The Stars Landing Deviant

by Jessica Gadziala

  "Or?" I asked, hating myself for wanting to know.

  "Or I could stay here and show you what it is like to come. Hard. And repeatedly."

  I ignored the rush of anticipation in my stomach and rolled my eyes at him. "Your ego is admirable," I started, sounding almost sad, "but I can't have an orgasm. Trust me, if I were capable, I am sure I would have had one by now."

  "Or maybe you've been fucking the wrong kind of guys," he suggested.

  "Yeah okay," I said.

  "Let me guess," he said, rising up off the bed and slowly moving toward me. "Suits. Neat. Educated. Gentlemen."

  "What's wrong with a gentleman?"

  "A gentleman isn't gonna know how to make your pussy sing," he laughed, moving to stand in front of me.

  I refused to take a step back and I had to crane my neck up to look him in the eye. "I'm pretty sure you had a chance and failed as well," I said, smirking.

  "Not with this," he said, grabbing my hand and pressing it against the crotch of his pants. Underneath my palm, his cock was straining against the thick material of his jeans. How the hell was he hard? We weren't even doing anything for god's sake.

  I had to awkwardly clear my throat before I spoke again, trying to keep my hand still against him. "What's the deal here, Dane?" I asked, shaking my head. "You sleep with everyone. Why won't you just leave me alone? Am I the only woman to ever say no to you?"

  "It's because you're so uptight," he said easily, letting my hand finally drop.

  "Oh, gee, how flattering," I drawled, pointing toward the window again. "Leave."

  "And now I know why," he said as if he hadn't finished his thought before.

  "Oh my god. Seriously? It has nothing to do with that, you idiot. I'm just uptight."

  "Then what do you have to lose?" he asked, his eyes bright as one side of his lips quirked up.

  "Look," I said, taking a deep breath, willing my voice to sound strong. "I am just not interested."

  The smile spread wider. I swear it was practically wicked. "I've tasted how interested you are."

  Oh, Jesus. And, I realized, he actually wasn't wrong. I wanted him. I wanted him more than I have wanted any man. But that didn't mean it was as easy as it was for other women. I couldn't just... fall into bed with him. It would only end up being disappointing for both of us. And I really just didn't need any more hits to my self-esteem.

  "Dane... I just..."

  "Look," he said, ducking his head down so he could really look me in the eye. "You have nothing to lose here. You could have life-changing, pussy clenching, satisfying sex. And if after a night with me, you still can't come, then you're right... you just can't. But... what if you can? Don't you owe it to yourself to experience it?"

  Well, he made a compelling argument. If he was as good as he thought he was, as I heard many other women think he was... then maybe he was my one chance. And it was really hard to think of a reason to not let myself experience that.

  "Dane we..."

  "Tell me you don't want me," he suggested, pushing into my chest, letting an arm go around my hips to haul me against his pelvis.

  "I..." I started, looking up at him.

  "Can't say it, can you?" he smiled.

  I looked down at his chest and shook my head slightly. I was done for and I knew it. For once in my life... screw the consequences. I was going to take a stupid chance and I wasn't going to psych myself out of it. "Alright, fine."

  "So enthusiastic," he said, sounding amused as his thumb titled my face up toward him and he brought his lips quickly down on mine. But this time they weren't urgent and demanding. They were... passionate and searching. He was trying to pull me under and I was helpless to do anything but sink. My arms went around his neck, making me go up on my tiptoes to reach him. He pulled away suddenly, planting small feather light kisses across my

  closed lips before reaching up to take my arms from around his neck. "Come on," he said, moving to duck down and step out the window.

  "What are you doing?"

  "We," he corrected, reaching in and grabbing my hand, "are going to my room."

  "Why?" I asked, hesitantly stepping out onto the porch.

  "Because you're going to be a lot less guarded and inhibited in my room," he shrugged, disappearing inside his window.

  I paused outside, looking out onto the street. He wasn't wrong. Besides, the walls were thin. If we had sex in my room... everyone in the inn would know I was having sex. Which would make for really uncomfortable interactions in the future. But if we did it in Dane's room... well, they would just assume he found another girl from town to drag up to his room. No one would suspect it was me. Which made me feel a lot better actually.

  I climbed in through his window, finding him sitting at the corner of the bed, looking completely comfortable. Casually sexy.

  "Take you clothes off," he instructed and I swear the words felt like being dropped in an ice bath. He smiled slightly at my shocked expression and shrugged a shoulder. "This is only going to work if you stop thinking so much," he said and I hated to have to agree with him. "So take your clothes off."

  My hands went to the waistband of my pajama pants, pausing. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen. We were supposed to kiss and touch. He was supposed to help me out of my clothes as we rolled around on the bed, preferably with no or very little light.

  I chanced a glance at Dane, still fully clothed. As if reading my mind, he reached behind his back, grabbing the material of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head, tossing it casually to the side. "Your turn," he said and I quickly pushed my pants down, stepping out of the feet. He reached for the button on his jeans, watching me as he slipped it through the loop. "Shirt," he instructed. My hands were shaking slightly as I reached for the hem of my tank top and slowly pulled it off. It took everything I had to not bring my hands up to cover my bare breasts. "Panties," he said, his voice sounding more husky than it had a moment ago. I took a deep breath and pushed my panties down.

  Then there were no words. He just sat there, staring at me, his eyes on my face, my breasts, my hips, my legs. I felt like he inspected me for hours. I felt like he knew every inch of me already. I saw him swallow hard, standing up and reaching for his zipper. Before I could even take a breath, his jeans hit the floor and his cock was there, thick and heavy, making me clutch my thighs slightly together to calm the rush of desire.

  "Come here," he said sitting back down, holding his arms out and I moved toward them, feeling them land on the bare skin of my hips with a shiver I couldn't suppress. He leaned forward, planting a kiss on the skin just under my navel and my hands slammed down on his shoulders. Because I hadn't expected this. I wasn't prepared for this. I had planned on this being rough and fast, demanding and wild. I couldn't have known he would be soft and teasing and gentle with me.

  "Dane?" I heard my voice ask, but I wasn't even sure what I was asking.

  "Don't worry," he said, kissing my hipbone. "We will be banging against your bedroom wall eventually. I just need to get you so wrapped up in this that that brain of yours shuts up for a while." He kissed my other hipbone, his hands sliding around and downward, cupping my ass. He stood up slowly, his hard lines touching my soft ones, his cock pressing into my stomach. He took my lips in his for the barest of kisses before pulling away. "Lie down on the bed," he said and I moved hesitantly out of his hands. "On your stomach," he clarified. I moved onto the cool sheets, resting my arms in front of me and laying my face on them, thankful for the opportunity to hide for a minute.

  The mattress tipped as he moved onto it, placing his thighs on either side of mine. His hands slid up my back, across my shoulders, down my arms until he was braced on the mattress above me. There was a second of nothing, making my stomach swirl with uncertainty until I felt his lips at the back of my neck. He moved slowly downward, his lips creating all kinds of chaos down my spine, stopping just above my ass. Pausing. Before his tongue slid the trail s
lowly back upward.

  I felt my body jump, shocked with the new sensation in an utterly delicious way. His hands brushed the sides of my breasts before I felt his weight lift as he, I assumed, sat back on his heels. Then his hands moved toward my waist, pulling upward and I slowly pushed myself up off the mattress. His arms wrapped around my belly, pulling my back against his chest. His erection pushed against my ass. We sat that way for a long minute, him just holding me and I felt my mind start to swirl, my anxiety start to twist inside my belly.

  Then his hands moved up my belly to cup my breasts, holding them against his rough palms until my nipples hardened in anticipation. But instead of taking them between his strong fingers, one of his hands moved to press the space between them while his other hand trailed down my belly, quickly pushing between my thighs and stroking, completely avoiding my clit which made a tight, painful pressure build there.

  "For some women," he said against my ear, his voice low, "their clit is too sensitive so if you focus on it, like we're told we are supposed to, it starts to hurt." He was right. That was exactly what was wrong with me. How the hell did he know these things? Was it just instinct? Or was there a woman somewhere along the lines who was confident and self-aware enough to explain that to him? If there was, I owed that woman a box of chocolates big enough to make all her teeth hurt.

  "Yeah," I heard myself agree, my head falling back against his hard shoulder.

  "So I'm not going to touch your clit until you're fucking begging me to."

  Ha. Fat chance. That was never going to happen. But that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy what he was doing. There was a heavy feeling in my limbs, a lightness in my chest and head. It was like being drunk without the alcohol. It was like being high off another person.

  His finger pressed inside me, pressing against the top wall once before slowly sliding in and out of me. "Such a tight little pussy," he said, leaning down and biting into my neck. "You want my cock buried deep inside here, don't you?"

  Words felt too complicated, too hard to string together, so I felt my head nod as I leaned it to the side, giving him more access. I felt his teeth graze across my shoulder and groaned.

  "Not yet," he said, straightening and pulling his finger out of me. "Lie down on the bed. On your back," he instructed, and I moved to comply. He sat between my legs, my knees up by his waist. He stroked the sides of my calves, my thighs. Then he grabbed my knees, pushing them open and pinning them hard against the mattress. "First I need to bury my face in your wet cunt."

  I don't know if it was the c-word or the realization that he wanted to put his face... there... but I shot up off the mattress, swatting at his hands on my thighs. "No," I said, shaking my head.

  "No?" he asked, his brows drawing together. "Why not?"

  "I don't like oral," I said simply. It was true.

  "Giving or receiving?"

  "Either," I shrugged.

  "Well," he said, squeezing my knees and releasing them. "Right to it then, huh?" he asked, his eyes looking playful.

  I had a second to think that I should be wary of that look before his hands flew out, grabbing my wrists and pushing himself forward and me backward, pinning my hands over my head. His weight pressed into me, crushing me into the mattress, making it hard for my to draw breath. His cock was pressed hard against my inner thigh and if I moved even the slightest bit, it would slide against my heat.

  He pushed himself up off of me slightly, moving downward and taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking roughly, making me arch into him. Then his teeth bit hard into the sensitive peak and I felt my arms struggle against his hands as a yelp escaped my lips. Then he was across my chest, creating the same torture with my other nipple. His hands moved, one of his still holding my wrists as he reached toward the bedside table. I turned my head to look, seeing an ashtray overflowing with brightly colored condom foils and almost laughing.

  He released me, moving to sit back on his heels as he slipped a condom on his thickness.

  "Ready to beg yet?" he asked, smiling slyly.

  No. I was never going to be ready to beg.

  "No?" he asked, watching me. He grabbed my hips, pulling me toward him. He grabbed his cock at the base and slid it between my folds, moving upward to press hard against my clit.

  A loud groan escaped my lips as I arched off of the mattress. Because it felt good. The kind of good that hinted at something I barely recognized. All I knew was that I needed more of it. No matter what it took.

  "Please," I heard myself whisper.

  "Nuh uh. Beg me for my cock," he said, pulling it down between my wetness, pressing against the entrance, but refusing to push forward.

  I couldn't. I really just... couldn't do that. No way. I felt my face heating up at the idea of trying to. But, god, how I wanted it. Needed it. Desire felt like a pulsing between my thighs, like a weight on my lower belly. My hips moved against his hardness, trying to lessen the urge, trying to satisfy the need. I heard his low chuckle, settling somewhere in my chest. He was never going to give in. I closed my eyes tight, taking a shaky breath. "Please let my have your cock," I said, barely audibly.

  "Good girl," he said, sliding his cock back up to press against my clit, making me cry out. "Open your eyes," he instructed.

  As soon as I did, looking into his golden eyes, his cock moved downward. His hands moved to the spot where my thighs met my hips, digging in, pulling me upward as he thrust once forward, burying deeply inside me.

  "Oh," I cried out, a mix of shock and pleasure and the slightest hint of discomfort. It had been so long.

  "Jesus Christ," he growled, his fingers biting into my skin. A vein was visible, straining at the skin on his temple. Like he was fighting for control. Like he was just barely winning. I felt myself grab at him, trying to get the movement, trying to find some relief. But he stayed still, buried deep inside me.

  "Dane..." I heard myself whimper and his eyes went down to mine, a smile toying with his mouth.

  "Tell me your pussy is mine," he demanded.

  I had already told him I wanted his cock. There really was no going back. "It's yours," I said, my voice stronger than before.

  "No," he said, scolding me like a child. "Tell me," he said, moving a hand to press hard against my lower stomach, making me feel him more intensely, "your pussy is mine."

  I had to. I had to tell him. Because my body felt like it was going to turn into a puddle of nothingness if I didn't get some relief. I brought my hands up, covering my eyes and cheeks, wanting to be as invisible as possible as my mouth opened. "My pussy is yours," I heard my voice say. But I couldn't have. There was no way I could have said something like that. I had a hard time thinking the word 'pussy'... let alone saying it. But god... I just said it.

  "Good girl," he said, pulsing his hand against my belly.

  My hands slowly moved away from my face, one going over my head, grabbing the pillow and sinking my fingers in. The other went to his arm, grabbing on like I would sink without the contact. As soon as my fingers touched his skin, he pulled out of me, and pushed forward again. My legs clamped around the sides of his hips, holding him. He moved his hand off my belly, sliding forward on the mattress until he was lying over me again, his hands going under my back and curling around to grip my shoulders.

  "Let's change your life, shall we?" he asked, biting my lower lip and pulling. And then he was thrusting into me, hard and fast, a wild, desperate pace that had my hips rising up to meet him, pulling him deeper. It was different. That was all I could think. It was so different than it had felt before: nice, a bit detached, but pleasant. This was overpowering. This was so consuming I felt completely lost. I felt like our bodies were one. Like we were one unit of desire and heat and pleasure. That's what it was. Pleasure. It felt good. So good. I buried my face in his neck, my fingers digging hard enough into his back to draw blood. Like I was trying to hold on. Like if I held on hard enough to him, I could hold onto the feel
ing inside.

  "That's right," he said in my ear, his voice rough and husky. "Come for me, baby." He rocked his hips into me deeper, pressing upward when he was fully inside.

  I was driven to an edge. That was the only way I could describe it. I felt like I was pushed to an edge of a cliff and lost my balance. Like I teetered on the edge of nothingness for a moment. And then I plunged forward. "Dane," I cried out as my body grabbed at him, my insides clenched over and over, sending a rush of sensation there was no way to explain. Like fireworks, like white hot heat, like you rose up out of your body while being more inside of it than ever before.

  "Fuck, Cordy," he growled, rocking into me a few more times before his entire body tensed and I felt him twitch deep inside me as he came hard, his breath catching.

  His body came down hard on me, his forehead resting against my collarbone as he fought for breath. "Hey Cordy," he said after a long moment. My body was shaking, trembling with aftershocks that were at once amazing and almost scary as I still held onto him for dear life. And he wanted me to speak?

  "Yeah?" I asked finally.

  "Told you so."

  Oh, the bastard.

  Ten

  Cordelia

  I pushed at his back, trying to make him get off of me. I mean, seriously... what a dick. Was the whole experience just a challenge to himself? To his sexual prowess? Get the orgasm virgin to see stars? Then rub her face in it? It's wasn't a game. It certainly wasn't a game for me.

  I felt different. That was probably an immature way to view it, but I did. I felt like all the years of feeling like less of a woman, incomplete, finally fell away. Like I was in on the secret. It felt liberating and wonderful and beautiful.

  And I was, up until he opened his damn mouth, incredibly, overwhelmingly grateful to him for showing me that.

  He let out a grunt when my hand hit him in the ribs and rolled off of me onto his back, chuckling. "What's got your panties in a bunch now?" he asked, putting an arm under his head and turning his face toward me.