24. Deacon
DEACON
Her legs straddled me. The heat of her body rushed through my leather jacket as her head fell between my shoulder blades.
It was like a dream. The sunset ushering us back to the clubhouse splashed the sky with colors.
But nothing was more beautiful than the way she twisted her hands into my leather jacket just to cling to me tighter.
I couldn’t wait to get her back to the clubhouse.
Every time her hand moved, my cock jumped.
Every time her body shifted when we paused at a stop sign, my muscles twitched.
I wanted her body writhing against mine.
I couldn’t think of anything else except trapping her beneath me and never letting her go.
She sacrificed so much. Been through too much because of us.
And after the last few days she had, it was high time she was thanked for her services.
It was a ‘thank you’ I’d make sure she never forgot.
We took the long way home, just like she wanted. Home. Our clubhouse. The place where I hoped she wanted to stay. If I had things my way, I’d move all of her shit into her own bedroom, and we’d swap out each night. Feeding her. Fucking her. Loving her. Holding her.
I already had ways of remodeling her bedroom rushing through my mind.
A larger bed to accompany all of us. A larger shower, because there was nothing better than sweaty sex underneath pouring water.
Maybe even a swing. I could mount a swing to her ceiling and dangle her there.
Trap her and suspend her in space while we all took turns coming in and filling her.
I stepped on the gas just to get us back a little quicker.
Her hands splayed across my abs as we pulled off into the desert. She cried out, whooping and hollering of her own regard when the clubhouse finally came into view. She cackled in my ear, and the sound rushed relief through my veins. She was coming home.
My queen was finally ready to claim her throne.
I shivered as I parked my bike. I grinned as Char giggled when I scooped her into my arms. I heard my men calling out for me, but I didn’t care.
I heard Mace yelling questions, but I blocked them out.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed her touch against my skin.
I needed her naked body beneath mine. And when she uttered that sweet little phrase, I knew I was hooked.
I knew I’d never love someone as much as I loved her.
“Can I take a shower?” she asked as she tucked her face into the crook of my neck. “I really, really need a shower.”
I smirked as I started up the steps. “Anything for my favorite lady.”
She giggled with delight. “I missed you so much, Deacon.”
Her breathless words stopped my heart in my chest. “I never thought we were gonna get you out of there.”
It was true, too. With each day that passed, my hope of ever getting her out of there grew thin.
I hated that part of myself. The part that couldn’t keep hope alive when someone I cared for was in danger.
It was a part of myself that I could never erase.
A part of me I’d never been able to change.
And as I kicked Char’s bedroom door closed with my foot, I walked her right into the bathroom.
I perched her on the edge of the bathroom countertop.
I searched her face and found nothing but euphoric delight. Her hands splayed across my chest as she softly shook her head, almost as if she couldn’t convince herself that any of it was real.
I gripped her chin and tilted her gaze to mine. “You’re home, Char. You’re safe.”
Her gaze fluttered up to mine as she slid my jacket off her shoulders. “Take a shower with me.”
My cock twitched against my jeans. “As you wish.”
My clothes came off in a flurry while she watched. Her eyes devoured every muscle I had to offer her, and when I stood in front of her with my thick dick dripping with need for her, she licked her lips.
“Like what you see?” I asked as I stalked closer toward her.
She spread her legs so sweetly for me, and when the smell of her womanhood hit my nostrils, the world faded away.
It no longer mattered as I stood there with less than a few millimeters between our bodies.
“Little one?” I asked as her gaze grew unfocused.
Her eyes snapped back to reality. “Deac?”
I stroked my thumb along her cheek. “Yes?”
She placed her hands against my bare chest. “Help me forget.”
And she sure as fuck didn’t have to tell me twice.
I ripped her from the countertop and tossed her over my shoulder.
Her squeal stirred something within me as a darkened grin fell across my face.
I spanked her ass, pulling a soft moan from her lips as I walked into the walk-in shower with her.
And the second I placed her down onto her feet, I stripped her down.
“Deac,” she gasped. “Mind the butt?—”
I ripped that measly little tank top off and the decorative buttons went fucking flying.
“Buttons,” Char finished flatly.
I wrapped my hand around her neck and pulled her up to me. “I love you, Char.”
She smiled up at me. “I love you, too, Deac.”
I removed my hand and continued undressing her. “You know I love you, right?”
She giggled as she stepped out of her skirt. “Of course. I know you do.”
“Good,” I said as I reached over my head and grabbed the removable showerhead, “because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”
“Wait, what?”
With a flick of my wrist, I turned on the water.
Char gasped as I aimed the showerhead at her, and with my cock pulsing with a desperate need, I soaked her down.
She moaned and groaned. She grabbed those luscious tits of hers and tugged at those aching nipples.
I licked my lips as she swiveled her hips.
I soaked her from head to toe, watching her relish the water that poured down her curves.
With every step she took, those ass cheeks did a little dance for me.
Every time she tilted her head toward the water, she smiled as her hands ran down her body.
“Sit down,” I commanded.
She paused and her eyes quickly raised to mine. “Just… on the floor?”
I crouched down, taking the showerhead with me as my heavy cock dangled between my legs. “Yep. Just… on the floor.”
She eyed me curiously, but she did as I asked.
“Good girl,” I rumbled.
Watching goosebumps trickle across her skin gave me such utter delight.
I sat down with her, allowing the water to spray in every direction as I positioned her exactly how I wanted her.
I sat on the floor, straddling my legs out as her back leaned against the shower wall.
I spread those legs of hers, scooting myself closer, and felt her wrap her legs around me as I continued sliding.
Continued moving. Until my dick settled against her thigh and her pussy was right there at my knees.
Her legs, tossed over mine. Her body, splayed for me as she leaned her torso back against the wall.
I reached behind me and grabbed the showerhead as her eyes fluttered open.
“You gonna wash me down, handsome?” she asked as a sly grin ticked her cheek.
I smiled deviously as I turned the dial on the showerhead, changing the waterspout until it was a sharp stream of water.
And when I did, her eyes widened.
“Deac?” she asked.
I pointed the stream of water as the crook of her knee. “Yes?”
She furrowed her brow as the stream crept closer to her pussy. “Deac.”
“Yes.”
She drew in a broken breath as the water tickled the inside of her thigh. “Oh, Deac.”
I chuckled. “That’s a bit better. Why don’t you spread those beautiful lips for me, yeah?”
Her eyes hooded themselves as she slid her hand down her body. I pointed the stream of water against the floor, splashing droplets onto her ass while her fingers made their journey. I licked my lips with need. I could’ve blown my fucking load right then and there, watching her pussy unfurl for me.
I slowly moved the stream of water up her ass crack.
“Jesus,” she hissed.
I licked my lips. “Deacon will do.”
She shot me a piercing look, and I had to admit, it was cute. But the second I flicked my wrist upward, the stream of water touched her swollen mound.
It caused her to jump.
“Deac!” she squealed.
I scooted closer, pinning her tighter to the shower wall. “Eyes on me.”
She shivered as the water battered her clit. “Wh-wh-wh—what?”
“Eyes. On. Me,” I growled as I leaned closer to her.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” she hissed as she struggled to keep her gaze on me.
Her legs trembled. Her gut jumped. The uncontrollable moans and groans that fell from her lips were nothing compared to how hard she worked to obey me.
My sweet little girl, eager to please the man with the thick cock.
She planted her hands into the floor and lifted herself for leverage.
She ground against the air, her pussy seeking more of the water’s pressure as her curves bounced for my viewing pleasure.
“That’s it,” I growled as I twirled the spout around her swollen nub, “take what you want.”
“Deac. Deac. Deac. Oh fuck. It’s—it’s—I can’t. It’s too much. I-I-I?—”
I scooted so close that the heat of her pussy made me cave.
I couldn’t fucking stand it any longer. While I held the waterspout against her clit, I felt her entrance fluttering against my balls.
I swiveled my hips, working my thick dick down in between her thighs.
This was it. The moment I waited for. Now I’d get to finally claim this beautiful woman as mine.
I popped the tip of my cock in and the sound she made etched itself onto my memories.
“Oh my God! Deacon!”
Her pussy swallowed me whole, capturing me so tightly that my breath hitched.
I slammed my free hand against the wall beside her head, inching even closer until our hips connected.
She lifted her tired legs above mine and wrapped them around me.
Her hands fell to my thighs, and the way her nails curled against my skin pulled growls from my gut.
And as I tickled her clit with that showerhead, she ground that pussy against my dick.
“That’s it,” I snarled, “take what you want.”
“Oh fuck,” she whimpered.
“Let the sensations rush over you.”
“Deac, please. I’m so—so close.”
I leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. “There’s a good little one. I know you can do it. Just a little longer for me. Fuck yourself on that dick. Let the water pull you under.”
“Oh my God,” she choked out.
“There it is,” I growled as her pussy collapsed around my cock.
Her head fell back against the shower as her orgasm barreled over her body.
I tossed the showerhead off to the side and pulled her against me, moving in one fell swoop as I used our motion to stand to my feet.
She panted against me as I pinned her to the wet shower wall.
I pulled my cock out until nothing but the tip sat between her juicy folds.
And when I slammed back in, her nails rushed down my back.
“Deacon!”
I slammed into her again. “Charlotte.”
“Deacon, God, you feel so good.”
I raked my teeth along her pulse point on her neck. “There is no God here for you now.”
“You are my God,” she said breathlessly.
“Then worship me.”
I dropped her to her feet, and she wasted no time taking me into her mouth.
My back fell against the wall as my hand swept her hair back, and the way she took me all the way into the back of her throat sent my eyes rolling into my head.
Her warmth took control. Her cheeks hollowed out.
I felt my balls jumping, pulling into my body as she bobbed her head with vigor.
“Mmmmmmm, so good,” she murmured around my dick.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to talk with your mouth full?” I growled.
She giggled, and my gut clenched. I looked down at her, watching her peer up at me with those wild blue eyes of hers.
Eyes like the sky, without a cloud in them.
I locked my stare with hers as my orgasm grew.
That tight coil behind my gut forced my hand to the back of her head as I shoved her throat down my length.
She wrapped her arms around the backs of my legs.
She nuzzled her nose against my tightly wound curls.
And as ecstasy crashed over me, I lost all sense of control.
“Oooooh, that’s it, my queen. Oh fuck, make your King crumble. Swallow me down. Swallow my mark. Goddamn it, Char, what have you done to me?”
My body locked up and shivered as she pulled thread after thread of hot arousal from the tip of my dick.
She guzzled me down, swallowing all that I had to offer before licking me clean with that gorgeous tongue of hers.
I couldn’t help but slide to the floor. A giggle fell from her lips as she crawled into my lap, and I grinned as she tucked her head beneath my chin.
“Your queen, huh?” she asked through her giggling.
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “The queen of this castle, if that’s what you wish.”
“You know,” Dallas said before a resounding crunch happened beyond the frosted shower walls, “that was a pretty good performance.”
Another crunch sounded before Gauge’s voice came with it. “I think I can do better, though.”
Char barked with laughter as I furrowed my brow. “How long have you two bozos been out there?”
“Do you really wanna know?” Dallas asked.
Char cackled with delight as she rolled away from me, scrambling to get to her feet. I don’t know how the hell she could move, because I sure as hell couldn’t.
“Looks like you didn’t do your job,” Gauge said.
I scoffed as I shook my head. “Fine then. Who’s next to try and wear her out?”
And when the shower door ripped open, Dallas stood there with nothing but his jeans on.
“Don’t mind if I do,” he said as he cracked his knuckles.