All My Broken Dreams (Locksley Hall #1)

Chapter Nineteen

E verything but, was almost more than Deacon could handle. Stopping at the critical moment would be like trying to stop an arrow once it had left the bow.

Her body moved in lithe, reed slim, slow motion over his body. They kept their clothes on, thinking it would help cool things down and prevent their libidos from getting out of hand.

The clothing only made it worse. He ached to touch her flesh so badly, that it was all he could think about.

Her mouth was succulent. Plump, erotic, sensually consuming his lips and tongue with disarming eagerness.

Her legs were splayed apart on either side of him and she softly rubbed against his stiff cock. Her pussy was bare. Exposed. Wet. He could smell her heat.

“Let me,” he said when he couldn’t take it anymore. His voice was so thick with lust, it was guttural.

She moved her mouth from his neck and allowed him to gracefully shift her to her back where he lowered his head between her legs.

One flick of his tongue over her clitoris and she cried out. “Oh–what? What?! No one’s ever done that before. I don’t know, Deacon. I’ve never done this before.”

“I’m not experienced either. It’s my first time eating a girl. We’ll find out what it’s like together.”

Deacon ran his moist tongue over the soft, pillowy flesh between her legs. He felt it jiggle and bounce against his tongue and his cock thickened in response.

Blood plumped her sex. Her legs opened wider of their own accord. Deacon lapped at her clit until it was a cherry hard nub and was fascinated by the transformation. He explored this tiny bud of incredible pleasure, silently thrilled by the effect it was having on her.

Robbie’s body arched, bending at her narrow waist. Her hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into the muscle. “Oh god, oh god, oh god–oh!”

His cock went wild, expanding to an all time record size. He was so hard, his balls were tight. He was going to be sick if he didn’t ejaculate. He’d have to beat off later when she was asleep.

Her hips lifted. He caught her ass cheeks in his hands, kneading them while he ate her out. It was so fucking insanely erotic, he wasn’t going to stop. He knew he wasn’t going to stop. He was losing his goddamned mind–a reaction this intense and he hadn’t even seen her breasts yet? God help him.

Robbie’s climax filled his mouth with juice that he sucked down his throat, wildly turned on by the taste of her. He nuzzled and kissed the quivering mass, then the soft flesh between her thighs.

“I want more,” she sobbed and laughed at the same time. “I want you inside me. Please, Deacon?”

“I want that too but we can’t. We agreed. This is as far as we can go. It’s too risky. I don’t have a condom and you’re not on the Pill.”

“I hate you.”

“I hate you too.”

She laughed again and pulled him down on top of her. “Was that really your first time doing that?”

“First time. I read a lot of magazines when I was in boarding school.”

She laughed again and then did this thing that he just couldn’t believe. Robbie cupped his face in her hands and kissed her juices off his mouth. Were all girls like that? Her hands moved over his back, tracing his muscles, exploring his body down to his buttocks–it was like she couldn’t get enough of him.

Not what he expected. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard to stop.

Alastair told him to seduce her–that instruction alone was enough to make Deacon put on the brakes. Seducing her was his uncle’s agenda, not his. Not like this, when he was keeping his uncle’s secret.

Her hand reached between them and folded around his cock. The flannel was zero protection.

“Either my hand is really small or you are really big.” Her eyes met his. “Deacon?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I do to you what you did to me? That’s allowed isn’t it? That’s everything but.”

Fuck.

“Sure.” He moved to his side of the bed and slid out of his boxers.

His erection stood up like a mast on a ship at sea. It was embarrassing. Deacon was not one of those guys who was proud of his genitals. At least he was circumcised, for which he would be eternally grateful to his mother for dealing with that when he was a baby. But his balls were ponderously big. That’s why Falcon called him an ox. It was a nickname they had for him after seeing him in the shower.

“You are beautiful.” Robbie looked him full in the face. “How are you so beautiful?”

He laughed. “You don’t have to do this. I can take care of this situation myself.”

She responded by placing her lips around the head of his cock and ever so slowly sucking him down into her throat.

She was going to choke.

Or he was. Deacon closed his eyes and moaned so loudly, he scared himself.

One hand gripped his shaft and stroked him up and down while her mouth, warm and wet, simulated fucking her pussy. Her free hand cupped and fondled his balls. Every move was deliberately exploratory as though she had never sucked a man off before.

There were probably a lot of things she hadn’t done before. Just like him. They could do them together. Experiment with each other.

He bellowed. It had snuck on him so fast, too fast to hold it back.

“Oh fuck me–Robbie!”

He came in her mouth like a fucking teenager.

Robbie didn’t care. She sat back on her haunches and smacked her lips, blissfully proud and unconscious that he had done anything wrong.

Deacon had two powerful emotions going on at the same time and he was used to handling only one. His body was quaking and shuddering from the aftershock of being sucked off and his mind was trying to understand the girl perched between his legs.

“It was good, wasn’t it?” she said gleefully. “I got you good. Now we’re even.”

“I don’t know if we’ll ever be even if that’s how you give head. Cunnilingus can’t be as good as that felt.”

“Well, I guess we have a month to find out. I can stay here until December.”

She adjusted her position so that her shoulder didn’t take her weight. Robbie settled under his arm, lying her head against his chest.

“You’re staying in Edinburgh?”

“Absolutely. I was in shock before. Meeting his biological father and learning that Harry kept it from me was hard to process. But I can’t forget the message he left me in his flat.”

Deacon’s heart pounded. “What message?”

“It was on a mug that I gave him before he came. It wouldn’t mean anything to anyone, but I understood. He needs my help.”

“I think it means Harry is off on a sabbatical, figuring himself out. He’ll come back. He has no reason not to come back. He has a father and a brother–two good reasons to return.”

“He has a sister and that wasn’t enough,” she said. “He might come back sooner if he knows I’m here. It just doesn’t make sense. Harry wouldn’t throw away a gold standard education over this. He’s a maniac for higher learning. He was disappointed in me when I left college. He didn’t tell me he was, but I could see it in his face when I told him I dropped out. He was patient with me … tried to understand….”

“But he didn’t.”

“No.” She lifted her chin to peer into his face. “I don’t want to alarm you, but I think you might be the first person I’ve met who does understand.”

He stroked her hair off her face. She was breaking him. A part of himself that he didn’t know existed was breaking inside.

“Do you have to feed the cats in the morning?”

“Yes. Do you want to come?”

She nodded. “Why do they use you to do their work for them? Fuil Bratach. The one who is Harry’s half brother said you worked for them.”

Deacon looked away. “I do odd jobs on occasion. Everyone in this city works for the Order at some point. There is plenty to do and they pay well.”

Robbie settled against his chest again. She was warm and soft. Deacon gathered her to him in his arms and held her as though protecting her from what was coming. Leaving was the only safe option. Maybe she would change her mind about staying after talking to her mother.

She couldn’t stay. And he didn’t know what to do about it.