Chapter 17 #2
Ultimately, it wasn’t even his fingers that tipped me over the edge.
It was the unerring and consuming attention on my every need that clenched me on his hand and spread a grin on his face.
Flung into the stars, I left my body bowing up on the bed like some sort of acrobat.
A Goddsdamned miracle when the pain was always so hard to escape.
“That…” I panted. Did sex make everyone a jibbering idiot? “That wasn't…” I almost said that wasn't right only because it was so far removed from anything that had happened to me before.
“I thought sex was more than just sticking it in?” He looked so pensive, I tried to think clearly. “I did it wrong?”
Did he? I was a mess as if we had actually gone through all that foreplay.
“Not… not wrong, Dec. There's a process, I guess. I’ve never been able to do that without kissing and touching each other first. Then you move to what we just did.” And any resulting orgasm had been a pale imitation of that.
“Oh, another checklist. Well, we can do that next!”
He vibrated above me while my brain startled around the word ‘next’. This was usually the end. If I got here at all, I just rubbed and tugged them into rolling over or even better–leaving for the night. A look of horror came over Declan's face.
“That's not it, right? The books didn't exaggerate,” he gestured to the tomes lining his room. “You can come more than once, right?”
That I had come at all was a fucking revelation, so I wasn't exactly sure how to answer the question.
“In theory,” I said. Never having gotten much further, I was as lost as he was.
“I'll make it up to you! I'll do all the boxes on the checklist.”
And although his kiss was just as sweet as before and his hands on my breasts sent heat between my legs, Declan was in his head. There was nothing worse than a man trying too hard. I wanted him to enjoy this too.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and his cock, forcing him to look at me.
“Fuck the checklist. Declan. Do it however you want.”
His wolf smile flashed for just a second before he buried his face in the surplus of my hips.
Nibbling his way along my skin, at the bone he found there, with the tip of his teeth.
Declan grabbed both sides like they were the Goddess' own handles for fucking.
Watching his fingers dimpling my flesh shouldn't have been erotic, but I grew slick all the same.
His tongue slid into the crease between my hip and thigh. There was something about the way the man smothered his face in the part of me I hated the most, like he would absolutely die without it, that had me right on the edge of another orgasm.
“A man could die happy in these hips, Honey.”
It caught me completely off guard. Stiffening my muscles as fire swept up my body and torched my soul. My magic rose along with it, filling the space between us until I tasted the sweet flesh of Sorn Perch.
“Hmmm buttery mashed potatoes. Why can I taste potatoes, Honey?” Declan wrapped his arms around my lower half as he clung to me fiercely.
“My magic. I don't know if I can control it.”
“I have you, Honey, right here. Right where you belong. On my cock.”
The dirty words wound me up and blurted out, “It’s so big.” Okay, so I was terrible at dirty talk but his smirk told me he didn't mind.
“Is it? You should check.”
The tip of him wept for me. It wouldn't fit to my entrance fast enough. This was stupid, crazy, perfect.
I panted. “You just–”
“I know this part.”
His thrust into me squelched a sound and a noise out of me that wasn't human.
“I didn't know it felt like this.” Declan's eyes went dreamy, one hand on my hip, the other petting down my chest. He wasn’t that far inside me at this angle, but he was rubbing just right against my front walls. Like the Goddess made us fit together. “Why aren’t people doing this all the time?”
At the moment, I couldn’t possibly tell him because this is all I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
“I love how your body yields to me. I’m going to sink so deep into this pretty cunt you're never going to leave this bed.”
My bed had only ever been for sleeping and sickness. I could get used to it being for pleasure. On my moan, I tried to take him deeper, working my hips against him. Kisses rained on my neck, my jaw, my shoulder, punctuated by the taste of wild dark cherries.
“Every day I wanted to drive so far inside you, all you’d be able to say is my name. Will you say it, Honey?”
“Declan,” I sighed.
I savored the flavor of rich chicken broth in my mouth. People underestimated how much it tasted like home.
“I'm just going to live here and you're going to come around me,” he said.
He pressed right down on my clit with the heel of his hand, stroking down on it as I fell to scattered pieces, sobbing in his arms, clawing at them like I was drowning.
Summer shaved ice slid down my throat in the ideal compliment to the heat Declan spread across my body. I clamped down on his shaft, as his powerful hips pushed it through my spasming channel.
None of this made a bit of fucking sense. He didn’t plow into me. His cock just sitting inside me shouldn’t have tipped off an orgasm.
“Yes. That’s it, my perfect girl. So good.
” His crooning in that deep velvet voice made me boil over and I gushed all over his hand, something more worthy of one of his books than real life.
I thought it was a joke that women did that but Declan’s dripping hand and my trembling muscles told the truth.
“You're going to get on your hands and knees. Rest your head on the pillows.”
“I can't. I can't move, Declan.”
“You can. Lift up.”
He did most of the lifting and rolling me over as he opened a cupboard in the wall and took out a towel and an oddly shaped pillow.
“What is that?” I asked as he patted me dry-ish.
“A wedge.” The black velvet triangle in his hands was about twice my width.
“I can see that, but what does it do?”
“It’s to help you stay at the right angle and is more comfortable than my hands on your ass, if less fun. Momma gave it to me.”
I blinked. “Stop, Declan. No.” I giggled, looking over my shoulder. He didn't seem the least bit embarrassed.
“That might sound bad, but you’ll thank her.”
He lifted my hips and draped me over the pillow.
“It was our maturity present. We all got one.”
“But what does it–”
Declan’s fat cock slid so slow, I whimpered at the invasion.
He growled, “Fuuuuuuck, Fallon.”
It was so hot coming from that perfectly pouty mouth of his. Declan only looked like an angel because he was absolutely fucking me like a daemon.
“Please let me make you feel good.”
“Fuck yes,” I breathed out because the wedge held my hips at the perfect angle for Declan to slide over every one of my nerve endings. He poured fire over me, flooding my body all the way to the roots of my hair.
His hips drove into me, making my ass bounce against the sharp angles of his hip bones.
The growls behind me would have been concerning if it were anyone other than my best friend.
Who was stirring my insides with all the strength he gave to that whisk.
The slide and stretch, more of his slut juice dripping out of me, made me pant into the pillow.
The rhythm he set would end the Harrowlands.
He palmed my ass with reverence. “Honey… please let me come.”
Was he asking me?
In the meantime, he stopped, trembling behind me. “I can taste lemon and honey, my clever girl. You’re in control.”
I didn’t know that was my thing until the mini orgasm rolled over me while my brain lit up like a barn dance.
“Touch my clit,” I gasped out. “While you stroke into me and then come.”
The thrill of Declan doing exactly as I told him was just as heady as the orgasm he sparked.
His body and delicious heat blanketed my back, hips working deeper inside me, hand covering my clit to strum across it.
The wedge kept my hips up when I wanted to melt into the mattress.
Hand on my shoulder, he pulled me back so his cock bottomed out just as my most powerful orgasm overtook me with the taste of bitter chocolate on my tongue.
I screamed into the room and Declan ripped out, jumping about a foot in the air.
Thank the Godds I was wetter than a bird bath down there or that would have hurt.
“Honey! Holy fuck! Did I hurt you? Oh no, my sweetness, my love. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to.”
My arm came up to drape over half my face while I rolled over and re-learned how to breathe.
“Dec, Dec. Calm down.”
He barely let go of his hair, his lip wedged between his teeth. His dick bobbed with his anxiety, still hard despite his distress. I'd never seen a man last past the first thirty seconds, let alone whatever we were doing.
“I will be more careful next time. Where does it hurt?”
My soul, but I wouldn’t say that.
He patted me down like I would burst into a million pieces any second.
“You didn't hurt me, Dec.”
“But you screamed.” He cocked his head, holding his hands over his ears. “So loud.”
“I have a hard time believing the women in your books don't scream.”
He flopped down next to me.
“I thought that was a euphemism.”
I propped myself up, peering down at him with an overwhelming amount of affection. “What would that possibly be a euphemism for?”
Declan buried his head under his pillow. “I didn't know or I wouldn't have thought it was one!”
Joining him under the pillow, I kissed his nose. Then he lunged and claimed my mouth.
“I didn’t do as you asked. I didn’t come.”
My lips made a moue. “Oh no, Dec. We can’t have that. You can do whatever you want to me.” I trailed a hand over his nipple propped up by the harness, on display for me.
“Anything?”
I shivered, my gaze flicking to all those books. We had been friends for so long that I didn't have the urge to leash him in any way.
“What about page two hundred and three of A Fated Captive?” Kneeling up, he gathered my legs into his embrace, kissing up my calves.
I really was going to have to read every single one of those books to catch up. “Especially that one.”
“As my lady commands.”
Using the wetness still dripping from my channel, he coated his dick and slid it between my clutched thighs.
With a groan, he gripped my ankles and one pillowy thigh.
Rocking my legs back and forth shouldn’t have produced such bliss, but the pure pleasure on Declan’s face made it so.
He let loose a whimper as his rhythm spiked erratically.
“You can do it, good boy. You can come all over me.”
His strokes dropped to hit my clit and his hips struck mine, his sheer desperation to worship me sending us both tumbling into the six heavens. More bird-song words tumbled out of his mouth, only adding to the lap of pleasure. His sticky come splashed over my stomach in a wave of slippery heat.
Floored, I heaved in what air I might grab. Declan threw the wedge to the floor and gathered me into his arms, peppering me with kisses.
“That was incredible. You're incredible. We need to do that every hour.”
I laughed because his kisses on my forehead were the blessing I didn't know I needed, even as my heart sank back down from the clouds. Knowing Declan, he was dead serious. He would sex me to death every hour, on the hour, in that mysterious managing way he had.
“I don’t think my heart can take it, Dec.” In more ways than one.
He snuggled into my body. “You can do anything you set your mind to, mate.”
I pushed his shoulder a little, discomfort seeping into the bliss. “You don’t have to call me mate when we’re alone, Dec.”
His blue eyes grew serious, his mouth twisting into unusually somber lines. I shoved him a little harder but he would not budge. My stomach dropped.
“But you are my mate, Fallon. Surely you can feel it now. You can stay in Nightfell. We don’t have to pretend anymore.”
I clenched my teeth against his expectations. None of those things got me back to my real life, even if this was starting to feel like my real life. “I’m not mate material, Declan. I’m a better friend, right?”
Friends who fucked really well. I was a little late protesting, but he hadn’t seen everything.
There would be bad days where my body would be in control and I wouldn't dream of doing this. And the highest of highs we reached together only illuminated the lowest of lows I would drag us down to. I watched it happen in real time. The glint left his eyes and he buried his head, even if he didn’t pull away. It felt exactly like kicking Ned.
“I was being silly. Who would want more than a best friend at my side?”
He said the words, but they didn’t ring true. Just like me to ruin absolutely everything.