Boys Next Door. Sommer Marsden

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       Chapter Seven

      He slid into me on one of those moments where you both go still. Where it all boils down to heartbeats and fast breathing. Then I yanked him by that dark unruly hair and smiled when he said ‘fuck’. When I kissed him, I poured all my arousal into it and wrapped my legs tight around his waist.

      Deke slowed down, pulling back to watch my face. To shake his head and give me a half-smile when I said, ‘Faster. Please.’

      And he said, ‘No. It was fast last time. Not now.’

      My insides roiled at the control in his voice – in his authority. He had shifted some. Becoming a bit more self-assured and serious than the man who’d just been teasing me. I pulled him with my legs and he stilled.

      ‘Are you going to behave, Farrell?’

      The absence of friction had me on the brink of insanity. My pussy was tender and swollen, my labia singing with blood. I needed him to move. Immediately.

      ‘I will. I will behave,’ I stammered. I would have promised him anything at all in that moment.

      Somehow the tables had turned from me calling the shots to me begging him. Tingling excitement surged along my skin, driving my flesh to rise up in goose bumps.

      ‘Put your arms up for me, sweetheart.’ He buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. Then pressing his lips to my pulse point, he rotated his hips just so. Rocking into me so that my pussy grew tighter and tighter – unbearably tight. The sharp bite of his pelvic bone to my clit made me mindlessly thrust upward.

      But I didn’t come.

      I put my hands up suddenly like I was under arrest. Had I been in a more humorous mood, I’d have laughed at myself. But I was desperate. Desperate for him to tip me past my line so I could have an orgasm. So I could come with him deep inside of me. So I could feel my body eagerly lapping at his. So I could maybe, hopefully, wonderfully, push him past his limit and he’d come too.

      Deke smiled at me and clamped his large hands down on my wrists. Manacling them with his own flesh to the back of the sofa. Scrolled wood, vintage fabric – how many memories were trapped in this piece of furniture?

      And now I was adding my own. My first fuck in my new house. A hell of a house-warming.

      He began a hypnotising rhythm of withdrawing – almost all the way – before plunging back in. When he backed off, the tip of him rubbed along the slick ring of my opening. When he plunged deep the friction made me shimmy under him – locked in my own needful dance.

      I pulled at him with my legs, locking my ankles to try and make him do my bidding. He laughed at me.

      ‘I’m stronger than you,’ he whispered, locking his hips to that I couldn’t force him forward no matter how much I tried.

      I tugged again, my legs shaking with the effort, my cunt fraught with need. Deke stayed still.

      When I loosened my locked legs, he did that back and forth thing with his hips that made me whimper. When I dropped my legs down and splayed them wider for him, he thrust deep. When I sighed aloud, relaxing completely under him, his hands clamped a bit tighter on my wrists; prompting a rush of arousal so strong it stole my breath. And then he started to fuck me in earnest.

      It was when I truly surrendered to him, that he gave me what I needed.

      One hand unlocked from my wrist for a moment to shove a throw pillow under my ass. When I was tilted that way, tipped up to take him, everything that was good became great. All the things he did that were pleasant became utterly sweet.

      He only had to rock against me a few more times and I was coming, his mouth soft on mine, his hands a bit rough – the perfect amount.

      My orgasm tapered off in soft lilting waves. Then he released my arms and replaced the pillow with his hands. Gripping me hard by my bottom he drove into me. Intent and a bit animalistic now that I’d had my pleasure. Now he was going to get his.

      I let my head fall back and braced myself with my elbows, rising up with my lower body to take him in. When he was seated fully in me, I gripped my cunt up tight around him, using those muscles so as to get him to make that noise. That noise that turned me inside out.

      When he came, a slew of unintelligible words falling from his sensual lips, I came again. It was small and sugary and more due to the look on his face than anything. That look of a man caught in a moment of bliss, unable to control himself – and okay with it.

      He dropped his head, catching his breath. I couldn’t help but smile. Or help running my fingers over the lean band of muscles over his hips. He shivered when I touched him and those dark eyes opened, flaring with spent but still present arousal.

      ‘That was even better than the elevator.’

      ‘It was. So …’ I touched him again just to see that minor quake in his muscles. ‘Is this how you greet all the newcomers?’

      He chuckled, stroking my ankle bone with his thumb before straightening up and stretching. ‘What newcomers? And no.’

      ‘Pizza?’ I sighed, watching him gather his jeans. The man should have been carved from stone he was that well put together. He tied off the condom and disappeared to the powder room.

      ‘I was thinking pie and wine!’ he called. Emerging from the small room and wiping his hands on the tail of his shirt, he said,’ Sorry, I’ve been in this house. So I just …’ He pointed toward the tiny bathroom.

      ‘No worries. I like that you seem at home. It means it’s a nice home.’

      ‘Nicer now,’ he said. He curled a finger at me. ‘Come, child. Best peach pie ever. She puts up the peaches when they’re at their ripest so she can make the pies all fall and winter long.’

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