Be warned, adult situations lay ahead!


Deacon growled at her pulling his hair while aggressively kissing her. Rayna moaned loudly as she allowed him entrance to her mouth. His fingers grabbed handfuls of her hair, drawing her head back giving him greater access to her captivating mouth. She could feel all the doubts she had about Deacon fading away. The pain that had stabbed her heart was soothed by his touch. Her mind freed from the hurt seeing Deacon with someone else was able to view the scene from another angle. Deep in her soul, she knew what he was telling her was the truth. She had witness him lying to her as he tried to cover up his drinking, and he didn't display any of his tells today. Rayna could only put her reaction down to a combination of tiredness and the fear that Vince would make Deacon give up his sobriety.

The sharp pain of him pulling her hair more firmly, pulled her mind back to the present, while causing her centre to clench with desire. She needed to feel his skin beneath her fingers, frantically she clawed at his shirt. Her nails scrapping across the skin on his back. His sharp intake of breath was quickly followed by a heavy pant. Her fingers clutched at the muscles of his back, as she lent backwards giving him the deep access to her mouth his tongue was demanding.

Gentleness was lost as she pulled his shirt upward, ripping it over his head and flinging it behind her. Pulling her mouth from his, her lips fastened on the throbbing vein in his neck. Her teeth grazed across his heated skin, while her tongue lapped the irritated skin, soothing the handiwork of her teeth. Deacon forcibly push Rayna backwards until she was flush with the arm of the chair. Her legs spread, welcoming Deacon. Wrapping her long legs around his, her hips cradled his slowly gyrating body. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her legs tightened, forcing Deacon to hunch over her. His hands burrowed beneath her, cupping her butt he lifted her up into his arms. Her mouth desperately kissed his, moaning deep into his mouth.

Deacon shuffled their combined body over to the nearby table. Rayna's legs pulled Deacon snug against her aching centre he stroked his hardness forcefully against her. Rayna whimpered at the sensations that shot up through her body from her centre. Tiny convulsions burst through her, releasing her grip on Deacon she laid back onto the table. Her legs remained toyed around Deacon her hands caressed her curves. She groped her breasts and breathlessly sighed his name.

The sound of his name uttered with such yearning caused Deacon to slam his hips against Rayna's warm centre. His arms pinned her down on the table as his lips devoured hers. The taste of her on his tongue was driving him crazy. His need for her was unquenchable, he wanted to taste all of her but his tongue demanding to drink from the elixir of her mouth. His fingers dug into the flesh of her wrists as he wrest his mouth off hers. He scrapped the harshness of his stubble across the tender skin of her throat while his tongue lapped the harshness away.

Rayna's hips violently thrusted against his, her moans turned into minute screams of want. Growling into her neck, Deacon bit down on the flesh of her collarbone before muttering,

"Don't you dare move"

Lifting himself off her he took a moment to admire the flush of desire that coloured her skin. Her arms held above her head and her eyes dark with lust, she seductively licked her lips causing Deacon's hips to buck against her. His hands gripped her waist forcibly as he grounded against her gyrating hips. Rayna shrieked her voice heavy with longing. Pushing her t-shirt up over her head, he left it effectively binding her arms. Her chest heaved with longing. Her glorious breasts undulated beneath the delicate lace of her bra. Deacon's fingers dug into the skin of her waist as he wrest to control his wanting.

His large hands cupped her breasts, his warm breath teased the highly sensitive nubs as they lay trapped beneath the flimsy material. Squeezing the full cups, his mouth descended upon the voluptuous flesh. Sucking the flesh into his mouth, his tongue toyed with her nipple before his teeth scrapped across the engorged nub. Turning his attention to the other breast, he continued his torture of her flesh.

"Ffffffuuuuuccccckkkkkkk Deaaaaaaaacoooonnnnnn"

She could feel the vibrations of his laughter at her loud expletive as he exquisitely tormented her breasts. Raising her head up off the table she watch his hands as they removed her ample breasts from their casings. The look of unadulterated wanting in his darken blue eyes caused her body to convulse with unbridled lust. Slamming her head back on the table she uttered a loud groan of eroticism. Her hips thrusted against him the result of the roughness of his tongue against her aching nipple. Her legs tightened their grip on him, her feet pumping against his buttocks in time with his torturous tongue.

"Dea….con"

She panted his name, begging for him to stop while praying he wouldn't. Her mind could no longer think of anything other than the feel of him on her skin. Her centre was alight with a need that she knew only he could extinguish.

Deacon pulled a nipple into his mouth. Trapping the tender skin gently between his teeth, he slowly pulled on it until she screamed with desire. Switching to the other, he slowed his movements until she pleaded. He alternated between breasts, each time making her beg and plead for him to make her scream. His fingers caressed the skin of her torso, skimming under the waist band of her jeans only to retreat back to her waist. Tossing her head side to side she felt like she was going to explode from his ministrations. Her breath was rapid, and her groans reverberated throughout the room. Try as she might, she couldn't control the screams he elicited from her. Her senses were on hyperdrive from the combined effect of his mouth and his fingers getting closer and closer to her throbbing centre.

His fingers quickly popped the stud of her jeans, and slowly lowered the zip. Standing he swallowed hard as he looked at her exquisite body. Her full breast sat high where they spilled over the delicate material. The skin was reddened from his ministrations and her nipples were as hard as pebbles. Her blues eyes large with an unrequited yearning, silently implored for more. He rubbed his throbbing hardness trapped beneath the denim of his jeans. He could see the red of her matching panties exposed in the vee of the open jeans. He swollen member jumped with intimate knowledge of what lay beneath.

"Rrrrraaayyyyyy"

His breathlessness heavy with yearning wordlessly spoke of his ardour. Longing to have the taste of her once again on his tongue, he kissed her intensely. His hand burrowed beneath the lace material covering her warm centre. His fingers thrummed the pulsating nub as his mouth swallowed her scream. He could hear her arms bagging against the wood of the table as her body trembled in response to his attentiveness. She pulled her mouth away from his and emitted a loud moan. Her feet pulled him closer to her centre, trapping his hand between his hips and her undulating body. He pinched her nub and chuckled as he watched her body push up off the table while her breath escaped her body in a long low groan.

His fingers violently pulled her jeans and underwear down her legs. Stepping backwards, her legs dropped from his hips and hung over the edge of the table. Deacon licked his lips as he looked over her. Her body laid open to him on the table, inviting him to claim her as his. Lifting her head, she exclaimed, "FUCK!" at the animalistic look in his face. She could feel her centre become heavy as his eyes caressed her body claiming ownership.

Her eyes pleaded for him to touch her. Her traitorous body longed for the feel of him possessing her. His eyes locked with hers as he slowly popped the button on his jeans. He lowered the zip over his swollen member, pushing the material along with his boxers down his legs. She swallowed hard her tongue licked her lips as she watched his engorged penis freed from the constraining material. She unconsciously sends a plead up to a higher authority. She longed to touch him, to feel the weight of him in her hands but he has rendered her helpless as she laid exposed on the table.

Deacon ran a hand along the length causing Rayna to utter an expletive once again. With an evil glint in his eyes, Deacon moved closer to Rayna. The look in his eyes was that of a predator with their prey in sight. Rayna's body shuddered with ardour. Hovering above her, he slowly grounded his swollen member against her pulsating centre. Her hips moved against his as she tried to find the rhythm to bring her to completion. Her movements were hindered by the jeans that hung at her knees. Silently cursing Deacon for trapping both her arms and legs, she thrusted her hips violently against his hardness causing him to curse her names. Repeating the movement, his hand gripped her hips and pinned her to table.

His large hands pushed against her thighs opening her wider. Rubbing himself against her wetness her aching centre clenched as she felt the familiar building of sparks beginning to ignite. Her hands helpless grasped at the air, rendered useless by the t-shirt trapping her arms.

"Ray"

Raising her head, she screamed as Deacon slammed himself deep into her. Her body pulsated against the feel of him buried in her warmth. His undulating hips forced her legs wider as his fingers gripped the flesh of her waist. His pounding hips continually pulsate against her throbbing nub as his hardness drilled deeper into her. Thrusting her chest upwards she emits a large scream as her whole body explodes. His hips continue to pound against her enflamed nub causing her orgasms to roll into one another. Her throat feels raw as she yells out his name while riding out the waves of release that roll through her body. Crashing back onto the table, her body spent, a look of astonishment adorns her face. A smile of contentment graces her lips.

Deacon releases his grip on her waist, hunched over her spent body his hips frantic for release pump into her. His lips latch onto breast, sucking the flesh once again into his mouth where his teeth clamp down on her nipple. With one final thrust of his hips he explodes as Rayna squeals as her body once again reacts to his ministrations. Releasing her breast, Deacon collapses against Rayna. His breath rapid as he lays on her chest, his warm breath teasing her engorged nipple.


Raising his eyes over her voluptuous breasts, Deacon watches as the door slowly opens.

"Rayn..."

Luke's words fade into the ether as his eyes widened taking in the sight before him. Rayna laid prone naked on the table, with Deacon covering her. Dragging his eyes off a naked Rayna, Luke glanced at Deacon. The look in his eyes proclaimed "mine", and in that moment, Luke had no doubt that Rayna was completely owned by Deacon. A delicate flush of embarrassment painted Luke's face as he rapidly shut the door.

"Deacon?"

"Hmmmm"

He nosed her breast, breathing in the familiar scent of her skin.

"I think I've lost feeling in my arms"

"Oh Ray, come on babe let me help you" he said with a hint of amusement to his voice.

"Deacon?"

"Yeah"

"I think we also need to get some lemon and honey for my throat"

Kissing the side of her head, Deacon exclaimed,

"Well you are a screamer"

Laughing at her as she slapped him, he wrapped her into his arms and sent a blessing that his darker demons hadn't managed to driver her away.