Page 90 of Without You

There’s a slight shake in my hands as I begin to remove my clothing. There’s always going to be things we need to talk about and reasons we should slow things down, but none of that exists right now. I have unfettered access to this broken beauty of a man, and nothing is going to stop me from being as close to him as I possibly can.

When I’ve got nothing left on but my pants, Deacon takes my actions as his own personal cue. After toeing off my shoes and stripping off my socks, I step into Deacon’s personal space, enjoying the show.

The shape of his long, thick cock presses beautifully against the fabric of his sweats.

I reach for it and he hisses. His ability to be turned on by me—turned on by another man—without a single care in the world blows my mind.

He’s unmistakably hard forme. He’s never done any of this with anybody else butme, and I want to ride that high and never come down.

One hand now cups his cock, rubbing my palm up and down his length while the other does the exact same thing to my own dick.

“Take them off,” Deacon demands.

Wanting to see him in all his glory first, I clumsily pull down his pants and boxers, and he pushes them to the floor, quickly stepping out of them.

When his gaze returns to mine, he smirks. “I meant take yours off.”

With my fingers now circled around him, I lazily jerk him a few times. “Sorry, as you can see, my hands are rather busy.”

Big hands grip onto my waistband, roughly dragging the layers of material over my ass, freeing my shaft and letting the offending sweats drop to the floor.

Without hesitation, his hand mirrors mine, and the contact is all the invitation I need to crash my mouth to his. With teeth and tongues, the kiss is harsh and unyielding as we both continue to stroke each other into oblivion. When I need more, I push him toward the bed, hovering till he falls back. “Get in the middle,” I rasp.

He wastes no time adhering to my command, laying there stark naked, cock in hand, pumping himself with a delicious rhythm.

Crawling onto the bed, I stop when I’m on all fours between his widely spread legs. I lock eyes with him and remove his hand from his shaft, placing it beside him and giving him a silent order not to touch himself.

I lower my mouth to the defined dip in his abdominal muscles, licking and kissing his skin. I completely ignore his dick, and the strangled groan that sounds from the back of Deacon’s throat tells me he isn’t pleased.

Tracing the details of his body with my tongue, I move up his torso, giving extra attention to his nipples.

“Don’t ever take these out,” I say in between licks. “They drive me fucking wild.”

“Driveyouwild?” he pants. “I’m about to lose my goddamned mind if you don’t touch me soon.”

I make my way higher, biting his neck, and sucking on his earlobes. When my cock grazes his, his hips buck off the bed, desperate for friction.

“Easy, baby,” I whisper. Slipping my hand between us, I circle a hand around us both. “I got you.”

We’re both dripping with pre-come and the moisture turns the already delicious grind against one another into an erotic dream.

I make my way to his mouth as my hand strokes us faster. My tongue plunges into his mouth, catching the hoarse cry that slips between his lips.

My balls begin to tighten, and I know there’s only so long I’ll be able to hold on. Pulling away from Deacon, I’m now straddling his body, both of us blessed with the perfect view of our arousal.

Deacon’s hand joins mine, and the added extra pressure is enough to light up every single one of my nerve endings.

Heavy lidded eyes meet mine, and we both divide our attention between our faces and the salacious mess we’re making with our cocks. My legs are on his, our hands around us, his eyes smoldering, and our bodies close to combustion.

Our strokes become fast and frantic as nothing but moans and groans fill the air around us. Every muscle in my body clamps up as I use my other hand to roll our balls around together.

The sensation seems to tip Deacon over the edge as he grunts through his release. “Fuuuuuuck.”

He arches his back, his corded throat bending beautifully as his head presses back into the pillow, and creamy streams of come decorate his perfectly sculpted stomach.

It’s a picture worth a thousand fucking words, and all I need for my orgasm to quickly follow. A loud shout erupts from my mouth while our dicks pulsate in my hand, and my come surges out, desperate to sit pretty with his.

Exhaustion rips through me, my head hanging between my shoulders, my hand pressed into the mattress, doing its best to hold up my weak, sated body.

---