Surrendering (Surrender 1)

I shove the last bite of food into my mouth, trying to stall his attack. I need to think of a good comeback, but my mind has gone blank. He moves my plate away and traps me under him, keeping his body pushed up on his elbows. I can’t roll away and his knees have mine stuck. He watches me and smirks at my continuous chewing. “Pretty soon, that little bite is going to be baby food if you don’t swallow.”

I finally swallow and ask for a drink of water. He lifts the cold bottle to my lips and purposely spills some water down my chin and onto my neck.

“Declan, that’s cold!”

“Let me clean you up.” He leans down and licks up and down the path formed by the water. When he gets to my collarbone, he nips gently over my sensitive skin. My body ignites and I run my hands under his shirt and pull it over his head. He helps me get it off and then settles me under him again. He slowly makes his way to my mouth and his lips crash onto mine. I scratch my fingernails down his back, urging him down closer to my body, but he barely moves.

“Dec, I need you to touch me.” We continue kissing and he lightly runs his hand down my side until he reaches the top of my pants. He pulls on the button and lowers the zipper just enough to move his hand down to my center. He hisses into my mouth when he feels my slick flesh. The moment his fingers run down my folds, I buck up and press into him. He’s moving so slow, teasing me as I squirm under him. I slide my hand down his abs and unbutton his jeans. He’s gone commando today and his cock springs right into my hand. I rub the tip with my thumb and lightly scrape his length. I wrap my hand all the way around him and squeeze as I stroke. “Is this how you prove you’re not a boy? You take me to third base on the couch?”

“Oh, you want to make fun of me, huh? Let’s see what you have to say when you start screaming my name.”

Lighting fast, he has me up and my legs wrapped around him. He throws us against the hallway wall and supports me with one arm while his fingers assault me. They curl and twirl inside of me as he whispers dirty words in my ear.

Minutes later, I’m shouting his name against his neck and holding onto his biceps for support. I throw my head back against the wall and try to catch my breath. He’s shaking as hard as I am. He removes his fingers from me and I moan in protest.

There’s a loud knock at the door. Then the doorbell starts ringing. Whoever it is continues to knock loudly.

“Dec, who could that be?”

“I’m not sure, but I’m going to kill them.”

Declan puts me down on the floor and we both straighten our clothes. He doesn’t grab his shirt, but he stalks to the door and looks through the side window to see who’s here. He swings it open, but stands in the doorway so I can’t see who it is.

“This better be a fucking emergency or I’m going to kill you Blake!” He yells.

“No, man. Sorry to interrupt, but Cooper told me to be here at 9:00. From the look of you and sounds coming through the door, you didn’t get the same call.”

Declan shakes his head, “What are you talking about?”

“Check your phone. Cooper called a band meeting tonight at your house.”

“Well, as you can tell, this isn’t a good time.” He moves from the door and gets his phone off the table. There are several messages and texts from Cooper about the meeting. Declan blows out a frustrated breath and I hand him his shirt. I gather our dinner dishes and go to the kitchen to clean up. I’m avoiding Blake because I’m pretty sure he heard me screaming through my orgasm a few minutes ago. After I finish the last dish, I gather my stuff and head to the bedroom. Nate and Cooper have arrived and Blake is strumming his guitar. I give them all a quick wave and tell them I’m going to go study. Blake smiles at me and my face heats up.

I get ready for bed because I’m pretty sure that the world of business and economy will put me to sleep. Declan comes in shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry.” He sits next to me.

“Why are you sorry? I’m pretty sure I enjoyed myself.” I laugh and run my fingers over his zipper.

“Blake’s a cockblocker. I was in pain for five minutes.”

I move my hand to his neck and pull him down for a kiss. “Maybe when you come to bed, we can take care of that. But for now, I need to study and you need to go practice with the guys.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Not at all. I need to study so my GPA doesn’t drop. I’ve got plenty to keep me busy tonight.”

“See you later; we’ll try to keep it down.”

“Don’t worry about it. This is your house; be as loud as you need to.”

“You’re now a part of this house and you should be able to study.” He emphasizes the “you’re” to make sure I know he wants me here.

He grabs the notebook on his nightstand when he leaves. A few minutes later, I hear his guitar strumming. After about an hour of reading, taking notes, and highlighting, I pile my books back in my bag and close my laptop. I curl into bed and fall asleep, listening to the music from the other room.

*****

The rest of the week flew by in a rush. I met with my school group several times throughout the week and we split our responsibilities. I’m in charge of the research portion so I’ve been staying up late every night trying to find the data to turn over to Brent before the weekend. He’s in charge of the graphics and images after I compile the information.