11. Sunday Morning
CHAPTER 11
SUNDAY MORNING
(TIFFANY)
I wake in familiar strong arms on Sunday morning. I feel content, and I have the pleasant ache downstairs that I get from having sex. My head is resting on his chest, and I kiss him there while keeping my eyes closed. I feel so safe and secure right now.
“Morning, Ben,” I say to my fiancé with a smile on my face.
“Um, nope. Not Ben,” Dec replies.
My eyes open wide as I look up at him, my mouth drops open, and my eyebrows fly up as everything comes rushing back to me. Ben cheating. Heading to the Hamptons with Dec. Fucking this man twice yesterday.
I look around the room and realize we’re in his bedroom. It’s a room I’ve visited but never slept in on many of my trips here. I turn my face to look up at Dec again. He’s nothing short of beautiful, and I’m amazed by him. We’ve been friends for so long, but somehow I was immune to him until yesterday.
“Shit, sorry, Dec. Shit,” I repeat and cringe as I say it the second time.
Dec squeezes me tightly, drops his head to mine, and kisses me deeply on the lips. “You’ve got ten years of conditioning. I’m not offended.”
His kiss was good, so when he finishes talking, I press my lips against his again. I open my mouth to allow him access to it, and our tongues intertwine. Dec begins to stroke my naked body with his hand.
I gasp as he reaches a hand between my legs and begins to finger my dripping pussy. I’m aching for him to fuck me and I can barely catch my breath. He breaks our kiss and gives me a wicked grin.
“Do you like that, Sexy?”
I moan and nod my agreement as pleasure courses through my body.
“Tell me what you want from me, Tiffany Carter.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I manage to tell him between panting breaths.
He lowers his head to my ear and growls, “Say my name, and maybe I’ll think about it.”
“Declan McLean,” I moan, feeling an odd sense of pleasure at the acknowledgment that this man is not the man who was my fiancé until yesterday.
“Damn fucking straight, I am.”
He moves to brace himself over my body. His hard erection presses against me, and I’m eager to have him inside me. Dec looks into my eyes, and I feel a sense of lust for him, which is so intense that it’s shocking. It feels like so much has changed in my life in such a short span of time.
But he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me while he pushes his cock inside me, and all thoughts fly out of my head. I wrap my legs around his waist and fuck him with reckless abandon. He fills me so completely, and I’m in ecstasy when I come while screaming his name.
“Tiffany!” He returns the favor as he spills his seed deep inside me.
We clean up in the shower before heading to the kitchen, where Dec makes us breakfast. I’m sitting next to him, eating my toast, and as I take a sip of my orange juice, I realize how content I feel being here with him.
“How are you feeling, Sexy?” he asks.
His use of his old nickname for me is strange. It feels as though nothing has changed between us, even though everything has.
“Well, my pussy is aching like it hasn’t in a very long time. Ben and I don’t usually have sex three times in twelve hours,” I confess.
A strange look comes over Dec’s face before he smirks at me. He slides off the stool he’s been sitting on and takes a step, so he’s standing next to me. As he does, my face tilts up automatically to look at him.
Dec slips a hand under the waistband of my jeans, and I instinctively part my thighs to allow him access to my dripping slit. I angle my hips slightly, and he slips a finger inside me.
“I’m sorry you’re sore, but I want you to be even more sore right now,” he murmurs in a seductive tone.
I reach my hand up to rub the bulge in his jeans, which has been caused by our discussion, while he kisses and licks my neck and earlobe. His lips meet mine as he fingers me roughly. We continue to kiss, and he removes his hand and undoes the button of my jeans before unzipping them.
Dec breaks our kiss and pulls my jeans down. I lift my ass to allow him to slide them to my ankles before he pushes my knees apart. He places his head between my legs and begins eating me out. I find it so strange to be eaten out by this man while I sit at his family’s breakfast bench with my cooling toast in front of me.
He’s good at this, though, and he uses his tongue and fingers to bring me to orgasm in expert time. He pulls my ass forward on the stool, drops his jeans and briefs, then slides his erection into me. I place both of my feet wide on the edge of the bench on either side of him, then lean against the back of the stool as he fucks me roughly. He climaxes while buried deep inside me and kisses me softly.
“You’re amazing, Tiffany,” he says quietly while staring deep into my eyes.
It feels as though the tiny shards of my heart that were shattered in my chest cavity yesterday are slowly being pieced back together by him, one by one.
He’s still deep inside me, and I don’t want to give voice to the dangerous things I’m thinking, so I kiss him again instead of saying anything more.
We clean up once more, then go back to our breakfast and eat it in relative silence. I’m a whirlwind of emotion as I try to sort through some of my feelings, so I distract myself by getting my phone and sitting on the sofa in the living area while I’m checking my messages. I ignore the group chat and go to the one I have with my sisters instead. They’re asking where I am and how I’m doing.
Tiffany Carter: I’m… fine. As good as can be. Dec brought me to the Hamptons. How’s Gramps?
I slide the information about where I am and who I’m with into the conversation as casually as I can. I’m not ready to tell them I fucked Dec yesterday… and today. Jasmine is the one who replies, which is unsurprising since Crystal is probably still asleep.
Jasmine Carter: Oh, I’m so glad. He was worried about you yesterday. I fucking hate Ben.
I hate that I don’t hate Ben as much as I should. I think there’s some part of me that will always love him, and that knowledge is painful as shit.
Tiffany Carter: Yeah. Does Gramps know? Is he okay?
Jasmine’s reply comes through quickly.
Jasmine Carter: I’m at the hospital with him. He knows. He’s pissed at Ben, too.
For some dumb reason, I feel ashamed that my engagement has ended, as though it’s somehow my fault. Gramps was so excited to finally get to see me get married. I hate that it’s not going to happen, even though I don’t want to marry Ben anymore.
Tiffany Carter: Tell Gramps I love him and I’ll come to see him as soon as I’m back in the city. I’ll TTYL.
I lock my phone before she even replies and stare blindly out the glass doors that lead to the beach. I don’t know how long I’ve been sitting there and staring at the view while trying to run through my thoughts when I hear Dec cough from behind me.
When I turn to look at him, he smiles at me and asks, “Do you want to go for a walk on the beach with me?”