Silent Deception: A BWWM Romance

by Peyton Banks

  With a growl, he leaned down and slammed his mouth onto hers.

  Finally.

  A moan escaped her, and he took advantage of her lips parting. His tongue pressed forth and swept into her mouth. Hers met his and coaxed him in farther. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss.

  He turned them around so her legs met the car. Without breaking the kiss, he found the ties of her robe. He fumbled with them for a brief second before releasing them.

  Country tore his mouth from Jazzy’s. He needed to see what was hidden beneath the thin material. He frantically shoved the robe off her shoulders.

  His breath was ripped from his lungs at the sight of her perfectly round breasts coming into view. Her dark areolae were wide, and her nipples were like little chocolate buds. Her narrow waist flared out to her sensual hips.

  Her body was meant to be cherished.

  “Jesus, Jazzy,” he breathed. His gaze made its way up to meet hers.

  Her hooded eyes were full of lust and desire.

  “Just the way you look at me got my pussy gushing for you,” Jazzy admitted.

  His growl echoed through the garage. He gripped her by her hips and lifted her onto the hood of the baby-blue luxury vehicle.

  She leaned back on her elbows and spread her legs wide for him.

  He reached down and pulled his t-shirt over his head. His cock pressed at his shorts, begging to be released.

  Not yet, he muttered to himself.

  When he turned his attention back to Jazzy, his heart skipped a beat.

  “Think your husband would mind me eating your pussy and fucking you on top of his beloved car?”

  He smirked and settled his hands on each of her thighs. He loved the sight of her warm brown skin against his lighter, tan skin. The contrast was a big turn-on for him. Since the first day he had met her, she had enthralled him.

  “At this point, I don’t think it’s any of his business,” she whispered.

  Country pushed her legs back, forcing her to lie down completely on the hood of the car. Her slick brown folds called to him.

  Bending down, he ran his tongue along her slit. Her taste exploded on his tongue.

  Big Country was in Heaven.

  “Oh God. Charlie!” Jazz cried out. Her hand shot out and gripped his hair as if to hold on.

  She’d better.

  She was about to go for a ride.

  He covered her entire pussy with his mouth before sliding his tongue through her entire slit. He reached her clit and sucked the swollen flesh into his mouth.

  Her grip tightened on his hair.

  His cock pulsed.

  Her body shook as he feasted on the woman he’d desired for so long. Her juices flowed out of her. He licked and drank in every drop.

  Her husky cries filled the air as he flicked his tongue against her sensitive clit.

  He ran a finger though her folds, gathering her juices. He pushed his finger deep inside her. Her walls clamped down tight around him. Her pussy pulsated with every thrust of his finger. Wanting to stretch her out, he added another.

  He continued to thrust his fingers deep, fucking her with them to prepare her for the invasion of his cock.

  Her body trembled, her cries turned into curses, and his scalp burned from her pulling his hair. Having her cream on his face would be well worth the hair loss.

  “Charlie,” she groaned, arching her back off the car.

  “Say my name again,” he demanded.

  He pulled back so he could watch her writhe on the hood with his fingers buried deep. His hand, drenched with her honey, thrust back and forth.

  “Charlie!” she cried out, gasping for breath.

  He had her just where he wanted her.

  On the brink of orgasm.

  He pushed his fingers back inside, turning them in search of that perfect spot. He covered her clit again with his mouth and suckled her flesh—hard.

  Her muscles grew taut, and her legs clamped down on his hand while her scream echoed through the air. He drank in all of her essence that flowed from her.

  Country pushed her legs apart and continued to slowly lick her pussy. Her taste would be one he’d never forget. Just that quick, he was addicted to the taste of Jazzy.

  His Jazz.

  She had always been his.

  She just hadn’t known it.

  Her body jerked before relaxing back against the hood.

  “Oh my…” Her breathless whisper reached his ears.

  She tugged on his hair, forcing him to come up for air. He glanced up at her and found a lopsided grin on her face. Her skin was flushed, and she had a beautiful glow about her.

  His chest puffed out slightly.

  He was the cause of the smile and the rosy glow of her skin.

  “That tongue of yours, Charlie,” she gasped.

  He stood and pulled her toward the edge of the hood. “I’ve been waiting forever to get a taste of you,” he admitted. He undid the tie of his shorts and pushed them down. His cock sprang free, capturing her attention.

  “Jesus.” Her voice was a touch over a whisper. “I see why they call you Big Country.”

  He chuckled. “Come to me, Jazzy. Take my cock into your hands and guide me inside you.”

  Her wide eyes flickered up to meet his gaze. Her small tongue snuck out and licked her lips.

  Country watched with bated breath as she did what he’d directed her to do. He bit back a groan once her small hand slid along his length and wrapped around him.

  She pressed the blunt tip of his length against her slick opening. Country released a grunt and surged forward, pushing deep inside her. Jazz’s slick walls encapsulated him in her warm channel.

  He wrapped his hands around her supple thighs and pulled back before thrusting forward again. Her cry met his ears, and he was lost in the feel of her.

  “God, I’ve never felt so full before,” she whimpered.

  “Fuck!” Country breathed through his nostrils, trying to gain control of himself, but it was a losing battle.

  He had to move.

  This wasn’t going to be slow and romantic.

  No, this was going to be hard.

  It was going to be a complete fucking.

  A possession.

  He was going to not only take what he needed from Jazzy but give her something she’d been craving.

  “Come here,” he bit out through gritted teeth.

  He snatched her up from the car. She automatically wrapped her legs around his waist and sank down on him.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  He lifted her before slamming her down on his length. Her breasts pushed against his chest. Country couldn’t take his eyes off Jazz’s face if he tried. Her head was thrown back, and her eyes were closed.

  “Look at me,” he growled.

  Jazz let loose a whimper that went straight to his dick. Her face was flushed with sweat, and a smile appeared on her lips.

  Country was head over heels in love with her.

  Had always known it.

  Desire swelled in his chest for her along with a heat that drove him to pound his length deep inside her. He gripped her ass tight as he quickened the pace.

  Cries escaped her lips, but her gaze never wavered from his. Her eyes widened, and he knew immediately he’d hit that certain spot within her core.

  “Charlie.” His name was drawn out in a deep, long moan.

  “That’s right, Jazz. Come for me, baby.”

  Her lips parted, and another cry escaped from between her lips. Her arms crushed the back of his neck while she held on. The sound of their skin slapping against each other filled the air along with their gasps and moans.

  Country repeatedly slammed her down on his cock, his orgasm about to erupt from him. He could no longer control himself. His seed shot out just as a roar spilled from his mouth.

  Her tight, wet heat milked him, allowing him to pump her full of his release.

  A shudder passed through Jazz. Her lips curved
into a small smile once he finally held her still with his cock still buried inside her.

  “Charlie,” she murmured, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his.

  Their tongues dueled in a slow dance.

  She pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Stay with me tonight. Please.”

  Little did she know, now he was buried balls deep in her, he had already come to the conclusion she wasn’t sleeping alone tonight.

  Hell, she wouldn’t be sleeping at all tonight.

  “Wild horses couldn’t pull me away from you,” he murmured against her lips. He nipped her bottom lip, and already his cock stiffened again.

  She must have felt it, too. Her eyes widened.

  “Again?”

  “Honey.” He let his country roots show and put a little more twang in his voice. “I’m just getting started with you.”

  He slipped his cock from her wet sheath, and they both released a groan. His member was heavy and hard, ready for round two. He quickly turned and strode to the door that led back into the house.

  Her legs were locked around his waist as he carried her. She was such a little thing and barely weighed much. Jazzy leaned her face down and nestled it into the crook of his neck. Her muffled giggles met his ears.

  With everything she’d been through lately, it was the second best sound he’d heard aside from her screaming through her orgasm.

  He entered the kitchen and slammed the door behind them.

  “Hurry, Charlie.”

  She didn’t have to say it twice. He picked up speed and headed for her bedroom.

  Chapter Five

  Jazz breathed in deeply. The scent of sandalwood greeted her. She rubbed her face against the hardened chest of Charlie. Her lips curved into a small smile.

  For the first time, she felt free of Denton.

  Gone was the anxiety of potentially pissing him off when he came home from work. Gone was the fear of what he would do to her when he was in one of his moods.

  She ran her fingers through the light sprinkle of hair that decorated Charlie’s chest. She opened her eyes, and the rays of the sun were floating in through the open window.

  Peace surrounded her.

  Charlie’s light snore filled the air. His arm tightened around her, and she felt safe and secure in his arms. She pressed her naked form closer to his firm one and relished the memories of last night.

  Her night with Charlie was something out of this world. He’d ensured every part of her body had been worshiped.

  Denton had never cared to make sure she was pleased when they’d had sex. It had always been about him and what he’d wanted from her.

  Charlie was right.

  Denton had taken everything from her. Used her up and didn’t care.

  Charlie, on the other hand, gave her everything she could ever want. Remembering his touch sent a ripple of goosebumps down her arm.

  Even now, just by her looking at her sleeping lover, her body was already responding. Her nipples pushed against his side while her pussy pulsed with a need that only he could satisfy.

  She bit her lip and tried to push aside the tiny bit of guilt harboring deep in the back of her mind. She should feel ashamed for sleeping with another man on the same day she’d buried her husband.

  Denton didn’t deserve her respect.

  Nor did he deserve her tears.

  She released a deep breath, and a new sensation came into her chest. She didn’t know what it was but she knew what it wasn’t.

  Fear. Anxiety.

  Tilting her head back, she was met with the intense gray eyes of Charlie.

  “Do you regret this?” he asked. His voice rumbled from deep inside his chest.

  She shook her head with a small smile playing on her lips. She had to fight the urge not to grin.

  Charlie’s large hand swept along her back and slid down to her ass.

  “Did you sleep well?” she asked. She bit back a groan from the feeling of his hands massaging her ass cheek.

  “From what little bit of sleep this sex kitten allowed me to have? Yes, I did.”

  She snorted and rolled her eyes.

  Sex kitten.

  She’d never been described as such before.

  “You’re crazy.” She giggled.

  He pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  “You should do that more,” he murmured. He tilted her head back and ran a finger along her cheek. His thumb pressed against her bottom lip before trailing along it.

  “What should I do more of?” she asked. Her eyebrows shot up with curiosity.

  “Smile. It lights up your beautiful face,” he responded.

  A rare shyness overcame her. She was lost for words on what to say to his observation. She wasn’t used to such treatment, such honesty, or such raw emotions.

  Jazz glanced over at the nightstand and saw the time on the clock. A sigh escaped her because she knew their time together would soon be coming to an end.

  “Aden should be waking any minute,” she whispered. She ran a hand up to Charlie’s face and along his beard. She loved everything about it. It gave him a sexy, mysterious look, and the feel of it between her thighs sent a shiver down her spine. “He shouldn’t find you here.”

  She’d tried to put it as nicely as she could. She didn’t want to insult the man who’d wrung multiple orgasms from her body throughout the night.

  Now that it was the light of day, there were many things she had to accomplish. One that never went away was the job of Mom.

  “I understand,” Charlie breathed. He cupped her jaw and lowered his head to hers. He pressed his lips to hers in one of the sweetest kisses she’d ever experienced. “We wouldn’t want to confuse the little guy. We also have to get ready for the cops. They made an appointment with you today.”

  “I know.”

  She didn’t want to move from where she was. Reality was slowly slipping its way into their private oasis. If she could, she’d stay in Charlie’s arms forever.

  As if reading her mind, Charlie rolled over on top of her. Her legs automatically fell open to accommodate him. His length brushed against her folds. A moan escaped her.

  Last night, she’d certainly had an up-close-and-personal lesson on why he was nicknamed Big Country. He was a large man who had grown up out in the fresh country air and was huge—everywhere.

  Memories of him behind her, taking her hard and fast, had her pussy clenching with need.

  “Charlie,” she whispered in her feeble attempt to stop him.

  “What is it, Jazzy?” He lined up the blunt tip of his cock to her entrance.

  She was soaking wet and dying to feel his wide girth stretch her out.

  He pressed forward and slid right home. “Jazzy.”

  His guttural groan had her pussy pulsating around his long length.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  She threw her head back and turned her pleasure over to Charlie. He pulled back and slammed hard into her, eliciting a shout to erupt from her lips.

  They both moved in harmony with each other. Jazz slid her hands up Charlie’s back and dove them into his thick hair. Country’s fingers dug into her thighs as he pushed forward.

  Jazz thrust her hips in tandem with him. “More.”

  Charlie grunted with each movement.

  This morning’s lovemaking wasn’t going to be soft and romantic. It was going to be hard and consume the both of them.

  The bed banged against the wall, and she didn’t care if anyone heard them.

  The rush of sensations coursing through her body ripped the air from her lungs. Jazz gasped for breath and tugged on Country’s hair.

  “Yes!” she shouted, her eyes on her big, strong bodyguard.

  His expression was focused while he draped one of her legs over his arm, opening her even more for him. His cock sank farther inside her, and she just about lost it. Her cries grew louder along with his.

  Country’s strokes were long and true, sending shock w
aves through her body.

  “Jazzy,” he gasped, his stormy gray eyes gazing deep into hers.

  A connection she’d never felt before wove its way to her heart. She didn’t know when it happened, but she had fallen in love with her bodyguard.

  His hand slid down her stomach, and she trembled. She was on the brink of another orgasm. She had officially lost count and was seconds from begging him to finish her off.

  Country’s thumb connected with her clit, and her orgasm crashed into her. Her back arched off the bed, and Country continued thrusting hard.

  His shout of release echoed through the air as he lodged his cock fully inside her. A warmth filled her, and she welcomed it.

  Their bodies, dripping with sweat, flopped back onto the bed, entangled with each other. Charlie’s large form lay on top of her. They both just laid there. Jazz couldn’t move if she tried.

  Jazz’s breaths were coming hard and fast. She held on to Country, not wanting him to move from off of her. She ran her hand along the back of Country’s sweat-slicked back.

  Country pushed up on to his elbows and gazed down into her eyes. She smiled and brought his head down for a kiss. His cock was still buried deep, and if it wasn’t for the chance of her son coming into the room, she wouldn’t want to leave.

  Country brushed her hair from her face and broke the kiss.

  “I got to go, pretty lady,” he murmured against her lips.

  “I know. It doesn’t mean I want you to.”

  His lips curled up into his crooked grin. He withdrew from her body, and she instantly missed the feeling of him inside her. She rolled over onto her side and watched him stand from the bed.

  “Looks like I left my clothes down in the garage.” He laughed, running a hand along his beard.

  “You can grab a towel out of the bathroom and cover up,” she offered.

  He wagged a finger at her and disappeared into her adjoining bathroom. Glancing at her clock on her nightstand, she knew he could make it to his suite in the mansion before any of her employees arrived for the day.

  He reappeared with the towel barely covering his large form. “I’ll see you soon, pretty lady.” He threw her a wink and exited through the door, closing it behind him.