This chapter contains a few warnings. Firstly ADULT CONTENT AHEAD. Please do not continue reading if that is not your thing. Secondly, I tried something different with, um guess you would call it writing style, in this chapter. I hope it works (don't worry you will know when you get to it). Let me know... good, bad or indifferent. All and any feedback is welcome.
I will be partaking in the May FF challenge, so will pick up this story after that. Thanks for continuing to read.
Before she could answer, his lips captured hers, swallowing her words. The warmth of his lips upon her sent her hunger for him spiralling. Her hands gripped the flesh of his back as she attempted to pull him closer to her. Deacon's hands cupped the back of her head and her back simultaneously. They were both breathing rapidly as the sounds of their passion filled the silence of the car. Moaning deeply, she scratched at his back as she crawled closer to him. Using his hands, he guided her across the divide onto his lap.
Pulling apart, their breath rasping with lust as they both laughed at their antics. Tracing his lips with her fingers, his teeth gently nipped at the tips of her finger. Gasping as a shot of desire flared deep inside her, her lips replaced her fingers. The taste of him on the tip of her tongue caused her to groan loudly. Keeping one hand wrapped around her back, Deacon's other hand blindly searches for the seat latch. With the seat pushed all the way back, Rayna settles more firmly onto his lap. Her legs straddle his, as her hips gyrate against his hardness. His hands burrow under her t-shirt seeking the clasp of her bra. Cupping her breasts through the loosened bra, his thumbs toy with her nipples, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Growling in frustration at the lack of access to her flesh, Deacon pulls her t-shirt up and off, tossing it carelessly into the back of the vehicle.
Breathing heavily, slowly lowering the straps of her bra off her shoulders, the tips of his fingers marvelled at the softness of her skin. Gently kissing the hollows of her shoulders, his lips made a slow path up towards her lips. Softly biting her kiss swollen bottom lip, Deacon groaned as his hips thrusted into the warmth of her hips.
Flashes of memories infiltrated both their minds, casting them back to the dingy bathroom stall of Joe's Honky Tonk. Knowing that it still existed, and was thriving against all odds, somehow spoke to their relationship.
Deacon had dragged her off the stage, kissing her passionately as soon as he could. He had been aching for her all evening. Her flirting with him on stage, and the growing emotions of the crowd had added to his lust. Slamming her against the wall, his lips demanded ownership of hers. Her leg wrapped around his, pulling his hips flush with his as her hand squeeze his butt. Roughly releasing her lips, he pulled on her hand as he navigated them towards the back of the building. His need to burrow himself deeply in her was bordering on uncontrollable. Pushing on the door, he spun around and pushed her against the closing door. His hands groped her breasts as his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. Her hands feverishly unbuckled his belt, her hand seeking the hardness trapped beneath the denim material.
Leaning her backwards against the steering wheel his tongue traced a warm path from her lips down to her breasts. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue lapped at the trapped pebble causing her to whimper with desire. Trapping her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he pinched and pulled in contrast to the gentleness his tongue applied to the trapped nipple. Her fingers twisted and pulled at his hair as her hips rocked against him, the harshness of the denim of her jeans applying sweet pressure to her inflamed centre.
At this moment the need to feel the flesh of her ample breast was stronger than the need to feel her warm hand encasing his engorged penis. Pulling the flimsy sequined camisole off, his hands lifted her breasts up and out of the black satin bra she was wearing. Cupping his hands under her arse, he lifted her upwards so his mouth could capture her stunning breasts. Sucking her flesh into his mouth, he could feel her fingers threading through his hair where she pulled against the strands in time with his ministrations to her breasts. The taste of her sweat from tonight's performance on his tongue enflamed his desire. The tiny squeaks of ardour she breathlessly emitted every time his hips rocked against her centre caused tiny sparks of light to explode against his shut eyes. Biting down on her flesh, she screamed in delight at the feel of his teeth and mouth marking the skin of her breast.
Releasing his grip on her breasts, his lips sought out her lips. Their lips danced together, their tongues lapping the taste of each other. His fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, seeking her warm centre. Her hip tipped towards his hand, giving him open access to her throbbing centre. Her fingers popped open the button of her jeans, lowering the zip giving him even more access. His fingers squeezed her nub, causing her to scream his name. Running his finger soothingly across her enflame centre, he deliberately slowed his ministrations, allowing her passion to ebb and flow like the sea crashing on the seashore. Her thumb gently traced his swollen lips as her lust addled blue eyes lovingly caressed his face. She placed a soft kiss on his lips, before leaning back against the steering wheel. His eyes traced a path from her lust filled face down to her heaving breasts. Her chest heaved as she gasps for breath, causing her breast to pleasingly jiggle with each breath she took. Sucking in a breath, he cast his eyes back up to her darkened eyes. Mimicking her early action, his thumb lovingly caresses her lips. Her tongue darted out and lapped at his thumb, before sucking it into her mouth. Her hips rocked against his fingers as her mouth sucked his thumb simultaneously.
Slowly lowering her legs to the ground, his placed his arms either side of her head. Hovering above her he marvelled at the effect he had on her. Her skin was flushed with desire as she struggled to control her breathing. Smirking at her, he slowly lowered himself flush against her, pushing her against the wall as his lips softly kissed her. She moaned helpless at the feel of his lips tenderly kissing her. Her fingers found the waistband of his jeans and made quick work of the button and zip. Snaking her hand down the front of his boxers, her fingers wounded around his warmth as she slowly began caressing him. Panting, he leant his forehead against her, his hips rocking against her hand. Grunting her name, he cursed under his breath as he trapped her hand between their bodies. She welcomed the weight of him against her body, rubbing her exposed breasts against the roughness of his shirt, delighting in the sparks it created in her body. She could feel his warm breath as he panted into her hair. Her tongue lapped at his neck before gently biting down on the exposed tendon, causing him to moan and thrust against her trapped hand. Her giggle at his reaction was quickly replaced with a squeal as he lifted her up and walked them backwards into the bathroom stall. Slamming the door shut, he pushed his jeans and boxers down before burrowing up under her skirt and yanking her underwear down and off her.
Pushing her jeans and underwear downwards, Deacon growled in frustration when her bent legs prevented any further removal of clothing. Giggling at his frustration, Rayna wiggled around on his lap, straining to flick her shoes off before awkwardly shoving her clothing down off her legs. Tossing her bra into the back of the car, she lent forward and passionately kissed Deacon. Deacon's large squeezed her buttocks as she rocked her hips against him. Without breaking the kiss, Rayna's fingers made quick work of the fasteners of his jeans. Snaking her hand into his boxers, her fingers wrapped around him while slowly stroking his hardness. Her lips break from his and nuzzle their way down his neck. Sighing at the heady mixture of the scent of him combined with the intoxicating taste of his skin, she returns to his lips, drinking in the taste of him once more. Prying his lips away from her, he struggles to breath as her fingers threaten to undo him. Slamming his head against the head rest he moans loudly, welcoming the feel of her fingers on him. His voice is raspy as he struggles to articulate words. Groaning her name, his hand wraps around her wrist preventing her from further inflicting more exquisite torture on him. Lifting his hips slightly, he pushes his jean and boxers down his thighs. Kissing her deeply, his hands on her thighs encourage her to lift before slowly lowering her onto him. Moaning together at the feel of their joining, their joined bodies slowly begin to move together.
Flicking the grime crusted toilet seat down, Deacon simultaneously sat down while pulling Rayna onto his lap. Her fingers burrowed into his hair as she kissed him intensely. Deacon's hands gripped her bare butt cheeks, pulling her flush with him. Wrapping his arms around her back, he pinned her to his body. Rayna's groan was swallowed by their kiss. The feel of her naked centre against his throbbing hardness sent a flush of desire through her body. The need to feel his skin against her naked body became overwhelming to Rayna. Pulling at the hem of his t-shirt she rapidly pulled it up and tossed it over her shoulder. She rubbed her breasts against his warm chest, her breath sounded harsh to her as she panted in excitement. Rising she slowly lowered herself onto him, as they both moaned at the sensation of their joining. Rocking her hips, Rayna gripped Deacon's shoulders as her body moved against him.
Gripping the head rest, Rayna rolled her hips causing Deacon to moan deeply. Chuckling at his reaction, she raised her body up before slowly lowering it again. Deacon ran his rough hands up her muscular thighs and clasped her buttocks. His lips nipped at her neck, occasionally gently pinching her skin with his teeth only to soothe the pink stained skin with his tongue. Tossing her head back gasping for air, Rayna widened her legs straddling Deacon. She could feel small waves of excitement commencing in her toes before expanding and rushing through her body. Tiny sparks of pleasure dancing behind her clenched eyes. Jolts of desire flooded her centre every time Deacon's teeth scrapped across her skin. Her hips increased their movement as her yearning for a more powerful release built within her.
Her lips clumsily kissed him as her hips danced to their body's song. Deacon's strong arms held her as she lent backwards, her strong legs aiding her hips as she slammed her centre against his hardness. Deacon's lips fastened on her quivering breasts, sucking the voluptuous flesh deep into his mouth, where his rough tongue toyed with her nipples. Her fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulder as her body shuddered with mini explosions as the result of his mouth. Groaning his name, Rayna fell forward onto Deacon. Her lips seeking out his as she drank in the familiar feel of him. Her arms reached out and used the grubby bathroom wall to steady herself. Her hips increased their pace, slamming her body against his. Their bodies moved together in a sensually violent ballet as they both searched for their exquisite release.
Her muscular legs gripped Deacon as her hips gyrated against him. Her fingers toyed in his hair, pulling it as her lips devoured his. Their harsh breath ricochet through the cabin on the car. Deacon's large hands clutched at her waist, aiding her hips movements. His fingers left pink marks of ownership on her flushed skin. Ripping her lips away from his, she groaned loudly as her body ached for release. The movement of their bodies caused the drivers seat to creak in protest, while trickles of moisture ran down the windows from the foggy curtain they had created. Deacon snaked a hand between their bodies, his guitar roughened fingers stroked her enflamed nub. Screaming his name, Rayna's hips jolted violently in reaction to his ministrations. Squeezing her eyes shut, sparks of fireworks exploded, as her body shuddered in release. Her lips fastened on his neck as she road out the waves of release that continued to crash through her. Deacon's hips slammed upwards seeking his own release. The feel of her lips on his flesh rising his ardour. Tangling his fingers in her hair, pulling he forced her head backwards. Wrapping his other arm around her, holding her close to him he watched her face as she rode out her release. Groaning her name, his lips sought out her lips as his hips gave one final thrust as he shuddered in exquisite release.
Deacon's hands gripped the flesh of her buttocks under her skirt, slamming her hips onto him. He could feel her breasts slamming against his naked chest. Rayna's fingers clutched at the dirty bathroom wall, as her body set tiny bursts of fireworks through her. Moaning in frustration at the tantalising promise of release, she removed one hand to grasp Deacon's hair forcing his head backwards. Her lips frantically kissed him, silently pleading for relief from her current state. She could feel her orgasm taunting her as her hips slammed against him. The toilet seat groaned in protest at their heaving bodies. His fingers lovingly scratched her skin as they made their way towards their joined bodies. The slight burn of the scratches caused Rayna to whimper in delight, her ardour increased as a result. Deacon's fingers lightly teased her nub before gently pinching the hypersensitive flesh, causing Rayna to scream while slamming herself down on his hardness. Her hand frantically clutched at the wall behind them, while her body violently rocked against his, causing their combined bodies to slam against the toilet cistern. Deacon once again pinched her nub triggering her hips to jolt against his hardness setting off a long wave of release that washed over her. Her body convulsed violently with exploded passion as her hips continued to slam into his. His hips lifted in response to hers, as he grunted her name, shuddering as he fiercely reached his own crescendo. Their joined bodies continued rocking, as their lips sought out each other. Rayna, riding high on waves of desire, thrusted her hips against him on final time, causing the tortured toilet seat to finally give way under their ministrations. Gasping, they burst out laughing as their eyes silently questioned the reality of what had just happened.
Alas, this chapter ends the antics of International Day of Nakedness... but never fear, we all know how much Deacon and Rayna like to get it on, so won't be long until they are getting smutty again ;-)