16. Charlie
Chapter 16
Charlie
I’d done it.
I’d crossed the line with Deacon and there was no going back now. A part of me belonged to him–had always belonged to him. Now, though, the fantasy of being with him had turned into a reality. It wasn’t just in my head anymore. The chances of me getting hurt were higher.
I knew this. Yet, I couldn’t get myself to care about that risk.
As I took in the sight of him licking me from his fingers, I knew I was a goner. Deacon hadn’t only called to my soul in a way I could hardly describe, but he’d opened a door for me sexually as well.
I’d never wanted someone so badly. Never had my body reacted to someone like this. Even after the crashing waves of my orgasm and the trembling of my body that came after it, my thirst wasn’t quenched.
I wanted more .
And I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough.
Deacon caught me as I surged forward and wrapped myself around him. His lips parted when I kissed him, fully. Giving me his tongue, I could taste the remnants of my pleasure on him, and it was so damn erotic I nearly came again.
Tingling sensations cascaded throughout my body as he hugged me close to him, deepening the kiss until I was lost in the touch of his tongue and lips crashing over mine. I moaned, as his fingers threaded through my hair and the rise of chest from a deep inhale brought him even closer to me.
Nothing had ever felt so good. For so long I’d been a ship in a sea of uncertainty. Finding joy in the unknown whenever something new came my way. As a curious soul, I’d always been looking for something–anything, to keep me grounded. My art always had me asking questions. Moving on to explore the next thing.
But this. Him . He was my safe harbor after being thrown about in a sea of storms. He made me want to stay for a long, long while. And I wanted to explore every part of him. Every part of us . What we could be together.
Breaths heavy, I parted from him, immediately feeling the cold air brush along my lips where his warmth was now absent. “I want to feel all of you, Deacon.”
“You’re sure?” he husked, eyes falling to my lips again.
I smiled. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.” Tomorrow might bring something different. Uncertainty and doubt, maybe. But tonight, I knew exactly what I wanted. Him . Consequences be damned.
He nodded once, a sudden clarity taking hold in his green irises. Like how he knew that bringing our bodies together—fully—would be the start of something we wouldn’t be able to simply walk away from. Especially since we were still snowed in and there was nowhere else for us to go. If things went sideways, we would be stuck here together for who knew how long.
I brushed the anxious thought to the side.
I didn’t care. If this meant I got to have Deacon as wholly mine, even for only one night, I’d seize it. Because living meant I had the chance to experience moments like this. And there was a time when I thought my life had been over, when I’d looked into the void of death and fought like hell to come back. Whatever tomorrow brought, I’d deal with it. But right now? Right now, I was alive.
“Lay down,” I urged. He abided by my request, settling his head against one of the pillows that had fallen to the floor while he’d gone down on me. For a moment, I took in his large body sprawled across his living room floor. The only sound between us was the crackling of the fireplace.
He looked so at ease like this. With one hand settled behind his head so he could still get a good look at me. It seemed like all the worries he carried had melted away the moment we broke the ice wall between us.
There were so many versions of the man before me.
Valliant savior.
Grumpy asshole.
Tender lover.
All of them made him who he was, and I decided at this moment that I liked each and every one of them…even the grumpy asshole version.
“Now it’s my turn,” I mused, settling between his legs as he propped his head up further making sure he could still get a good look at me while I finished what he’d started and slid his jeans down his legs.
Muscular thighs and toned calves revealed just how hard he worked to hone such a sculpted body. He was beautiful. Perfect even.
The firelight caught the ridges of his scar. Gently, I moved my fingertips over it, feeling the peaks and valleys as I remembered what it had been like to reach out for him when we were buried beneath the rubble. He had been so close, but I couldn’t get to him. I couldn’t breathe or move.
Deacon grasped my hand and brought my wrist to his lips. “It’s not the way I would have chosen to bind myself to you. Through agony and horror. But it does”–his hand moved to cup my cheek–“bind me to you, Charlie. And I’m glad it does.”
Leaning down, I kissed him. “Me too.”
Then, I moved lower, pressing my lips to his jaw and down his neck until I hovered just above the beginning of his scar. He stilled his hands on me as I looked at him right before I ran my lips along the entire right edge of it.
“Beautiful,” I murmured over his skin. “Every part of you is so damn beautiful, Deacon.”
Shadows danced in his eyes from the fire next to us. “Tell me you want this.”
He lifted himself onto his elbows and snaked his hand behind my neck. His eyes shuttered as he breathed in deeply. “Words could never describe how badly I want you.”
Heat blossomed in my core as he settled back down, those green eyes trained on me like I was the only thing in the entire universe.
I swallowed, my nerves running high with excitement as I leaned forward again and ran my hand along his hard length through his boxers.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Don’t fucking play with me, beautiful. If you want my cock, fucking take it.”
Deacon’s words and heady gaze had the back of my neck heating up and my core tightening. I’d never been able to orgasm twice in one night, but I had a feeling that was about to change given the way my clit ached with need for release.
I pulled his boxers down and wet my lips as I took him between my hands and started pumping him up and down. “Ah, yeah, baby girl. Just like that,” he moaned.
Hearing his praise made my chest swirl with giddiness. I liked pleasing him. But even more, I liked how his body reacted to my touch. How he couldn’t stop looking at me even as he strained his neck to lean forward.
A bead of pre-cum dotted the tip of his dick. The salty taste hit my tongue as I licked him from hilt to head, the silky hardness of his cock lighting a fire inside of me. One that only he could put out.
His hand reached down and wrapped around the long strands of my hair until he had them twisted around his palm. The base of my skull tightened with the slight tension of pain as he gripped me hard.
Yes . Use me. Take whatever you want from me , I wanted to say but instead opened my lips and slid my mouth down his cock until he hit me in the back of my throat. Over and over, I slid my mouth down him, letting him fill me. His hips started to lift as he met me stroke for stroke, still gripping my hair in a tight grasp.
“That’s it. Take all of my cock in that pretty mouth. Take every fucking bit of me.”
My pussy was soaking wet, craving to be filled by him. I could tell he was close with how his balls tightened and his dick pulsed against my tongue. He wasn’t going to last long, and I wasn’t ready to quit yet. So, I pulled my mouth off him in a resounding pop of my lips.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.” His voice sounded pleading as his head dropped to the pillow beneath him.
Crawling over him, I straddled his hips, hovering my slick sex just above his erection. “You said your woman gets what she wants.” I took his dick in my hand and stroked it up and down before centering his tip at my entrance. “I want to see what you can do with this cock. I want to see just how wild you can drive me.”
A feral grin split his face. “Wild doesn’t begin to cover what I’ll make you feel.” Then, he slammed into me, burying himself so deep inside of me I nearly saw stars.
I cried out his name as he did exactly what he’d promised. He gave me what I wanted with every delicious stroke. Feeling Deacon fill me so fully was beyond anything I’d ever felt before. A perfect fit. So perfect, I didn’t want it to stop as he held onto my hips and slowly withdrew himself so I could feel every ridge of him against me.
There were no words for the high I was on as he pushed back into me, my entire body tingled and vibrated with the electric current that buzzed between us. At this moment, nothing else mattered. He was mine and there was nothing in this world I wanted more.
Rocking into me again and again, I leaned forward placing my hands on his chest, my right resting just above his scar. The one that matched my own. The moment that would connect us for the rest of our lives, no matter what happened after tonight.
I ground my clit against him, my breaths growing heavier as I took in his beautiful face. The green in his eyes was bright like the first leaf on a tree after a long winter. Flecks of yellow and blue glimmered in the firelight.
Strong arms wrapped around me as I fell onto his chest, the sensation of our joining bodies so overwhelming, I felt lightheaded. “Good. Why does everything with you feel so good?”
He responded with a kiss to the crook of my neck that sent chills down my arm.
“Lean back for me, Sunshine.” Deacon’s voice broke through my lusty haze. The stroke of his hands on my back felt amazing as I lifted myself from his chest and leaned backward where his thighs supported me.
“I want to see you ride me.” That devilish grin he wore was doing wild things to my stomach. Another assault of butterflies swarmed me as I settled into his saddle, his cock flexing deep inside of me.
Then he started moving. His hips lifted, filling me with his delicious length as his thumb swirled over my sensitive nub. I bit my lip, hanging onto the top of his bent knees as he stroked me over and over again.
“Deacon,” I whispered, settling my eyes on his. “You feel amazing. So, so amazing.”
His eyes narrowed on me with intention. He was a man who wanted more than amazing. He wanted to drive me wild . And he did just that as he pumped into me harder, stroking that deep spot inside of me that rarely got the attention it deserved.
Heat blossomed low in my belly, like a rose blooming in the summer sun. Deacon could see it as I edged closer to my climax. He leaned forward, the movement brought us even closer. There was no rhythm to the madness that took hold of me as I bucked my clit against him when he took my breast into his mouth and sucked hard.
It was just the friction my body needed to send me soaring off the edge.
The air vibrated with my scream of his name, my pussy clenching around his length like a vice. I loved it. Feeling every bit of him inside of me was pure ecstasy as I rode out my climax, his tongue and lips making work of my sensitive nipples.
In a voice so husky, I barely recognized it was my own, I gripped the back of his neck and whispered into his ear, “I want you to come on me. I want you to claim me, Deacon. I want to be yours.”
A flash of hungry desire flitted across his face as he lifted his head from my breasts and devoured my mouth in a searing kiss that I felt all the way to my toes. Almost painfully sensitive, my clit throbbed as he picked up the pace. Our foreheads together, his eyes trained on me. Every ounce of pleasure he’d pulled from me reflected in those green eyes.
He loved this.
And so did I.
“Yes,” he murmured against my lips, digging his teeth into my bottom one. “Fuckkkkk.”
I worked my pussy on his cock, feeling him grow bigger inside of me. He was close. So damn close. Reaching behind me, I cupped his balls and stroked them gently as I bounced on his dick. Our chests were slick with sweat. A guttural growl emanated between us as he gripped my hips and slammed into me, chasing after what was his to take.
“I’m there, baby girl. I’m going to fucking come.” He nipped the bottom of my ear lobe as he pulled me in close, then lifted me off him just in time. Leaning back between his legs, I watched as he pumped himself two times before he covered my stomach with his orgasm.
“Fuck!” he bellowed, rubbing the ridge of his dick along my sex.
The edges of my lips pulled upward, obsessed with every second of his undoing.
When he finished, we sat there for a moment. The haze of what we’d just done slowly falling away.
“You’re amazing.” He took my face in his palms and kissed my cheek. When he pulled back, there was a lightness to his eyes.
Happiness. Joy. Elation.
It all reflected back to me, making my heart flutter. There wasn’t regret. The biggest fear I had was being stuck in this house with a man who wished he could take back making me feel that good. But that fear was dust in the wind.
“What now?” I asked, a bubble of laughter moving past my lips. The same joy I saw in him was soaring through my chest.
I was so, so happy. I’d never felt this way after being with anyone else. There was something different about this time. Something I couldn’t quite place through all the endorphins running through me.
“First”—he kissed the left corner of my mouth—“we get you cleaned up.” My face warmed as he placed another kiss on the right corner of my mouth. So tender. So gentle for such a gruff man.
“Then we do it again?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
His chuckle felt like diving into warm water as it surrounded me.
“Like I said before, my woman gets what she wants.”