by Jenika Snow
Maddie
He’d eaten two plates full of my dinner, and to say I was pleased would be an understatement. Sure, it might have tasted like shit and he was just being polite, but I could see on his face that he’d enjoyed it.
My cooking skills were pretty bare. I was a college student, and between work and studying, my meals consisted of takeout or whatever I could find in the kitchen. But the spaghetti bake I’d made for tonight, although pretty simple in the grand scheme of it all, had given me some issues.
Was the pasta overcooked, not cooked all the way through? Was it too garlicky, or maybe I didn’t add enough? Then my skills at making homemade garlic bread ended up with me burning half of it. But Deacon seemed content, and the part of me that liked that I’d taken care of him grew warm and soft.
“You enjoyed it?” I asked, wanting to actually hear the words from him, even if they were a lie.
He pushed his plate away and grabbed the half-empty beer bottle from the table. After he took a long swig, he set it down and stared me right in the eyes. “Honestly?”
I nodded, my throat closing slightly.
“It was the best fucking meal I’ve ever had.” He leaned forward, his big muscular forearms flexing, his perpetually stained hands so attractive.
I could imagine what it would be like to have his fingers on my bare skin, to feel him adding pressure, making me know what he could do to me, how he could have me cry out for more.
“I’ve never had anyone cook for me, and that made it taste even better.” The way he looked at me had me curling my toes slightly. “The fact that you cooked it for me makes it fucking incredible.”
My pulse was racing. “Dessert?” My voice was low, thick. His words, coupled with the fact that he was sitting just feet from me, had everything in my body tightening. Before he could respond, I was up and in the kitchen again. I grabbed the strawberries, shortcake, and whipped cream, went back into the dining room, and set them on the table. I was about to sit back down when Deacon grabbed my wrist in a firm yet gentle hold. He pulled my chair across the floor, the wood scraping along the tile, until I would now be sitting right beside him.
“Come here,” he said and pulled me down. It was no hardship being this close to him, feeling his body heat, and having his strength and masculinity surround me. He picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the bowl of whip cream, and faced me again. “Open for me. Let me feed you the way you fed me.”
Oh God. Was this really happening? I leaned forward, my hands on the table, my pussy so wet, my nipples hard. I was aroused, not knowing where this night would go, but hoping it was with us in my bed, with Deacon on top of me.
My mouth parted on its own. It didn’t feel like it was me doing it, but more like instinct, as if my body couldn’t deny anything Deacon said. As he slipped the cream-covered berry into my mouth, I closed my lips around his fingers and heard him make this deep sound.
“Being a gentleman with you seems like the right thing to do,” he said, but his words were low, muffled, his arousal coming on just as strongly as mine was. “Going slow, giving this—” He stared right in my eyes. “Giving what’s happening between us a chance to grow seems like the logical thing.” He looked back down at my lips. “But I’ll tell you, Maddie, it’s hard as fuck.”
“What’s hard?” I found myself asking, feeling my face heat as the words spilled from my mouth. The sound that came from him this time was so deep, so rough that I felt it all the way to my toes.
“If I told you, described what I wanted to do to you, it would scare you.”
My heart thundered so hard it was painful. “Maybe what I want is the same thing you do.” I’d never been so on edge, so aroused or wet before. I’d never wanted anyone the way I did Deacon. I’ve never wanted anyone to take my virginity…until Deacon came along. “Maybe I want this to go as far as it can and then some.”
7
Deacon
I was so hard, my cock like a lead pipe between my thighs, my arousal for Maddie like this wild beast in me. It wouldn’t be tamed, no matter how much I told it to calm the fuck down and back off. I didn’t want to frighten her with the intensity in which I needed her, but I was having a difficult enough time with my own control. And then she went and said that to me and I about lost it.
I gripped the table, surprised I didn’t break the wood. I could have tried to be the controlled one, the rational one, but right now I said screw it all. I wanted Maddie now.
“Tell me what you want.” I desperately needed to hear all the things she desires. I was lost in my desire for her, and there was no going back, not fucking ever. Her surrender was something I needed as much as I had to breathe.
I got out of the chair, moved over to her, and helped her up. The feeling of her breasts pressing against me had my cock jerking. The asshole was already hard as stone, but right now it fucking ached.
She had yet to answer me.
“Tell me,” I said again. She’d know what I needed to hear. Her pupils were dilated, her arousal written along her face. Yeah, she couldn’t hide this, couldn’t deny it. I didn’t have to hear her say the words to know her body was primed, wet and ready, and aching for me the way I did for her. I slipped my hand lower on her back and pulled her impossibly closer. The sound she made was a little bit of surprise but a whole lot of pleasure.
I lowered my hand, slid my fingers along the edge of her shirt, and let the digits sit there for a second, half touching her bare flesh, half resting on the material. The anticipation, excitement, and the need to strip her from her clothes and claim her on the table rode me hard. I fucking wanted her so badly I could taste it.
“Tell me what you want,” I asked once more.
“You,” she finally said, and I let a harsh groan spill from me.
I curled my fingers around the material of her shirt, and without thinking anymore I lifted the material up and over her head. Something snapped in me, this string that had been pulled so tight there was no more slack to give.
“I’ll give you myself and so much more,” I found myself saying, not trying to be sweet or gentle about this. I wasn’t a romantic kind of guy, but I’d give Maddie whatever she wanted. I’d give her the fucking moon on a platter if it meant she was mine always.
“I just want you.”
I tangled my hand in her hair, tipped her head back, and stared down at her parted lips. I lowered my gaze to the arch of her throat, to the sight of her swallowing her nervousness. “If you want me, you’re about to get every fucking possessive inch.” I went for the button of her pants, not caring how rapid this was or if it seemed like I’d lost my mind. I had, in fact, in every possible way. Maddie consumed me, owned me, and I’d possess every part of her until she knew that she was it for me…that she was mine.
I had her pants pushed down her thighs a second later, and thank hell she kicked them aside. I took a step back, looked at the white panties she wore, and groaned. Before I knew what I was going to do, I was on my haunches, pushing her legs apart and urging her to lean back on the table.
“Come on, baby, put that lush ass against the table and spread your legs for me.”
Once she was in position, I helped part her thighs a little more and pressed my face right against her panties. I closed my eyes and inhaled, smelling the floral, musky, and sweet scent of her. She made this noise that turned me on even more. For long seconds all I did was have my nose and mouth right up against her panty-covered pussy. She was shaking for me, and I heard her nails digging into the table.
“Do you want me to touch you?” I tipped my head back and looked at her. She was watching me, her mouth still parted, her eyes heavy-lidded. She nodded, and I curled my nails on her thighs, trying not to be too rough but on the verge of breaking free of my control. “Yeah you do, baby, and I’m going to make sure it’s so fucking good for you.” I ran my tongue over her underwear, hearing the slight inhalation of her breathing, feeling the prick of her nails on my shoulder. I kept running
the muscle over her slit, wanting her bare flesh on my tongue. But I told myself to go slow, to make her liquid for me.
“Deacon,” she whispered, but I didn’t stop licking her.
I knew there would be little bruises on her thighs from my hold, and a part of me grew even more turned on by that, aroused beyond belief that my marks would cover her.
“I need to tell you something.” Her voice was no more than a whisper, but I stopped right away. My cock was so damn hard, pressing against my zipper, demanding to be free, to be buried in her tight little cunt. She didn’t say anything for long seconds, but before I could rise and make sure she was okay, she started speaking again. “I thought you should know before this goes further that I’m a virgin.”
My entire body became ramrod straight, my heart thundered, and everything in me rose up like a violent tidal wave. I’d assumed she was innocent from the moment I saw her. I hoped she was a virgin so I could be the only one who claimed her. But actually hearing her say the words, telling me she’d never known a man’s touch in that way, had the territorial side of me breaking open.
I stood and kissed her until she was breathless. I made her taste the subtle flavor of her that lined my tongue. With my mouth on hers I slipped my fingers lower until I felt the edge of her panties once more. The bastard needed to be off her body. I pulled the edge of the material to the side, touched her bare skin with my finger, and groaned.
“Ask me to be your first. Ask me to be your only.” I pulled back and stared into her eyes.
She breathed harder, faster.
All kinds of filthy images slammed into my head.
“I only want you. Ever.”
I clenched my jaw, a deep sound of pleasure leaving me.
I’d be the one to claim her cherry. I’d be the only one who ever knew what she felt like. I’d be the only one who knew how her pussy felt clenching, so fucking wet, so ready. But only for me.
I ran the tip of my nose up the arch of her neck. She shivered for me and made the sweetest fucking sound, one that had my dick jerking. I wanted to feel her virgin pussy clenching at my cock, milking me, taking what it needed. I wanted her to get off, wanted to watch the ecstasy steal over her expression. I wanted to fill her up with my cum, make her so full of my seed that it slipped from her and created a damp spot on the bed.
“I’m going to die if you don’t keep touching me.”
I’d never stop touching her.
“I’m going to give you so much you won’t know where I end and you begin.” While holding her gaze, I slipped my hand along the back of her knee, lifted her leg easily, and wrapped it around my waist. She had her hands braced on the table now, her chest arched up, her breasts looking so damn tempting in that plain powder-pink bra. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I moved my hand to cup her ass. She was perfect all around. I pressed my hard dick against her belly, heard her make this soft sound, and felt power move through me.
“I need you now.”
I’d give her all of myself. I wanted to memorize every single inch of her with my lips and tongue. I wanted to make her scream out in pleasure, to feel so incredible she clung to me for more.
I moved onto my haunches, parted her thighs again, and stared at her slit, which I could see clearly through her panties. Maddie looked at me, her breathing still increased, her need still evident.
How pink would her pussy be? How swollen and in need for me to stretch her, make her come?
I looked up at her, and while staring into her eyes, I slipped my hand between her legs and placed it right over her pussy, feeling her heat, her arousal for me.
“When everything is all said and done, Maddie”—I added pressure—“I’m going to own this.” I looked back down at where my hand was, then slipped my fingers into the edge of her underwear and pulled them aside. Her bared pink flesh came into view, and her smell made me drunk. Her scent was incredible, addicting. “No one will ever have you but me.” I looked back at her face. “Say it.”
“No other man will have me but you,” she whispered.
I growled in approval and took her panties off the rest of the way.
Her first time might not be as soft and gentle as she deserved, but fuck, I’d make this good for her.
8
Deacon
“God,” Maddie said and tipped her head back, her throat arching and bared to me.
“I’m going to have you screaming more than that before the night is over with.”
“I need you,” Maddie moaned. I almost came right there, right in my damn jeans like a teenager.
“You could make me come without even being inside of you.” I groaned the words out. “Just hearing your voice can do that to me.”
She’s mine.
All I wanted to do was devour every part of her. “I want you to scream my name as I’m balls-deep in you, holding you down, making you get off all over my cock.” I stared at my stained hands on her creamy flesh. She was so sweet, so soft. Compared to me she was an angel and I a demon.
I wasn’t letting her go.
She was so fucking primed, her pussy soaked, her clit engorged. I knew if I touched her in the right way, she’d come for me, just explode like she’d reached the very heavens.
“I want you so much, Deacon.”
I didn’t lick her pussy, even if I desperately wanted to. Instead I blew a stream of warm air over her, and watched as the goose bumps popped out over her flesh. “How much do you want me?” I leaned forward, so close I could feel her body heat slide along my lips. God, she smelled incredible.
“I want you so much.”
I shouldn’t have been pushing her like this, wanting her to go out of her comfort zone, feeding my need to be filthy for her, but I couldn’t help myself. Truth was I wanted to hear her say she wanted my big, thick cock in her. I was desperate to hear her say she wanted me popping her cherry, stretching her, filling her with my seed.
“I want to feel you inside of me.”
Christ.
I was already addicted to her. I couldn’t stop myself then. I ran my tongue right through the center of her, lapping up her pussy arousal, needing to take it in, imprint it in my very cells. I licked her until my tongue was numb, until her very flavor, her very essence was ingrained in me. I gave her clit one last lick, wanting her to come for the first time when I was buried in her pussy, when I’d claimed her virginity.
I rose, gripped her behind the neck, and just stared into her wide eyes. Beads of sweat trickled down from her hairline. I lowered my gaze to the valley of her breasts, her chest rising and falling, beads of sweat lining that sweet section between the twin mounds. I didn’t stop myself from leaning forward and running my tongue up that valley, licking the droplets away, taking them into my very body.
I ground my hard dick right up against her belly, and the sound she made had me groaning. “You feel that?” I didn’t give her a chance to respond. “You like it? It’s for you. All for you.” I ground myself against her again. “I’m so fucking hard, Maddie. So. Fucking. Hard.”
“I need you, Deacon.”
I slipped my hand to her nape and curled my fingers into her soft flesh, knowing I might be hurting her a bit with the pressure, but she didn’t complain. In fact, she moaned. I tilted her head to the side, leaned in, and licked a straight path from her collarbone right to the base of her ear. Her pulse beat rapidly right under my tongue, telling me just how worked up she was.
“You taste so good, Maddie.” I licked her throat again, never getting enough. “You want more?”
She nodded, her breathing rapid. She had her hands on my forearms now, her nails digging into my skin. My cock jerked at the sensation.
“No one else will ever have you.” She shook her head in response, and I growled low. “No one but me will ever know how good you feel.”
I thrust my cock against her belly, needing that friction desperately. I felt wild in this moment, so lost in wanting every part of her, wanting to make her
feel good, that nothing else mattered. I stated removing her bra, my mind a haze, my actions on autopilot. I took a step back, her body poised on the edge of the table, her legs slightly open.
You better believe I looked my fucking fill.
I stared right at her pussy, a trimmed patch of darker hair covering her. But her slit and pussy lips were bare. I reached down and palmed myself through my jeans. She was wet, glistening, and the sight of her clit slightly protruding, that little nub engorged for me, had my mouth drying and my throat tightening.
She was ready, and I didn’t want to wait any longer.
“No more foreplay. No more fucking around.” I gripped myself again through my pants. “I need to have my cock deep in your pussy.” I was ready to fill her up, to make her take it all, to make that wet spot on the bed when my seed slipped from her body.
“Oh. God,” she moaned. “Yes, Deacon.”
I was back in front of her a second later. I lifted her easily off the table, not about to make her first time in this dining room. She’d be in a bed, under me, arching for me.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I gripped both of her ass cheeks, the globes big, round. Perfect. I started kissing her then, while murmuring where the bedroom was. After she told me, I navigated through the house, still kissing her, not able to break it.
One we were in the bedroom, I didn’t bother closing the door, didn’t care if anyone happened to walk by and see me claiming my woman. When she was on the center of the bed, I took a step back and just looked at her. “Spread your legs for me.” She did what I asked right away. With her legs parted and her pussy right there for me to see, every coherent thought left me.
