James, Elle Saint - Unbridled and Unridden [The Double Rider Men's Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

She tried to relax and let him fill her slowly. But she wanted him all the way inside.

He lifted his head from her breast and whispered, “Jesus, you’re so tight. Are you sure I’m not hurting you?” Deacon sent a half lidded gaze down to her face. She wanted to lick his mouth.

Jessica pushed his hips trying to guide him into her body further. “No. Doesn’t hurt. Feels so good. Beyond words, really. You can push harder if you want.” Her breathy, choppy voice sounded strange. If this was what being in the throes of passion was like, she wanted more.

“Well, I do want.” Deacon kissed her lips and sent a hard thrust of his hips forward, and soon he was balls deep and all the way inside her body. He pulled out partway, and then pushed forward once more. The sensation of the second stroke took her breath away. This was sex. It was amazing. She wanted more.

He paused with his cock fully embedded and didn’t move. He kissed her lips, but didn’t move to thrust inside her anymore.

“You don’t have to stop moving.” She tightened her legs around him to keep him inside of her body.

“I’m just letting you get used to me for a minute. I promise to continue.” He kissed her lips again. “You sure are something special.”

She put her hand on his face. “You are something very special, too.”
You’re my first, Deacon. I’m so glad I waited for you.
He smiled in that certain way that made her heart feel like a stampede of cattle ran through her chest. She smiled back and tried to relax.

Jessica slid both of her arms around his neck and kissed him back. At first, their connection was soft and slow, but soon the kiss shifted to aggressive and powerful.

She was so excited to be exactly where she was. In bed with Deacon and as intimately connected as two people could be as he kissed her mindless. She already wanted to have sex again even though this first time wasn’t finished yet. The initial discomfort as he’d entered subsided as the rush of realization came through. He was just so big and filled her so full, she couldn’t wait for more.

As they kissed, he moved his hand between them and soon stroked her clit with his thumb. Sparks of delight ensued with each brush he made. A few minutes later he began to move his cock out and then in.

With his thumb keeping a steady movement across her clit and his wide cock penetrating her body but going a little bit faster with each thrust, Jessica was spiraling upward to another peak. Ten strokes later, Deacon was hitting deeper and deeper into her pussy. Every nerve ending tingled with delight. Each push against her womb with his cock sent electric flashes of pleasure coursing through her veins.

He continued pumping inside her. He was big, but he felt amazingly good. Stroke. Stroke. Thrust. The rhythm carried on and on. Deacon was thrusting deeper and deeper. His breath, like hers, came in gasps. The climax she didn’t expect rushed over her in waves of vibrant pleasure. She cried out, barely recognizing her own throaty moan. Her legs clung to Deacon’s as he continued to move inside her.

Jessica opened her eyes and stared into his smiling and very aroused face. His expression was one of almost wonderment. He narrowed his lids, sent his cock as deep as possible, and stiffened over her, with a satisfied sound coming from his lips soon after.

The walls of her pussy tightened over and over on his cock. She didn’t even know how her body had any space to move at all, so tight was their connection. But she loved it. Loved every second of her first time together with him.

Deacon, still balanced on his forearms over her, suddenly collapsed and pinned her to the bed. She rolled them over until she was on top, but they were still completely connected.

“I don’t think I have words for how amazing that was,” came his whispered pant.

“Indeed.” She giggled. “And you’re all out of breath. What’s up with that?”

“I worked hard.”

She leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Yes, you did.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like it right now because I’m all boneless and panting from the first time, but I’m going to want to do this a couple more times tonight, if it’s okay with you.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Next time I won’t be so quick to finish.”

“That was quick? I don’t think so.”

He rolled them to one side and pulled his cock out of her. She watched as he staggered to the small bathroom. “Damn, woman, you sure know how to tire a man out.”

“Maybe so, but you’re going to come back and give me some more, right?”

Chapter Five

“I’ll think about it,” he called out. Deacon lingered in Jessica’s bathroom, wondering how to ask if she was
really
all right. He had been a bit more aggressive than he’d initially intended, and thought he might have made her bleed a little bit. A big cock and a small woman sometimes caused extra stretching, and this wasn’t the first time he’d ever seen blood. But it always bothered him. The idea of hurting her even a single little bit sent a stream of acid catapulting low in his belly.

He most certainly didn’t want to hurt her. “Are you sure you can handle my massive cock again, sugar?” He exited the bathroom and headed to the bed with the idea they should probably cuddle instead of instigating round two.

“Bring it back in here and I’ll show you
exactly
how I can handle it.”

Deacon wanted to skip back into her room, but just walked to preserve his manliness. He was so delighted he’d come over tonight. Now that his head had cleared a bit, he wondered if Boyd would have been sharing her bed tonight, if he’d come over instead. Flashes of their brief evening came back to him. She had been expecting Boyd, but hadn’t had any underclothing on beneath her dress. Interesting. But something he needed to save for later to think about.

If she also liked Boyd enough to plan an evening like this, would she consider sleeping with the two of them? He didn’t know how on earth to ask, because what if he was wrong? What if she only whipped her dress open because he had showed up instead of Boyd. Maybe Boyd would have only gotten cookies.

Plus, he’d been early. Maybe girls put their panties on last second before opening the door to a man, and she hadn’t had time once he’d rung the doorbell.

Against the jubilation he felt inside, Deacon strolled calmly through the door to her room. Jessica waited for him on her bed. She had her hand in the air and a foil package pinched between two fingers already.

Deacon climbed in bed with her, wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tight. She scratched his back with the condom.

“What position will we be trying next?” he asked.

“You choose this time.”

He leaned close and whispered in her ear. “How adventurous are you?”

He wanted her on all fours so he could take her from behind, but not all women were accommodating. He figured she’d be on top next.

“Anything goes,” she whispered.

He buried his face at her neck. “Even if I want to turn you over and take you from behind?” He held her and waited for her to talk him out of it.

She hugged him tight. “Do you mean doggie style?”

“Yeah, but I don’t really like to call it that.”

“Okay. No problem. Call it whatever you want.”

Deacon pulled back to look in her eyes. “So does that mean no problem you’ll get on all fours so I can mount you from behind?”

Her grin sent his heart pounding. “Oh absolutely. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I guess because some women don’t care for it.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged. “Because I can get my massive cock to go even deeper from that position. They cringe in fear.”

She laughed. The lyrical sound of her amusement knocked his heart on its ass. “Now I really want to do it. I’m not afraid, you know.”

“No need to be.” Deacon wondered if her experience might be limited, but didn’t want to stop the progression to ask. “You’ve never been taken from behind before?”

“Nope. But I’m really anxious to see if your massive cock can go even deeper.”

“Great. Turn over onto your stomach and I’ll educate you.”

She slipped over on to her belly. He grabbed the condom from her fingers and put it on as she then rose onto her hands and knees. Still on his back next to her, he looked down her body at her beautiful breasts hanging down. She wasn’t too small or too big. A perfect handful.

Before he moved behind her, he stroked his hand across each breast and then reached between her legs to assess her wetness level. She was dripping. Perfect.

As he fingered her clit, he said, “I love a wet woman.”

“You seem to bring that out in me.”

He grinned, shifted his hand away and climbed behind her on the bed.

The front of his thighs pressed up against the backs of her legs. She was so soft. He couldn’t wait to bury himself deep. But first he took the time to explore her body from this position. He sent his hands from her hips to her waist and then on to her shoulders. He rubbed her soft skin and massaged the space along her spine. She pushed her butt into his groin and rubbed back and forth. Not ready to penetrate her just yet, he reached around and palmed both of her breasts. She sucked in a sharp breath when he pinched both of her nipples.

“I love it when you touch me.” She whispered so low he wondered if she was merely talking to herself.

Deacon sent a hand between her legs again to finger her clit. He wanted her very wet for this next penetration. It didn’t take long for her to start moaning and rubbing against him.

“Are you ready for me, Miss Troy?” The formal title while he was about to be so intimately connected with her gave his libido a thrill.

“Ready and waiting, Mr. Wilder,” she replied.

He grabbed his cock, positioned it at the entrance to her very slick pussy, and thrust forward hard and fast. She was so fucking tight it was a wonder he didn’t lose himself with the initial stroke inside. Jesus, he’d already come once tonight. Having one orgasm usually gave him a bit more stamina for a second round of sex. Jessica tripped something inside of him that apparently caused an extreme endurance drain when they came together. Each time with her was like the first time.

He gripped her hips to give himself some extra leverage as he thrust inside her again. And again.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” she repeated over and over with each deep push of his hips.

Deacon reached between her legs to rub her clit as he fucked her hard. Soon she was pushing back as he thrust forward.

He wanted to capture a handful of her dark, luxurious hair and hold tight as he pounded his cock inside her body, but restrained himself.

If he hadn’t just fucked her a little while ago, he’d wonder if she was a virgin as he thrust his cock into her tight-as-a-vise pussy. His eyes were about to roll back in his head with pleasure. She was so snug and slick with passion and responsive and damn well perfect.

She groaned loud and long right before her pussy started clamping down on his thrusting cock. He dearly loved to hear the sound of a woman come. The finger he’d used to rub her clit found its way to her rear hole. He should ask first before invading this dark territory, but found he couldn’t speak. He’d say sorry later. For now, he wanted it.

He slid a single juicy finger past the ring of muscles in her anus all the way to his second knuckle. He then climaxed like a rocket was shooting out of his body by way of his happy dick. The gratifying sensation starting at the top of his spine, making a circuit through his balls and then out of his cock. The whole length of his body exploded with pleasure the moment he came. For a minute black spots swam before his eyes as if he was about to lose consciousness.
Damn
.

The sex was especially good if you almost passed out right after climaxing.

Deacon collapsed on her back, trying to keep from slipping into darkness.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” he murmured.

“That’s the truth. This is my new favorite position.”

“And how many positions have you tried?”

She shrugged and smiled. “Just these two. But I know what I like.”

He pressed kisses down the length of her spine and pulled his body up. After cleaning up quickly in her bathroom, he returned to bed and snuggled up next to her. She was faced away, curled on her side.