Chapter 6
~Deacon~
Daley’s satisfaction feeds my own pleasure, and her warning that she might not come again is a challenge I can’t refuse.
You don’t get to where I am in the sports world without being an overachiever, and I work hard at everything I put my mind to.
That includes pleasing the woman I’m with, and knowing she doesn’t expect to get anything more than she already has out of tonight makes me even more determined to prove to her that she’s underestimated me.
While I give her a chance to recalibrate, I turn my full attention to her chest. Every man has their weakness, and mine is a beautiful pair of breasts.
Daley’s are a perfect size: full and round, big enough that when I suck her nipple into my mouth and press my face against it, the soft flesh yields, moulding around my face.
She could smother me with these gorgeous tits and I would die a happy man.
My tongue flicks and licks over one nipple, then the other, taking my time until Daley begins to squirm beneath my touch, letting me know she’s getting aroused all over again.
My cock strains hard against my pants but I force myself to ignore the uncomfortable tightness, knowing that if I want to ensure a second orgasm for her, I need to keep my focus on her without letting my cock divert too much blood from my brain.
Instead, I lower my lips, planting a trail of kisses over the slight swell of her stomach until I reach my destination: the inviting pussy already glistening with the evidence of her previous orgasm, and ready to be devoured. The scent as I move closer already has my mouth watering.
Daley’s breath catches as my fingers dig softly into her skin, spreading her open for me, and my lips graze softly over her clit.
“You… you don’t have to do that.”
One of my eyebrows arches as I look up at her. What the hell does that mean? “Don’t have to?”
Still catching her breath, she tries to explain. “It’s pretty intimate. We don’t know each other, and this is just a hook-up. I’m probably not going to come again, so…”
She trails off with a half-hearted shrug, as if her words should make sense to me, but I don’t hear any logic in them.
All I hear is that this woman… this beguiling woman who has me on my knees for her not even an hour after we met…
must have had some selfish, asshole lovers who gave her the wrong idea about the appeal of going down on a woman like her.
“Do you consider a blowjob intimate?”
Her brows draw tighter together, but she gives me a hesitant nod. “Sure.”
“But you would also consider it a pretty standard part of sex, even between strangers?”
“I suppose so.”
“So, why is taking my cock in your mouth any different from me sticking my tongue in your pussy?”
Daley’s lips part in surprise at my bluntness and she blinks slowly before her lips curve up in a smile. “Fundamentally, I guess it’s the same thing.”
We’re getting somewhere. “And do you like sucking a man’s cock?”
My own dick twitches against the zipper of my pants, well aware that it’s the topic of conversation.
Daley’s smile grows wider, her eyes twinkling with that delicious blend of confidence and vulnerability that drew me in from the start. “Actually, I do.”
“I believe you.” My words come out almost choked as I try to dislodge the mental image of Daley with her lips wrapped around my cock. Later. There’ll be time for that later. “Do you believe me when I say that I would like nothing more than to get my mouth all over this delicious cunt of yours?”
Again, I choose the most vulgar phrasing I can think of, hoping my candour will help her see my earnestness.
It seems to work, except for one thing. “Delicious?” she repeats skeptically. “I can’t imagine it tastes all that good. I’m not going to pretend your dick compares to an ice cream cone. I don’t give head for the taste.”
Now, she’s talking my language, being just as crude as I am, and I’m here for it, grinning right back up at her.
“We’ll have to agree to disagree on that one. The taste of pussy turns me on in general, but each woman is a little different. I can’t wait to see what your particular flavour is. I’m going to eat you like you’re my last meal.”
Her smile freezes as heat flares in her eyes. “Big talk there, Deacon.”
“I never make promises I don’t intend to keep. Now, put your head back, relax, and let me dig in. I’m starving.”
Daley’s thighs clench beneath my fingers, her body reacting to my words as I hoped it would, and she obeys my instructions exactly.
Her head rests on the back of the sofa, her eyes closed, and I lick my lips before diving in properly.
My tongue teases along her slit, circling her entrance a few times and making her squirm before I finally dip my tongue inside.
She tastes just as good as she smells. Better, even.
There’s a hint of whatever body wash she uses, something warm and soothing like vanilla or shea butter, but beyond that, the taste of her actual pussy perfectly blends sweetness and tanginess.
I couldn’t put a precise label on it if I had to, but I file it away under ‘Daley’ in my memory.
Using my tongue, I explore her inner walls, thrusting as deep inside as I can get.
My fingers could reach further, but my tongue is more sensitive, and I love the feel of her against it.
Lapping at her wetness, I swallow down as much of her essence as I can before sliding my tongue slowly up to her clit instead.
The soft moan from above me lets me know I’m on the right track, and I circle it a few times before returning to her hole and burying my face again. A satisfied groan rumbles in my throat, and Daley’s body responds, her hips tilting against me.
How long this goes on, I can’t guess. I’m not keeping track, and I plan to keep going as long as she’s enjoying herself or until she comes. Stamina has never been an issue for me, especially when it’s something I love doing.
With each pass over her clit, I increase the pressure, nipping or sucking on it before plunging my tongue back into her pussy. Daley’s writhing grows more noticeable, her breathing more uneven, and I’d bet my life that she’s close again, even if she doesn’t say it.
Taking my shot, I return to her clit, suck it into my mouth hard, and thrust my fingers back inside her at the same time.
I didn’t find her g-spot the first time I made her come, but this time, by lucky chance, my fingers curl against the slightly rougher spot that makes her hips buck off the couch.
“Oh! Oh, fuck! That’s… Deacon, fuck!”
I don’t let go until her body shudders around me, her pussy clenching my fingers and her words dying into stuttered gasps.
Whatever game we’re playing here, I’m pretty sure I just scored.