Page 42 of Deceive Me
He didn’t like the touch of doubt in her words, so he tried again. And again. A slow and easy rhythm set to drive her mad before he pushed her to orgasm. From the way she clenched around him and the gush of wet heat on his erection, he figured he must be doing something right.
And then he sucked a turgid nipple into his mouth.
Elliot exploded like he’d lit a bomb in her core. Maybe he had.
“Again, spitfire,” he growled. Switching sides, he locked the second nipple to the roof of his mouth and nursed hard.
“Ahhh!”
Elliot bucked, seeming unsure whether she wanted his sucking or his thrusts more. Deacon gave her both, harder and harder and harder until he was pounding against her clit and Elliot was clawing at his back. A tingle started at the base of his spine, shooting down to his balls, and he knew he was out of time. Releasing her breast, he licked his thumb and sought out her most sensitive spot. The hard nub strained from beneath its hood, seeming to eagerly await his touch. He gave it with a rough circling of the pad of his thumb.
“Deacon!”
“Come for me again, Elliot,” he demanded. “Come on.” A few more circles, a few more thrusts, neither on rhythm as pleasure broke him down, and the tension burst in Elliot’s body. Deacon let himself go, a quick flurry of thrusts drawing out Elliot’s climax until he joined her in free fall.
When sanity finally returned and he opened his eyes, he realized he’d gone limp over Elliot’s body. Too heavy. Shoving his hands under her hips, he quickly rolled them over until she was splayed atop him.
Elliot moaned but didn’t seem inclined to move, not until he softened enough that his retreat released a gush of fluid between them. Then she startled. “What… Oh God.”
He rubbed his palm down her spine. “Hmm?”
“We didn’t use a condom.”
The words were like a brick upside the head. Shit, of course they hadn’t. He hadn’t. He glanced around frantically as if he could find a way to fix his mistake, but it was far too late and he forced himself to relax.
“God, Elliot, I’m sorry.” He rubbed his chin along the top of her head, his thumb against the hollow at the base of her spine, needing to soothe her as much as himself. “My only excuse is that it’s not something I’ve had to worry about for a long time. Years. I— Really—”
Elliot raised a hand to cover his mouth. “You know, sometimes you chatter like a girl.”
He bit her fingers lightly. When she jerked them back, he tried again. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, Deacon. I’m on birth control. No little soldiers running around down there will find a permanent home.”
That was one way of seeing it. And though she didn’t ask, he knew he was clean—Julia had been his only lover. “It doesn’t matter. I should’ve taken care of you.”
“I’m a big girl. I take care of myself.”
You shouldn’t have to. He didn’t say the words aloud, though. Elliot was liable to kick him in parts he had no way of protecting right now.
“So…” How to phrase this delicately? “Do you usually forgo a condom?” He knew from the reports in her file that she saw a doctor regularly, and though the detailed results weren’t included, the summaries had indicated no known diseases.
Two fingers sifted through the hair on his chest, circled his nipple, tugged gently.
Did that mean yes?
He’d opened his mouth to ask again when Elliot finally spoke. “The only time I was with someone, no, we didn’t use a condom. I was a teenager, and the thought never even occurred to me.”
But Elliot was twenty-four now. “Only one?” Did he want to know? He shook his head. “No, don’t answer that. It’s not my business.”
“Only one,” she said, ignoring his command. “When the people in charge found out, I was punished. I never saw him again.”
Jesus. He remembered from her file that she was an orphan, which meant she’d likely been in the foster care system. He could understand removing someone, but it didn’t sound as if Elliot had had a lot of affection in her life.
“Why no one since?”
She shrugged, the action rubbing her breasts against his skin. He fought back a groan. “I learned my lesson a little too well, I guess.”
She had, though maybe not the lesson she thought she’d learned. She’d been punished for having sex, but what she’d learned was that giving herself to anyone led to pain. The thought gutted him. When Elliot shifted again, he realized he’d clenched his fingers into her hip. It took conscious effort to relax his hold.
