Page 44 of Kissing Danger

Slowly, always looking for any sign of discomfort, I pressed one finger inside him, breaching that virgin ring of muscles for the first time. Based on Deacon’s stories of his past exploits, it was the only part of him that hadn’t been touched. While I didn’t care about his previous experiences, virginity had never mattered to me much, I was proud to claim this one part of him.

He was incredibly tight, and one finger barely managed to fit. I could tell from the sound of his voice that he was uncomfortable even though my finger was only halfway in. My other hand sped up on his cock, trying to draw his attention away from the intrusion and replace discomfort with pleasure.

It seemed to work. His moans turned soft and breathless once again, and he even pushed his hips back against me, forcing my finger deeper all on his own.

Once I was inside him up to the last knuckle, I curled my finger and started searching for the one spot I knew would make everything better.

Usually, for someone’s first time, it took a little finding, but Deacon’s body seemed eager for pleasure. I found the correct spot almost immediately. As soon as I touched that sensitive gland, his whole back arched and he cried out.

“What?” he gasped as he clawed at the table and clung to the rifle that he was still laying half-sprawled across. “That’s what it feels like? Fuck!”

Any further words were cut off when I started thrusting my finger in and out of him, making sure to hit that sweet spot every time. Soon, his inexperienced muscles loosened up enough to allow for a smooth slide, and I added a second finger inside him.

He let out a high-pitched moan, then silenced himself by biting his own arm.

My hand on his cock stopped. Removing it out of the confines of his pants, I grabbed his hair and pulled his head away from his arm.

“Oh, no. Don’t silence yourself. There’s no one here but me to hear you, and I want all of your noises.”

He whimpered and nodded as best he could with my hand tangled in his hair. His lips were bitten red and glistened with spit from his panting.

I kissed him deeply, pushing my tongue into his mouth at the same time I started thrusting my fingers inside him faster. His desperation tasted so sweet that I didn’t want to let him go, but I had more plans for him.

Breaking the kiss and releasing his hair, I slid my hand back into the front of his pants to take his cock into my grip once again.

I timed the movement of my hands, stroking his cock at the same pace as I fingered him. The pleasure must have bombarded him from both sides, and I could feel him quickly approaching his climax. Every muscle in his body seized, and his feet actually left the floor to flail wildly, leaving all his weight resting on the table.

Both of my hands sped up, pushing him harder and faster to draw out his orgasm as long as possible. He was openly sobbing by the time it ended, his spend spilling over my fist to coat the inside of his underwear, but there was obvious delight dancing in his eyes.

I removed my hands from him but didn’t step away as I let him catch his breath. He seemed so worn out, I expected him to remain draped boneless over the table for some time. However, he surprised me by immediately planting his feet on the floor and standing. Turning in my arms to face me, he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me into a hungry kiss.

I’d barely started to reciprocate before he pulled away and looked at me with a smirk.

“My turn.”

Before I could ask him what he meant, he dropped to his knees and pawed at my fly.

There was just enough time for me to grab the edge of the table with both hands before he succeeded in his quest. With the confidence of a professional, he pulled my cock free and swallowed it down.

Deacon hadn’t been lying when he claimed to be very experienced with this aspect of sex. He didn’t gag at all as he took me deep enough to hit the back of his throat, and his tongue moved with such agility that it seemed twice as long as it actually was.

In just a few moments, I was grasping the table so tightly that my knuckles cracked. I was torn between two different desires. Part of me wanted to throw my head back and close my eyes to fully focus on the pleasure assaulting my body, while another part of me wanted to keep my eyes open to watch every movement of Deacon’s head bobbing between my legs.

I finished embarrassingly quickly. The warmth of his mouth mixed with the squeeze of his throat was pure heaven, and the dexterity of his lips and tongue caused my blood to boil in my veins. In less than a minute, my orgasm ripped through me with a violent force and I erupted in his throat, Deacon humming his appreciation as he happily took all that I had to give him.

I’d been shot with bullets that packed less punch.

Deacon stood from the cold floor with a smug grin on his lips, but he didn’t stay smiling for long. As soon as he was off his knees, I pressed him back against the table and claimed his mouth for my own, uncaring of the taste of myself on his tongue.

There was no contest. Every other partner I’d ever had was officially wiped from my mind. Even if Deacon and I could never do more than this, I would be satisfied, but based on today’s experience, I had hope that we would be able to take that final step very soon.

CHAPTER 15

Deacon

It had only beena few months since my last fashion showcase, yet I was more nervous now than I had been before. This was my first event as theFantaisistelead designer. It had to be perfect. So far, everything was going smoothly. No dead models turned up in the closets. Yet, my heart still pounded in my chest as the clock counted down.

“Hey,” Oliver said from where he was standing next to me in the prep room. “You okay? Your hands are shaking.”

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