“You. I need you,” I whimpered.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
I gave a shake of my head, warmth filling my cheeks. Dirty talk usually embarrassed me, so I couldn’t imagine saying what Deacon wanted me to.
With his eyes on mine, Deacon snaked a hand underneath my skirt. When one of his fingers skimmed the outside of my panties, I bucked my hips against him only to have him pull away. Frustration filled me. His breath scorched against my earlobe as he repeated, “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Please, Deacon.”
“Please, Deacon, what?” He pulled his head up to pin me with his gaze. “Please kiss me? Please suck my nipples? Please finger fuck my pussy so I can come?”
Wanting to resist saying such horrible things, I clamped my teeth down on my lip. But then, as the seconds ticked agonizingly by, the desire grew too great. “Please finger me,” I whispered.
A triumphant grin stretched across his face. “What did you say?”
“I said to finger me,” I repeated a little louder.
“Finger you where?”
“You know where!” I snapped.
“Say it, Alex.”
Grabbing both sides of his face, I shouted, “Finger my pussy, Deacon! Finger me until I’m so wet, it’s dripping down my thighs! Finger me until I come, my walls clamping around you!”
His eyes widened as the amusement from teasing me faded from them. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, shaking his head at me. “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” And then he pushed inside my panties and, thankfully, thrust two fingers inside me. We both groaned at the contact. I rocked my hips against his fingers. Just as I started building toward the edge, he pulled his hand away.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged.
“Don’t worry, babe. I want you to finish around my tongue.”
Deacon knelt in front of me, his hands disappearing underneath my skirt. His rough fingers came to grip the elastic band of my thong before he jerked and tugged it down my thighs. After lifting my left foot, he widened my legs and placed my calf on his shoulder. With a wicked gleam in his eye, he ducked his head, burying his face in my pussy. “Deacon!” I hissed.
At the first drag of his tongue across my clit, I cried out, clawing at the strands of his dark hair. My hips rocked forward as his assault with his tongue continued down the lips of my labia. One hand came to grip my skirt, pushing it up to my hips. Glancing down, I now had a fabulous view of him as he licked and sucked. When my gaze met his, I couldn’t bring myself to look away.
But as I grew closer and closer to coming, my eyelids fluttered shut, and I threw my head back against the mirrored wall. I gripped Deacon’s hair tighter, working my hips faster against his tongue.
“Deacon? Miss Alex?” Willow’s voice called from the top of the stairs.
At the sound of his daughter’s voice, Deacon froze, his face still buried between my legs. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. I desperately needed for him to keep going—I needed to explode around his tongue.
“Y-yes?” I finally stammered.
“It’s time for dinner.”
“Okay. We’ll be right up.”
With the lust-filled moment of frenzy broken, Deacon rocked back on his knees. He eased my shaky leg down. Glancing up at me, Deacon slid my panties slowly up my legs and thighs. “I better go,” I whispered.
“You don’t want to stay for dinner?”
I shook my head. “I can’t sit across from you right now and make simple conversation.”
He cocked his brows at me, a grin stretching across his lips. “I got you that worked up, babe?”
Jerking my chin at the bulge in his pants, I replied, “I could argue the same for you.”
He chuckled. “You got me with that one.”
Turning around, I glanced in the mirror to quickly smooth down my skirt and button up my top. Once I was finished, I tried to calm my out-of-control hair from where Deacon’s fingers had mussed it up. When I thought I looked presentable enough, I started for the stairs. Deacon reached out and grabbed me, jerking me to him.
“Deacon, we have to—”
He crushed his lips to mine. When he pulled away, I was once again a dizzy mess. “I didn’t want you leaving here feeling used. I meant to say good night.”
“Thank you and good night,” I murmured.
When he let me go, I raced up the stairs. At the sight of Rev and Bishop’s expectant look, warmth flooded my face. “I have to go.”
“But why?” Beth asked.
“I—I have to be at my aunt and uncle’s tonight,” I lied.