Chapter Ten

Alexis

The last thing – literally, the very last thing – that had gone through my mind when I saw Deyro on the other side of that door was sleeping with him. In fact, I'd already vowed to myself that it was never going to happen again. He'd pissed me off like few others in my life had ever managed to do and when I left the training house earlier, I'd considered him dead to me.

But something had changed. In the couple short hours since I'd last seen him, Deyro seemed to have gone through a complete personality change. It was unbelievable really. And by that, I meant that I didn't believe a single word coming out of his mouth. Not at first.

But the more he talked, the closer I studied him, and I had to believe that he was sincere. It was like some switch in him had been flipped and he suddenly just – got it. Or at least, got it a lot better than he did before.

Seeing him stand there, explaining himself to me – I just saw a vulnerability in him I'd never seen before. He looked so awkward and uncomfortable, as if he was still trying to come to grips with this new way of thinking – and to be fair, he probably was – but it was endearing.

And it lit a fire within me – a fire I'd vowed to shut down for good.

But before I knew what I was doing, I'd grabbed him and had kissed him. I ran my hands through his hair and he pulled me close as our tongues danced together in my mouth. His hands slid down my back and across my ass. He ground himself against me and I felt his strong, thick cock pressing into my belly.

The fires deep down within me exploded and I knew I needed to have him. The voice in the back of my head spoke up, tried to dissuade me from going down this path again, but I quieted it. Ruthlessly. I wanted what I wanted and I was going to have it.

I pushed him back to the couch and planted both of my hands on his chest, giving him a shove backward. He collapsed down onto the couch and I was on him a moment later. With my legs on either side of his, I straddled his lap and kissed him again, deeply, passionately. I ground myself down on his hard cock, rubbing it against the warm, wet center of me.

He pulled back and looked up at me. “Are you sure you –”

“Shut up,” I said, my breathing heavy. “Don't ruin it.”

I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it to the side, quickly unsnapping my bra and tossing it aside as well. I grabbed him by the back of the head and pressed his face to my breasts. He responded just as I'd hoped, licking and sucking on my nipples as he squeezed my ass. I ground myself down harder on him, moaning as I felt the length of him pressing against me through my yoga pants.

He pulled me down into another kiss and I felt the fire in his body burning. He was warm to the touch and growing even warmer. I quickly stood up and pulled him to his feet.

“Get your pants off,” I said. “Now.”

As he unbuckled his belt, I wiggled out of my yoga pants and tossed them aside. When he was naked, I took a moment to soak in his body. Muscles everywhere, he was nothing but hard angles and planes. There was barely a trace of fat on him. He was a beautiful man. Insufferable at times, but beautiful all the same. And just looking at him stoked the carnal fire that burned down deep inside of me.

He grabbed me to pull me close, likely trying to position me how he wanted me. But I wasn't having it. This was my time. I slapped his hands away and pushed him back down on the couch again. He gave me a lascivious smile as I climbed back onto his lap. Grasping his cock with my hand, I gave it a hard squeeze and stroked him nice and hard, feeling him grow even firmer in my hand.

Deyro leaned his head back onto the couch and moaned as I stroked and squeezed him hard and fast. When I had him nice and hard, I guided him to my opening and slipped the head of his cock inside of me. I gasped as I started to lower myself, letting him fill me up. I cried out when I had taken him all the way in me. He was so long and thick that there was always that moment of pain that was quickly followed by a rush of pleasure.

I locked my hands behind his neck and kissed him again as I slowly started to slide up and down on his thick shaft. He filled me up completely and it felt amazing. Digging my nails into his shoulders, I quickened my pace, pumping my hips and slamming myself up and down on him harder and faster.

He grabbed my hips and forced me to move even faster, harder. His moans and my cries blended together in a chorus of pleasure. I kissed him, putting every bit of heat into it that I could. Deyro grabbed my hair and pulled it nice and hard, forcing my head back, then kissing and biting my neck. I groaned as he slid the tip of his tongue along my collarbone as I continued to move, plunging him even deeper inside of me.

Deyro grabbed me and picked me up – and given the size differential between us, there was nothing I could do about it. He stood me on my feet and then bent me over the arm of my couch. Grabbing my hips, he thrust himself deep inside of me in one, smooth, powerful motion. I gasped and my eyes grew wide as he stretched me open, driving himself even deeper into me than before.

His hand was in my hair and he gave it a hard pull as he started to pump his hips, thrusting himself into me with a nice hard, steady rhythm. I moaned and called his name as he drove into me again and again.

“Harder, Deyro,” I gasped.

He knew what I liked and gave it to me. Putting both of his hands on my shoulders, he pulled me back to him at the same time he was driving himself forward. The result was incredible. He was sheathed so deep inside of me and he was powering into me hard and strong – just as I liked it. Our bodies met, our flesh slapped together and mixed with our grunts and groans. It was an erotic harmony I'd never grow tired of.

He kept one hand on my shoulder, pulling me back into him and grabbed my hair with the other. He pulled back hard on my hair, making me shudder with pleasure. The pressure low inside of me was building quickly, growing stronger with each hard thrust inside of me.

“Deyro, oh, God,” I moaned, my breathing heavy.

He grunted and I felt his body tighten up. He gripped my shoulder harder and gave my hair a vicious pull. I knew he was close too. Not as close as I was though, as the dam inside of me broke. My body stuttered and shivered as my orgasm tore through me. A wall of sensation cascaded down over me and I cried out, feeling like my whole body was on fire.

I was still shaking, trying to catch my breath, and overcome by the sensations he was stirring within me by continuing to pump himself into me. His breathing was growing more shallow, more ragged, and his movements were becoming more frantic and clumsy.

I looked back at him over my shoulder and licked my lips, giving him a sultry smile. He gritted his teeth and I could tell he was trying to hold back, to keep going as long as he could.

“Let go, baby,” I said, my voice husky. “Lose control. Let go.”

A moment later, he pulled his cock out of me and I felt his warm, wet seed splashing all over my back and ass. Deyro smiled and tried to catch his breath. He sat down on the couch and pulled me onto his lap. I kissed him and then laid my head on his shoulder – which was a first. I'd never cuddled with him post-sex before. When we were done, I was usually either ushering him out the door of my place, or grabbing my clothes, dressing quickly, and scooting out the door of his place.

We weren't a couple. We were simply two people using each other, both getting something good out of the arrangement. So, why in the hell was I sitting on his lap cuddling with him now?

I had no idea, and I only confounded myself further when I stood up and took him by the hand.

“I'm going to shower,” I said. “Why don't you join me.”

He looked at me uncertainly, as if he was thinking everything that had just gone through my head. But then he gave me that roguish smile and stood up, following me to the bathroom to shower off together.

“This still doesn't mean I'm riding with you to the restaurant,” I said.

“Sure you are,” he replied.