Chapter Eleven

Deacon

My phone buzzed where it lay in my jeans pocket on the floor, but I ignored it. I was not starting this second chance I'd been given by making that mistake. Instead, I pulled Apple into my arms and kissed her again.

The feel of her tits mashed against my chest was exquisite. She rubbed herself back and forth slightly, as if unsure what she was feeling, then she shuddered as she moaned in pleasure.

"Christ, Deacon! Your chest hair over my nipples…"

"Yeah? You like that?" I nibbled at her earlobe. "'Cause I bet my beard scrapin' those pouty nipples would feel just as good." She let out a startled cry and her whole body stiffened and she broke out into a full body sweat. "You like me talkin' dirty to you?"

"I love everything you do to me, Deacon. Since the very first time you ever held my hand." She sounded so young and sweet. Innocent.

Her responses were enthusiastic, always meeting my passion with a fire that only she could ignite within me. I thought her innocence was what made her so eager to explore. Everything was new to her. She hadn't told me, but I'd known the first time we had sex she'd been a virgin. Maybe not in the technical sense -- women could find alternate means of taking care of that issue if they wanted -- but I'd bet my life she'd never had sex with another man. Might not have even kissed anyone but me. I wasn't stupid enough to point that out, though.

That was a conversation for another day. You know. After I'd had time to come up with a phrasing that didn't sound like I thought she was too inexperienced. Right now, the only thing that mattered was Apple, here in this rather austere room, guiding me toward the bed with an impish tug at her lips. Her fingers were warm against mine, her grip firm and promising.

As we approached the bed, she turned and pushed me gently until my knees hit the edge, causing me to sit. She stood between my legs, her hands finding my shoulders to steady herself as she leaned down to kiss me again. The urgency of the moment engulfed us, a fire kindling with every touch and whispered word.

Which was the moment she chose to kneel between my thighs. I nearly shot my load to the ceiling at the sight.

"You really are gonna give me head?"

"Would have the last time if you hadn't been such a bastard." I could see the hurt in her eyes even if she did give me a coquettish grin.

"Show me what I would have gotten if I'd been a good boy." My raspy growl was a direct contrast to my words but I could tell she loved it all. Her skin where she rested her arms on my thighs as she reached for my cock was damp and sticky with sweat. I wanted to collect the moisture by running my tongue over every sweet inch.

Without another word, without ever taking her bright, blue gaze from mine, she lowered her mouth over the head of my cock and down the shaft as much as she could, and sucked.

"Holy Christ!" I gave a sharp shout, my hands going to her head reflexively, my fingers threading in and fisting in the silky gold strands. "What the fuck?" She tried to push back, but there was no way I could move so my hand stayed in her hair. "Don't fuckin' move, Apple." My voice was a husky, strangled growl. "I'm seriously about to blow, so if you want this to continue you need to hold the fuck still!"

Apple's mouth slid down over my cock and the feeling was nothing short of euphoric. She looked up at me through blonde lashes that fluttered softly, her cheeks hollowing out as she took me in farther, then retreated until only the head was in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive underside of my shaft, making me hiss. She had to feel how desperate I was for her touch. Now, it was my turn to sweat with need and I realized then, I might be as innocent about love as she was about sex. Because this was most definitely not just sex. I'd fucked countless women. Way more than I wanted to think about. Especially now. But none of them made me feel half of what this one slender, innocent woman was doing now.

Her eyes flickered down to my crotch and then back up to meet my gaze again, a challenge in them. She moved her head slowly, relishing the power she had over me as she began bobbing her head on my shaft to the easier pacing I set with my hands guiding her movements. Up and down, teasing me, driving me wild, yet I couldn't force her to stop altogether. I was incapable of such a move. The warm, wet spit coating her tongue mingled with my pre-cum. I found myself dying to know how sweet the mixture was when I took it straight from her mouth. The thought made me groan loudly.

I tugged her away from my dick and leaned forward to catch her mouth in a kiss, finding out that our combined fluids were, in fact, delicious. My tongue lapped at the inside of her mouth and her tongue. My teeth nipped her delicate lips. I held her that way as I ravished her, claiming her kisses once more before I pulled back to stare down at her. Apple.

"You…" I breathed as I gazed down into her upturned face. "You are my entire world, Apple. There is nothing I wouldn't sacrifice to keep you safe. No one I wouldn't kill."

She gasped, her mouth open and her eyes glazed in her pleasure. She was the one sucking my cock, yet she was enjoying herself as much as I was. "Deacon?"

"Love is too pale a word for how I feel about you." The words were pulled from me, but they felt oddly freeing. I'd said them before, but this time felt different. Maybe because I knew I intended to keep her close to me this time instead of pushing her away.

She smiled up at me as I kept my grip on her hair. She didn't fight my hold, just stared up at me with a lust-filled gaze and a gleam of humor in her eyes. "Very poetic for a badass biker."

I couldn't help the satisfied grin I gave her. "I'll be even more poetic with your mouth back around my cock."

Apple didn't hesitate at all. The moment I let her go, she took my cock back into her mouth, humming as she sank down to take me as deep as she could. When my cock hit the back of her throat, I nearly came. She barely took half of me, but she made good work of as much as she could.

She clenched her fingers into my thighs, her nails digging into my skin. The slight pain grounded me when I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the moment. That would come later. After I had her writhing beneath me, screaming my name as she came around my cock.

"Enough," I snarled as I pulled her up to kiss her once more. I stood and lifted her, tossing her to the bed and following her. I wedged my shoulders between her legs, then covered her pussy with my mouth.

Apple groaned as I parted her plumped lips, the sound of her cries echoing through the otherwise silent room. Her tangy juices coated my tongue, and I lapped at her clit with relish, tasting her with a greedy hunger. She tasted so fucking good! She writhed under me, crying out in pleasure as she ran her fingers through my hair with one hand and gripped the sheets with the other. She arched her back in invitation.

I let out a low chuckle and moved up the bed to cover her, positioning myself between her legs once more. I couldn't wait to be inside her again, to feel that tight little cunt squeezing me like a glove. She looked up at me, eyes glassy with lust, hands reaching for my shoulders. She pulled me to her, her need and intent clear.

I smiled at her eagerness. "Fuck. Apple," I moaned, hands grasping onto the wooden frame of the bed as I tried to hold on to my control. The last thing I wanted to do was go too fast. I'd suspected her innocence before and had tried to be careful with her. I'd do the same thing this time. I never wanted her to associate sex with pain. Well. Not unless she wanted some pain with her pleasure.

I pushed inside her slowly, feeling the tightness engulf me as she gasped, her pussy squeezing my cock as I glided inside. Her body clenched at my intrusion but Apple welcomed me with a sigh of pleasure that pushed me closer to the edge. "You're so damn perfect," I muttered against her skin as I began to move. "Made for me."

"Deacon!" Apple whimpered as I filled her, her eyes rolled back as she arched in pleasure. When she bucked against me, meeting my strokes with fervor, I growled my praise of her body's acceptance of me. Our mouths crashed together in a hot, desperate kiss.

I ground my hips against hers, needing to put friction against her clit. I was riding the edge of my control, and I'd be damned if I came before her. Her fingers dug into my shoulders again, dragging her nails down my back as she adjusted her grip. Her body was damp with sweat beneath mine, the smell of sex creating an intoxicating mixture with the scent of her freshly washed bedding and her own natural scent.

Her breathing quickened, and I knew she was about to come. When she cried out my name and screamed, her cunt milked me of my own release. My hoarse shout mingled with her cries, and I emptied myself with force as deep in her pussy as I could. I hadn't used a condom and she hadn't insisted. It was a bullshit move, but I'd told her I was making her mine. It was time she realized I absolutely would keep my promise to her. I wanted her with me forever, and I'd do anything I had to, to make it happen.

When we were both spent, I collapsed on top of her, trying my damnedest to catch my breath before I had to look up at her and admit I'd taken her choice from her again. I wasn't sorry. I braced myself for her anger.

"Apple, honey."

"I think you've killed me," she breathed out, then chuckled. "My God, that was spectacular."

I grinned as I kissed the sensitive skin behind her ear. She shivered, holding me to her. Her pussy gave an interested squeeze. My cock responded by trying to harden again. " You were spectacular."

"You know, I really shouldn't start a new relationship with you when you're still making decisions for me." She stroked my hair as we lay there.

"Oh? What decision did I make for you, Applejack?" As if I didn't know.

She snorted. "You came inside me. Don't you think that's something we should have discussed?"

"Yeah. But I'm not gonna apologize. I'll never lie to you, and puttin' my cum in this pussy is not something I'll ever be sorry for."

"I'd argue, but the more ties we have weaving us together the better. Besides, if you break up with me again and try to take another woman, I will be petty as shit and make both your lives a living hell. Worse, so will Lemon. And quite possibly Venus."

"You've become good friends with Venus?"

"Good enough. I think she's thinking about asking to join Grim Road. She and Lemon have formed some kind of bond. They help each other."

"Good. Piston says he's claimin' her so that'll work out great for everyone."

"I know. She's putting him off. I thought when they came back from looking for the guy who'd sent men to kidnap Venus they'd have a stronger bond, but if anything she seems to be fighting harder."

"And he's still alive?"

Apple's eyes widened. "Right? See, that's what I thought too! Which means…" We both answered my question at the same time. "She wants him."

We shared a laugh for a few minutes. I kissed her and petted her, praising her for the pleasure she'd given me. Then I pushed off the bed, taking her with me to the bathroom.

I kept my arm around her as I adjusted the water temperature in the shower. Then we both got in and I helped her wash. Then I took her from behind and washed her again.

By the time we tumbled into bed, she was drooping with exhaustion and more than a little endorphin drop. I held her against my chest, kissing her forehead just so I could feel her soft, smooth skin beneath my lips. Just before I drifted off, I heard my phone buzz again. I knew I needed to take the call, but I just couldn't be bothered at the moment. Whatever it was, it would wait.