45. Deacon
Chapter forty-five
Deacon
Lyla had her hand wrapped around my cock, and there was no way in hell I was going to question it. I couldn’t pretend like I hadn't imagined her hands stroking me the way they were now. The only thing that would make it even more incredible would be her mouth at the end of it.
I slid my hands over her hips and pulled her against me. She shivered as I made my way up her stomach, arching her back and pressing harder against me.
I scoffed. “Why the fuck do you have this tight-ass bra on?”
“Because I wasn’t expecting a hand up my shirt tonight.”
I kissed her again, and she giggled when the band snapped lightly against her skin. I loved that sound, but there was something else I wanted to hear more.
“Take your shirt off,” I murmured as my hands traveled under the waistband of her— fuck . How many times had she slept beside me with no panties on?
Lyla tugged at the hem of my shirt. “I don’t need to take it off. I’m ready now.”
My fingers slipped through the slit of her pussy, warm and wet, allowing me to glide effortlessly in and out, her hips riding my hand, trying to coax me to go faster. A soft moan fell from her mouth, and she pulled me in for another kiss. I was doing everything I could to keep it together, but I was dangerously close to crumbling. This woman’s touch was intoxicating.
She tightened her grip under my shorts. “I’m ready now .”
Fuck it. I grabbed a condom from the end table, and Lyla licked her lips as she watched me roll it on. Christ . I wanted that mouth, but I wanted to be inside her more.
I leaned over her and brushed the hair from her face. “You’re sure?”
“Yes,” she whined. “And we don’t have to—”
I captured her mouth with mine and slowly slid myself inside her. She inhaled sharply, and I tried to control my inflating ego, allowing her to adjust. When her eyes locked on mine, I rocked my hips, sinking deeper between her legs.
There was no way a woman could feel this good. I raised her hands above her head, pinning her against the mattress with slow, deep strokes. She groaned, and as if it were possible, my dick grew even harder inside her.
“My parents are across the hall, baby. You have to be quiet.”
“I can’t help it,” she whispered, her voice growing louder again. She wrapped her ankles around my lower back and pulled me deeper. “You feel . . . fuck , Deacon.”
Butterflies rose into my chest. I kissed her harder, hungry to hear my name on her lips again. I wanted to do everything for her, be everything for her. If this were the only chance I’d get to sleep with her, I’d be damned if she didn’t come twice.
“Faster,” she whimpered.
“You want faster, Brooks?” I drew away from her, using the mattress to steady myself. Lyla could beg me all night to go faster, and I fucking hoped she would, but I wasn’t letting this end anytime soon.
“Yes,” she pleaded through a strained laugh. “Please. ”
I licked my thumb, making slow circles around her swollen clit. Her head fell back into the pillow, and she gripped the rods of my headboard. I slid inside her again, using her body’s reaction to gauge my pace—the rise and fall of her stomach and the sweet circles she made with her hips. She arched her back, and I pressed harder against her clit, quickening the movements with my thumb as her mouth parted again, only this time I knew what was coming.
Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she tried to control her breathing. I gently pushed under her navel and watched her lose control below me. With each sharp inhale, she grew louder until I felt her body shaking against my hand.
I had pictured this in my head before, Lyla coming undone with me on top of her. She closed her eyes, and before she could cry out, I kissed her. She moaned into my mouth while her walls tightened around me. She felt fucking incredible, and I didn’t want it to stop. There was no way I could come back from this. Lyla coming on my cock was an image I wanted to brand into my brain.
I smiled against her lips. “I’m trying to make this last, baby, but you feel so fucking good.” I slowed my strokes, and her hips eagerly met mine.
“Deacon, please. I want you to go harder.”
I kissed down her neck, sucking softly on her collarbone. When I made my way back up, she held me against her, and I slammed my hips until I couldn’t hold out any longer. Her breathing climbed again, and before I could catch her next moan, my name slipped from her perfectly parted mouth. I gripped the pillow above her head and stifled my groan into the base of her throat.
I knew I was getting heavy on top of her, but she didn’t seem to care. Lyla wrapped her arms around my neck and cradled my head against her chest. Her heartbeat slowly came back to normal, bringing mine with it. I propped my weight onto my forearms and kissed the sensitive skin behind her ear. We stared at each other, waiting to see who would cave first.
She leaned her forehead into my shoulder, and a soft laugh danced across my skin. I kissed the top of her head and rolled onto my side, leaving my arm out in case she wanted to come closer. I didn’t know what to expect from her next. I had no expectations of sleeping with her. I just wanted her close, and when she shifted so she was in the crook of my arm, I pulled her in.
“Can I have your shorts?” she asked, her voice laced with exhaustion.
“Why? Can’t you just stay like this for a little longer?”
“I don’t know where mine are,” she murmured through a sleepy laugh. “And I have to pee.”
I watched her leave my bedroom in her shirt and my shorts. I just had her a few moments ago and already wanted her again.
A few minutes later, Lyla climbed back into bed and snuggled into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, running my hands down her back and pulling at her stupid sports bra.
She settled deeper into the crook of my arm. “I think that was top-tier boyfriend-girlfriend shit.”
I exhaled slowly, planting a soft kiss on her temple. “Yeah, that's definitely up there. Do you always hold your breath like that?”
“What?”
I smirked as the pull in her forehead grew deeper. There was no way I knew something about her body that she didn’t. It was too much of a tease of what I could really do to her. “Do you hold your breath when you’re coming? ”
She pondered my question. “I guess I never noticed. Maybe?”
I gave her body a tight squeeze and closed my eyes. The thought of asking her if she wanted to find out threatened to make me hard again. I trailed my fingers across her lower back, lifting her shirt. She was warm and soft and perfectly pressed against me. I wanted her to feel safe. I wanted her to fall asleep, knowing that I would never do anything to hurt her. I’d knock the lights out of anyone who hurt this girl.
“You’ll just have to use your imagination, Scott,” she said, drawing me out of my headspace. “This isn’t happening again. It was a horny hall pass.”
I did my best to keep my voice free from disappointment. “Whatever you say, Brooks. Is that rule number six?”
“Yes,” she deadpanned, and my chest vibrated with laughter. She sounded so serious that it was funny and agonizing at the same time.
Once again, Lyla left me speechless. She was beautiful and made me laugh. She was strong-willed and ambitious. She was my best friend, and I wasn’t sure how I made it this far in my life without knowing her sooner.