Chapter 17
Penny
My hand and my vibrator have nothing on Declan Young. His mouth and fingers just single-handedly gave me the best orgasm of my life, and honestly, I don’t think it can get better.
It takes my mind a second to process that he just ate me out on the landing.
Fuck that was hot. And the mouth on this man went from zero to sixty in no time at all.
I’m still reeling from how dirty his words were.
It’s like he transformed into a completely different person.
Like sex brings out the bad boy in him to match his look.
Declan unlocks his door, and when we enter the apartment, he takes me straight back to his room.
Before I know what’s happening, I’m airborne and bounce on the bed.
Sometimes I forget the size of this man, how much bigger he is than me. Him tossing me on the bed with such ease is like an aphrodisiac, and I can’t wait to see what he has in store for me next.
“Clothes off. Now,” he demands as he rounds the bed to the nightstand. I start taking my knee-high boots off as I watch him pull open the drawer. He takes out a box of condoms, and I internally beam at the fact that it’s a brand-new box. He pulls three off a strip and tosses them on the bed.
“Three? Really?” I ask with raised brows and shock on my face.
He whips off his jacket and white T-shirt, and I stare in awe at his torso. “Yes, three.”
Okay, yeah. Three condoms might be a good idea.
I’ve seen his torso in the picture he put on the dating app, but that photo didn’t do him justice.
He’s fucking ripped. On top of that, colorful tattoos adorn his body from his neck down to the V in his abs.
He’s one big piece of artwork. One of these days, I want to trace every single one of his tattoos with my tongue.
Especially the roaring lion that spans from his ribs into his abs.
“Penny, eyes on mine,” he demands, and my gaze shoots to his. “Take off the sweater and dress.”
I do as he says, shedding my long sweater, and then I reach for the hem of my dress. I’m nervous all of a sudden. He’s going to see me. All of me.
He works his belt buckle as I pull the last piece of my clothing over my head, feigning confidence. My legs are closed as I unclasp my bra from my back, and I watch as he lowers his zipper.
Oh, shit. He’s going commando, too.
My eyes shoot to his, and he smirks at me. He finishes taking his jeans off and I swallow hard.
His cock bobs heavy, already hard, and it’s not only long and thick but has a Prince Albert piercing. “Jesus, Declan,” I breathe out.
I’ve only been with one guy before, and let’s just say, he wasn’t impressive in the slightest. Declan, though, Declan has the body of a man that any woman would pay to get a glimpse of. Just from looking at him, I’m getting wet.
He climbs onto the bed and pries my legs open with his hands. “I need to see all of you. Toss the bra.”
I blink because I forgot I still hadn’t fully taken it off and toss it to the side.
His eyes roam my body, and I have the urge to cover up, but I manage to keep my hands by my sides. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but his hands start to massage my thighs up and down, and I relax from his touch.
“You are a fucking masterpiece, Penny,” he tells me, and then licks his lips.
I look away because what I wouldn’t give to kiss those lips one more time. But I can’t. Because of the rules… that I made.
I’m an idiot.
He wraps a hand around the nape of my neck and tilts my head to put his mouth on the side of my throat.
My hands involuntarily grab his sides as he leaves a trail of kisses in his wake.
The sensation of his lips paired with his scruff has me needy and wanting.
It’s a simple act, but it lands a big punch.
His other hand works its way to the apex of my thighs and starts to rub light circles over my clit once again. My body lights up from his touch, and my core clenches for something more. His fingers. His cock. Anything at this point.
When he reaches down to my entrance, he pulls his face away from my neck. “Why are you this wet? Hmmm…”
I whimper as he pushes two fingers inside of me. “Your mouth,” I tell him as he curls them against my G-spot.
“What about my mouth? My mouth on your skin, how I ate you out, or the words I’m speaking?”
“All of it,” I breathe out as he sucks at the spot between my shoulder and neck. I close my eyes and moan. What is this man doing to me?
His mouth moves to the shell of my ear. “Are you going to be a good little slut for me, Penny?”
I hesitate, but then nod my head.
“Tell me who’s slut you are,” he growls out.
Oh God. This is not the Declan I have come to know. He’s either silent and brooding or throwing jokes around over text. This Declan, though, this Declan is demanding and confident. He’s never acted this way around me before or given any indication that this is a part of his personality.
His eyes have darkened, and he’s so beautiful it hurts.
“Tell me,” he says again while adding a third finger next to the other two. He’s stretching me so good, and I have no doubt he’s prepping me to take him. I’m not sure how he’s going to fit his thick cock inside me, but the human body is amazing because I did give birth to an eight-pound baby.
“I’m your slut,” I whisper.
“That’s right, gorgeous. You’re my slut. Mine.”
He pumps his three fingers inside of me and uses his other hand to push on my chest so I’m lying on the bed.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his thick length, needing to touch him. His cock is heavy and feels like velvet to the touch.
“Just like that,” he breathes as I move my hand up and down his shaft.
His face is hovering over mine as we work each other over, and I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from doing something stupid… like kiss him.
Just as he brings his mouth to hover over mine, his head dips, and he sucks on one of my nipples and bites down. My back instantly arches because the sensation is overwhelming.
My nipples became somewhat desensitized after breastfeeding Autumn for over a year and a half, so it takes a lot for me to feel them. I usually have to pinch them extra hard just to feel the kind of sensation I’m feeling now.
“You like that, Penny?” he asks and moves down to my stomach, licking and sucking at my skin.
I nod my head and move my hands to grip his hair. I stop him in his tracks because I’m all of a sudden afraid he’s going to bolt once he sees the stretch marks I was left with after having Autumn.
My body bounced back fairly quickly after giving birth, but I was still left with the silvery marks as a parting gift. You can’t see them when I’m sitting, but standing or stretched out like this, they’re visible.
“What?” he asks and furrows his brows.
I shake my head, not wanting to voice my thoughts.
“Tell me, or we stop.” He’s lying between my legs with his fingers still pumping inside of me. When he pulls them out and comes to hover over me, I realize he means it. “What’s wrong, Penny? I can’t read your mind.”
In the next instant, he’s sitting against the pillows at the head of the bed, and he grabs me to straddle him. My pussy sits directly on the shaft of his cock, and I don’t dare move a muscle.
“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to.” His eyes look worried, and I shake my head.
“No, it’s not that. I just… I don’t want you to see my stretch marks,” I confess. I look away, and he immediately brings my face back to his, cradling my head in his hands.
“You mean the ones I already saw?” he questions. He brings his hands down to wrap around my waist and uses his thumbs to trace the evidence of my pregnancy.
I bite my lip and nod. “I just wasn’t sure you would like it if I had them. I’m assuming you don’t entertain women who have kids, so I wasn’t sure if you would be put off by them or not.”
I’m flipped onto my back a second later, and Declan traps my wrists in his hands. “I meant what I said earlier, Penny. Your body is a masterpiece.”
He reaches between us and rubs the head of his cock through my juices and up to my clit.
I can feel his piercing and bite back a moan.
Now I know why he has piercings. The extra sensation of metal on skin is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
It’s like being hot and cold all at once.
I briefly wonder what his Prince Albert would feel like inside of me with nothing between us, but I dismiss the thought on the spot.
“Does this feel like I’m put off by them?”
I shake my head because the evidence doesn’t lie. He’s as hard as a rock.
He taps the head of his dick on my clit, and this time I do moan out.
When he dips it back down to my entrance, he parts my folds but doesn’t enter me.
“You make me so fucking hard. From day one, you have,” he tells me and moves his head back up to my clit to work the bundle of nerves.
The piercing adds to the sensation as my vision starts to blur around the edges.
It feels incredible. He dips his cock down again and coats himself with my wetness.
The constant teasing has me arching my back.
I want to suck him into my body and force him to give me another orgasm with how worked up I am.
His bare skin on mine is making my core ache like never before, too.
I don’t just want him right now.
I need him.
His gaze burns through me as he breaks eye contact and reaches over to grab a condom. He sits back on his heels and rips the package open with his teeth, his gaze never leaving mine.
God, why is that so hot?
When he finally rolls the condom on, he steps off the bed, grabs my ankles, and pulls me so I’m just at the edge. One of his hands wraps around my throat, and the other puts my ankle over his shoulder.
He squeezes the sides of my throat just slightly, and I arch into his touch. “I don’t ever want you to think I won’t worship this body when we’re together. Every single part of you is mine. Do you understand?”
He puts his cock at the entrance of my pussy, and I’m more than ready for him.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“And who’s little slut are you?” he asks as he starts to stretch me open with the head of his cock.
A small gasp leaves me. I know what he wants to hear, and I’m willing to tell him anything at this point just to get him inside of me. “I’m your slut,” I respond immediately.
His smirk is downright lethal. “Good girl,” he says and then pushes into me, inch by agonizing inch.