Rayna couldn't believe she was doing this. Every cell in her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending on the brink of explosion. Even in her wildest fantasies she hadn't imagined this. Once, maybe, but only in the abstract. Even then, she didn't think it would feel as good as it did. She didn't think she would be on the edge of what seemed destined to be one of the most powerful orgasms of her life.
Rayna wasn't sure how it had started, but an after party and some whisky shots on her part later, she found herself the center of attention, kissing one man on the mouth, her tongue delving into his mouth as he groaned against her while the other man kissed her neck, suckling at the tender flesh behind her ear as four hands wandered all over her body, her breasts enjoying the attention as rough calloused hands pulled and pinched her flesh in a way that had her writhing with ecstasy. It was amazing how much more incredible four hands on her felt than two.
Before she knew it, she was so crazy with desire that her shirt had slid over her head, her bra had been snapped off, and Liam was working her jeans and panties over her hips where she kicked them off with a moan as Deacon's tongue explored her mouth, leaving no corner untouched. God, how she'd missed his taste. Deacon trailed kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and over the top of her breasts. He put his mouth on her and Rayna arched her back, gripping his hair tightly as his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of her nipple.
Liam nudged Rayna's knees apart and slid off the couch, positioning himself between her legs. His finger traced her opening and Rayna shuddered as Liam leaned his head forward, inhaling deeply as he breathed her in. Rayna could feel Liam's breath on her, and her eyes fluttered closed in anticipation as she waited to feel his tongue on her. She was seconds away from grabbing Liam's head and holding him to her as she felt him lean forward at a painfully slow pace.
"No." Deacon spoke around Rayna's nipple, his voice cutting right through Rayna's lust. Still, she couldn't quite figure out what Deacon meant, and her eyes snapped open, her brow furrowing in confusion as she looked at Deacon's serious face.
Liam froze, seemingly understanding what Deacon meant. The corner of his lip ticked upwards, a smile, and then a brief nod of his head. He was acquiescing control, something Rayna suspected Liam didn't do very often.
"Come on, man," Liam groaned, his gaze focusing back between Rayna's legs, "Just one lick."
Deacon nipped at Rayna's nipple, then soothed it with his tongue. He narrowed his eyes at Liam, considering him for a moment before he nodded once.
Liam smirked, then stuck his tongue out and gave Rayna a long, slow lick along her length, moaning against her as he barely resisted the urge to bury his face in her. Reluctantly, Liam pulled away from her, shaking his head.
"Damn," Liam whispered, sliding two fingers into her and pumping them three times. He looked at Deacon and narrowed his eyes a bit, "I can see why you want it all to yourself." He withdrew his fingers from her and stood up, sucking his fingers greedily into his own mouth as he sat back on the couch next to her.
Deacon chuckled, released Rayna's nipple with a pop, and then slid down her body until he was positioned between her legs. "I sure do," He smirked, looking at Rayna, "That's because you," Deacon said, eyeing Rayna as he swiped his finger along her opening, "Are delicious," Deacon finished, swirling his tongue around his finger before lowering his head. He laved her up and down, focusing on her clit, little sounds of pleasure escaping her throat as he worked her with his mouth. Deacon groaned, the pleasure rocketing through him as he tasted Rayna on his tongue. He brought her close to orgasm with his tongue, knowing the exact strokes to get her there, pleased to find they were still the same. But he backed off at the last moment, a wicked grin on his face as she looked at him, her eyes wild.
Liam leaned in close to Rayna, "Taste yourself, babe," he whispered as he leaned forward and kissed her, his tongue gliding over her tongue.
"Mm," She moaned, "I'd rather taste you."
"Fuck," Liam said on a breath. He reached down to undo his pants and his cock sprang out. He adjusted himself so Rayna could do just that.
Rayna leaned forward and ran her tongue along his length, smiling when she heard his sharp intake of breath. She closed her mouth over his head just as Deacon stood and positioned himself between her legs, flipping her over in the process. Liam slid back so he was up against the couch, and Rayna balanced herself on her forearms. She released Liam from her mouth for a second and turned over her shoulder to look at Deacon; she'd always had a thing about watching his face the moment he slipped into her.
Deacon stared at her, his gaze heavy with fire, the desire coursing thick through his blood. Suddenly, without breaking eye contact, he slid into her in one hard thrust, groaning as he buried himself to the hilt.
"Fuck, baby," Deacon said, his head lolling back as his eyes slipped closed, "You feel so good." He thrust into her, moving harder and quicker with each thrust.
Satisfied with the obvious pleasure she'd seen on his face, Rayna turned her head and slipped her mouth back over Liam.
In her absolute wildest dreams, Rayna couldn't have imagined it. But there she was, bent over on all fours, a cock in her mouth while another one slammed into her from behind. She looked up at Liam who was sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. His hair fell across his forehead and Rayna couldn't help but think how sexy he looked as he smirked down at her. He reached a hand down and held her head down on him, drawing her mouth deeper over his length. She swirled her tongue around his shaft and moaned, enjoying the silky hard feel of him in her mouth. At the vibration, Liam groaned, tossing his head back.
"Fuck," he whispered, easing himself further into her mouth, wanting to see just how much of him she could take, feeling his balls tighten when he realized she could take it all. She stared at him, little sounds of pleasure emanating from the back of her throat as it closed around him. Liam looked at Deacon and shook his head, "You weren't lying man, she gives amazing head."
Rayna thought in the back of her head that she should be offended knowing that they had discussed her like that—that they'd talked about the things her mouth could do. But, instead, she felt Liam's words right between her legs as she moaned again, clenching around the cock slamming in and out of her pussy roughly. The first time back with Deacon was always frantic, always hard, and always the best sex of her life.
Deacon chuckled, thrusting himself deeper inside of her, "Told you," She clenched around him again and he reached over Rayna and palmed her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, "And," Deacon said, punctuating his word with a shallow thrust followed by a deep one, "It seems she really enjoys being told just how good she is at it."
Liam pushed into Rayna's mouth and held himself there, "Is that right, Rayna?" Liam asked, "You like hearing what a good cocksucker you are?"
Rayna nodded, and shifted herself back against Deacon, trying to get him deeper. Taking the hint, he pressed her lower back down and took her deeper, enjoying the feel of her against him.
Liam moved in and out of her mouth before pulling out and tapping himself lightly against her lips before sliding all the way in again, "Your mouth is the best I've ever had, babe."
Rayna felt herself clench again as she sucked Liam, her tongue laving along the underside of Liam's cock—she'd been shocked at how big he was, though she really shouldn't have been. Liam's swagger belied a big cock, and he was the second biggest she'd ever seen.
Of course, the biggest she'd ever seen was also currently inside her, stretching her out and filling her up in the same way that had always driven her crazy.
When Deacon took her virginity when she was seventeen, Rayna remembered thinking that Deacon's thickness would never fit entirely inside her. When it did, it had hurt, but in a delicious way she could never describe but which she would, it turned out, never stop craving.
When she confessed her fears to Tandy, her big sister had assured her that the full to the brim feeling wouldn't last, that Rayna would get used to having Deacon inside her. But it had never gone away, and she had never gotten used to it. Every time with Deacon felt as good as the first time. It had been too long now since she'd had Deacon inside her and tonight, when he'd pushed his way inside, despite how ready they both were Rayna had the same fear she'd had at seventeen—that he simply wouldn't fit.
But, he did. Oh, did he fit. Rayna lifted her hips back into him, matching his thrusts. His fingers worked her nipples and she could feel the pressure in her belly spreading outwards rapidly.
"That's it," Deacon said, reading her body. He gripped her hip with one hand as the other reached down to her clit. His fingers brushed over the sensitive spot and Rayna cried out.
In a move she couldn't figure out, Deacon's voice was suddenly in her ear, his breath hot and his voice sexy.
"You're gonna come for me, aren't you?" He whispered, the gravel in his throat working its way into her blood, "You're gonna come all over my cock like a good little slut, aren't you?" Rayna moaned at his words; she'd always loved Deacon calling her names, "That's what you are, isn't it?" He asked, biting her ear roughly, "A little slut that's going to come all over my cock…" He thrust into her hard, "With another man's cock in your hot little mouth," Deacon's calloused fingers stroked her clit as she rocked back against him, "Come." He commanded, his voice raw from desire.
Deacon's dirty words had her halfway over the edge, and his fingers playing against her pushed her all the way over. She sucked Liam's cock into her mouth hard, then bucked her hips against Deacon. She came in waves, the force of it near blinding; as the pleasure washed over her, she cried out with a curse on her lips as her orgasm rocked her. She spasmed around Deacon, whose thrusts had become slow and deep, prolonging her orgasm as she rode back on him.
Rayna was still sucking Liam when the euphoria started to settle. She brought her hands up to caress his balls and Liam pulled roughly out of her mouth.
"Fuck," Liam groaned as he emptied himself on to her breasts.
Moments later, Deacon grabbed Rayna roughly by the hair, bringing his lips back to her ear and breathing into it. His tongue traced the shell of her ear and his pace quickened as he slammed into her.
"Even with another man's come all over your tits, don't you ever forget that you're still mine." He whispered harshly, punctuating each word with a hard thrust into her. His hands grasped her hips as he held her steady; his arm snaked around her stomach and he pulled her up against him, her smooth back against his hard chest, "Whose are you?" He asked.
"Yours," Rayna said, without even a hint of hesitation. She'd always known that to be true, "I'm yours." She reached her hand back and threaded her hand into his hair, "Come in me, Deacon."
"Mine," Deacon said, biting her neck. He pumped into her a few more times before he exploded into her, a grunt falling from his lips as his teeth bit down hard on the sensitive flesh of her neck.
Feeling him come inside of her sent Rayna over the edge again and she came unexpectedly; Deacon's hand flew to her clit and he stroked her until he felt her shudder against him and take in a sharp breath. He kissed her neck, his tongue darting out to soothe the teeth marks he'd made when he came.
Liam was on the couch watching them, a playful smirk on his face, "That," Liam said, languidly sliding his boxers up his legs and over his hips, "Was fucking hot."
…And that's when Rayna's dream ended. She woke up in a sweat, her panties damper than they had been in years. She glanced over at Teddy sleeping peacefully next to her. The guilt washed over her, but the lust building in her quickly overpowered the guilt and she felt her skin flush at the fake memory that felt shockingly real. She knew it hadn't happened, but every cell in her body was behaving as though it had. Looking at the clock, she sighed—she was late for the Edgehill anniversary party rehearsal.
Of course she was going to have to see both Deacon and Liam less than an hour after having one of the hottest dreams she'd ever had—a dream that starred both of them saying and doing dirty, dirty things to her. She tried to block it out of her mind, but it was no use as the vivid images from the dream came back to her.
By the time she got to the rehearsal space, she was even more turned on than when she'd first woken up from the dream. Even a cold shower before she left couldn't drown the heat; and the drive to rehearsal certainly did her no favors, since she continually found herself replaying the dream in her head, recalling more and more of it as the road stretched out before her.
As she sat in rehearsal watching Deacon and Liam work their guitars, she couldn't help the flush that spread across her face. As she watched their expert fingers move along the strings, she couldn't help but think about the way their fingers had worked her in her wet dream. She watched their hands slide up and down the necks of their guitars and nearly moaned remembering how they'd both slid their hands over her body in her dream. After an hour, Rayna was so on edge that she stumbled over the lyrics of a song she'd been singing for the last decade and a half. She blurted out an expletive and shoved her hair back from her face at the mistake.
"Y'all, I need five." Rayna said, refusing to meet anyone's gaze as she ran off stage and out the back door into the parking lot.
She knew what she needed to do—she didn't kid herself anymore, she knew it was very much a need at this point. Climbing in to the back of her Escalade, she'd never been more thankful for tinted windows in all her life.
Making sure the doors were locked, Rayna spread herself across the backseat, her back resting against the door. She allowed her hands to wander over her body, pinching and squeezing her nipples through her shirt before allowing her left hand to slip under the waistband of her jeans and into her panties where she found herself unbelievably wet.
Thinking about the dream she had, she started to work her fingers against herself, her long slender fingers moving in small circles around her clit, remembering the feel of Deacon's tongue against her in days gone by and the imaginary feeling of Liam's cock working her mouth while Deacon took her from behind.
Imagining Deacon whispering dirty things in her ear as he had in her dream had Rayna sliding two fingers into herself just as she came, Deacon's name bursting from her lips and soaking into the leather of the Escalade. She let out a languid moan and shuddered, the tension suddenly gone from her body. Withdrawing her fingers from herself, she buttoned her jeans and let out a laugh as a final tremor ran through her. She hadn't done anything like that in years. Unlocking the car, she righted herself, smoothed her hair, and opened the door. Walking around to the other side of the building, headed back into Soundcheck, she saw Deacon leaning up against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. She said a silent thank you to whomever made her Escalade virtually soundproof, since Deacon was certainly in hearing range and her moans of ecstasy hadn't been exactly quiet.
As she prepared to walk past him, she smiled, shaking her head a little in an attempt to clear the post-orgasmic bliss she felt. Her limbs felt easy as she approached him.
Eyeing her, Deacon pushed himself off the wall, stepping in front of her to block her path; the look of concern on his face as he watched her morphed into something else entirely.
"You okay, Ray?" He asked, his eyes trailing her up and down before his gaze settled back on her face. He raised his brow, "You ran out of there so fast…"
Rayna smiled, trying not to blush, "Yeah, I'm fine…" She trailed off, shrugging, "I just needed a little break."
"Yeah?" Deacon asked, amusement in his voice.
Rayna cleared her throat, "Yeah," She said, wishing she could get the breathy quality out of her voice.
Deacon nodded his head once, then cocked his head to the side, smiling at her curiously. His eyes swept over her face and he smirked, then a deep, sexy chuckle rumbled from him, "If you think I'd ever forget how you look right after you come, you're outta your damn mind."
Rayna flushed, her arms flying up over her chest in a defensive gesture, "Excuse me?" She cursed the tremor in her voice. She dropped her hands, worried that the posture would make her look as guilty as she felt.
Deacon stepped closer to her, invading her personal space, "You're excused," He reached out and grabbed her left hand, smirking again when she tried to pull it back from his grasp. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled, then closed his eyes and smiled as he breathed out, "God," His voice was pure gravel, "Your scent."
Rayna cleared her throat, but she didn't move to pull her hand away—she was frozen in place by the way he was looking at her.
"What got you so turned on that you had to leave rehearsal just to make yourself come?" He leaned in closer, "I haven't seen you that hot since the late 90s," He smirked at her, "And back then it was me making you come in the back of a car during the middle of a rehearsal." He tilted his head, "So, what was it?"
"Nothing." Rayna said, her voice quiet.
Deacon slowly brought her fingers to his mouth and licked them, his tongue sliding over her index and middle finger; he never took his eyes from hers, "Doesn't taste like nothing."
Rayna felt her stomach tighten at his words, at the fact that he knew exactly what fingers she'd used. "Fine," Rayna sighed, narrowing her eyes at him, "A dream."
Deacon quirked his eyebrow, "What was the dream about?" He leaned in close to her, the smell of him—fresh cologne and something that had always been powerfully Deacon—invading her nostrils.
Suddenly, the stupid smirk on his face annoyed her. Deacon always thought he knew her so well; for the most part, he did. But not this time. He'd always taken delight in shocking her, but it was her turn this go. She dropped the sunglasses that had been perched atop her head back over her eyes, a slow grin spreading over her face.
She extricated her hand from his grasp, "A threesome." She said, simply, as though she had simply been commenting on the weather instead of telling her ex-lover about the kinkiest dream she'd ever had.
Rayna watched as shock settled over his features. He certainly hadn't been expecting that. He recovered quicker than she thought he might have and he leaned further into her personal space as his gaze darkened.
"Oh yeah?" His gaze slid languidly over her body, "Who was fucking you?"
Rayna smirked, "You," She said, enunciating the word, watching as the muscles in Deacon's face tightened, "And Liam," Rayna said, moving to walk past Deacon. The thought occurred to her that she was fantasizing about being fucked by two men and neither of them happened to be her husband, and that she ought to maybe feel at least a little bad about that. She quickly dismissed the thought—if fantasizing were cheating, she'd been an adulterer since her wedding night.
When Rayna was nearly past him, Deacon's hand snaked out and caught her wrist; with his other hand, he lifted Rayna's sunglasses up and set them on her head. His gaze burned through her as the lust dropped on to his face with full force. He wasn't hiding an ounce of it from her this time.
He laughed, the sound rumbly, low, and the sexiest thing Rayna had ever heard. It was slow as it moved through her body, traveling until it hit Rayna right between her legs, "Well," He said, drawing the syllable out, "Enjoy those dreams, darlin', because once I get my hands on you again," His thumb caressed her wrist as his gaze slid up her body, "And believe me, I will," He smirked, "I'll never let another man touch you." His thumb pressed into her wrist before he let her go, stepping back so she could walk past him.
She stared at him for a long moment before she shook her head and walked by him, not realizing until she was past him that she had been holding her breath. His words echoed in her ears: I'll never let another man touch you.
On anyone else, the possessiveness would have annoyed her or pissed her off. She would have railed against it just to prove that she could. But, with Deacon, there was some part of her that had always wanted to be his. To be possessed by him in every way imaginable—she spent so many sleepless nights denying that she still was.No, on Deacon, the possessiveness did to her just what it always had—it turned her the fuck on.
When Rayna walked back into rehearsal, she was wetter than when she'd left. And Deacon couldn't keep his eyes off her, couldn't keep his tongue from running across his lips to see if he could still taste her. His smirk told Rayna that he could.