Deacon's Touch (12 page)

When he finally lifted his head, his gaze was intense and thoughtful. “Know what a safeword is?"

She stilled beneath him, her playful mood evaporating under a rush of shock. A
safeword
? “Why? Am I going to need one?” A shiver of apprehension rippled through her.

Deke's smile widened as he held her gaze. “Maybe. That make you nervous?"

"Of course it makes me nervous."

"But you trust me."

The beguiling, seductive note in his voice sent prickles of heat racing over her skin. Her stomach was too tense for her to get a full breath of air. “Yes,” she admitted in a whisper, feeling as if she'd already crossed some invisible boundary. He'd been nothing but gentle with her so far, and while the fear of the unknown unsettled her, she was too curious to see what he had in mind. The erotic possibilities made her hot.

"Good. Your safe word is ‘red light.’”

God, was she really going to do this? She stared up at him, gauging his expression, and it took her a moment to respond. “All right.” A lingering uncertainty mixed with her arousal, making her heart pound.

He sat up and climbed off the bed, crossing the room to collect something. She heard a crinkling sound, and when he turned back to her he held the paper bag and the belt from her robe in his big hands. Her eyes widened as she braced on her elbows.

Her heart rate accelerated. “Um...” She wasn't sure if she was ready for this.

Deke knelt at her feet and held out a hand expectantly. As though he already assumed she'd obey. “Give me your wrist.” His voice was low. Calm.

Jessica couldn't take her eyes off the pink terrycloth strip in his other hand. It was soft, so it wouldn't cut into her skin, but still. What he was asking for pushed the fragile trust between them to the limit.

"You use your safeword and I stop, Jess. No questions asked."

Her throat felt dry all of a sudden. “What are you going to do?"

"Give you what you need."

The quiet words made her pussy clench. Once again, he'd ripped another fantasy right out of her head. How did he know these secret parts of her so well?

He raised his hand and stroked a finger down the length of her nose. “Now give me your wrists, Jess."

The controlled dominance in his expression and body language allowed her to release a steadying breath. Slowly, she sat up and extended her wrists.

"Thank you.” Deke kissed one before firmly tying the robe belt around it. She held her breath as she lifted the other, expecting him to do the same thing. But he surprised her yet again.

"Lie down, sugar."

Watching him uncertainly, she stretched out on her back. He reached beneath her and pulled the belt under her hips before grasping her other wrist and tying it in place. Jessie's heart beat so hard she was sure he could hear it. Both her wrists were anchored at her hips, and she couldn't move them because her weight trapped the belt beneath her. The ties weren't uncomfortable, but he'd fastened them snugly enough that she felt the pressure around her wrists.

Under his watchful gaze, she wriggled a bit, testing the bonds. The feeling of helplessness expanded, building the trepidation and making everything more vivid. The feel of the soft belt, the cool sheets beneath her, Deke's delicious scent teasing her nostrils. The threat of the unknown stretched out before her, a dark aphrodisiac waiting to be sampled.

He laid a hand on her belly, absorbing the jump of her muscles, and looked into her eyes. The naked lust in that sapphire gaze made her shiver. Sexual power rolled off him in waves, battering her heightened senses. “What's your safeword, Jess?"

She swallowed past the sudden lump in her throat. “Red light."

"Use it if you need to.” He reached out to stroke a finger from her throat to her pubic bone. His touch was light and warm, but it sent goose bumps scattering over her chilled skin.

He continued to caress her, moving to her breasts and her hard, sensitized nipples. When he bent his head to cover one with his mouth, she couldn't hold back an excited moan. Her fingers splayed onto the sheets, curling into the bedding even as she wished she could cradle his head the way she had last night.

While he kissed and nibbled on her breasts, one hand slid down to her inner thighs and played there until she was wet and breathing fast, her legs moving restlessly.

"Want more?"

She nodded, heart racing.

"Put your feet flat on the bed."

She drew her knees up and planted her feet on the mattress, trying to lift her hips, but he held her down with a firm hand on her stomach.

"Lie still.” His mouth traced a burning path over her breasts to her stomach where he paused to tongue her navel as his fingers brushed against the slick heat between her thighs. Jessica moaned and lifted into his touch, asking for more, but he ignored her and continued to dip his tongue into her belly button, sending an arc of heat to her throbbing clit.

Those big hands slipped to her inner thighs to press them apart as he moved between them, holding them open with his shoulders. The warmth of his breath washed over her pulsing flesh as he stared at her, examining her more intimately than any other man ever had. She held her breath and waited, blushing, her body wound so tight her thighs quivered.

"So pretty, Jess.” Then he bent and placed a slow, hot kiss to her open folds.

The touch of his mouth set off a burst of light in front of her eyes. She arched up with a cry, but he controlled her hips easily, holding her in place while he kissed and nibbled her labia. He growled against her folds, the sound hungry and male. Primal. The ache of arousal grew to a throbbing pitch, her waxed flesh a hundred times more sensitive than normal.

When she was trembling and squirming in his grip, Deke finally opened his mouth and licked up the length of her pussy, a slow, soft stroke that made her gasp and shudder. His wicked tongue circled the hard bud of her clit, stroking first one side, then the other. Jessica squeezed her eyes shut and opened her legs more, silently begging him not to stop. He licked her tenderly, keeping the rhythm light and steady when he found the place that made her moan and twist in helpless pleasure.

Then he pushed a finger into her pussy to rub the spot that magnified everything, and she called his name, the beginnings of orgasm rising strong and bright deep in her core. His clever fingers found one rigid nipple and rolled it while he ate at her, all the while fucking her with that maddeningly slow finger. The world dissolved around her in a blur of shadow and light, her release right there, just out of reach. His tongue softened and lifted at exactly the wrong moment.

"No,” she whispered, opening her eyes to stare at him pleadingly.

"Not yet,” he answered, reaching with his free hand for the paper bag next to him. It crinkled as he drew something out. A bottle. The cap made a popping sound as he undid it and squeezed some sort of gel onto his fingers. Before she could think about it, he bent and began lapping at her exposed clit again.

"Ohh,” she sighed, straining gently against her bonds, wanting to draw him closer. His finger surged into her again, finding and rubbing that hot glow inside her core. Then his other fingers touched lower, between her butt cheeks.

Her eyes flew open, her whole body going rigid in shock. “Deke, no."

She tried to snap her knees together, but he didn't let her. Wedged deep between her thighs, Deke met her gaze as he licked her sex and spread the cool gel over her anus.

She shook her head, heart beating frantically in her chest. “Deke, don't—"

"Shh,” he murmured against her throbbing clit, closing his lips around it to suck gently.

The intense pleasure dimmed under the rising tide of fear. Frozen with disbelief, she fought the panic growing inside her. She was totally at his mercy. Couldn't move her arms. Couldn't move her legs, and even if she could have, he was twice as strong as she was. Jessie could feel the blood drain from her face. The light stroke of his fingers against that forbidden spot made her flinch and try to shrink from his touch. The knowledge of what he was doing filled her with embarrassment.

Her safeword trembled on the tip of her tongue, crowding her mouth and throat. Would he stop if she used it? He'd promised to stop, but what if he didn't?

Still holding her gaze, Deke licked slow and gentle across her aching flesh, watching her carefully. She opened her mouth to protest, and he stopped smoothing the gel over her. She sagged in relief, closing her eyes. God, for a minute she thought he'd keep going and—

His tongue stroked over her in the most delicious way at the same moment a long finger plunged into her vagina. Her whole body tightened under the lash of pleasure. “Yes, there,” she panted. Oh God, so close...

Then something cold and firm nudged against her anus.

She squeaked and tried to jerk her hips away but he held her there, eyes dark and knowing while he continued to tease her with his tongue.

Her fists clenched the covers. What was he trying to push into her? “Stop."

The pressure eased, but he didn't pull away. His hot gaze pinned her as surely as his hands while the toy pressed against her tender opening and his tongue tormented her pulsing clit.

"
No
.” She shook her head frantically, every muscle drawn tense, the pleasure rapidly fading under the wave of fear and shame threatening to engulf her.

He didn't remove the toy, but he lifted his head a fraction, away from her aching clit. His gaze delved into hers, dark and hot. “Does it hurt?” He moved the toy against her, rubbing it easily through the slick lubrication, sending a flurry of unwanted tingles through her.

It didn't hurt yet, but it would. She'd tried anal sex twice before, and both times it had been awful. She'd wound up bleeding, and sore for days afterward. “I—” Her voice fractured when he flicked his tongue across her straining clit.

The toy teased her anus while his finger slid leisurely in and out of her pussy, making her tremble with trepidation and need. Holding her gaze, Deke's low voice brushed over her like soft, black velvet. “Would I hurt you, Jess?"

No, she knew he wouldn't. Not intentionally. She shivered, torn between wanting to please him and wanting him to stop. It was embarrassing, to want what he was doing to her. But he seemed so sure she'd like this if she gave it a chance. He'd been right every time so far. And she always had the safeword if she couldn't handle what he wanted.

As if he sensed her uneasy surrender, his gaze warmed with approval. “Just close your eyes and feel, baby.” He lowered his head and licked her again, igniting the banked fire in her body. Despite her reluctance, her hips lifted in a silent plea.

Forcing herself to keep breathing, she dropped back and closed her eyes, trying to relax.
Just feel. Don't think.

He licked her pussy gently until the pleasure threatened to drown her and she writhed against the sheets, little whimpers clawing from her throat. The toy between her buttocks pressed more firmly into her tight rosette, barely breaching the tight ring of muscle. She bit back a moan of startled pleasure, shivering in his hold.

"Shh. Let it feel good."

She clung to his silken voice and fought to relax. His tongue felt so good on her clit, but everything else he was doing felt wonderful, too. The toy slid in deeper, a fraction of an inch. Her breath caught. Nerve endings she'd never known she had sparked to life. The stretching sensation was strange, but not painful. It felt...warm and sent little ripples of pleasure through her, intensified by the steady caress of his tongue. She shook in confusion. She shouldn't want this. It was so naughty.

Yet, the closer he brought her to the edge with his mouth, the more her body wanted to be filled and didn't care which opening he chose. Her hips began moving involuntarily, pushing against the finger buried inside her and against the toy. Combined with the attention to her clit, the slow stretching sent streamers of bliss streaking through her. It was hot. Forbidden. Incredible to be filled this way. A soft moan of sensual distress escaped her.

"That's right, Jess. Give in to it,” he murmured against her.

She barely heard him, too lost in sensation to care, any thoughts of using her safeword long gone. He had her stretched on a rack of pleasure, dying for the moment he sent her flying. With one last nudge, he lodged the toy firmly inside her, and her head tossed against the sheet as pleasure tore into her. Deep. Intense. She groaned in helpless response.

"Mmm, there you go. Good girl.” His tongue caressed her tormented clit, a tender reward.

The dual sensation was indescribable. Need clawed at her. Too sharp to bear. He couldn't leave her this way. “Deke...” His name was a desperate plea for release. “I need—"

"I know, sugar.” He took her swollen clit into his mouth and sucked gently, ripping a primal growl from her throat. His finger pumped in and out of her rippling pussy while his other hand gently pumped the toy in her ass.

Sensation swamped her. Little cries spilled from her lips, soft, pleading. “Don't stop,” she begged breathlessly, beyond caring what she looked like or what she was letting him do. “Don't stop—
Ohh
..."

Every muscle in her body clenched as ecstasy suddenly exploded inside her. She screamed, hips bucking, demanding every ounce of pleasure he could give. It rolled through her in a shockwave that left her limp and gasping, trembling from head to foot.

When she came back to earth, she opened her eyes to find him shucking his jeans and underwear. Before she could say anything, he climbed up next to her and cradled her face between his hands. “You're so beautiful,” he whispered and kissed her.

Jessica raised her head to meet him, opening her mouth for the caress of his tongue, stroking it, sucking on it. Still hot, and desperate for more. She tasted the tangy-sweet flavor of her own arousal and the heady essence that was all Deke. Shifting, she felt the toy still buried inside her ass, and it made her feel wicked. Wanton. The hunger rushed back with a vengeance, making her want to eat him alive. She wanted all of him, inside her.
Now
.