Caged (Mastered, #4)(117)

“Training was brutal. But standing around pretending I give a damn about any of this stuff was sheer hell. I would’ve rather trained another four hours than deal with this.” Deacon didn’t mention Maddox’s meeting with the fight organizations. No reason to get his hopes up. He planted kisses up her throat. When his lips reached the corner of her mouth, he paused, letting their breath mingle, keeping her on the edge.

“Kiss me.”

“It’s not your mouth I wanna kiss right now.”

She swayed against him. “Let’s go to the room.”

“I’m playing the ‘get off, get gone’ card.”

“No,” she breathed.

“Uh-huh.”

“But that’s not fair. We haven’t had sex for almost a week! We could be f*cking all night long in our luxury suite!”

“You’ll survive without my cock for another twelve hours,” he rasped against her ear. “Think of how fast and hard we’ll go at it the first time. Your skin will have friction burns.”

“Deacon.”

“Game starts now, babe.” He kissed her quickly and clasped her hand. He’d noticed a door tucked between the empty banquet rooms. If they were lucky, it’d be unlocked.

Molly’s heels made little sound as he hustled them down the hallway.

No one stopped them. He doubted anyone noticed them. Still, he forced himself to slow down. Once they reached the door, he shot a quick look up and down the hallway before he tried the knob.

Unlocked. Halleluiah.

His cock was already half hard and he willed it to stand down. But his body always reacted to the nearness of hers. Everything jumped into overdrive; his blood pumped faster, his breathing turned ragged, sweat dotted his head, neck, chest, spine, and groin.

Light from the street shone into the small space. No chair or table in here, so he’d have to improvise.

Deacon pushed her up against the door.

“What is it with you and doors?” she murmured.

“You’re right. I’ve got something much better in mind.”

“Me and my big mouth.”

“Gimme that big mouth.” Deacon curled his hand beneath her jaw, holding her in place as he kissed her with the passion he’d had locked inside all damn day.

Molly opened for him fully, making the sweetest groan in the back of her throat when his tongue slid against hers.


He tasted, teased, explored. Her passion was such an innate part of her. He basked in her immediate and unwavering response to him. Anytime. Anyplace.

She pressed her hands against his chest and emitted a whimper when he tugged her hair, changing the angle of her head to take the kiss deeper yet, straight into the heart and soul of her.

When she began bumping her hips into his, he broke free from the consuming kiss. “Feel like I haven’t done that in days,” he panted.

“You haven’t.”

“Been neglectful of my woman’s needs.” Deacon brushed his lips over the shell of her ear. “Turn around.”

“You can’t f*ck me,” she warned.

“Not even with my mouth?”

“Oh.” She turned around so fast she smacked her forehead into the door. “Ouch.”

Deacon slowly inched her dress up her thighs, rucking the silky fabric around her hips. “Nice ass. I wanna see it. Take off your panties.”

Resting her cheek against the door, she hooked her fingers into the scrap of satin and rolled them over the curves of her thighs.

When they were at her knees, Deacon twisted the material around his palm and ripped them off.

“Deacon!”

“What? You hate wearing wet panties.” He rubbed his mouth over the back of her head and his groin into her ass. “By the time I’m done feasting on your cunt, babe, your sweet juices will be running down the insides of your thighs.”

“I think I just came.”

He chuckled. “Spread ’em wide. Hands on the door. Nope. Lower. Lower.” Then he took her hands and put them where he wanted, so they were just below the level of her hips. “Perfect.” He adjusted his dick before he lowered to his knees. “Fuck yeah. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Her sweet pink * was at mouth level.

“Omigod, Deacon. No. I can’t. This is too—”

“Exposed?” He licked her slit, then wiggled his tongue inside her opening and pulled back out. “You worried I’ll be up close and personal with this sweet little *?” He swirled his tongue around that tight rosette and Molly made a noise he’d never heard from her. “I’m gonna lick, bite, and suck on this tiny pucker, and then one day soon I’m gonna f*ck it. Hard.”

“I love your dirty talk.”

“You love my dirty actions even more.”

He abandoned his plan to build her up slowly. He opened her up and set his mouth on her, eating at the hot flesh until he felt her blood pumping faster. Until his face was glazed with her essence. He loved this. He could do this all f*cking day.

“You’re too good at this. I’m already close.”

Deacon changed the angle of his head, sliding his tongue down to her clit. Teasing it with soft lashes, pausing only to suck directly on the nub.

Her moans escalated. Her legs began to tremble.