Page 82 of Without You

He’s pushing us inside before I even utter the last word. He slams the door behind him, and I slam him up against the hard wood, ignoring the discomfort of our clothes, unable to think of anything else but his mouth on mine. Needing the connection. Needing the taste. Needinghim.

Rough and urgent, we meet in a brutal collision. He tastes like coffee and Deacon as his lips greet mine while my tongue welcomes his. Starved for one another, there’s no time for soft and tender. I use all my weight to lean into him. I’m met with a hard chest and an even harder dick, grinding against mine. His strength meets my force, and it’s everything I love about being with a man.

My lips move down across his stubbly jaw, running up and down his neck and back to his mouth. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes,” I murmur against his skin.

My eager fingers fumble with the layers, irritation tempting me to just rip them off his body. The heavy jacket finally comes off, followed by a black and white hoody. He’s got a white wife beater underneath and I pull my head back to look up at him in frustration.

“What?” he says smugly. “It’s fucking winter, it’s cold.”

My hands slip underneath the material, pushing it up his torso as I enjoy the feel of his bare skin against mine. His body is like a work of art; hard planes, deep lines and... nipple piercings?

“You had these under here the whole fucking time?” I say incredulously, my mouth nipping at his earlobe while I roll the new found metal in between my fingers.

“I didn’t realize advertising them would get this kind of reaction.”

Impatient, I bunch the material up to Deacon’s neck, and he raises his arms in the air for me to take it all the way off.

Throwing it on the floor, I look at his hands in the air. “Keep them up there,” I demand.

He raises an eyebrow, and I cock my head at him in challenge. Offering me the sexiest smirk, he does as I’ve asked and then captures my lips with his own.

When I suck on his tongue, his hips buck into mine. Lowering one of my arms between us, I cup his shaft with my hand and stroke him through his pants.

“Fuuuuck,” he rasps.

My mouth eats up every delicious groan before resuming my exploration of his now half-naked body. I make my way down his throat, skim across his collarbone, and lower my head to one of his nipples.

My tongue swirls around the silver barbell while my hand continues to deliciously torture his thick, hard cock. I switch my attention to the other one when I feel a hand in my hair, pushing my head closer.

I peer up at him, the view of his control slipping enough to make me want to stick my own hand down my pants.

“Like that?” I tease.

“You’ve got no fucking idea,” he pants.

My mouth continues to trail down his abs, the light smattering of his hair ghosting across my lips. By the time I reach his waistband, I’m on my knees looking up at him.

His chest is heaving in anticipation, his eyes glazed over with desire, his body trembling with need—he’s a goddamned vision.

Despite every single molecule inside my body wanting my mouth on his cock, I stop to give him time to think about it.

“We don’t have to go any further,” I tell him. “I know it’s different—”

Wordlessly, his hand lands on the top of my head, tilting it back, so I’m looking right up at him.

“I’m not questioning this,” he says. “Not one single fucking part of it.”

I give him a subtle nod, keeping my eyes on his. We stare at each other as my hands undo the tie on his sweats and drag them down his thighs. He’s wearing black cotton boxer briefs that can barely contain the bulge he’s sporting.

Without even thinking, I press my mouth to his hard shaft, lightly running my teeth over the material, my gaze refusing to waver from his.

I both feel and watch his stomach tighten when I pull the fabric down to meet his pants. His hard cock springs out, skin tight around the crown, the heady erection slapping against his stomach.

It’s impressive. In perfect proportion to the rest of his built body, his dick is the fucking icing on the cake.

Desperate to see every single one of his reactions, I watch him as I wrap a hand around his thick girth and stick my tongue out to swirl the head of his cock.

I hear a thud as his head drops back onto the door, and an unmissable hiss leaves his mouth when I spear my tongue into his leaking slit.

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