“What are you doing?” Her mouth is at my ear, tugging it with her teeth.
“Taking you to bed.”
20
Angel
“Favorite Green Day song?” Deacon kisses a line along my jaw, and I’m vibrating with freshly fucked happiness and so much love.
He’s between my thighs, propped on his elbows, and we’re both naked in an enormous California king-sized bed surrounded by soft white sheets and a silky beige duvet.
After our conversation about missing out on the little things, he decided we needed to catch up on all the minutiae of teen life we missed.
Sitting forward, I trace my lips along his brow. “American Idiot.” Then I drop back, shaking my head. “No… no, no… Boulevard of Broken Dreams.”
We both sing at once, “I walk a lonely road…”
“Good one.” He gives me that killer smile, the dimple ghosting his cheek. He is so damn fine. “Your turn.”
“Uh…” I try to think. “Favorite Nicholas Cage movie?”
His brow lowers over those devastatingly blue eyes. “Was that a thing?”
“Sure! He’s made a buttload of movies.” I remember all the guys going on about him in Into the Spider-Verse.
“Hm.” He looks around. “He was the dark Spider-Man in Spider-Verse, but that was more recent…”
“Oh my lord, you all know that one!”
He blinks at me a crooked grin on his cheeks, and my stomach flips. “Who’s we all?” I love his sexy, teasing voice. I love having him between my legs, making love whenever we want. “Spill it, Carmelita.”
“Boys. All you boys.” I can’t resist. “I’m not your aunt.”
His forehead drops to my stomach. “How can you work for her?”
He rolls onto his back, and I curl up beside him like a cat, using my foot to pull the sheet a little lower so I can admire the lines of muscle in his stomach, the V leading past his waist. I’m lost in a haze of lust when he gives my shoulder a little nudge.
“Hey…”
“Huh? Oh, your aunt.” Stretching higher, I kiss his cheek. “She’s paying me very well.”
“Good.” He stretches his arm out, wrapping it around me. “You’re worth every penny.”
“You’re so sweet to me.”
“I’m not sweet. I’m honest. Now, what’s yours?”
“What?”
“Favorite Nicholas Cage movie.”
“Oh!” My head drops to the side, and I exhale trying to think. “Raising Arizona… No! No no… Moonstruck.”
He chuckles, and rolling forward into his chest, I meet his eyes. “Why are you laughing?”
“You do that every time.” He looks at me like he’s done since I arrived.
He starts with my eyes, gazing into them with so much feeling, then he goes along my hairline, down my neck to my shoulders, my breasts… It’s like a slow, loving touch, memorizing everything about me.
“Look at me.” I lift my gaze to his blue eyes burning bright. “You are my family. It’s only you and me. Always.”
This guy.
Rising onto my knees, I straddle his waist, leaning across his chest to press my lips to his. “Nothing can keep us apart.”
I feel his dick stirring at my backside, and I want to slide lower, to put him in my mouth and blow his mind.
Instead, he grips my upper arms. “Ride me.”
It’s a rough order, and I’m instantly wet. A hot breath escapes my parted lips, and reaching behind me, I grip him, hard and thick in my hand, sliding up and down as his jaw tightens. Guiding my body over his, I line us up and drop. His eyes close with a low groan.
He’s watching me, dark and intense, and I want to put on a show. I want him to come so hard. I straighten, arching my back and rocking my hips faster on his dick. I cup my breasts, lifting them and making them full and round. His blue eyes follow my movements, and tingles spread beneath my skin, down my legs.
I move faster, back and forth, and the friction of my clit against his shaft has me losing control. He lifts his hips, driving deeper into me as I lean back, placing my hands in his thighs and sliding faster, faster…
He sits up in the bed, catching a hard nipple in his mouth and giving it a firm suck. It registers straight to my core, and I gasp on the edge of orgasm.
“Oh, yeah…” It’s a strangled whisper.
His fingers lightly trace my ass as I move. “So fucking hot…”
He slips a hand between us, rubbing his thumb over my clit, and I electrify at the sensation.
“Deacon…” It’s a frantic moan. His finger moves faster, making me jerk with every pass.
His dick slides higher, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. He doesn’t stop, and I’m losing focus. My vision blurs.
“Oh, God… Don’t stop. Don’t…” I’m rising on my knees, bouncing on his dick as instinct takes over.
My stomach twists, feral noises scrape from my throat. Every nerve in my body is on fire, and I ride his cock until I break.
Like touching an electric fence, my body jerks and shudders. He grips my ass in both hands, holding me against him as he groans deep, pulsing and filling me. His fingers cut into my skin, and I hold him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
His body trembles, and I feel him moving inside me. His heart beats hard against my breast, and he’s breathing in my ear. Kissing my hair, loosening his grip.
My arms are tight around him, and his arms band around my waist, holding me flush to him. Our breathing moves in time. I lower my cheek to his shoulder, and I’m sure I’m on another planet, another world where the only things that exist are this beautiful man and the love we share.
How could that ever be wrong? Why should we pay for the sins of our fathers?
I don’t like that thought crowding my blissed-out state, but our reality is only a few hours away, and while we can’t pretend forever, we can pretend for a few days…
“Turn to your side.” My eyes sweep Deacon’s nude torso. As I drag the kohl pencil down my large sketch pad.
“At least it’s warm.” He quips. One leg is bent, and a small towel covers his lap. “I wonder where you’re planning to hang this one.”
I’m shading the lines of his muscles, the planes of his shoulders, when I realize he’s teasing me. “Do you need a break?”
“I’m good.” A sly smile curls his lips, and my favorite dimple catches my eyes, distracting me for a moment before I get back to work.
Sliding my hand along the page, I return to the smooth highlight of his pecs… his beautiful body. My eyes narrow as I look at him again, so unaware of himself sitting there naked and amazing.
“I’ve never had someone sit for me before outside of class.”
He looks up from his phone. “Good.”
It’s so emphatic, I laugh. “Good?”
“I don’t want you looking like that at other guys.”
“Looking like what?”
His eyebrow arches. “Like you’re all flushed.”
“You make it hard to concentrate.”