Surrendering (Surrender 1)

“I guess you have a point, but who the hell would do this?”

Finn pulls out a folder and tosses it on the table. “All the calls and texts came from a burner phone. I traced the signal, but I found it laying in a trash can this morning. The video doesn’t give too much away. The overlay music covers up any conversations that may have taken place. It might help if you could remember any of the girls names on the video.”

The revulsion in his tone is aimed directly at Declan.

“I already feel like shit, Finn. No need to rub it in. I’m well aware of what a dick I was.”

Tears spring to my eyes and fall down my cheeks. The man I fell in love with and agreed to spend the rest of my life with used to be a complete bastard. And now one of my best-friends has proof of it.

Finn’s eyes soften towards me. “I’m sorry to upset you, RJ. What I meant was if we knew the girls names, I might be able to find and talk to them. We could see if any of them know anything about the being recorded.”

“What about Christie? Didn’t she say something about a video when she showed up at The Steamroom?”

“Yeah, she said she received a text from an unknown number saying they saw a video of her and me. She asked me if I did it and I assured her I didn’t record us. As a matter of fact, you know the ending of that story.”

I smirk and nod.

Finn gets up to leave and pulls me with him. He holds me tight and kisses my forehead. “Don’t worry, RJ. I’ll keep watching out for you. Hopefully this crazy will go away. Just so you know, I could’ve lived my whole life without knowing your boyfriend has his junk pierced.”

My laughter fills the room. I hadn’t realized Declan had to tell him when he showed him the text messages. The look of horror on his face is priceless.

We says our goodbyes after Finn lets me know he’ll be picking me up here to go to the bar tonight.

Declan pushes my hair to the side and starts kissing my neck. Even though he’s sweaty from his work-out, he smells incredible. I turn and lift up on my toes to kiss his lips. He opens to allow me access and I kiss him greedily. He squeezes my hips and urges me to jump up. He walks us to the bedroom, never breaking our connection. I lift the hem of my sweater and toss it over my head. Declan swirls his tongue over my tightening nipple and lays me down on the bed. It only takes a few seconds for us to undress.

“So fucking sexy.”

I remember our conversation last night and push him over so I can straddle him.

“I believe I need to show to you exactly how I knew that picture was not you last night. His erection twitches against his stomach. I look at him, lick my lips, and scrape my fingernails over his tight abdomen. I kiss a trail from his belly button to his groin and position myself between his thighs.

“We already established your size.” I lick his crown with just the tip of my tongue in slow motion.

“And when you’re this turned on, you thicken and the skin stretches.” I rub the pads of my fingers over his entire cock. “Lastly, there is this little ‘v’ that I love to kiss.” I give feather like kisses over the area and see the tip start to glisten.

“You’re torturing me, baby, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, suck my dick.”

I close my mouth over him and slide up and down, swirling my tongue as I go. He grips my head with one hand and the other clutches at the sheets. He lifts his hips, pushing all the way in. I continue sucking, nipping and licking until he is close. Then I move back up to play with the barbell and wrap my hands around his base, squeezing until he starts panting. I tease and taunt him on purpose to see how long he can take it. I risk looking up at him to see his expression. His eyes are hooded and his rapid breathing is increasing. He sees me staring and a smile forms on his lips. Before I know what he’s doing, he rips away from me and hauls me up so we’re face to face. He runs his fingers against my slick center and throws his head back to the ceiling, “Thank you God.”

He impales me with such intensity that I cry out at the invasion. My body quickly adjusts to him as he moves. He slows, but then increases his speed. Pretty soon, he’s pounding into me and I shift so my legs wrap around his waist. Going deeper and deeper with each thrust and I feel every inch of him inside me; he’s claiming me. He pulls one of my legs from around his back and pushes it against my hip. Then he swivels his hips against mine. He hits a new spot and I scream out in pleasure. The orgasm I’m trying to hold at bay is coming. I arch my back, throwing my head against the bed and lifting my hips to meet his. I grasp his shoulders, using pressure to tell him I’m close. He moves faster and my release strikes like lightening. I scream his name and faintly hear him groan over the pulsing in my ears.

We stay entangled for awhile. Our bodies are covered in sweat and I cans see scratch marks on his shoulders from me.

“That was possibly the best sex of my life. You are fucking amazing.” He murmurs against my cheek.

“Possibly?”

“Top three at least.”

I open my eyes to give him an evil glare, but he grins. “All three include you. Two of them in this very bed.”

“That’s a relief,” I reply sarcastically.

“I think we need a shower.” He smiles down at me.