Page 22 of Trust and Obey

His fingers tightened again in my hair, not pushing me down or yanking me around like some guys did. Just holding me as if he needed an anchor.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard with a wet sound as I came back up.

“Oh… oh. It’s good,” Deacon murmured, fingers clenching and unclenching against my scalp. “It’s so fucking good, Kendall…”

The muscles under his skin were rock hard. His hips made aborted tiny movements like every instinct told him to thrust into the tight warm heat of my mouth and he was holding back by sheer will alone.

I didn’t want him holding back. I wanted this man completely undone.

Pulling off him with one final suck, I crawled up next to him and kissed him, hard. My mouth over his, I fisted his wet cock hard and fast, giving him no time to come down.

He groaned, one arm coming to wrap around me with bruising strength. His hips bucked and outside thunder rolled.

He came hard, chest heaving, clinging onto me. I stroked him through his pleasure.

“Fuck,” he gasped, leaning back, eyes dazed.

I grinned and dropped a kiss on the side of his mouth while I went off to find a warm towel to clean up.

Deacon had regained his breath by the time I returned.

He pulled me close, and we cuddled for a few minutes. Outside, the skies had opened up. Heavy rain drummed on the villa rooftop, and through the windows I saw lights of other buildings blazing orange and yellow like stars in the foliage. It seemed everyone was bunking in for the afternoon. That and the smell of rain gave the room a cozy atmosphere.

Deacon kissed the side of my neck. I tilted my head to give him access, feeling relaxed but very much still aroused. I had always gotten off on giving good head, and my aching dick wasn’t going to let me forget about it any time soon.

Deacon’s hand drifted down to press against my crotch. I let out a breath and caught my lower lip between my teeth. His attention to my neck became rougher, with an edge of teeth.

I circled my hips against him, swallowing down a whine. I wanted to take it slow with him, but at the same time my body was aching to get off.

“Do you want to take to this to the bedroom?” Deacon asked.

“Oh hell yes.” I looked down and saw his dick was regaining interest, too. He was half hard. Good recovery time. I was impressed.

His grin had the air of a predator. “I’m making up for lost time.”

“No complaints here,” I murmured.

We kissed on our way to the bedroom, shedding the last of our clothing on the way.

Outside there was another crack of lightning—very close now—followed by a renewed downpour. It was as if nature itself was adding a drumbeat to my own rapidly beating heart.

Naked, Deacon more or less pushed me to the bed. I let him, loving his strength, the feel of him over me. Our bodies slid together, skin against skin. His erection ground hard and hot against my leg and I was so hard that it hurt.

His hand closed over my sensitive cock. I swore, hissed, and pulled him down for another kiss as he began stroking me. Damn, the man was nearly as good with his hands as I was.

But I didn’t want to come. Not like this. Not yet.

“Come on,” I breathed and with effort gripped his wrist and stilled it. “I want you to come inside me. You good with that? You wanna fuck me?”

Deacon briefly stilled and then kissed me hard, driving his tongue inside my mouth like a promise.

“Yeah,” he agreed, pulling back but gripping me tight, his fingernails digging in. His eyes were wild and dark with lust. It looked like I had hit a button. Perfect. “Yeah, you got lube?”

I snorted out a laugh, and it helped center me a little. Brought me back a few steps from the edge. “Deacon sweetie, we are an all-inclusive resort.”

Then I rolled out of his embrace to the nightstand. The bottom drawer held a tasteful stock of supplies: a couple varieties of condoms and packets of lube.

Deacon practically snatched it from my hands and was on me again.

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