Wow! I'm kind of impressed with myself that I have managed another chapter so soon. As explained at the start of this challenge I am using the seven deadly sins as a guide for these chapters - with that in mind, I am very loosely using the titles of the sins (so please don't expect the traditional definition of the terms to form the basis of the story). With that in mind, I give you Gluttony.
**** Please note, this is not safe for work! It contains adult situations, and as usual if this is not your thing, please do not read but if it is, read away and enjoy *****
Frowning at the darkness, he gave a tentative knock. When he had spoken to her earlier, she had not given any indication that she was going out. Knocking louder, his heart thudded in his chest in fear. What if she didn't want to see him? He had hurt her so badly this time, had said some horrible things to her. His demons continued to haunt him, causing him to reach for the numbness that alcohol gave him. He had fought back against those demons while in rehab and was walking the shaking line of sobriety. He knew he had failed at remaining sober twice, but he felt stronger after this visit. He had confronted the mental and physical abuse at the hands of his father and the supressed guilt he carried from Vince's death while in the Gardens of Hope Rehabilitation facility. Everyday he grew stronger and surer of his commitment to sobriety. Since leaving rehab he had been calling Rayna daily from his halfway house. They had seen each other a few times, in cafes and had dinner at their favourite restaurants.
It pained him not to able to spend quality time with her, but his sponsor had warned him about falling back into the same dangerous habits. Deacon had argued that Rayna wasn't a habit, she was the love of his life. But Bill had explained that his relationship with Rayna was one predominantly formed while he had been drinking, that they both had to take time to learn what the relationship was without Deacon reaching for his alcoholic crutch. While Deacon didn't completely believe what Bill was saying, he followed the rules as he knew failing to do so would mean he had to return to Gardens of Hope. He had no desire to return to rehab and spend even more time apart from Rayna.
Digging out his keys, he sent up a silent prayer that Rayna hadn't changed the locks on their house. He let out a breath that he wasn't aware he had been holding. Cautiously opening the door, he was alert to the sound of anyone in the house. The glaring silence of the house pounded in his ears. Quietly snicking the door behind him, he stepped further into the darkness. As his eyes grew accustomed to the dimness, he began looking around the room. He had expected to see all memories of him removed, or at least toned down but the room looked the same as when he left.
His guitars were still lined up along one side of the room, along with his book bag that contained all his notes and half started songs. His runners were still under the side table, kicked there after one of his haphazard runs. Running his fingers along the worn wood, he hovered at the collection of photo frames that cluttered the surface. Various photos of them on stage dotted the collection, along with more personal photos. Sitting at the front was a photo of them in bed.
Frowning he tried to place when the photo had been taken. It was obvious that one of them had turned the automatic camera on them as their naked bodies laid tangled with each other. Rayna's hair was a mess of curls from where he had run his fingers repeatedly through it. His hair was no better. It was sticking out at all manner of angles from his head. In a stroke of luck, they were both captured staring at each other. The depth of their love shone from their eyes, while soft smiles adorned both their faces. His eyes filled with tears as his fingers stroked her face with longing. His whole being ached with loneliness for her.
Quietly navigating his way across the living room, he paused just outside their bedroom. His ears alert for any sounds coming from the room. His heart dropped into his stomach as he had a brief thought about Rayna lying in bed with someone else. Reaching out he gripped the door frame as he struggled to catch his breath. Gingerly push the door open, his eyes scanned the room for occupants. A wave of relief washed over him finding the room empty. Walking over to Rayna's side of the bed, his heart swelled at the sight of the guitar pic he gave her as he left to go to rehab. Lying next to it was her song diary. He trailed his fingers over the worn cover. He longed to read it, to gauge how she has been coping in his absence, but he resisted invading her privacy.
Tears prickled his eyes as he thought about his rehab causing her pain. Sitting down on the bed he cupped his head in his hands, his breath was rapid. He didn't know what he would do if he lost her, if his addition caused her to walk away from him. Taking a deep breath to settle himself, kicking off his boots he climbed further on the bed. Breathing in deeply, he allowed the scent of her that permeated the bedding to further calm him. Wiggling down the bed he made himself comfortable. Lying back on the pillows, his arms behind his head he stared up at the ceiling as he waited for Rayna to come home.
The sound of a door opening jolted him awake. Blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room once again, his breath caught in his chest as Rayna came storming into the room. Throwing her purse onto the floor, she muttered a few curse words while she toed off her heels. Her jacket rapidly joined the purse in the recesses of the room. Reaching behind she popped the button of her skirt and started to lower the material over her hips.
"God, don't stop now Ray"
"Jesus Deacon!"
Grabbing at her chest she admonished him while trying to calm her rapidly beating heart.
"What are you doing here in the dark?"
Frowning at him, she queried,
"Um, actually what are you doing here in general?"
"I…. I missed you Ray. I know we were meant to have lunch tomorrow, but I just had to see you"
"Deacon, you know you can't be out at night, especially since its only been three weeks since you left rehab"
Gritting his teeth, he fought the desire to snap at her brush off. He knew he wasn't meant to be here he also knew that he had just left rehab but what he didn't understand was the coolness of her words. His stomach churned as various scenarios where Rayna left him raced through his mind.
"Rayna, I know. I don't need reminding of how much I have stuffed up and the supervisors at the halfway house have already read me the riot act about needing to be back by curfew. You don't need to worry, I will leave."
His voice was heavy with a combination of sadness and resignation. His whole body thudded with the realisation that Rayna had moved on, that she had finally realised that he was bad for her, that he was dragging her down.
"I'm sorry. Ummm will I still see you at lunch tomorrow?"
Rayna reached out and caught his arm as he drew near her.
"Deacon, I'm sorry. I do want to see you, but babe I also don't want you to go back to rehab. I need this time to stick, they told me at Al-Anon that returning to your old habits and routines could be enabling you. I tried to keep you at a distance…. god, I tried but it's so damn hard."
Deacon's eyes filled with tears hearing the hurt in Rayna's voice. Tangling his fingers with hers, he pulled her into him. Welcoming the healing touch that cradling each other in their arms bought, they both sunk further into their embrace. Rayna nuzzled her face further into his neck as her arms tightened around him. Her body remembered him, remembered the affect his nearness had on her. Her whole body thrummed with a dangerous current searching for an outlet. Placing a soft kiss on his neck, her voice heavy with want stated,
"God, you smell so good…..but Deacon I need you to go"
He placed a sorrowful kiss on her forehead, reluctant to let her go, but he knew that he needed to let go. His whole future relied on it; he couldn't bear to fail her again.
"Okay Ray, I'll go, only because you asked me too"
He despondently released her from his arms, his face echoed the pain of his breaking heart. In a small voice he whispered,
"I'll see you tomorrow Ray"
He had made it as far as the bedroom door when he heard,
"Hey"
Slowly turning around, he was caught off guard as Rayna slammed into him. Her arms formed a vice like grip on him as her mouth claimed ownership of his. His brain, struggling to catch up, was overcome with a rush of lust for the woman in his arms. Returning her passion, he drank in the taste of her. They simultaneously moaned as their bodies melted into each other. Rayna propelled their tangled bodies back towards their bed. Turning them, she pushed him down on the mattress, their lips never leaving each other. Deacon's hands snuck up under the back of her shirt, needing to feel her warm skin.
Sitting up straddling his hips, Rayna quickly pulled her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her eyes, dark with desire, raked over him as her hands caressed his torso. Wordlessly she grunted at him to lift, moving their bodies further onto the bed. Hovering above him, she kissed him deeply, moaning as his hands cupped her buttocks. Breaking their kiss, her breathing was rapid as her fingers reacquainted themselves with his features. A look of determined resolve washed over her face as though she had come to a decision.
Wiggling down his body, she pushed his t-shirt upwards, revealing the golden hued skin of his stomach. She placed feather soft kisses across his skin, her tongue erotically traced his bellybutton before continuing to tease him with her whisper soft lips. He groaned at the feel of her lips on his skin. His skin was aflame as she torched a trail of ownership over him. When she used her teeth to nip at his skin, he swore to a higher power. His hips longed to push up against her, but he also wanted her delicious torture upon him to continue. Twisting his fingers in her hair he gently pulled as her kisses continued their torturous journey up his torso.
Pushing his t-shirt further up, Rayna scrapped her fingernails across his chest leaving possessive faint trails. Sitting back onto his lap, she grounded herself against his growing hardness. Her fingers toyed with the sparse hairs sprinkled across his muscular chest. Leaning in, her lips teasingly hovered above his warm skin. Darting her tongue out, she lapped at his nipple before gently blowing over the moist nub. Deacon's fingers clutched at her hips as his body shuddered with arousal. Rubbing his hands up her legs and under her skirt seeking her warm centre.
Her hands halted his seeking hands. Biting down on her lip at the look of surprise on his face, she gave her hips a flick to let him know that everything was okay. Her breath was hot against his ear as she whispered,
"Oh babe"
Her fingers pinched his nipples, punctuating her words
"I have craved this… craved you"
His body twitched at her words. Her pinching of his sensitive nipples caused him to yelp lustily as his body levitated off the bed. He could feel himself harden painfully against his jeans. He longed to touch her but the look in her eyes and her tight grip on his arm stopped him. She pulled his t-shirt up over his head and used it to loop around his outstretched arms above his head. Wiggling back down his prone body, her lips claimed his possessively. Her hips rocked against him in time with her tongue. His body inundated with crashing waves of yearning was helpless against her relentless domination of him. He drove his hips upwards longing to bury his hardness deep within her.
Her eyes danced with merriment at his delicious discomfort. Her body was a glutton for his, its hunger for him knew no limits. She thrummed to feel his skin flush with hers as he buried himself deep in her, driving her to the very edge of release only to draw her back and begin the exquisite torture again. Her mouth agape, her breath was heavy as she rubbed herself against his firmness. Her hands gripped his bound arms as she worked herself towards her release. His breathing was rapid as he watched her grinding against him.
Releasing her hands from his arms, she reached behind and released the fastener of her bra. Tossing it to the floor, she cupped her heaving breasts, massaging the flesh as her body rocked over his trapped rigidity. Her fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples her head fell back as her body reacted to her ministrations. Groaning with exotic delight, she welcomed the tiny sparks of electricity as they exploded throughout her body. With a shudder her body surrendered up a minute release. Slowing her undulating body, she returned her focus onto the prone body between her legs.
Her dark eyes trapped his as she slowly lowered towards him. Never releasing his gaze, her tongue returned to lap at his nipple only giving way to her teeth and lips as they sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin. Moaning her name, his voice pleading for her to cease but continue with her torment of him. She gave him a smirk as her tongue traced a path down his torso, swirling around his belly button before continuing downwards. She licked her lips when she got to his tightened jeans. Flicking her eyes upwards, he gulped at the look playing around her darkened blue eyes. Panting at her, his hips gave an involuntary flick upwards. She gave him a throaty laugh before slowly popping the button of his jeans and carefully lowering the zip over his painfully aroused penis. Gently wiggling his jeans and boxers down hips, she shimmed down his body along with the material. Abandoning his clothing at his ankles, trapping his legs within the material and making him defenceless against her. His legs kicked at the offending material, but they stayed determinedly trapped.
Raising his head, he watched as her hands caressed his naked legs, her fingers teased his leg hairs as she delicately marched them upwards towards his throbbing centre. She kissed his knees as they laid draped over the edge of the bed. Placing open mouthed kisses to his inner thighs, he held his breath as she grew closer to where he wanted her mouth. Sensing his want, she pulled back slightly and gave him a devilish grin. She trailed the back of her fingers up his sides and across his stomach, all the while she placed tiny soft kisses closer and closer to his engorged penis.
His hands clenched the air helplessly as she ran her tongue up his length. He breathlessly moaned as she engulfed him. Her warm mouth cradled him as she used her tongue to wonderfully torture him. Her hand wrapped around him as she set up a steady rhythm designed to torment. His eyes rolled back in his head as he struggled to control his release. His ragged breathing echoed loudly through out the room. Everything surrounding them faded to black until all that existed was their erotically heavy breathing.
Rayna's hands painfully gripped his thighs as she loved him. The combination of pleasure and pain caused his hips to thrust upwards. Cursing her name, he pleaded for her to end his torture. He wanted to feel himself buried deep inside her warmth. Breathlessly she released him, only to continue the torture by gently biting the skin of his hip line. Screwing his eyes shut, he willed his excitement back from the edge. His eyes sprung open at the unknown noise that broke through their aroused breaths. Rayna returning her attention to him, prevented any other thought about the unknown noise.
Her small grunts of arousal covered the sound coming from the living room. Lifting his head at the faint noise, Deacon locked eyes with Tandy. Her eyes were large with shock and embarrassment as she took in the scene before her.
"Rayyyyyy"
His voice of warning was lost as Rayna place her mouth on him again, causing him to moan out her name in passion. He lost the battle to keep his eyes locked on Tandy's as the pleasure from Rayna's ministrations threatened to overwhelm his senses. Falling back onto the bed, his hands uselessly grasped at the air as his hips gave in and thrusted upwards. Releasing him with a pop, Rayna stood and crawled up his body. Her mouth captured his and demanded ownership. Her domination of him was sending him crazy, sparking his arousal even more. Roughly pulling back from his wanting lips, she placed kisses along his jaw line, her teeth gently biting his chin before moving onwards. Kissing his pulse point, her tongue lapped at his skin causing his already pounding heart to quiver with excitement. Her dangerous mouth wound its way to his nipples, where it worked in conjunction with her fingers. Pinching, licking and gently biting his sensitive nubs, Rayna groaned as his hips pounded against her throbbing centre as she laid straddling him.
Breathlessly she sat up, grinding her centre against his hardness. Her hands grasped at his chest as she grounded herself against him. Her skirt, pushed high up on her waist, gave him glimpses of her red underwear. Her rocking on him teasingly brought her undulating breasts closer to him as he laid restrained on the bed. He longed for his tangled hands to feel the fullness of the soft flesh of her breasts as his mouth sucked and pulled at her rosy nipples. He groaned loudly as her gyrating hips stroked him closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers pulled at his chest hair, causing him to emit an utterance of cursing interspaced with moans of her name.
The sudden lost of exquisite pressure of Rayna upon him, forced his eyes open. Lifting his head, he watched as she pushed aside her underwear and slowly guided him into her warmth. She uttered a long-satisfied moan as her hips slowly began to rock. Leaning back, her hands gripping his thighs, her hips danced to an internal rhythm, longing to reach the crescendo. He was hypnotised by the eroticism of her. Her body hummed with arousal her full breasts lustfully heaved with each thrust of her hips. Her fingers dug painfully into his flesh as the pounding of her body against his increased. Her breathing became more laboured as she repeatedly uttered his name. With one final thrust she exploded above him. Her body fell forward as her hips continued to rock in a chaotic tempo. His hips frantically thrusted upwards as she laid draped on him. Her lips placed wet kisses in the nape of his neck, she purred a groan of contentment as her fingers traced over his warm skin.
He could feel his release beckoning him, but he was powerless with his limbs bound. Pleading her name, his tone begging her. Kissing him passionately, she grounded her hips into his thrusting hips. Her lips placing lovingly soft kisses over his face as she reached up and untangled his arms. The rush of blood back into his arms was excruciating but welcomed. He gripped her hips, holding them still he slammed into her as he rode the crest of his release. Shouting to a higher power his orgasm exploded in a dazzling display of fireworks behind his clenched eyes. As he rode his decent, her soft laughter in his ear sent shivers down his spine. He turned his head towards her, his lips seeking out hers. Their lips wordlessly expressed their love for one another. Pulling back slowly, he opened his eyes, tracing her features tenderly with his fingers. He whispered,
"Ray, hmmm we might need to avoid Tandy for a bit"
Frowning at his words, she cocked an eyebrow at him,
"Why?"
"Ummm she kinda walked in on us!"
Her cursing was muffled by his skin as she burrowed her face into the nook of his neck, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. His body shook with laughter at her reaction. His fingers traced patterns up and down her back, reassuring her it was going to be okay. Pulling back, she rolled her eyes at him, her fingers toyed with his stubbled chin before tracing his bottom lip.
"You know it is all your fault!", she stated with a slight nod of her head, "It is! I can't help it. Being apart from you makes me crazy, makes me crave you so badly that I have no choice but to be gluttonous."
"Ray, if I cause you to act this way…. hell babe, I will accept the punishment"
He kissed her and rolled her over, placing kisses over her face as he wordlessly showed her how much he had missed her.
