Page 81 of Trust and Obey

“I think… that sounds like a good idea, but I don’t want my own bed,” I said breathlessly.

His face lit into a brilliant grin. He kissed me again, practically picking me up and pulling me into his lap.

“But I meant,” I said lightly against his lips, “that I wanted to see your bedroom first.”

“I know, but I had to offer.” Then, in an effortless show of strength, he wrapped his arms under my ass and lifted me up. As easy as if I weighed as much as a feather.

I let out a laugh, wrapping my legs around his waist for stability. He grinned up at me. “Shall I take you to my room?”

I nodded vigorously and, my arms looped around his neck. I nibbled at his ear. “It’s so hot how you can manhandle me.”

I don’t remember much of the walk to the bedroom. I was sure one day these hallways would become as familiar as the buildings and pathways back in the resort, or the ones in my childhood home. Now though, it didn’t matter. My eyes were all for Deacon.

In the bedroom, he set me down on my feet. We stripped each other naked piece by piece, hands fondling, groping, as we exchanged heated kisses.

With a grin and a light shove, Deacon pushed me to sit on the edge of his giant four-poster bed. Then he knelt to his knees in front of me, his hands running up my legs, and parting my knees. “I want to suck your cock,” he said. “If I make you come, can you go again for me?”

“Yes,” I breathed, and slid my hand to the back of his neck.

Not that Deacon needed any guidance. He leaned forward eagerly to take my cock into his mouth.

The warmth of his soft tongue lathing under my cock head took me by surprise. I made a strangled noise and Deacon looked up, pulling off long enough to smile.

“Don’t hide your pleasure from me,” he said. “I want to hear it.”

I’ll never hide anything from you again, I promised myself.

He dipped his head to swallow my cock down again. I moaned, loud and long. He hummed with his own pleasure, fisting his erection, obviously getting off on the sound.

So, I gave him what he wanted and didn’t hold back. At a nudge, I fell back onto the bed.

The fingers of his free hand reached up to circle lightly around my hole.

I shivered, feeling my balls tighten up. My hand tightened on the back of his neck, shoving him down and myself up into the warm heat of his mouth.

“Deacon,” I whispered, running my hands back through his hair, messing it up. I was so close, and when Deacon’s finger breached my hole, catching on the rim, the sensation went straight to my cock.

I came with a cry, back arching, hand clenching on his scalp.

Deacon swallowed me down through it, like a pro.

Breathing hard, he crawled up and captured my mouth against his own. I tasted myself on his tongue.

“I’m sorry,” I started to say because apologizing had long ago become a reflex.

He stopped me with a shake of his head and a smile. “I wanted you to come. You’re beautiful. So beautiful.” He dipped his head and kissed me again. I didn’t think it was possible, but I fell even more in love with this beautiful, giving man.

His cock was so hard it looked like it must have hurt. I reached for him, but he gently batted me away, crawling over around me briefly to reach a nearby dresser drawer.

I heard the snap of a cap of lube and grinned weakly to myself.

I raised my knees, feet flat on the bed, and welcomed Deacon back into the cradle of my arms. My spent cock gave a valiant twitch.

Deacon kissed me hard as his slick fingers breached me again. I welcomed him in, hissing in surprise as he hit my prostate almost right away.

“Too much?” Deacon asked, solicitous as always.

I shook my head. “Keep going. I want all of it—want all you can give me.”

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