Apartment 4B

Chapter 34 - Brooke

His mouths on mine the instant we're out the cab, so much so, I figure trying to walk with four legs is going to be more troublesome than it's really worth. Linking my arms around his neck, I do a half jump thing and attempt to wrap my legs around his waist. Thankfully he catches on in time, and slides his hands down to round my thighs to help hold me from crashing back down to the ground. I have no idea how he manages it, but the only time we break off and stop, is when my back hits the wall as he grabs to push the door to the building open. Deacon's chest is heaving, his breathing ragged and I grin wickedly at that, especially when he catches me watching him. His growl rumbles along my skin, and I weave my hand around to hold him there as he nips away at the skin on my neck.

The luck of not tripping and falling ass over head, lasts until Deacon's foot catches on the bottom stair. He manages to twist us on the way down, his hand coming out to stop his weight from crushing me wrapped around him, and I laugh my ass off.

It might be the amount of booze consumed tonight, or the hilarity of a simple step utterly taking us out, or the mountain above me bottom lip coming in to bite so he doesn't join me...

Whatever it is, I laugh and I laugh hard, before my hand grips his shirt tightly to drag him back against me.

He dives in, in an instant, as hungry for me as I am for him. Breaking off, my head shakes, pushing his hand away that tries to round my back and lift us to standing. Deacon's eyes shut before he looks under his lashes at me, the silent reminder of his answer another day. I get in before he can argue, already having a plan forming in my head.

"Birthday girl's rules tonight."

My eyes stay on his face as my hands slowly feel up, the top two buttons of my flannel shirt being flicked undone easily. His eyes follow my hands while they find the rest of them, before untying the knot, the shirt falling open to reveal the rather simple number I have under it.

Compared to other sets I have, this one is rather plain, but the way he stills even more is like it's the most breathtaking one he's seen yet.

Deacon's eyes widen as he traces the line of my bra, not putting up any resistance while my hand reaches up to gently roll him to sit on his butt. His hands find my bare thighs, the moment I fling one leg over to slide on top of him, placing one of my hands on the step behind his head as he leans back.

I fully have no intention of letting him take me right here, I mean I do have some boundaries, but I do enjoy toying with him.

Particularly when he tries his hardest to drive me insane right back half the time.

His fingers grip into my skin, his other hand coming up lightening fast to run up my back and hold me flush against him when I begin to lean my head in. Although I am aware on his view of stairwell sex, he puts up a damn good argument for the other side. His mouth's on mine, his hands holding me firm, a deep groan ripping out of him as I slide my hand to the back of his neck and urge him against me more. My whole body melts into his, relaxing myself so much into him that I have no idea where I end and Deacon begins. I can't take the layers between us anymore, and run a hand down him to grab at the hem of his shirt. Deacon rips himself away, his voice a little ragged and betraying just how much he seriously wants me right now.

"Jesus, Brooke... Can we slow this a bit? I know you can handle it hard, rough and fast, but I was hoping to take my time with a smidge more privacy. Give you a real birthday treat.."

The moment my hips move against his, grinding on top of the growing mound I can feel, snaps the last strain of resistance in him.

".. Ah, hell, fuck it.."

He's already up and carrying me pinned against him, spinning to take the stairs at double pace, when I pull back to look at him.

".. Don't give me that look, I'm not fucking you out here... The noises you make, while I'm sure half the bloody block can hear them, I'm choosing to live in ignorance and pretend they're for my ears only... I'm also not letting anyone else barge in to see that perfect ass of yours, bouncing up and down on me."

My eyes roll playfully at him, while I snuggle myself closer as he reaches the top, figuring it's safer to resume teasing him now that we aren't at risk of toppling back down the stairs. My chest pushes firmly into his, my teeth nipping the skin on his neck, before lightly sucking on the spot just below his ear.

I figure if it drives me crazy, it might be the same for him.

I purr the words in his ear, rolling them slowly along my tongue, before giving one final nip.

"Who knew once you were my boyfriend, you'd be so demanding.. Don't get me wrong though, it's hot as hell. Feel free to give me orders like that, anytime.. Like you said, I can handle it a little rough.."

Biting out a curse, my back hits the wall of our floor a little harder this time, as he begins to work his way down my collarbone and chest. If it didn't feel so amazing, I'd be laughing my butt off once more, that I managed to break him twice in just a couple of minutes. My head tilts up, the cries of pleasure escaping me louder than I intend, and proving he may actually be right about the whole block thing...

"Fucking hell, Brooke.."

We're moving again, colliding off and on with the hallway wall, as we crash our way along to get to my door. Thank god we don't have the nosy neighbour's type, otherwise it'd be one heck of a show, not to mention an eyeful. Deacon's finds my keys stashed in his pocket, and the doors booted open, right before we tumble down to the ground. His fingers trail the side of my cheek, easily pulling a smile from me as he gazes down from above me. The hat he strongly insisted I pinch, tumbles off my head as my smile turns more devilish at his words, while I bring in the corner of my lip into bite.

".. So, where was this 'fucking the shit out of Deacon' suppose to start then, birthday girl?"