“You think at this moment I won’t wreck your bed to get loose and bury my dick in you, what you’ve been doin’ to me, six months without your body, six months without you, six months of nothing, you think wrong. Plug me. Suck me. And fuck me.”
He wasn’t saying no.
And I wasn’t wasting this opportunity.
“You got it, baby,” I whispered, then stroked his cock from base to tip with my tongue before I moved from the bed.
I had no idea what I was doing, except taking what he did to me as a guide.
So I made fast work of getting what I needed (something he had left when he left me, I thought callously; now I was glad I didn’t have to run to his truck because that would suck).
I came back to the bed and sucked his cock while I prepared him with oil. When I had him ready, I wrapped my hand around his cock, holding it to my mouth while I circled the tip with my tongue and pressed the tip of the plug to his ass.
I stopped circling. “Ready?”
“Do it,” he bit out through clenched teeth.
Suddenly, I was unsure.
He said he would do anything for me; he was using this to prove it, to prove I had his trust, to prove that meant something, to prove my trust meant something to him, to prove he loved me. But was that anything in the sense of doing something he didn’t want?
“Do you want this?”
“Do it,” he rumbled.
I pressed it in a bit.
His head fell back and the headboard moved forward and slammed back into the wall.
Maybe that wasn’t good.
I pulled it out, calling, “Deacon.”
His head jerked forward, his eyes burning, his face filled with need.
At the sight, my nipples tightened and my clit pulsed.
“Plug me, suck me, and fuck me, Cassidy.”
I put the tip to him again. “Tell me when you’re ready for more.”
“Drive it in.”
I blinked.
“Drive it in, Cassidy. Fill me and suck me.”
Oh my God.
My entire body spasmed.
“Are you sure?”
The bed moved with his buck.
“Fill…me.”
I held his eyes and drove it in.
His head shot back and his grunt reverberated around the room as the bed moved again with the violence of his reaction.
“Dea—”
His head shot forward.
“Suck me.”
I bent to him immediately.
I felt him tense all around me, certain the bed would fly apart, all the restricted power of him fighting to be unleashed.
I added a hand and stroked him tight while I sucked him hard, and when I did, I got a deep groan.
He liked this. He was getting off on this.
That knowledge affected me so deeply, I was about to put my hand between my legs or give up and ride him when his voice came at me, guttural.
“Twist it.”
I lifted my eyes to his but kept working his cock.
“The plug, Cassie, give me more. Jack me, suck me, and twist it.”
My nether regions convulsed but I did as he asked and watched his head fall back again. “Fuck yeah. Keep doin’ that shit, baby. Fuck.”
Oh yes, he liked this so much he was totally getting off on what I was giving him.
God, was this beauty what he felt when he did this to me?
He’d said it was. He’d said I’d get it when I had it.
I so got it.
I watched him, listened to him, sucked him, jacked him, twisted the plug, my sex now throbbing. Deacon at my mercy, Deacon taking what I was giving him, demanding it, getting off on it.
I took a chance, pulled the plug out, stretching him around the bulbous part, then I started gently stroking him with it.
The bed moved again with his buck and his head jerked up.
More need. More hunger.
God.
God.
It was a miracle I didn’t come with just one look.
“Don’t…stop,” he growled, voice harsh with the emotions in his face.
I fucked him gentle while jacking and sucking him hard. His head dropped back again and his legs strained powerfully against the ropes in a way I thought the bed would break loose.
I was losing it, getting into it, giving it to him, all of it harder, faster, when his head shot up again.
“Drive it in and climb on. Now, Cassie.”
With zero hesitation, I did as told, and when I was in position, I slammed down fast, taking him deep, my head falling back at the magnificence of him filling me.
God, I missed him.
Everything.
All of him.
Every inch.
“Ride wild,” he ordered.
I again did as I was told, riding wild, abandoned, moaning, mewing, whimpering, one hand going to my breast to roll my nipple, the other one between my legs to work my clit.
“Take what you need, baby, fast as you can so you come.”
I looked down at him, all of that power contained for me, all I knew he’d given to me, and fucked him harder.
“Need you to come,” he gritted, his whole body strung tight in a way I could actually see it.
“Then you’ll get what you need,” I whispered, rammed down on him, arched back and came. I did it moving on him. He liked when I rode his cum and he gave me what I liked when I was tied for him.
I returned the favor.
He’d been holding back. I knew this when I heard his grunted climax mingle with my whimpering cries as we both found it at the same time.
And it was marvelous.
The best I ever had.
But then again, with Deacon, it always was.
I dropped my head forward, resting a hand to his chest and trailing it lightly to his abs. I was still moving, slowly, taking him in and gliding him out, watching our connection.
He’d been right. I could do this for eternity, watching me take him.
It was beautiful.
“Untie me now and do it without losing my dick.”
I lifted my head when I heard his voice and moved immediately to do what he asked as best I could. He would never leave me tied if I didn’t want it, so I gave him the same.
It was kind of hard to keep his cock while I released his ankles, but by a miracle, it happened.
I barely got the last tie loose before I was on my back, Deacon on me and still inside.
“You know what I just gave to you?” he demanded, voice still rough from sex.
All my insides clutched.
“You didn’t like it,” I said and my voice was fragile with a thread of dread.
“Fuckin’ loved it,” he clipped.
“I…uh…” I stammered, confused as to the intensity of his mood.
“Still plugged for you, Cassidy.”
I blinked.
“Lyin’ on you, seated deep inside you, ass filled, for you.”