She wiggled closer, her hands stroking up and down my thighs. “You saying fine because you want me to suck you off?”
“I’m saying fine because I don’t want another man’s arms around you teaching you how to hold a fuckin’ gun.”
She laughed then grabbed my cock at the base and squeezed. I groaned then watched as my girl put her mouth back on my dick.DECK AND I took the dishes back inside and he scrubbed the pot and pan while I dried. I was right; he was massive and my jaw was a little sore from taking him, but he tasted damn good and when he came down my throat, it was more than that. It was about Deck being vulnerable and he’d given that by telling me about his dad and when he let me take control sexually.
He handed me the last pan and I was reaching up to put it away when he grabbed me and pulled me in tightly to him. “Your brother said your bed was your imaginary island and that’s where you and your stuffed animals lived.”
Jesus, Connor had a big mouth. “Kids had monsters in the closet … I had sharks swimming on my floor.”
His finger tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’d slay them all for you, babe.”
“Mmm, a hot pirate.”
“A pirate with a prisoner.” Deck kissed the side of my neck and I shivered, the familiar ache building between my legs. “Who needs to walk the plank.”
He turned me around in his arms and I was met with a playful smile. It was like the demons in both of us were being washed away just by being with one another. “Meaning?”
His smiled dropped. “Meaning I want you in the pool in two seconds.”
I raised my brows and put my hands on top of his, resting firmly on my hips. “Well, a pirate doesn’t always get what he wants, does he?”
“This one does.” Before I could do anything but squeal that girlie sound, he had me thrown over his shoulder and was striding through the house to the terrace. Without a second’s hesitation and still with my clothes on, he tossed me into the pool.
I came up sputtering. Deck was standing at the edge so I splashed him. He didn’t move, nor did he smile, but he wasn’t mad. There was heat in his eyes which made the butterflies in my stomach go bungee jumping. This was the office-Deck taking control.
“You going to stand there or is my pirate coming to fuck me?”
His eyes sparked like they had when I put my mouth on his cock.
My stomach splatted and sizzled like butter hitting a hot frying pan as he stood staring at me treading water. He was mine. After all the years fantasizing about him and trying to convince myself he would suck in bed, Deck was mine.
I swam to the edge of the pool and watched as he took out a small square silver package from his pocket and ripped it open. Then he slowly took off his jeans and his cock sprang free, already hard. He yanked off his t-shirt, put on the condom, then walked to the side of the pool and looked down at me.
“In the shallow end. Knees on the second step, hands on the top.”
I swallowed. His eyes were dark and narrowed, watching me, bold and unyielding as he waited for me to obey. I wanted to sass and tease, but I held back. There was something about him that had me bite my tongue. And I was totally turned on by his order, thinking about what he was going to do.
His brows lowered further and his scowl was like it’d been in his office. I knew he’d walk away. Deck was in control, I was going to be his puppet and the thought heightened the throbbing as I swam to the other end of the pool.
I did what he asked and my ass was half out of the pool. I heard him approach, his bare feet slow and deliberate as he walked toward me. My heart pounded against my ribs and got faster as I looked up to see him standing at the edge of the pool in front of me.
“Head down.”
I did. Only then did he come up behind me. He yanked my track pants down and I lifted each leg as he pulled them off and threw them aside. I looked over my shoulder and as soon as I did, I felt the slap of his palm against my ass. “Eyes forward.”
Shit. That hurt. My skin was wet, his slap making it worse, but then I felt the warmth of his hand soothing where it stung. I sighed and relaxed, my head dropping forward.
I felt his finger lightly trace one of the cuts. I barely felt them now as they had scabbed over. “This doesn’t happen again.”