by Tricia Lynne
“I know,” he said softly, stroking my arm. “Your life is…different, from mine. But I don’t want you to go.”
“Well, at least I’ll have all this hot spank bank material.” The corners of my lips turned up.
As his eyes met mine, his mood lightened a fraction as he seemed to draw the same conclusions I had—night and day with a world between. Declan angled his head to meet my gaze and rubbed a thumb over my bottom lip. “I needed you to know.”
“I know.”
A pregnant pause ensued where we both tried to shake loose what we were trying so hard not to think about. I just couldn’t do Debbie Downer any longer.
“Baby?”
“Hmm?”
“Did you know that when you get close to coming, your accent gets thicker?”
“What?” He chuckled. “Nobody’s ever told me that.”
“Scorching hot, baby.”
“Huh. Most people think I was born here.” He squeezed my arm. “You like to push me over the edge, and yes, I know you’re doing it on purpose.”
“Why are you afraid of losing control with me?” I was sure I knew but wanted to hear his explanation.
He swiped a hand over his head, down his face. “I don’t think I have to answer that. I think you already know, and I imagine my answer is much the same as yours.”
Ouch. “Well, why the accent, then?”
“You’re sure you wanna hear this?” He quirked a brow.
“Lay it on me, baby.”
“I’ve been with a lot of women. But with you? I’ve never been with someone more perfectly made for me.” His exhale sounded almost weary. “It’s like we’re two halves of a whole. So fucking explosive—I’ve never had better sex, Avery. I know it in my soul that your body was made for mine.”
Shit. It was quite possibly the best compliment I’d ever gotten.
That wall of mine continued to crack a little more, crumble a little further every time he said something like that. Suddenly, it was 1989 and Declan was East Berlin, pushing his way through block by goddamned block. The surprise must have shown on my face, too, because he tipped my chin up and gave me the grin, before kissing me squarely on the mouth.
As much as I craved Declan’s dark side, it was the light that was breaking me. The soft kisses, the gentle caresses, the warmth in his eyes when he insisted I look at him, sweet and thoughtful words, the gentleman who opened my door.
“What else do you think is hot?” He quirked an eyebrow.
It was one thing to talk dirty, but to tell him my fantasies when we weren’t in the throes? Oh Declan, btw, I’ve never had a guy put his finger on my asshole before and I’d love it if you’d maybe slip it in when I come, ’kay? Thanks. “Your mouth…The way you kiss me. On my body. The way you talk. You paint these incredibly vivid pictures for me. You’ve definitely got a way with words.”
“Mmm,” he countered. “So I’ve been told.”
“I’ve never had sex in water before, either. The tub was amazing—”
“You liked my finger on your backdoor,” he said with a wry smile. “Have you done any ass play before?” He cocked his head to look at me.
My cheeks heated. He just sounded so casual about it. As if you could switch out the term “ass play” for embroidery.
“No, I still have my behymen, but I did like the little diddle. I won’t even ask if you’ve had experience with ‘ass play.’ ” I rolled my eyes.
“Behymen?” He shook the bed with his answering laugh, eyes dancing in the soft light.
“Your turn. Have you been with two women?”
“You sure you want to play this game?”
“Yes.” But I totally wasn’t sure. “And while you’re at it, please tell me why men are always angling for the backdoor.” He rolled to his side meeting my eyes as I sat up, tucking the sheet over my breasts.
“All guys are different about the butt. Some don’t like it. Some women find it painful. Other women love it. I just wanna make the girl I’m with feel good.”
I narrowed my eyes. No way in hell he didn’t get something out of it.
He read my look. “Okay, it’s really tight. Makes the sensations beyond intense. With you? I’d like to give you something no one else has. But I’m also selfish in that I want a piece of you that you can’t take away. That you can never give again.”
It was kind of endearing when he put it like that.
“Plus, I know what I’m doing. I’m not gonna hurt you. That’s not the case with every guy.”
“Hmm, knowledgeable and informative…Kinda like an eighth-grade sex ed video. You could call it The Freshman’s Guide to Ass Play or Your Anus and You.” The ring of sarcasm in my voice was unmistakable. Declan laughed, shook his head. “And the threesome thing?”
“Yes, I’ve had threesomes. Your turn. Did you like Matt flirting with you?” Oh, he turned that around quick.
“More than once? You’ve had threesomes, not a threesome?”
“Yes, more than once. Now, answer me.”
I sighed. “Honestly, that boy is hotter than Texas in August; I’d be lying if I said different, and I know dudes don’t admit other dudes are hot, but c’mon. Besides, it’s not really Matt who does it for me.”
The vibration from his laugh heated my skin. “I like the honesty.”
“Doesn’t it bother you to let him flirt with the women you’re with?”
Declan exhaled in a rush; some of the humor turned darker as he ran a knuckle over my cheek, and then let it fall away. “You didn’t seem upset by it. Flustered maybe.” He pulled the sheet down, brushed a finger over my nipple, making it stiffen. “Did you enjoy it?”
Oh, he turned that one around quick, too. “Declan…”
“Yeah, you just told on yourself.” Surprisingly, he grinned.
I blew out another breath, pushing fingertips against my eyelids while I tried to tug the sheet back up. Declan pulled it right back down.
“You’re both easy on the eyes, okay? But the contrast between you—I’m drawn to—It’s the contrast of you two…you, all dark with your sexy badassness.” I skated my nails over the script on his abdomen, making his muscles tighten. “And Matt is all light and sweet eye candy. With you, I expected the dark, but not the gentleman, and he’s the boy next door hiding a tainted soul. I’m captivated with the contrasts between you—the visuals, even. For a girl who likes visuals…” I sighed, shook my head. “I don’t know. Maybe I have a split personality.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because I’m drawn to both sides of the coin. Dark and light. Demon and angel…tattoos and dimples,” I added with a weak smile. “It goes beyond people. You should see my apartment. Order and chaos and no in between.”
“The buttoned-up engineer who always has her guard up, and the hard-hitting rocker chick who likes to flash her tits at the crowd on Bourbon Street.”
I gave him a reluctant grin. “I don’t know. I guess I feel like I’ve lost sight of who I am for who I’m supposed to be.” I shook my head, disappointed with myself.
“You know,” Declan said, pushing the sheet past my thighs, “the real Avery is somewhere between the sinner and saint. The fucking hot piece who likes dirty talk, and the engineer with her blueprints. You’ve got your own dark side, sweetness, and you spend a lot of time and energy trying to keep it hidden.”
“Is that so?” An angry edge crept into my voice. It was a little too you know what your problem is? for me. “You know, assholery is contagious, Declan. Don’t call me on my shit if you aren’t prepared to have yours thrown in your face.”
His lips split in a slow grin as he wrapped a hand over my ribs and pushed me back against the mattress. “See? There she is again. Don’t get pissed. It’s…I see you in there, Avery. Struggling to keep that dark all lo
cked up. The real Avery is the one whose mouth works faster than her brain. She doesn’t understand why it’s not okay to be smart and have great tits.” Declan crawled over me, nudging my legs apart. “She likes to watch other people fuck and has excellent taste in footwear. There’s nothing wrong with craving the dark and the light, sweet. You don’t have to choose. You have to find balance.”
Declan pushed up on his hands above me, slid his thickening length along my seam, and the last of my anger evaporated as I arched in invitation.
“You make me insatiable,” I whispered, eyelids gone heavy.
“No. It’s always been there.” Declan sank his tongue into my mouth in a quick swipe. “You just don’t have to hide it from me.”
Chapter 18
I ran my hands over his back, squeezed his hips between my thighs. When I tried to slip him inside, he avoided it with a shift of his hips.
“Patience,” he admonished, moving down my body and trailing his lips along my stomach. Arms wrapped tight around my thighs, he grinned before melding his lips over my slick folds.
“Shit.” I hissed as he pushed his tongue between my lips, brushing my clit. Pushing against his mouth, I heard his dark chuckle escape between my legs.
“Jesus, I love that. I can taste us mixed together.” His mouth grazed me with each word. Declan moved his tongue in lazy strokes bottom to top and flicked over my swollen bud, sucking it between his lips. He slid deft fingers into me and I writhed against his mouth. When he hummed against me, I white-knuckled the sheets, reveling in the new sensation.
When he licked over me with the flat of his tongue, the orgasm hit me, forceful and completely abandoned. I squirmed, trembled, twisted, as all my muscles tensed and quaked. Christ, he was good with his mouth.
“You come so easy for me,” he rasped. “Like sweet white wine over my tongue.”
Damn, those pictures he painted. “Slow down, baby. Too much.”
Green eyes pierced mine as he bit my inner thigh. “You don’t get to decide that.”
I sat up on shaky arms, watched as he feathered his tongue over my sensitized clit. Surely, this man had hours of practice tying cherry stems.
Declan trailed his fingers through my crease, kept going down to the virgin skin between my cheeks, massaging the untried opening and waking the sensitive tissue. “You know I’d never hurt you, don’t you?” After a hesitation, I nodded and bit down on my lip. No, he’d never hurt my body.
“Say it. I have to hear it.”
“Yes.”
“When I push, don’t draw away okay? You have to relax.” Declan waited for my nod, then pushed against the delicate muscles, and I rode the burn that came with the stretch. The tip of his finger slipped in and I gritted my teeth, hissed against the sting.
“Okay?” he asked, gauging my reaction.
The burn was there, but it wasn’t unpleasant. It was that little bite of pain he knew I liked, which soon subsided into an electric tingling.
“Further,” I said, and he continued to inch in, pulled back, pushed forward—a little deeper, a little more burn—then it faded away leaving my nerve endings alive and aching for more. “God. I didn’t know how sensitive….” I started to move against his hand.
“Mmmm, thought you’d like this.” He eyed me with a smug look before he dipped his head to lavish more attention on my pussy. Then there were more fingers against me, pushing past the muscle. And his mouth again, hot, wild, and wet. Declan worked slow, opening me up further with each thrust. A bit more burn that faded into something altogether sinful. Soon I was pushing against him again. Needing more. Deeper. Quicker.
“God help me,” he mumbled against my thigh.
“Declan, my clit.”
“What about it?” he said in a sinful rumble.
“My clit,” I repeated breathlessly.
“Tell me.” He angled his head, his lips turned up in a slow grin.
“Between your lips. Pull my clit between your lips.”
He dipped down and pulled on the swollen bud in the same way he slurped ice from a glass of whiskey—with a suction that never quite sealed.
I broke apart. Writhed against him as my body pulsed with the intensity from the contrasting sensations of his fingers and mouth.
Finally, he gave me a reprieve. He pulled back and stood at the end of the bed as I rode the last of the spasms. His cock was long and thick, veins riding high under the skin; his face was a mask of strain.
I slinked to the edge of the bed, pulled him between my legs. Swiping the moisture from the swollen head, I met his eyes. His hips surged forward on a sharp inhale. I traced the V of his hips with my fingers as I slipped the ruddy crown between my lips. When I swirled my tongue over it, Declan hissed a sharp intake of air between clenched teeth.
“Jesus. Your mouth…” He exhaled as I slid down his length, let the head bump the back of my throat before pulling back up. Then, I whirled my tongue around the tip before taking him in again, hollowing my cheeks.
He fisted my hair, hips swinging gently to my rhythm as his breathing turned sharp and marked, his stomach taut. Only a couple minutes passed of my oral assault before he moved away, gripping his erection at the base. Tugging my head back, he dropped his mouth to mine.
“I will come in that talented mouth if you keep it up.” The words were both warning and request.
I fisted his shaft with the same amount of force he fisted my hair. With a look from under my lashes, I slithered my tongue out, tracking the seam of his sac, squeezing him with enough pressure that it should have been painful, yet it wasn’t any harder than Declan would’ve gripped himself. He rocked back on his heels with a curse as I took him in deep, cupping his balls as I watched sweat run through the lines of his stomach.
Mmmm, sexy beast.
“Shit, Avery. That’s it,” he groaned, his breathing erratic. Emerald green eyes met mine as I let the crown whisper over my teeth and he started with a muffled curse. I drew him into the back of my throat, swallowed over and over, closing around the tip repeatedly.
“Oh, Christ.” His balls drawn tight in my palm, I dragged a finger over the skin behind them and Declan swelled in my mouth, exploding into my throat. His low guttural moans ripped through the room as he pulsed against my tongue and I swallowed every drop he gave me as I filed away every sight and sound he made.
Breathless, Declan sank his lips to mine. “You are fucking amazing.”
I gave him a wink, brushed the tip of his erection and it jerked. “You’re still hard. That made me very wet, baby. Wanna see?”
“Are you trying to kill me?” He looked completely serious.
I slid back, opened my legs with a giggle.
Declan grabbed them, flipping me onto my stomach before he angled my hips up.
“So fucking pretty,” he whispered, running his fingers through my slit, dipping inside, and drawing our mingled fluids back between my cheeks. He brushed his length back and forth over me and I tried to angle my hips so he would slide in.
“Dammit, stop,” he gritted.
“You’re a fucking cock tease,” I snapped, and he smacked my ass with a loud pop.
“As in, I’m now teasing your cock?” He disappeared around the side of the bed.
“As in, you’re teasing me with your cock.”
He returned with a bottle from the nightstand and dribbled it directly on my ass.
“Gah. You could have warmed that,” I threw over my shoulder, catching his amused grin.
He smacked the other cheek and I hissed at the sting, loving every second of it. He rubbed the liquid over my virgin opening; he slipped lubricated fingers past the barrier, and then back out, scissoring them as he went. The teasing was forgiven.
Then he was there, pushing with the tip of his slippery shaft, his big palm against the small of my back. M
y pulse raced, my body rebelling and I had to force myself to relax. Declan would never physically hurt me. Slowly, the crown slipped past the barrier with a burn that was much more intense than his fingers. But like before, he gave me time to adjust and the burn eased away, leaving that concentrated tingling behind.
“Touch yourself, Avery. Put your fingers inside that sweet pussy.”
“Declan, so wet. The ache…”
With a soft groan, he inched forward. Push then pull, and then push a tad deeper as he let fly with a series of vile curses every time he stopped to let me adjust.
“So damn beautiful like this. I wish you could see. I love seeing my handprint on your ass.” His hands brushed over my cheeks, then gripped hard on my waist. “So tight, Avery. Shit, almost painful. My balls are aching. Wanna bury myself in you so bad, and you are so fucking pretty….”
I looked over my shoulder and the strain on Declan’s face was startling. Veins bulged in his temples, teeth gritted and gnashed, neck corded tight. He was hanging on by a thread.
“Jesus. I could come right now with you looking at me like that.”
I slid a finger into my wet heat and he groaned as I rocked back against him, pushing him in.
“Don’t,” he barked.
“I need you to move.” And with that, he pushed in to the hilt, began the slow dance as I slid my fingers in and out of my sheath, nudging them against his shaft. The feeling was indescribable. The wicked pleasure of the forbidden, the heady bite of fire. Irresistible.
I brushed my thumb over my hooded bud; my fingers pushed deep while Declan pushed in and out of my back end with the most guttural sounds.
I fractured apart, convulsed madly while I thrust against him. I screamed, but all that escaped was a hoarse moan against the sheets as stars winked behind my eyes. It was so intense, release almost painful, the contractions so sharp and deep…absolutely breathtaking.
