The Stars Landing Deviant

by Jessica Gadziala

  "No what?" he asked, looking almost innocent if you didn't notice the glint in his eyes.

  "No we are not having a... threesome. No way."

  "Well that's too bad," he said, looking at Amanda's, I assumed, completely naked body.

  "You're missing out."

  "You're okay with this?" I asked Amanda, careful to keep my eyes on her face.

  "Sure, why not?" she asked, sounding young and impossibly eager. "You have to be willing to experiment with sex. You never know what might really do it for you."

  "See?" Dane asked, looking over at me, his tone sounding sickeningly sweet. Charming. A true silver-tongued devil. No wonder women did whatever he wanted. I was halfway to agreeing to it and he hadn't even tried to persuade me yet. "Amanda is willing to give it a try." He looked over at me and sighed, moving away from the naked-and-completely-comfortable-with-it Amanda, toward me, reaching out to touch my cheek. "Come on, baby. Let down those guards and try something new. I'm not asking you to eat her out or anything. Not that I would be opposed to seeing that," he said and I punched him in the side slightly. "You can leave at any time," he coaxed.

  "Okay."

  What? No. No it wasn't okay. Why did I just say it was okay? What was wrong with me? I was never going to be the girl who was into threesomes. That wasn't my thing. I didn't like girls. I got jealous. I got insecure. There was no way this was going to happen.

  But then Dane smiled at me, a satisfied, happy smile, and I knew I was helpless to do anything other than whatever the hell he asked of me. He leaned forward, kissing me until I felt it down into my toes, my entire body humming with the sensation. He stepped back, watching me. "Take off your clothes," he said.

  And then I did. Slowly. Hesitantly. My shirt came off. Then my shorts. I reached for the clasp of my bra and my hand felt dumbly at my side, shaking my head. I couldn't. I just couldn't bring myself to take it off.

  "Alright," he said, shrugging. "There's plenty of time for that." He reached out, taking my hand and pulling me forward until I was standing next to Amanda. He squeezed my hand hard once before releasing it, turning toward Amanda. "Get on your knees," he told her and she obediently went down in front of him. He turned toward me, resting a hand on my shoulder and pushing slightly, as if knowing I would never do it without some assistance. "Get on your knees, Cordelia."

  No way. I wasn't going to give him head. I had explicitly told him that I wasn't into that. I had told him not to go down on me. There was no way I was going to go down on him. That was just uneven. But he pushed harder on my shoulder and I went down in front of him. His fingers stroked my hair behind my ears. "Good girl," he said, his voice quiet.

  Then his hands moved to the waistband of his pants, pulling the string to untie them then dropping them down to the floor. His cock was hard and straining, a gleam of wetness already at the tip in anticipation.

  I hadn't expected the jolt of desire straight down to my core, a sensation that had me pushing my thighs together to calm it. I was turned on. I was actually turned on by the idea of giving him head.

  His hand went to the base and he turned his hips slightly, slipping his hardness into Amanda's welcoming mouth.

  And I watched. I couldn't help it. I turned my head and I watched as she pushed forward and took his cock all the way back into her throat, choking on it violently but not pulling away. Dane's hand slammed down on my shoulder, digging into my skin as his head fell backward on a groan. She worked on him for a long time, making his breath become uneven, making his hips rock into her stroking. And I was jealous. I wanted to make him feel that way. I wanted to be the one to make his hands clench into fists and his face to contort into pleasure. I actually wanted to go down on him. Like... I really wanted to. What a powerful feeling that must be, to hold someone's pleasure like that, to selflessly give it.

  As if reading my thoughts, be grabbed the base and pulled it slowly out of her mouth. Her eyes opened slowly, looking up at him with smudged black eyeliner running down her face from gagging. He held his cock for a long moment, stroking his length over and over before he

  finally looked at me, a question in his eyes. There was no way to articulate the way I was feeling. There was no way I could say them even if I found the words. So I slowly opened my mouth, pushing my tongue slightly out. Like I was inviting him in.

  I was.

  His eyes closed slightly for a second then opened, looking heavier as his hand slid to the base and he pivoted his hips so he was right in front of me, leaving a few inches so I would have to be the one to go to him.

  I leaned forward, my tongue lapping at the wetness at the tip, lavishing over the soft skin in slow, adoring circles. Because that was the cock that had managed to rip away years and years of feeling inadequate and lacking. It deserved devotion. And that was what pleasing him felt like: worship. And I was happily on my knees before him. I reached out, resting my hand over his as I opened my mouth, slipping it carefully around the head, glancing upward for the slightest encouragement.

  The second my eyes met his, his mouth fell open. His hand reached out, resting on the crown of my head, just gently placed there as he watched me, a look in his eyes I wasn't familiar with.

  "Amanda," he said and my heart dropped at the realization that I wasn't good enough. I was about to pull away, but then he added, "Get your clothes on and go."

  "But..." she started to object.

  "Get dressed and go," he said again, more firmly and she did, quickly slipping into her things and rushing out the door while we just looked at each other.

  He closed his eyes as the door shut, taking a deep breath. They opened again slowly and he took a step back, holding me against him so I had to crawl slightly with him as he sat down at the edge of the bed, his hand sliding down and massaging the back of my neck.

  It was all the encouragement I needed. The new position gave me more freedom and I braced one of my hands on his thigh as I slowly took his length into my mouth, deep. My throat clenched against the foreign sensation silently and I fought against it, taking him all the way to the base. His hand grabbed at my hair. "Fuck, Cordy," he groaned.

  I worked him slowly at first, taking satisfaction in the sound of his uneven breathing, his quiet groans, then I moved more quickly, sucking harder, the taste of him filling my mouth. I felt his other hand on my shoulder, bruising into my skin. "I'm gonna come so if you don't want..."

  But I did, my god, how I wanted. I wanted it. I wanted to take him in. I wanted to taste his completion. I wanted to know him in every way possible.

  And, what's more, I felt powerful. I owned his pleasure. He was at my mercy. And if that wasn't a huge turn on, I didn't know what was.

  His voice caught and he let out a strangled groan, the hand at my neck grabbing painfully as I felt the rush of his desire fill my mouth and I swallowed greedily, sucking for another long moment before pulling away, gently running my tongue over the sensitive head for a second before sitting back on my heels.

  Dane's eyes went to mine, wide... almost... disbelieving as his hand moved up to stroke my cheek gently. The silence dragged on for a moment and I dropped my eyes, feeling the insecurity settle in. Maybe that had been clumsy. Maybe I wasn't as technically accurate as I was passionate about it. "Sorry if..."

  "Shut up," he said quietly, tilting my chin up to face him. "That was fucking... perfect, okay?" he said, his eyes serious. "Don't you dare go getting all insecure about it."

  "Yeah?" I asked, not able to stop myself, feeling the smile spread across my face.

  He smiled back. "Yeah baby."

  I swear if I was able to sneak off alone, I would have been doing a ridiculous happy dance. That was how good I felt right in that moment. "Let me go down on you," he said, still stroking my cheek. I opened my mouth to object, but he cut me off. "If it just doesn't do it for

  you, no big deal. I want to try," he said, sounding almost vulnerable.

  Maybe the matching
feeling inside me felt a kinship to him right then because I found myself nodding. "Okay."

  His hands slid downward, touching my ribs and pulling my upward. He planted a kiss between my beasts, down my stomach, then right on the triangle above my sex as I stood. He pulled down my panties and I stepped out of them as he stood slowly, turning us and pressing my legs against the mattress. "Get on the bed," he said, but it was less authoritative than it had been before. I slid up toward the pillows, my legs pressed together, suddenly regretting the decision to let him try.

  But then he was on the bed too, pulling my legs open and sliding downward, wrapping his arms around my legs. Then his tongue moved a path between my heat and I almost came off the bed. He moved up toward my clit, making wide circles around it, but never touching it directly, then moving back downward, pressing against my entrance. Then before I knew his intention, his tongue curled in on itself and he pressed it inside me.

  "Oh my god," I cried out, my hand slamming down on the back of his head as he starting the tiny thrusts inward, making my hips rock up against him, feeling the impossible happen: an orgasm start to build. It was working. It was actually working. I fought the heaviness of my eyes, wanting to watch him as he showed my body the same reverence I had showed his.

  Just when I felt I was at the point of losing it, losing the orgasm that had threatened to surface, his tongue slipped out of me and moved upward, pressing against my clit and making my body soar into a brilliant, earth-shattering orgasm. I cried out his name over and over as my body rolled through my climax.

  He kissed his way up my body a moment later, resting on his side next to me and I fought the urge to curl into him and cry with happiness. "I want to take you out tomorrow," he said, surprising me enough to look at him even with the glistening in my eyes. "On an actual date," he clarified. "Okay?"

  "Okay," I agreed.

  Yes. A million times yes.

  Eleven

  Cordelia

  I got up early, glancing over at Dane still fast asleep, and quietly padded my way toward his bathroom. I shut the door with the barest of clicks and let out a groan. He had a shower, an actual stand-up shower. I didn't even hesitate. I reached in, turned the water on high and climbed in. There was really only so much time that can go by before you need a proper shower. I had spent the batter part of three weeks feeling like I couldn't get my hair clean enough in the damn bathtub in my room.

  "Mornin'," Dane's sleepy voice said, making me jump and spin around. And there he was in all of his naked glory, looking at me with small eyes for a second before climbing in behind me.

  "Morning," I said, feeling self-conscious. Naked while you're having sex, or directly after sex, was one thing. Naked in the harsh light of morning was a complete other. "My, ah, my room doesn't have a shower. And I just really needed..."

  His arms went slowly around my back, pulling me up against his chest and leaning down to kiss me, slow and lazy, effectively shutting up my awkward rambling.

  He pulled away and I added, "That," smiling against his chest. I really needed that. Affection. It was something I was scared to want, or need, from someone like Dane. Someone who didn't show any signs of softness.

  "You're hogging the water," he grumbled against my hair.

  "Yup," I agreed, tilting my head up and letting the water cascade down my face, taking an immense amount of pleasure in it.

  "Selfish," he said, squinting his eyes at me.

  I turned to the side so he could slip in beside me, both of our fronts able to get wet, our backs cold and dry. I wanted to ask him about the date he mentioned last night. I wanted to know if that was still on... or if it had just been a slip. Did he mean it? Was he actually going to take me out like two normal people did? Did a man like Dane ever take women out?

  He reached behind him for a bar of soap and casually started rubbing it across my neck, my shoulders, breasts. My breath caught and my swirling thoughts settled. Because Dane freaking Broderick was... washing me. That sounded silly, but damn if it wasn't hot. It was hotter still that he didn't seem to be using it as any form of foreplay. Everything about his hands and his face was casual as he ran the soap down my body. Done with my front, his arms snaked around my back, making my soapy body collide with his chest, his hair tickling my nipples into confused hardness. His hands stilled for a second as he felt it, then continued their scrubbing, across my back, over my ass, down the backs of my thighs.

  "You're going to smell like me all day," he said as I snuggled my face into his neck.

  "Yup," I agreed. He turned me into the spray of water and the soap slid down my body. "Can I soap you up?" I asked, feeling myself blush, surprised I was even capable of asking.

  He looked down at me for a second before stepping away and holding his arms out wide at his sides, a smile toying at his lips. I half-regretted asking as soon as I saw that smile, but a bigger part of me was excited for the chance to get to explore his body in the light. I started on his strong chest, over his unnecessarily large arms. "How much do you work out?" I heard myself asking, not even aware that was what was on my mind.

  "A lot," he admitted. "I used to be fat."

  "What?" I said, my head snapping up, looking at his face, expecting to see a smirk that implied he was lying. But all I saw was honesty there. "Really?"

  "Yeah," he nodded. "All growing up and through most of high school. I mean... I was really round and doughy," he laughed self-deprecatingly. "Then I took up some weights and jumped on a treadmill and..."

  "And now you look like some kind of Greek god," I said, watching my hands as they slid over his abs, the muscles tensing slightly under my fingers.

  "A god, huh?" he asked and I could hear the smile in his tone. "Good to know."

  "I take it back," I laughed, pressing against him and reaching around him to rub the soap across his back. "Your ego doesn't need any more stroking."

  "Speaking of stroking," he said, his voice low and teasing and I knew I was in for it as I pulled back slightly. "You seemed to have... missed a spot."

  I leaned my forehead against his chest, giggling like a school girl. "Yes, well, you're on your own there," I said, tilting my hair back into the water again, "because I have to get to work."

  "Blow it off," he suggested, his hands slipping into my hipbone hollows and making me groan.

  "I can't." I could. Em and I didn't need to meet everyday. She had other things she needed to do a lot of the time. But I needed to draw a line somewhere. I wasn't going to just... be at the mercy of his sexual cravings whenever he wanted me. I needed to have a little more self respect than that. Even if I had to force and fake it.

  "Fine," he grumbled, turning me so I was completely out from under the spray as it cascaded down his body. "But cut it short. Slip into something sexy and meet me out front around four." At my confused look, he rolled his eyes. "I'm taking you out on a date, remember?"

  It was all I had been thinking about all morning. "Oh, right. Okay," I said, reaching for the towel and stepping out. "I'll see you at four."

  I pulled the shower curtain and let myself do the tiniest of happy dances out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.

  Because I had a real live date with Dane Broderick.

  –

  I practically ran out to my car at three o'clock, going for my trunk and looking for the garment bag that held some outfit choices that weren't of the work attire variety and dragging it back up to my room with me. I was excited, like heart pounding, half sick to your stomach excited. Which probably wasn't wise. I knew I shouldn't get my expectations up. Who the hell knew what we would be doing? For all I knew he was taking me to a fetish club or an orgy.

  But, screw it, I was going to be excited about it.

  I wished I had some idea where he was taking me. And what, exactly, he meant by "something sexy". Because it was four in the afternoon. I would look silly out and about in some slutty cocktail dress.

  Eventually I
decided on a red high waisted skin tight pencil skirt with a black tank top tucked in. It was sexy enough. I styled my hair and applied some makeup and made my way downstairs at five minutes to four.

  Emily and Devon were behind the desk, discussing something about the schedule. They both turned to me with drawn-in eyebrows as I made my way down the stairs. Devon let out a low, appreciative whistle.

  "Thanks," I smiled a little shyly.

  And then there was Dane, leaning against the entryway to the sitting room. And he was dressed up. He had on dark gray slacks and a tucked in black dress shirt. He looked me down then up slowly, nodding and offering me a smile when he got back to my face. "That'll do," he said, pushing off the doorway and coming over to me. His hands moved around to my ass. "So thong or commando?" he asked, his voice teasing.

  "No fucking way," I heard Emily say behind us. "Are you...taking her out?"

  Dane shrugged, releasing my ass and reaching down for my hand. He was actually holding my hand. In public. In the middle of the day. "Yup," he told her, pulling me out the front door and onto the porch. Once outside, he slammed me up against the wall of the inn and leaned downward.

  "You're going to ruin my lipstick," I half-objected, thinking of the bright red I had, dumbly, applied before I left my room.

  "Fuck your lipstick," he said, crushing his lips into mine and kissing me until my legs felt like they were going to give way and I was close to telling him to screw the date and drag me back upstairs and fuck me until I couldn't see straight.

  He pulled back, looking down at me with eyes that matched the desire I was feeling. I reached up, rubbing at his lips. "That's a good shade on you," I said, wiping the greasy lipstick off of his skin.