The Anti-Boyfriend

One Saturday afternoon, Sharon called to tell me she had the day free if I wanted her to come spend a few hours with Sunny. She said she figured I might appreciate some time to myself. Never one to refuse unexpected help, I thanked her and said I would love to take her up on that.

She arrived about an hour later. As I kissed Sunny goodbye and headed out the door, I realized I had absolutely nowhere to be. I didn’t want to go anywhere. I wanted to see Deacon. I wanted to be alone with Deacon, something that—very strategically on my part—hadn’t happened since he’d come back.

But how would I make that happen without sending the wrong message? Did I care about the consequences anymore? My body was more than ready, but my mind wasn’t there yet.

I stood in front of his door, frozen, for probably five minutes.

“Naughty girl…going to get the boom-boom from Fuckboy.”

I turned around to see Mrs. Winsbanger’s door suddenly close.

Shit.

If she was onto me, surely Deacon would see right through this little spur-of-the-moment visit, too?

Nevertheless, I sighed and decided to knock.

Deacon opened the door with a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped down his bare chest. Holy shit. I’d nearly forgotten how hot this man’s body was.

“What’s up, beautiful? This is a nice surprise.”

My eyes traveled down his torso. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”

“You’re not interrupting. I just took a quick shower after the gym. I’m glad you’re here.”

Barely able to get the words out, I said, “I, uh, got an unexpected call from Sharon. She had some time today and offered to babysit. So I was wondering if you wanted to hang out.”

I couldn’t break my eyes away from his amazing chest, hard and glistening. He was even more ripped than I remembered. Deacon had mentioned working out more lately, perhaps to get out some of the sexual frustration.

“I would absolutely love to spend time with you.” He stepped out of the way. “Come in. Please.”

We faced each other in the middle of his living room, the proximity of his body wreaking havoc on me.

He smiled knowingly.

Yup. He was onto me. “What?” I asked.

His mouth curved into a smirk. “I like the way you’re looking at me right now.”

“I’m trying not to.”

“I know you’ve worked really hard not to be alone with me up until this point. I get it. But…what do you want, Carys?” His eyes brimmed with intensity. “Because I’m pretty sure it’s the same fucking thing I want right now.”

The utter need in his voice matched the feeling in my loins. He pressed his chest into me, and I buried my face in his hard pecs.

“Apparently, I’m obvious,” I said, speaking into his skin. “Even Mrs. Winsbanger called me out for coming over here to have sex with you.”

His laughter shook against me. “Mrs. Winsbanger thinks everyone is having sex twenty-four-seven.”

I looked up to meet his glassy eyes. “I want you,” I whispered.

He nodded. “But you’re scared.”

“Yes.”

He pulled back to look into my eyes, placing his big, rough hands around my face. “Please don’t be scared of me anymore.”

My breathing quickened. “I’m sorry.”

Deacon placed a firm kiss on my forehead. “Don’t you dare apologize.”

He kissed down to my nose, and then my mouth. I opened for him as his tongue slipped inside. Damn. It was good to taste him again.

His nails dug into my side, his voice filled with need. “It’s been a long fucking time for both of us. If you want me right now, it doesn’t have to mean shit, Carys. Just use me. Fucking use me. Let me make you feel good. I promise it doesn’t have to be anything more than sex yet, if you don’t want it to. And yes, I would say just about anything to have you. Because I need it. But I promise I won’t hurt you.”

Closing my eyes, I nodded, so desperate for him.

The next thing I knew, I felt his hand under my dress and between my legs, shifting my drenched panties to the side and slipping his fingers in. The sound that escaped me signified a long hunger, finally satisfied.

Burying his fingers inside me, he moved in and out as I tightened the muscles between my legs. His lips enveloped mine as he continued to fuck me with his hand. My body went wild. Unable to pull his hair hard enough, I was practically climbing him. As soon as he pulled his fingers out and pressed his erection against me, I knew I was done for. There was no turning back.

“Carys, I’m gonna fuck you so damn hard. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” I panted.

I ripped the towel off of him. His erect cock glistened at the tip, and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me.

Deacon undid the zipper at the back of my dress and pulled the frock over my head. He lifted me off the ground and wrapped my legs around his waist, entering me in one hard thrust. It burned for a few seconds before the euphoria set in. He was bare inside of me with no barrier, something I’d never experienced with him before.