Boys Next Door. Sommer Marsden
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the spell and shifted on my stool. Bad move, my cunt very readily and thankfully took to the sinuous movement and a small rush of fluid escaped me.
I swallowed hard and ignored my unruly nether regions.
‘So tell me.’ My voice was husky and I coughed again. ‘About my house. This tower business. It’s rather odd to look up and see a tower in one’s neighbourhood.’
‘The story goes that Maxwell Shore built the tower in Maple Terrace so he could look down on the town and see his one true love. For whatever unspecified reason, he couldn’t be with his love. So he sat in the tower almost nightly right up until the time that he died and watched over the town.’
‘Wow, that is … creepy but also kind of romantic.’ I poured us both two more glasses of wine.
Deke got up and pointed to the fireplace. ‘May I?’
‘Oh God, please!’ I laughed, clapping spontaneously. ‘I’d love a fire. It’s sort of … raw in here, don’t you think?’
‘Fall’s been here for a few weeks but your heat hasn’t been on at all. The stones soak it in. So, you need a nice fire to ward it off.’
He set about crumpling newspaper and stacking kindling and I watched him. The long, sexy muscles in his arms. His broad back, taut muscles visible beneath his grey thermal shirt. The way his torso tapered down to a nice trim waist. And cargo pants that somehow were bulky but managed to hug his ass in the most effective way.
‘And all this time no one ever found out who his love was?’ I asked, my mouth dry, my tongue sticky and reluctant.
Jesus, he was nice to look at.
Deke turned his head and caught me looking. His grin brought out the whiteness of his teeth and the Satan-ish aspect of him I’d been admiring from our very first moment of acquaintance. My gut tumbled nervously, my pussy flexing with wet abandon. I had to get myself under control.
‘Nope. There was a box of letters hidden under the wooden bench that’s bolted to the wall in the tower room. It was full of love letters to Maxwell. The love letters indicated that they were answers from his lover. Responses to letters he’d written, we assume. So somewhere in town is a box or bag or something full of love letters from Maxwell.’ He shook his head. ‘We think. As town legends go ours has a few gaping holes.’
‘That’s so … cool.’
He laughed. ‘I guess.’
The fire roared to life and lit his face with orange and crimson, solidifying the whole Satan idea.
‘Well, I think it is,’ I said. I walked over and put my hands out to the fireplace. Heat licked my palms and I shivered from the sudden temperature change.
Deke wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. Pulling me close against him. I could feel his heart hammering against my shoulder blade, his breath brushing over my neck as he spoke.
The fire danced in my eyes and the warmth slid along my skin.
‘I know you’re new here. I know what happened today in the elevator was a fluke. I don’t have any expectations, but I have to tell you Farrell McGee – fuck – I cannot get you or what we did out of my head.’
Okay, so I know what I said. But his cock was hard against the split of my ass and his hands were big and somewhat possessive, spread low on my waist, fingertips almost touching the top of my mound. I turned in his arms and pressed tight against him, rocking my pelvis to his. The friction was delicious, his mouth, when it crushed down on mine, even more so.
I found the length of his erection with my hand and rubbed him roughly so he groaned. ‘Take them off,’ I said.
‘Are you sure about this? I told you I know it was a flu –’
‘Shut up and take off your pants.’
He chuckled, not moving away from me immediately, but pulling me in a bit tighter so he had me trapped to his hard body. ‘You are a different kind of woman, do you know that?’
‘I’m impulsive.’
‘Is that bad?’
‘No.’ I smiled and slid my impatient fingers beneath his waistband to touch his hot skin. ‘The Devil made me do it,’ I laughed and felt my fingers brush the top of his perfect, talented cock.
‘He did, did he?’
We hit a pile of blankets I’d set on my vintage green sofa. My ass slid a little and I let out a whoop even as I snagged the snap on his cargoes and yanked. The zipper made an angry sound and Deke shoved his hands between us to rescue me from my own efforts.
‘You’re warm,’ I said, finally taking him in hand.
His big, brown eyes drifted shut slowly and he sighed. ‘Am I?’
‘You are, your cock is, the room is, I’m … burning up.’ I smiled and slid my loose fist up and down the length of him until he growled.
‘Let’s get you out of these … what are these?’
‘Leggings,’ I snickered, raising my hips to help him along.
‘I was going to say tights …’ His voice tapered off when he pulled them down and off of me. I was bare beneath them and he let out a mighty sigh. ‘My God.’
‘Touch me.’ My voice was way more needy than I normally liked, but I was fine with it. I had said I wouldn’t do this and here I was doing it. The tone of my voice was irrelevant. I was going to just run with my emotions.
Something about Deke made me not only throw caution to the wind, but also my rational thoughts. And I liked it.
‘Take the sweater off,’ he growled.
I did it, ripping it over my head and tossing it behind my sofa. I was bra-less and suddenly chilled but warm tongues of heat from the cavorting fire licked over my quickly cooling skin.
Deke spread me open, spread me wide, splaying my pussy lips like he wanted to see every flushed bit of skin on me. Circling my clit with his thumb, he watched me squirm. ‘You’re very pink. And very wet.’
‘Am I?’
He grinned. We had quite the teasing back and forth going. ‘You are. I bet I could make you wetter.’
Wood popped in the fireplace and made me jump, the wind from earlier in the day had kicked back up and was licking the eaves of my house. A line by T.S. Eliot about wind flickered through my head. It was all quite surreal and utterly perfect, as we moaned lowly, screwing around in my new tiny living room like teenagers left alone for the night.
‘Can you make me wetter?’ My voice had dropped to a breathy whisper.
He lowered his face, jaw tight and well shaped, dark eyes flashing. He had an almost feline quality to his bone structure and it added to the sexy-as-hell appearance of him preparing to set his lips to my pussy.
‘I guarantee it.’
Deke dropped to his knees on the floor and forced my thighs wide. His big hands clamped down on the insides of my knees, anchoring me to the sofa in exactly the position he desired. He was a little bit teasing, a little bit rough and a whole lot decisive. The overall effect was a man who had me on the verge of begging. Begging him to skip the foreplay and fuck me again. Fuck me the way he had in the elevator.
Good and fast and thorough.
All thoughts of begging him to skip this part fled my mind when he drew his tongue along the seam of my sex in the laziest lick I had ever witnessed. He gathered my moisture on his tongue, spread it up and over my slit and then nibbled my clit like he had all the time in the world.
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