Chapter 5
~Daley~
Deacon’s mouth covers mine, his hands caress my breasts, and my brain short-circuits once again.
My imagination isn’t good enough to come up with Deacon.
And what is this room? It’s bigger than an apartment, with a view that rivals anything you’d pay for at one of Vegas’ rooftop nightclubs.
I barely had a chance to take it all in before our clothes started coming off, but my mind makes notes of these things anyway, tucking them away somewhere so I can try to put them all together later.
Not right now, though. Now, my attention is entirely focused on the gorgeous man with a defined six-pack and broad shoulders better than anything I’ve ever seen in real life, who is kissing his way down my neck, intent on reaching the stiff nipples that are crying out for his attention.
‘Perky’ isn’t a word anyone would use to describe my breasts these days, but Deacon doesn’t seem to care.
As his lips wrap around my nipple, sucking hard, I forget to care too.
So what if my stomach isn’t perfectly flat or if I found another grey hair in the mirror this morning?
This stranger sees something in me that reminds me of the woman I used to be, and as she comes back to the surface, she brings her sex drive with her.
The need for this man, the need to have him touching me, to have him inside me, overrides every other thought in my head.
“Let me see all of you,” Deacon rasps, his mouth still brushing against my lips. “Right here in the moonlight. Show me everything.”
Moonlight? That’s a rather romantic descriptor for the mostly-neon glow coming through the window from the Vegas lights.
For the first time, I notice he didn’t even turn the overhead lights on when we came into the room.
A lamp shines in one corner, and the light from outside is strong enough to see each other without being too harsh.
A kind of moonlight, I suppose.
He takes a couple of steps back, crossing his solid arms over his chest as if he needs to hold onto them to keep from touching me.
The desire in his gaze brings out my boldness, and I shimmy out of my pants, pulling my panties down with them so he doesn’t spot the plain, boring underwear I wore today.
Having him see my bra was bad enough. When I got dressed this morning, I certainly didn’t imagine anyone else laying eyes on them.
Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice. His grey eyes are fixed at hip-level, drinking me in like a man starved of the sight of a naked woman for far too long. Honestly, if I paid someone to make me feel special, they couldn’t do a better job than Deacon’s heated stare is doing right now.
“On the couch,” he grits out, still gripping his arms tight. “Sit down and spread your legs.”
Fuck. I’ve never been with a man so quietly dominant before, someone who gives instructions with the utter confidence they’ll be followed, and I never expected it to be something I liked, especially coming from someone younger than me.
I do like it though. The shiver of excitement that trembles through my body confirms that, and I find myself obeying without question, letting go of any last traces of shyness or insecurity.
I sink down onto the soft, deep-brown sofa, placing one arm over my head and trailing the other hand down my stomach as I slowly open my thighs, exposing myself to him.
“Yes. Just like that.” The words slide through Deacon’s teeth in a hiss as he unfolds his arms and stalks towards me. He steps into the space between my legs, his groin almost at my eye-level, and I subconsciously lick my lips in anticipation of what lies beneath his jeans.
He doesn’t show it to me yet. Instead, he drops to his knees, his hands splay across my thighs, and he leans forward to kiss me again.
Something magical happens every time his tongue touches mine.
The first time, I thought I might be imagining it, but every time he kisses me, it hits me again: an almost feral urge to devour him and let myself be devoured at the same time.
It’s unlike any kiss I’ve ever experienced before.
Each one drives my hunger higher, and it takes me a moment to realize that his hands are inching up my thighs, closer and closer to my exposed, and now very wet, pussy.
My hips rotate, seeking out his fingers while our tongues continue to tangle.
When the rough pads of his fingers finally brush against the sensitive skin between my legs, I gasp in pleasure and need.
With my lips parted, Deacon claims my mouth even more deeply, and his fingers slide along my opening, teasing me for a moment before finally rubbing against my clit.
“Oh, God,” I mumble into his mouth, the words lost in our kiss.
Warm flesh beneath my hands alerts me to the fact that I’m gripping his shoulders tightly, though I’m not even sure when I took hold of them.
His finger teases me, circling my clit without putting any pressure on it, and my hips thrust again, and again.
My need is frantic, but I can’t even beg with his mouth possessing mine.
At last, he gives me what I want, one digit running over my clit while another pushes inside me. My back arches and my head falls back, breaking the kiss at last while I gasp for air. It’s the only thing I can control; the rest of my body is completely under his spell.
Deacon’s lips move to my neck as he fingers me slowly, devouring my throat just as surely as he claimed my mouth.
My body writhes helplessly as he multitasks with a ferocity I’ve never experienced before.
Both hands and his lips are fully engaged, and when he lowers his mouth even further, flicking his tongue over one peaked nipple, stars appear behind my closed eyelids.
“Fuck. Yes. That’s… I can’t… oh, yes!”
I pant out a string of sounds as my climax hits me, completely unexpectedly. No man has ever made me orgasm within minutes of getting undressed.
Deacon’s hands still but his mouth continues to play with my breasts, giving me a moment to collect myself.
When I tilt my head back down and open my eyes to look at him, he gives me a smile full of pride and anticipation.
“We’re going to have to do that again, but this time, give me more warning. I want to watch you come.”
My cheeks flush even hotter, my body still throbbing despite the orgasm I just had. “I don’t usually… go… more than once.”
His grin only widens. “We’ll see about that, Mama.”
My brain glitches so hard, it takes me a moment to realize exactly what he just called me. Mama? Why the hell is that so hot?
It shouldn’t be, since it references the very real age gap between us, but the way he says it, it also feels flattering and…
affectionate? Teasing, in an intimate way.
I can’t process it fully, especially not when his fingers plunge into me again, his lips latch onto my nipple, and he picks up right where he left off.
If it were possible to die from over-arousal, this man could very well kill me.