The Anti-Boyfriend(79)

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.

“Fuck. I forgot how damn good this feels,” he said, pumping in and out of me.

Deacon’s teeth sank gently into the side of my neck as he began to fuck me hard, holding me up with his hands under my ass. There was something so carnal about biting my neck. This felt different from any other time we’d had sex.

He suddenly pulled out. “I have to get a condom.”

As much as I didn’t want to stop, I knew that was the right decision.

He put me down gently, and I marveled at his sculpted ass as he ran to his bedroom. He returned with the rubber in hand, ripping the package before slipping the condom over his thick shaft.

“I want to take you on the floor, down on this rug, because Sharon doesn’t need to hear how hard I’m gonna fuck you right now. I would fucking break the bed.”

I quivered with excitement and lowered myself to the floor. As soon as my back hit the soft, shag rug, Deacon was inside of me again, penetrating me hard and fast. The weight of his body was overwhelming. How I’d missed having him over me like this. His lips locked on mine as we refused to come up for air, our hands intertwined. Every part of me felt connected to him as he rammed into me.

“I love you, Carys,” he said softly. “I’m sorry. I know I said this was just sex, but I fucking love you, and I need you to know it while I’m inside you. I love you so much. Don’t say it back. That’s not what this is about.”

As much as I’d tried to convince myself this was only sex, the second he said those words, my muscles pulsated even harder. The thought of fucking him had thrilled me, but the knowledge that he was making love to me put me over the edge. Because the truth was, I loved this man so much, and no amount of fear or mistrust could erase that. I would always love Deacon.

He snapped me out of my thoughts when he lifted my ass, sliding me toward him before throwing my legs over his shoulders.

He thrust into me hard for a few seconds from that position before his body shook and he groaned in pleasure. The feel of Deacon’s hot cum filling the condom prompted my own release. It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

As he came, he kept repeating, “I love you. I love you, Carys. I love you. I love you. I love you.”

With the wind knocked out of me, my body lay limp against Deacon’s floor as he hovered above, still inside me.