Page 49 of Trust and Obey

“Yeah. Great idea.” My lips caught his bottom lip. “You’re full of good ideas, you know that?”

“I’ve been told,” he murmured as he unzipped my fly.

His warm, rough hand fisted my cock. Dipping his head, he pressed soft kisses to the column of my throat. When my own free hand found his crotch, he scraped his teeth against my Adam’s apple.

The slight spike of pain kindled my desire. I rolled my hips into his hand. He shoved his still-clothed erection against my palm.

It took a few agonizing moments to remember how to work a zipper, then he was hot and heavy in my hand.

We stroked each other off roughly, trading messy kisses and hitched breaths. With a flex of his muscles, Deacon rolled up so that he held himself over me with one arm braced over my head. He bucked into my hand with that strong, maddening rhythm I was coming to know so well.

I was close already, and he gave me no time to catch my breath. He stroked me hard and fast, pulling me over the edge. I cried out my climax against his shoulder, losing my own rhythm on him as pleasure crested over me.

“God, you’re so... so beautiful,” Deacon gasped, taking himself in his own hand. I let out a weak protest, but he grinned and pushed my nerveless fingers away.

He stroked himself easily, staring at me like he was a man starving and I was the last meal.

I tried to apologize for losing my grip on him, but he kissed it away. “I like seeing you wild under me,” he said.

I smiled back at him and tried not to preen. “How would you like to see me wild over you?”

His eyes darkened. “Oh?”

“I wanna ride your cock,” I said bluntly, but then a yawn hit me out of nowhere. I covered my mouth and when it was over, smiled sheepishly. “Maybe a little later, though. And after I’ve had something to eat.”

As if on cue, Deacon’s own stomach rumbled. We both laughed.

We cleaned up and made our way out of the cave. After making sure there was no one to see, Deacon threw an arm around my shoulders.

“That was nice,” I said, looking back the way I came.

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Just nice?”

“I meant the tide pool viewing,” I answered, pinching his side in mock outrage. Then I sobered a little, becoming reflective. “I’ve been here for years, and I’ve never bothered to do something like that.”

“How long?” Deacon asked abruptly.

I froze and considered brushing the question away, or even making something up. I didn’t speak about my personal history for good reasons.

At the same time, what could this hurt? It wasn’t like Deacon knowing my employment history would lead him back to my father’s crimes.

“Believe it or not, this is the only place I have ever worked. I started the day after I turned eighteen.” I nodded to the east side of the island. “We all started as porters—basic grunt work, but then I sort of apprenticed under a masseuse, and, well, the rest is history.”

“You didn’t mind being away from your family?”

Inwardly, I cringed. “I’ve been on my own since I was a kid. We aren’t close.” My voice was flat, and I didn’t elaborate further than that.

Thankfully, Deacon seemed to get the hint and dropped it.

Smart man.

Eventually, we made our way back to the villa. I was surprised to find a food cart waiting at Deacon’s front door.

“Oh,” Deacon said with a laugh. “I forgot that I preordered the meal. One of the porters must have brought up.”

Most likely, it had been Elle. I would have to thank her later and straighten a few things out with her and Sam like I had promised.

In the meantime, the already delivered meal made my life a lot simpler. I shared a plate of steak and potatoes with Deacon.

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