Part 4 (1/2)
He could hear her babbling but refused to stop. If he thought he could get away with it, he'd lift her onto his shoulders and feast on the damp folds between her thighs. Maybe when we get back to the room. Until then, she should consider herself lucky he was contenting himself with a sip from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
He growled softly as he abandoned one nipple to attack the other. Her whimpers only stroked his l.u.s.t to see how much she could take. Would she disobey and come? Or would she struggle through the building sensations to please him?
The idea of finding out raced through his system like a twelve-year-old scotch, leaving a burning that could only be slaked by burying himself long and hard in her tight little p.u.s.s.y. He captured the other tip between his teeth, then teased it with flicks of his tongue.
”Sir!” A hard tremor shook her as her pelvis arched towards him. ”Please!”
He tore his mouth away, his gaze connecting with her desperate one. Her eyes begged for permission to come. ”No.” He dug his fingernails into the swell of her hip hoping the minor flare of pain would pull her back from the edge. But it was too late for that. Evidently, he'd misjudged how close she was, and the sudden sting pushed her over the edge.
”I...can't...it's too much....” Her fingers dug into his shoulders and a low guttural moan ripped free of her as the o.r.g.a.s.m he'd been trying to stall hit her.
”Son of a...” He let the curse die in his throat, then drug her head down, letting her body slip back down his, her legs wrapping around his waist to remain above water. He captured her lips under his while rocking her hips against his to bring her to peak - knowing if he stopped her now, the thwarted release would become painful in a way that Bethany wasn't experienced enough to handle. As he swallowed her desperate cries of pleasure, he was proud she'd lasted as long as she had with the b.a.l.l.s inside her. He'd pushed her hard in an effort to see how far he could before she snapped.
When she finally went limp in his embrace, he moved his hands from her hips to her back and began lightly petting her waiting for her to come back to herself, while ignoring his throbbing c.o.c.k. It took several minutes for her ragged breathing to even out, but he didn't rush her. Her ready acceptance of his demands had earned her a few extra minutes of cuddle time. Not that it will save her a.s.s when we get back to the room.
”Sir?” Her soft inquiry was hesitant.
”Hmmm...” He didn't stop his wandering hands.
”I'm sorry. I didn't mean to.” She kept her face pressed against his chest. ”I failed you.”
”Not entirely.” He didn't deny that she'd broken one of his rules, but instead chose to focus on the positive outcome of their scene. ”Before your spectacular o.r.g.a.s.m, I had no idea how sensitive your nipples are.” He lifted her chin with one finger. ”I now know that you can come from nipple play a dangerous bit of information for a man like me to have.”
She licked the salt water off her lower lip. ”Really?”
He nodded. ”h.e.l.l yeah. I have a pair of vibrating nipple clamps at home that are so tiny you can wear them under your work polo and no one will be the wiser you could sit at the bar and try to balance the books, and even Tim wouldn't realize how close you'd be to coming.”
Her cheeks pinked at the idea. ”You wouldn't this is just...”
He arched a brow at her. ”Until the end of our stay. But if you agree to be my submissive, I can promise you it will eventually happen, Bethany.”
She seemed unsettled by his statement, but he thought it was only fair to warn her. ”And I plan on doing everything I can to convince you.” He cupped her cheek. ”Now let's go back to the bungalow. Unlike my confused sub, I'm still hard as a rock.” He brushed his nose against hers. ”And I want to make love to this delicious little body.”
Her breath caught in her throat. ”Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Six.
”Oh, my G.o.d.” Bethany panted and gripped the spindles of the headboard even harder. Between her thighs on his stomach, Deacon gave a hum of approval as he placed open-mouthed kisses on the top of her mound. His palms rubbed over her inner thighs as his lips strayed lower, until he could dip his tongue in, if he wanted. She waited on baited breath to see if he'd taste her or merely tease. She groaned as he skirted her slit to tongue the crease of where her thigh met her torso. She still couldn't believe she was doing this...h.e.l.l, that he was doing this. After coming at the beach, she'd figured that she was in for another punishment. Not one as severe as the one she'd earned by running, but at least a spanking.
Instead, he tosses me on the bed, and orders me to hang onto the headboard while he eats my p.u.s.s.y what kinda f.u.c.ked up punishment is that?
”That's it, little one.” Deacon lifted his head, while spreading her l.a.b.i.a wide with his thumbs, exposing her wet inner folds. She should be embarra.s.sed to have him examining her so closely. She should be protesting but instead found herself even more aroused at the idea he wanted to see every part of her s.e.x. ”Let me see that pretty little c.l.i.t and luscious wet hole.” His fingers kept her open as his head dipped lower - his tongue extended.
She was torn between wanting to close her eyes, unable to bear the raw image of him tasting her, and storing up every second of their time together like a greedy squirrel h.o.a.rding nuts for winter. She jolted at the first brush of wetness across her inner folds. She squirmed when he circled her opening, then cried out as he dipped inside as delicately as a humming bird sipping at nectar. ”Sir!”
”Mmmmm.” His tongue deserted her entrance.
She groaned as agile, wet heat lashed at her c.l.i.t. From her elevated position, she could see his tongue moving over her bud. It was beyond her scope of experience, to watch and feel him feasting on her. ”I...oh, h.e.l.l...Dea-Sir....d.a.m.n it.” She knew she was babbling but couldn't tear her focus away from the fire burning in-between her legs.
The sharp slap against her thigh had her moaning and arching toward his mouth. It also told her even with his attention focused on his meal, he was aware of her slip. She grew wetter. Where the h.e.l.l had this man been hiding? She'd have never guessed her best friend hid this attention to detail under his easy going, good old boy att.i.tude.
Guess it goes to prove that it all depends upon the subject matter.
The sudden intrusion of two thick fingers into her p.u.s.s.y sent her thoughts scattering. She greedily clamped around the invading digits as pleasure burst over her. The thrust and drag of them as he finger-f.u.c.ked her, only sent her higher. Instinctively, she lifted towards them, tears welling in her eyes as she fought the need for more. Every thought, every sharp inhale was centered on her growing o.r.g.a.s.m. She trembled on the edge, her knuckles going white around the spindles. ”Sir, please.”
He lifted his head. ”It's not going to be that easy. You're going to have to work for it.” Pulling his fingers free, he made a production out of sucking them clean. Her womb clenched hard. Had she ever seen anything so erotic in her life?
”Mmmm...” He gave her rakish grin, then hooked his hands under her knees and pushed them towards her chest. She squeaked as her bottom left the bed. A protest built in her throat as he dipped his head once more, but this time considerably lower than before. If she could've jumped up from the bed she would've, when she felt the hot probe of his tongue against her a.n.u.s.
”What....Sir!” She gritted her teeth and her head tilted back, as he circled her bottom hole then pressed against it. Unfamiliar sensations filled her.
”You better not be closing those eyes, Bethany.” His warning was hoa.r.s.e but firm. Then he s.h.i.+fted his hold and braced her legs with one long forearm across the back of her thighs leaving one hand free while he resumed his teasing.
”No, Sir,” she panted, squirming each time the tip of his tongue breached her hole. How could he be doing this? It's dirty....
All thoughts of how deliciously wrong his actions were fell to the wayside when his thumb circled her c.l.i.t, sending a shard of sharp pleasure through her. She moaned and squeezed the spindles harder.
Oh G.o.d, if he keeps that up, I'm going to come.
But the small rational part of her remembered his rules no coming without permission. He owned her o.r.g.a.s.ms at least for the remainder of the week. She bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep the overwhelming need at bay. She wouldn't fail him this time. She couldn't!
”So good. So sweet.”
The sound and feel of his approval before his tongue made the leisurely lap from her a.n.u.s up to her c.l.i.t sent another wave of tingles through her p.u.s.s.y. Thankfully, his thumb abandoned the heart of her s.e.x, halting her o.r.g.a.s.m.
”Look at me.”
She lifted her head off the pillow and gazed between her thighs. Lying on his stomach with his weight on his elbows, and his lips slightly swollen and dripping wet with her juices, he looked like s.e.x incarnate.
”Good girl. Watch.” He made a show out of dipping his fingers inside her sheath and drawing out them out. In the sun-dappled room, they glistened. She held her breath. What was he doing? Would he lick them clean or do something else? Her heart leapt at the thought. At this point, she didn't care what he did as long as he continued to touch her.
”When I push in, I want you to push out,” were his only instructions before he pressed against her a.n.u.s. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she was quick to obey, despite the slight burn of his fingers stretching her a.s.s. She held her breath as he slipped what felt like three fingers inside her a.s.s.
”It burns...” she tried to focus on anything but the full feeling inside her bottom. ”I...don't know...if I can...do this.”
”Sure you can.” He nuzzled the inside of her thigh. ”And I'll help you.”
”Help me?” She barely managed to get the words out, before he filled her p.u.s.s.y with two fingers of the opposite hand and dipped his head once more. She gave a surprised shriek as he swirled his tongue over her c.l.i.t, then tugged at it erotically. ”Sir!”
She clenched down hard on his fingers, her o.r.g.a.s.m racing towards her like a freight train. She couldn't help it. She'd never felt so full in her life, nor had any man in the past ever explored the very depths of both orifices. Trying to pull back from his expert touch wasn't an option, nor was uttering her safeword she was screwed because she was going to come.
He made noises of encouragement in his throat as he drilled her c.l.i.t with the tip of his tongue. He obviously didn't care that she couldn't control herself. She jerked on the headboard, hoping to distract herself but nothing worked. Her thighs began to tremble against his shoulders as her body turned on her her self-control shattered. ”f.u.c.k!” Her eyes drifted shut and she threw her head back. ”Going to come!”