Page 65 of Hold the Line

I grabbed his shoulders so I didn’t float away and rocked my hips languidly with his roving hand. He slid his arm around to my front and into my bathing suit bottoms. Finally,finally, his fingertip pressed on my pulsing clit.

“Yes,” I cried. “Right there, Deacon. Keep going.”

His mouth on my nipple, finger on my clit…I flew high, riding a powerful wave of bliss. A spool within me wrapped tight, tight, tight, until there was no more, and with a snap, it unraveled.

Deacon curled his fingers around the base of my neck as I pressed myself onto his other hand, taking all he had to give me. Black, then bright white, flashed behind my eyelids as I spiraled into a soul-shaking climax.

All the while, I felt him, his thighs quaking beneath me, arms trembling around me, his panting breath hot on my skin. The way my coming affected him only spurred me on.

My eyes flashed open to find his wild and slightly feral. “Deacon,” I whispered.

He looked away, his jaw sharp and tight. “I gotta get out.”

“Are you—are you okay?”

He shook his head. “If you don’t get off me, I’m going to lose it, baby. I need—”

Understanding dawned. I put my hand on his abdomen. “Sit on the rock. You can lose it in my mouth.”

His head whipped around, and I took back my thought of him being slightly feral. There was no “slightly” about it. My sweet Deacon had been overtaken by a powerful need my mouth was watering to slake.

“Do it,” I urged softly.

He shoved himself out of the water to sit on the flat rock right behind him. I pushed his knees apart, fitting myself between them, and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his trunks.

I looked up at him. “Can I pull these down?”

“You can do anything you want,” he rasped.

He lifted himself up a little to help me yank them down enough to free his thick, angry erection. I’d take my time admiring it later. Deacon was on the cusp of desperation, and I refused to make him wait a second longer.

One hand braced on his thigh, I wrapped the other around his base and lowered my mouth over his smooth tip. The groan he unleashed sounded like it’d come from the center of the earth. Primal and deep, I felt it in the pit of my belly.

Not wasting a single moment, I took him all the way to the root, wrapping my tongue around his hot skin. He jerked in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.

“Sorry, fuck…I’m sorry,” he scrambled. “I didn’t mean to—”

I sucked him deeper and squeezed his thigh, assuring him he’d done nothing wrong and I was all in. I wanted him to stop thinking and lose it for me the same way I had minutes ago with him.

His fingers threaded through my hair, pulling it back from my face. I flicked my eyes up to find him watching me, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, a flush crawling up his cheeks. He looked both enamored and out of control. It was such a turn-on, I would have slipped my fingers between my legs if I hadn’t been devoted to giving him the best first taste of everything he’d been missing out on.

“Phoebe…I’m so close, baby.” He cupped my jaw as I slid down his length. “I don’t want it to end, but I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t—”

I sucked him deep, cutting off his words—and hopefully his thoughts. I wanted him to only think about how damn good I was making him feel. My toes curled from the pleasureIwas givinghim.

His stomach contracted, then his hips rose, pushing his slick cock deeper into my mouth. I hummed around him and cupped his tight sac in my palm. The noises he made were almost inhuman, the release of pain and desire from somewhere buried deep within him.

He gripped my hair into his fist as my nose hit his abdomen and he surged upward, going as deep as he possibly could and staying there. I lapped at his pulsing cock until he let out a crackling roar. Hot liquid hit the back of my throat, and my mouth filled with him until I swallowed every drop.

Slowly, his grip on my hair loosened, and I eased up his length. He didn’t pull out, and I was in no hurry to lose him. I suckled him gently, stroking his stomach and thighs as he began to soften. Emotion struck me out of nowhere. We’d just shared something brand new, solely mine and his, and we’d done it in one of my favorite places in the world. He’d trusted me to give him this, and I loved that I’d been the one to take care of him this way.

Finally, I made it to the top, and he fell free from my lips. I placed a soft kiss on his tip, and a shudder ran through his body.

“Phoebe.” He took my hands in his, pulling me upright. On my knees in the water, he curled forward, putting us face to face. He touched his lips to mine and sighed into my mouth. “There aren't words.”

“There don’t need to be, honey. I felt it too.”

He went in to kiss me again, but the sound of a rumbling motor had us both whipping our heads to the side. Still in the distance but getting closer by the second was another side-by-side, and if I wasn’t mistaken, my brother was the driver.

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