Chapter 26

CHAPTER 26

Windy

Deke presses his lips over mine before I have the wakefulness to give a thought to my potential morning breath. To be fair, I'm still registering my nakedness and his terrible jokingness. Yeah, that's a word now.

He licks into my mouth, fucking me with his tongue the way I'm hoping he will with his body. Soon, pretty please. The past few days have been terrible being away from him, and now that I don't have to run from him anymore, I want to have everything he'd promised me the first night I stayed here. Right now, now, now. No more delays or risks that circumstances could change and pull us apart again.

"Daddy's going to make love to you now, little lush. You remember your safewords?" he asks.

"Is it gonna hurt?" I don't know why I'd need a safeword. Deke knows I'm not a virgin, we talked about our histories the other night as part of the safety and consent negotiation stuff he insisted on.

"Your safeword isn't just for when something hurts. It's for anytime we need to pause or stop," he says, kindly.

"But you said we're going to make love. Not, you know, do kinky stuff." I'm sure my face is flaming. I feel so inexperienced and unsophisticated. Deke's probably used to women who know how to play these naughty games without asking rookie questions. I've had good sex before, but nothing that could be considered kinky in the slightest. Unless, I dunno, having sex under the bleachers during a basketball game with another student when we were in high school counts as kinky. After hearing Deke describe some of the things he wants to do to me, I'm guessing not.

"Everything we do together is making love, little lush. Because that's what we're building here. Love." He meets my eyes with his serious navy-blue stare and joy floods through me.

"Love?" There's no way for me to pretend cool, casual sophistication.

"Doesn't matter if I'm fucking you rough after turning that luscious ass of yours cherry-red, or letting you suckle my cock as you drift off to sleep, it's all making love between us. Understand me?"

I nod and he cups a giant hand behind my head to pull my face up to meet his fierce kiss. Breath trades back and forth from his lungs to mine until everything inside me is him.

His furred chest rasps over my nipples when he slides his torso from side to side, the tickly abrasion making me slippery between my legs and so, so achy.

"Daddy, I need you," I plead, letting my inner neediness shine through. "Like before. Down there."

His eyes flare with heat, the navy of his irises darkening to near blackness at my request. Maybe these past few days of misery were worth it since they gave me plenty of time to devour as many smutty books about our dynamic as I could find. My naughty talk game is definitely ready to step up and drive him wild.

"My precious baby wants special kisses again?" Lust turns his voice to a deep, growly rumble.

I shake my head, popping my lower lip into a pout. Time to see if the books are right. If a Little can get exactly what they want if they play their cards just right.

"No?" he barks, surprise turning the word into a near shout.

"I want… I want…" I pause dramatically for effect and also because as it turns out it's really, really hard to talk dirty like this without giggling and spoiling the mood.

"I want you to fill me, Daddy. All the way till I can feel you inside me all day." The words rush out. Less about being sexy and more about getting them said.

Turns out, Deke is less interested in whether I excel at talking dirty than he is making me feel so good I'm incapable of speech at all. I am A-okay with that.

"Oh, you're going to feel me, little lush. I promise you that. But first, Daddy wants to taste you and get you all messy and ready to fit me."

He ain't lying. Deke's big everywhere. That was more than obvious last night in the hot tub. I don't know how he even walks upright with that thing. Not that I'm complaining. Definitely not.

"Whatever you want, Daddy. Except jokes. No more of those," I tease.

My laughter is cut off when he eases backward down my body on his knees to bury his face in the crease where my legs join. I used to feel self-conscious about how thick my thighs were and how my lower body was so much thicker than my upper. Penalty of being a soccer girly, is what Taryn always says.

Deke has me relishing the way my broad thighs pillow his head between them. He rests his cheek on one leg and stares up at me, one hand reaching up to twist and pluck at a nipple. The way his eyes adore me and his hands play with me gives me more confidence than anything I've experienced before.

"Don't knock my jokes, sweetheart. They only get worse from here." His smile is half-sin, half-promise. And all mine.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Less joking, more licking, Daddy." I give him the brat voice I practiced in my dorm room. Probably should have realized that reading and practicing how to be a Little was a clue that I wasn't going to be able to give Deke up entirely. But hey, I was heartbroken and it was a way to feel close to him even as I avoided him completely.

"Bossy little girls don't get orgasms, Windy. You better remember that before I make your body into Daddy's fucktoy and leave you needy so you can think about it. Like timeout, but for your needy little pussy instead."

His threat works, and I pretend to zip my lips and lock them with an invisible key.

Deke laughs at my antics, but sets his mouth over my lower lips and pushes his tongue between them. The tip pokes at my aching clit, rocking over it back and forth until my legs spread wide without any intentional direction from my brain.

I'm not even sure how many times Deke drives me from one orgasm peak to the next. My body is so wrung out from pleasure I hardly remember my request for him to fill me up. All I know is I'm a sweaty wreck of girl when he finally stops devouring me from stem to stern.

Not that Deke forgets. By the time I'm a limp puddle of messy girl cum and sweat on the bed, he's still got stamina for days. I'm pretty sure I'm speaking gibberish as he crawls back up my body to hover over me. His chin and lips glisten with my arousal and I taste myself when he kisses me.

"What's your color, babygirl?" he asks. It takes me long enough to figure out what words are that his brows crease in concern.

"So soooo green," I rasp, my voice cracking from all the screaming I've been doing.

"Good. Now it's Daddy's turn."

I can feel the effort his restraint has cost him in the tremble of his arms supporting him above me, but I don't doubt for a second he can hold himself like that for however long he wants to.

He rolls to his back, dragging me with him and draping me over his body. I force my legs to widen until I'm straddled over his lap. His pants disappeared at some point while he devoured me. I plant my hands on his solid pecs and push until I can sit up and smile down at him. A queen on a throne of pure masculine perfection.

"Your turn, Daddy," I simper, the mirror practice rushing back to me with the second wind of energy flooding through me. It's my turn to make Deke feel as good as he made me feel.