Caged

by Lorelei James

  family shit. I don’t want that to happen to us.”

  “Different situation.” But Deacon and Ronin were even more similar than she’d thought, and it spooked her, to be honest. But right now Deacon didn’t need to hear her fears.

  “True. But all the money in the world won’t give me back my brother.”

  Molly kissed his cheek, her heart heavy for this man who’d lost so much. “So I hope you keep Dante alive in your memories, Deacon. Anytime you want to talk about him, feel free.”

  “You might regret that you offered that.”

  “Never. But I am slacking on the massage I offered you.” She returned to her position on her knees above his butt, rubbing, pushing, and working his muscles until her hands were sore. Then she bent forward, using her tongue to trace the feathers and swirls inked on his skin.

  Deacon reared up. “Dammit, Molly. Warn a guy.”

  “I’m gonna lick your tattoos, Deacon.” She loved the taste of his skin. Salty, with the musk of sex. She loved the way he smelled. Warm, manly, with the underlying scent of clean cotton sheets. She scraped her teeth down the side of his neck and across his shoulder, absorbing his shudder like a full-body kiss. “And when I’m done with the back, I’ll flip you over and work on the front.”

  He turned his head. “What goes around comes around. You lick me? I’m gonna lick you.”

  The hot, sexual warning blazing in his eyes sent goose bumps cascading down her spine.

  “You play with my chest? I’m gonna play with yours.”

  “Why are you telling me this?”

  “During the five days we were apart, I promised myself when I got you back in my bed, I was gonna kick up the kink.”

  Molly’s pulse spiked, and she knew he’d felt it when he chuckled. Wanting him to show her that kink, she rubbed her breasts against his bare back and licked the shell of his ear. “Roll over. Unless you want me to rub my wet pussy over this hot, hard ass of yours and get myself off.” She canted her hips and ground down on his left buttock.

  “Fuck, yeah. Use my ass to get yourself off, because you know what that means.”

  What goes around comes around. I’ll use your ass to get myself off.

  Molly spread her pussy lips open so her clit had direct contact with his rough skin. Then she rolled up and back.

  “Jesus, woman. You’re wet.”

  “Touching you does that to me,” she panted in his ear.

  He groaned. “Keep doin’ that. Talking dirty as you rub one out.”

  “Did you jack off this week when I wasn’t there to keep your poor cock from suffering from semen buildup?”

  “I tried to whack off. But it didn’t work. I only wanted you.”

  “I only wanted you too.” How could she already be close to coming? She began to move faster.

  “That’s it, babe. Take what you need.”

  She wrapped her hands around his biceps to anchor herself because their skin had grown slick. Her vision went a little wonky and she pressed her cheek into the curve of his neck. When the tiny pulses radiated from her clit, she rubbed harder, clutched him harder, breathed harder.

  He tightened his ass cheek and she released a low moan.

  When her pussy stopped throbbing, she relaxed against him and kissed the nape of his neck.

  “So goddamn hot how easily you let go with me.” Deacon turned his head to get at her mouth. “Your body on mine, your wet pussy rubbing on me, your breath hot and fast in my ear. You drive me fucking crazy, woman.”

  “Now you need to turn over so I can lick your tats on the front side.” For once she scooted off him faster than he could grab her, and she laughed.

  Deacon’s heavy-lidded gaze and hard cock spurred her to drive him to the edge, just to see how far he’d let her go before he took over.

  In her most commanding voice, she said, “Hands above your head.”

  He complied, his big hands gripping the slats of the headboard. But Deacon, being Deacon, didn’t allow her full control. “As much as I love your mouth around my cock, that part of me is off-limits during this frontal massage.”

  His clipped tone indicated it wouldn’t be long before the beast came out. And she couldn’t wait.

  So Molly ignored his edict. Keeping her gaze fastened to his, she bent her head, licking up his shaft, stopping to suck the precome from the head. He hissed a warning, so she moved up, outlining the pillows of his abs with the tip of her tongue.

  When she reached the tats on his chest, she focused on mapping the lines and swirls with her mouth. Her breasts dragged along his skin, her nipples hard as diamonds. The way her heavy breasts swayed with her movements drove him crazy. At one point she swore she heard the wooden headboard slats cracking under his iron grip as he fought his natural instinct to touch her.

  “Molly.”

  “Hmm?” She placed soft kisses around the defined line of his pectorals, creating an ever smaller circle until her lips completely covered his nipple. She lapped at the flat disk, loving how fast his hips shot up.

  “Fuck.”

  “Like that, do you?” she said, looking up at him. Oh. Those eyes. The way they burned for her . . . heady stuff that she could put a look of need like that on his face. Molly lowered her head again. This time she used her teeth on his nipple. Scraping the surface and biting down with enough force that he bucked beneath her.

  “You’re in for it,” he warned.

  Her gaze hooked his again. “Bring it.” She blew a stream of air across the wet tip, smirking at his sharp intake of breath. “You really have nice nipples, Deacon. Perfectly shaped.” She sucked the whole thing into her mouth. “Very responsive.” Then she dragged her mouth across the slope of his pectoral to his other nipple. Teasing it ruthlessly, making it wet and tight, then switching back and forth between both nipples until Deacon damn near couldn’t lie still.

  Molly shifted back, letting her hair drift over his chest, his belly, and his cock and balls. She flattened her palms on his chest and propped herself up. As she squeezed the hard muscles, she swept her thumbs across the tight nipples.

  “You done?” he asked tersely.

  “Maybe.” She slid her hands up, following the amazing contours of his arms. When she reached his wrists, they were face-to-face, mouth-to-mouth, her abundant breasts smashed against his chest. Still feeling giddy about the heated look of lust she’d put in his eyes and the hardness she felt prodding her ass, she angled her head and traced his lips with hers. “Give me the kink you promised, Deacon.”

  A noise more akin to a roar than a growl vibrated in her mouth when Deacon’s lips connected with hers.

  He kissed her hard, his mouth consuming hers with a hunger that robbed her of breath. One hand was pulling her hair while the other curled around the back of her neck, holding her in place.

  When Molly began to roll her hips against him, he brought his leg up, stopping the motion. Then he rolled her onto her back. The speed of his movement and his strength sent her pulse tripping and pushed her excitement to fever pitch again.

  Deacon broke the seal of their mouths and buried his face in her neck. No sweet whispered words of reconciliation or soft kisses. No. The beast sank his teeth into the spot that could send her straight into orgasm. He pinned her down with his big body, her hair still clutched in his fist, ensuring she couldn’t move as he made her crazy, dizzy, and stupid with want.

  When Molly gasped his name, he moved his lips up her throat. “My turn to get off. And it’s gonna get messy when I fuck your tits and come all over this pretty neck.” He blew softly in her ear. “I want you wet and sticky. Covered in me—on your chest, your throat, your face, and in your hair.”

  Her face heated. More like her entire body flushed.

  “Grab the headboard with both hands and arch your back.” He released his hold on her hair and slipped his hand between her legs. “I like that your pussy gets wet from touching me. But I’ll need lube, so stay put while I get it.”

  De
acon didn’t go far. He pushed up onto his knees and leaned over to open the nightstand drawer. That put his beautiful cock almost right in her face.

  And that was a temptation she couldn’t resist. Angling her head closer, she parted her lips and sucked his shaft in deep, clear to the root.

  “Jesus, fuck, Molly!”

  She flicked her not-sorry gaze up to him. There was something so powerful and yet so humbling locking eyes with him while his cock was buried in her throat.

  A wicked smile settled on his lips and he stroked her cheek. “Get me good and wet, babe. Don’t suck. Don’t swallow.”

  Her mouth watered around his girth, and she had to breathe through her nose.

  Deacon watched her eyes as he toyed with her nipples. Caressing. Pinching. Twisting. Licking his thumb and index finger before he switched sides. “You have the greatest tits I’ve ever seen.”

  She hummed her approval of his compliment around his cock.

  He hissed in a breath. Then he curled his hand beneath her jaw, forcing her to release his dick. “My Molly is no shrinking violet when it comes to down-and-dirty sex.”

  My Molly. God. She loved that. “Because of you, Deacon. You make me feel sexy and adventurous.”

  “You are, and it doesn’t have a damn thing to do with me.” After he tucked his knees on either side of her hips, he squirted a line of lube down the valley of her cleavage and zigzagged more up the insides of her breasts.

  Goose bumps spread up her chest and down her belly from the cold gel.

  Then Deacon forced her attention to his face. “You watch me while I’ve got these gorgeous tits wrapped around my cock. You see how much I love fucking this body of yours.”

  Molly could see it and she’d never been so turned on in her life, knowing that she could make Deacon’s hands shake with how much he wanted to take her this way. “Can I touch you?”

  He shook his head. “Can’t touch yourself either. Once I’ve shot my load, you’re gonna sit on my face, so I’m covered in you, just like you’ll be covered in me.”

  Her clit pulsed in anticipation. It looked like he’d be fulfilling another fantasy today.

  “Spread your legs so I can fuck your pussy if I want.”

  There went her chance to rub her thighs together so she could get herself off. Probably intentional on the sadist’s part—not that she’d tell him that, lest he stop.

  Those big hands pushed her breasts together so tightly her nipples nearly touched.

  “I can feel how hard and fast your heart is beating.” The hunger in his eyes gave way to ecstasy as he pushed his cock into the channel he’d created. He eased back slowly and pushed in with equal leisure, his head briefly falling back, exposing the long line of his throat.

  The man was magnificent, lost in pleasure.

  The pubic hair on his balls scraped over her sternum with every thrust. Deacon’s hands were gripping her boobs so tightly his knuckles were white, blending in with her pale skin. He’d probably bruise her, but she would wear his marks of passion, of possession, with pride.

  “Fuck yeah.” He glanced down, his eyes glittering as he watched his cock disappear into her tit tunnel until the thick head popped out the top.

  Molly half expected that Deacon fucking her breasts wouldn’t do anything for her; she’d go along with it because this was something he wanted.

  But she couldn’t have been more wrong. All of him—his weight, his heat, his scent, his need—was druglike in its intensity. Her hands voluntarily immobilized added a sense of surrender. The look of bliss on his face—she might’ve had a mini O from that alone.

  “You’re—this feels so fucking perfect. I ain’t gonna last.” His strokes became quicker.

  Sweat coated his body and a few drops landed on her chest. She wanted to lick the rivulet of sweat running down the cord straining in his neck. She wanted to rub her palms over his damp head, making them slick with his sweat and his scent.

  His deep grunt of satisfaction was her only warning before the first warm spurt hit her chin. She tilted her head back, and the next jets of come dotted her neck.

  Deacon slid his cock down, and the final offering splatted across her chest below her collarbones.

  She looked up at him. Witnessing the pure male possession in his eyes and the sexy twist of his lips . . . In that moment he owned her.

  He scooted all the way down her body and plunged his cock into her. He didn’t move or thrust; he just remained still. Then his face was above hers. His tongue darted out, and he licked the come from her chin before he smashed his mouth to hers, sharing his taste and his passion for her in a kiss that left her no doubt the man loved her.

  Molly’s hips shot up, and she dropped her arm down to get a handful of his ass. She tightened her pussy muscles as her sex pulsed around his shaft in three short bursts.

  Deacon continued to kiss her, making no effort to get off of her. But chances were good that body fluids had stuck them together anyway.

  Then the crazy man rolled them. After he dislodged his cock, he pushed on her shoulders, setting her upright. “On your knees, babe, and hold tight to that headboard. I’m gonna eat this cunt until you scream my name.”

  “Deacon—omigod, what are you doing?” He’d slid between her thighs and pushed them apart so her wet pussy practically covered his face. He had to be suffocating.

  He turned his head and bit her thigh. “If you can still talk, then I’m doin’ something wrong. Lower your hips.”

  “But—”

  He slapped her ass. Hard. “Do. It.”

  Holding on to the headboard gave her a sense of unbalance, so she dropped to her hands and widened her knees.

  Then his warm mouth suctioned to her pussy. Deacon’s sucking lips and flicking tongue worked her over to the point verbal communication became limited to “yes, more, don’t stop” and a few moans and gasps.

  And screams.

  Yes, the man made her come so hard the first time she’d screamed. The second time . . . she couldn’t make any noise at all because she’d forgotten how to breathe. The third time he’d done something with his teeth on her clit and his thumb in her ass that . . . Yeah. No words could describe that orgasm beyond epic.

  After she’d flopped on the mattress beside him, she assumed they’d take a minute.

  But Deacon’s damp face and wet mouth were immediately on her nipples.

  “You’re obsessed with them,” she said with a soft wheeze.

  “I’m obsessed with you. These are just attached to you.”

  She reached down and stroked his sleek head. “Thank you.”

  “For?”

  “For showing me that multiple orgasms and collapsing into a sticky pile after phenomenal sex isn’t a myth.”

  “My pleasure.” Deacon looked up at her. “This makeup-sex shit is pretty fucking awesome. But, babe, I’m hoping we never have to do it again.”

  “Me too.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  DEACON insisted on walking Molly into the office Monday morning, so Chaz, Presley, and Amery understood they were back together.

  Not that anyone would mistake the lingering kiss he left her with as anything but possessive.

  Molly had poured herself a cup of coffee when Amery sidled in for a refill. “Morning, Amery.”

  “Morning, Molly. Got a second to talk?”

  “I don’t suppose you want to discuss the Wicksburg Farm account?”

  “No, I don’t suppose I do.”

  Great. “Sure. I’ll be right in.”

  She took a couple of deep breaths after Amery walked away.

  Presley intercepted her. “You don’t think you and Deacon getting back together rates a phone call to me?”