car, I clench my jaw, my shoulders higher than usual as my grip tightens on the steering wheel.
“Thanks,” she finally says after a few moments of complete silence. “I, um, yeah, thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” I say curtly, keeping my eyes on the road.
Why the fuck does this suddenly feel like a favor I did for her? Like I took her virginity after some agreement so she can move forward with her life?
I shake the thought from my head, telling myself she wouldn’t do that. It’s just awkward because we’re friends who just had sex—hot, headboard-slamming-against-the-wall sex that’s now going to fuck me up forever.
Hell, I can’t even get the memory of our first kiss out of my head, and I hope to God I never do, because now that I’ve tasted her and had her, there’s not a chance in hell I’m walking away from Juniper Riley.