Decker's Wood (16 page)

“Somebody once told me men trim the hedges to make it look bigger,” I murmured, my brain had quite obviously shut down.

“Country, are you insulting my manhood?” Decker chuckled as his knees hit the bed.

I shook my head, unable to pull my gaze away from his gorgeous cock. “No, I just ramble when I’m nervous.”

Decker crawled towards me until I had to rest back on my arms while he dipped his head to press a kiss at the base of my throat.

“Country, I’m about to fuck you so thoroughly the only thing you will manage to say will be my name.” His kisses began to climb up my neck. “Or god, if you wish.” His lips met mine again, only this time they were not forceful or demanding. This kiss was light, teasing, his tongue barely taking sips from my mouth. Ever so slowly Decker lowered his body over mine. He was completely naked, I was still fully clothed. “I used to wonder what you would taste like,” Decker murmured.

I pulled my head back slightly to look at him. “Used to? As in last week?”

Decker grinned and kissed me again. “Used to, as in when there was nothing more to you then skin and bone, your braces were color coded to match those ridiculous Powerpuff shirts, and you barely said more than two words to me without blushing.” I stared at him breathless from his kisses, but also from his declaration. “You intrigued me, you were pretty and innocent, and you wanted nothing to do with me. Every time you looked at me, you…grimaced,” he said as his nose scrunched up. I shook my head to object. “You had every right to look at me like that, the way I treated girls, it was disgraceful. And in my heart, I knew you deserved better. You still do.”

He had wanted me? And all that time I had wanted him, but I had been so appalled by his womanizing ways, I couldn’t stand to be near him. When Decker had said I grimaced every time he looked my way, he had been putting it mildly. I had been a teenager with enough angst and hormonal fury to fill an ocean, and my ever resilient crush on him only fueled that anger. Decker would have died at least a thousand deaths if my looks could have killed him.

Needing to feel Decker’s skin on mine, I pushed him hard. He was so big and powerful, I couldn’t have moved him more than I could fly to the moon, but he rolled away compliantly and I straddled his waist. My hands found the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Decker’s eyes fell to the turquoise blue demi bra that contained my barely B cup breasts.

“Damn,” he whispered. The muscles in his stomach clenched as he raised himself until his lips were able to take my nipple into his mouth, lacy bra and all. Large hands clamped around the globes of my ass, pulling my body against his. Before I knew it, my bra came loose, Decker’s deft fingers easily finding the clasp. Decker only drew away long enough to pull the flimsy underwear from my body, flinging it without care to the floor. Then he rolled me, trapping me under his body while he suckled greedily on my breasts. My pussy was throbbing with need, the heat of Decker’s body teasing, demanding more. I awkwardly pushed at my pajama bottoms until Decker realized what I was trying to do and helped me divest of the offending material. My own neatly trimmed womanscape drew his attention. “Fuck me,” he murmured before leaning forward, spreading my lips and licking me thoroughly. My hands flew to his head, gripping his hair in such a way that I knew it would hurt. Decker didn’t care though, he ate my pussy like a starved man.

“Oh damn,” I groaned as I felt my orgasm building. We hadn’t been at it even ten minutes, and I was already going to explode. The sensations that wracked my body were too glorious to care though. My legs wrapped around Decker’s head as his lips tugged on my clit while two fingers slipped inside me, curling up in a come-hither motion, sinking in and out in a rhythm equal to the pulling sensation on the little bundle of nerves that Decker had become fixated on. “Oh god,” I moaned loudly.

“There we go,” Decker murmured between pulls and licks. Then he was gone.

“Son of a…” Through panting breaths, I began to object, until Decker rolled to his back, reaching for me. Oh yeah, this cowgirl loved to ride. Instead of positioning me over his cock though, Decker drew me higher, until my thighs were situated either side of his face.

“Much better,” he said as he resumed his assault on my body. My hands automatically reached for the wrought iron head board, while Decker’s hands slipped up my thighs, around my hips, over my stomach, until finally resting on my breasts where he pinched and teased my nipples. It didn’t take long before I was screaming Decker’s name. Suddenly, Decker slipped out from between my legs.

“Pathetic,” he whispered, and I immediately tensed. Decker kissed my neck. “I’m sure I can make you scream louder than that. If Casey and Lionel aren’t over here first thing tomorrow with shit eating grins on their faces, I’ll be really pissed off.”

I chuckled. “Their bedroom’s on the opposite side of the apartment, there isn’t a chance they will hear us.”

“Challenge accepted.” With one hand cupping my breast, the other slipped down into the wet folds between my thighs. With Decker’s lips on my neck, his hands on and in my body, I was already beginning to shift with another pending orgasm. “Condom?”

“Oh cripes, there should be some in the bottom drawer in the bathroom.” They were old, but condoms didn’t have an expiration date, right? He disappeared again, and I groaned loudly with frustration. Talk about tease. My body was about to burst with unfulfilled need. The sight of Decker running across my apartment stark naked was enough to illicit an amused smile, the sight of his triumphant face as he strolled towards me and ripped the foil packed with his teeth reduced me to mindless, lustful mush again. Decker stood before me and rolled the condom on and I watched, completely and utterly fascinated. Adorning a rubber had always been something my previous lovers had done quickly, in the shadows. I had no idea how erotic it could be to watch a man stroke and tend to his member. Then he was crawling over me again. He nipped gently at my shoulder before moving his kisses and attention to my neck. Everything he did to my body was done with precision and expertise. It made my desire drown under the fearful thought that this might not be real. This is what Decker did for a job, seducing, fucking. Was this nothing more than a performance for him? While I was investing my entire body, my emotions, and quite possibly a large slither of my heart, Decker was most likely moving on auto pilot.

“Country, I can tell when a woman isn’t enjoying the moment. To say it’s a little unsettling that you appear to have left the building is an understatement,” he whispered in my ear.

“Is this real?” I found myself asking.

Decker pulled away slightly, his body still pressed into mine but his face hovering just above mine. His eyes were questioning but reality quickly set in. His look softened as his finger ran over my bottom lip.

“This is real,” he said, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “What we’re feeling is real.” He pressed a kiss to the other corner. “It doesn’t get any more real than this.” He kissed me again, without desperation, without the ferocity he had moment ago, but with just as much intensity. It was as if he was trying to show me how real it was, and just like that, I was once again wrapped up in the moment. I felt Decker position himself at my entrance, and with a few gentle thrusts, he was inside me. Decker Steele was inside me. I was having sex with Decker Steele. I kinda wanted to giggle, instead I hid a smile into the crook of his neck.

His first withdrawal and return back into my body dragged a long, throaty moan from me. My body was tingling with awareness, my head swimming with the vast and explosive emotions that accompanied the intimate moment. After a few more gentle thrusts, he withdrew completely.

“Oh good lord, that is getting old real fast,” I practically snarled.

Decker laughed and encouraged me to roll over. Then my hips were drawn back towards him, and he was inside me again.

“Just needed to see you from this view,” he murmured. “Lean forward.” His hand gently pushed at the middle of my back until I was resting forward on my elbows, my butt high in the air as Decker ever so slowly tortured my body into a whimpering mess. Pulling a pillow under my hips, Decker pushed my body down into the bed so only my hips were raised. This seemed to restrict how deep he could thrust into me, but when he moved his thighs to the outside of mine, it created a friction that had me panting like an out-of-its-mind dog. That heavy breathing grew to whispers which quickly became loud moans. Decker blanketed my body, the slick skin from his sweaty chest pressed to my back as I began to scream his name and the occasional intermittent praise to the Lord Almighty. My orgasm hit me harder than the first, plummeting through my body, striking every nerve it passed until my mind shuttered to a halt, no longer caring who heard my screams. It was in that moment that I felt like shouting an earth shattering, soul stripping love for Decker. I could have easily let those three little words slip from my lips, all over one, okay, two, wonderful orgasms. I somehow managed to retain enough sense to hold the words in. When my body returned from the heights of ecstasy and my mind began to function again, I realized Decker had also reached his own climax. Panting hard he withdrew from my body and collapsed beside me.

“Damn,” he whispered breathlessly. “That was a first.”

I turned my head to look at him, and he pulled the pillow out from under my hips and threw it carelessly over his shoulder.

“As I am more than aware you are not a virgin, what do you mean?” I wondered nervously. Did he mean it was bad? Was I bad? God, he had had sex with so many women, how the hell could I possibly compare?

“I couldn’t have lasted longer than twenty minutes. You felt too damn good.”

My mouth tweaked with the need to smile. “Really, like, how
good?” I pressed.

He arched an amused brow. “Like, I’m renowned for lasting hours. You pulled that damn orgasm from my body like you owned it. I think you have a magic vagina.”

On one hand, I wanted to punch him for reminding me, yet again, of his vast experience in bed. On the other hand, I wanted to high five myself for bringing Decker down to the sexual status of us mere mortals. I drew in a deep breath, and when I released it, the massive realization of what had just happened hit me. I just had sex with Decker Steele, a porn star. Ex-porn star, I once again reminded myself. It was good. Shit, it was better than good; it was mind blowing and intense, and it had turned my brain and body to butter. My eyes began to flutter shut as Decker leaned over and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“You get two hours to rest and then I’m waking you up for round two.”

I chuckled a little at his solemn vow and allowed myself to float into the abyss of one sexually satisfied female.

DECKER

I awoke to the aroma of coffee. I lifted my head from the pillow and took in Andi’s apartment, albeit missing Andi. Casey’s unmistakable booming laughter from downstairs confirmed where she was though. My dick had obviously woken well before me, tenting the sheets like a flagpole. I smiled, the leaning tower of pee had been painfully absent for some time. I used to curse its existence, after all, taking a leak with a raging hard-on was no small feat. This morning though, after four mind blowing sexual encounters with Andi during the night, each one completed without medical interference, I was more than happy to find my dick still raging hard. With a satisfied grin firmly in place, probably as firmly as my insistent hard-on, I found my wet clothes from the day before in a neat dry pile on the back of the couch. With some gentle persuasion, I managed to pee in Andi’s toilet without
so much as an errant missed drip. Then, with my morning wood mostly subsided, I dressed and made my way to the book store downstairs. Andi was making coffee behind the counter, wearing a cute pink dress that hit just below that delicious ass that had been in my hands only an hour or two earlier. Her customary cowboy boots were in place, her hair tossed into a haphazard bun on her head. Her face was free of makeup, she looked sleepy, but glowing. Just the sight of her was making me hard all over again. Casey gasped as I stepped off the bottom stair, holding a hand to his chest.

“Well if my eyes don’t deceive me, it’s the reverent lord himself,” he exclaimed with a thick Mississippi accent. Andi’s eyes grew as wide as saucers as she looked from me to Casey.

I winked at her. “Mission complete, Country.”

Andi glared at Casey. “You so did not hear me!”

“If we didn’t know Decker was over, we would have called 911,” said Lionel from the couch in front of the window, a newspaper open on his lap.

“Oh my god,” groaned Andi.

“Yeah, I think we got that,” murmured Lionel, not looking up from his paper.

Andi’s head fell into her hands with embarrassment.

“How about next time, I do the screaming. Will that help?” I gave Andi a wink, and she simply glared back.

“I tell my girl to go mark her man and she nails him,” laughed Casey.

Andi picked up the towel and threw it at him with perfect aim, hitting him right in the face.

“Haven’t you guys got poodles to manicure or something?” Andi grumbled.

“Yes. Marie will be bringing Chester by any minute. Go open up,” Lionel ordered Casey, his attention still set on the paper in front of him. Now that I was paying him a little more attention, I realized Lionel wasn’t in a great mood this morning. I gave Casey a questioning look, and he rolled his eyes in return.

“He’s still sulking over Scattergories last night,” he whispered as he past me by. “We still on for Friday, sweet pea?”

“We are, on one condition.” Casey paused at the front door. “You don’t bring up a word of what you heard last night.”

“I didn’t hear a thing,” he said with a mischievous grin. “See you around, oh holy one.” He waved my way before disappearing out the door.

Andi mumbled something before giving me a shy glance. I think she had been avoiding my gaze.

“I have some errands to run today, and I’ve got a meeting with my dad tonight, but I’ll call you when I get home, okay?”

Andi shrugged. “Um...okay, I guess. You don’t have to call me though. I mean, you’ll be here tomorrow to watch the store for me, right?”

I grabbed a cookie from the jar behind the counter. “Course I will, but I’ll still call you tonight.” She shifted nervously as I leaned against the counter. I was crowding her and for some morbid reason I was enjoying her awkwardness.

“Okay, but I won’t freak out if you don’t call. I mean, it would be cool if you did call but I’m not going to go all girl cray if you don’t call. I’m not the clingy, needy type. Not that I have a reason to be clingy or needy over you. I mean—”

I stepped forward and kissed her, hard and passionate, loving the taste of coffee on her tongue. When I pulled away, I was ridiculously proud of the red flush in her cheeks.

“Andi, stop rambling or I will take you back upstairs and fuck you until you start making sense again.” Lionel muffled a laugh with a cough, while Andi’s blush deepened. “I’ll call you tonight.” I left. If I didn’t get out of there, I would end up dragging her back upstairs and burying myself in her glorious body again. As appealing as that was, I really did have things to do today.

*

“So, Fabian says you’ve been hiding a pretty little red head from us.” I knew Ryder was just jerking my chain, but the fact Fabian had been talking about Andi instantly pissed me off. Ryder’s smile faltered when he looked over at me. “Okay, the scowl is nothing new, but over a girl? That is pretty fucking new!” Ryder was grinning again. He was a good guy, one of the best, and probably the only one other than Bradley whose taunting I would put up with. Scratch that, I could put up with Andi’s teasing too. As long as she let me do what I did last night again, she could tease me ‘til the cows came home. Thoughts of Andi and our night together flittered through my brain and my hardening cock reminded me I was back in action. Yep, I had found my own natural form of Viagra—a stunning little firecracker from Texas. Ryder leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the desk in front of us which mildly bothered me. My night with Andi had me in a damn good mood though, so I ignored it. We were viewing the final edit from my last directorial job,
Fuck Club
, six scenes all depicted around the theme of fighting and boxing. My favorite scene was the final one that we were viewing now. Leah’s wrists had been bound to the side of a fighting cage and three fighters were taking turns at fucking her. Leah had been in her element for this scene. She loves light domination and restraints, and I knew she was crushing hard on Donovan Scott who was currently on his knees between her thighs, eating her pussy while Sean and Alex sucked on her tits. It was hot and all the actors really looked like they were enjoying themselves. Hell, they actually were which was rare in porn. Filming scenes was hard work and it took a healthy dose of fine acting, because as those in the industry put it, pornography was much like pro-wrestling, the shit ain’t real. Luckily for me, I had enjoyed most of the scenes I had starred in. There had been a few that had been a little harder to get into, but I had managed to at least feign enough enthusiasm for the scene to look hot and useable.

“You’re not going to tell me who she is?” Ryder asked, sounding offended.

“Andi Jennings, Bradley’s cousin.”

Ryder started laughing. “Oh shit, Decker, Bradley is going to kick your ass when he finds out you’re fucking his cousin. Isn’t she practically family?” Since Ryder
has been around for such a long time, he was one of the few who knew Bradley and me well enough to have some idea how Andi fit into the equation.

“What makes you think I’m fucking her?” I was trying hard to concentrate on the screen before me, but my thoughts kept swaying back to Andi, and Ryder talking about her wasn’t helping at all.

“Because up until two minutes ago, you’ve been smiling like a man who just had his cock immortalized in the AVN Hall of Fame.” The AVN Awards were the porn industries version of the Oscars, and to be immortalized in their hall of fame was a big fucking deal, except I didn’t seem to care about it so much anymore. In fact, I could care less if I never set my eyes on another adult film ever. Huh, go figure. Andi had fucked the porn right out of my veins. “Damn, Decker, she got to you didn’t she?” I didn’t answer him. I wasn’t big on having heart to hearts with guys. I wasn’t big on discussing my feelings period. “So, there’s a spot open on The Bishop’s film.” It wasn’t a question, Ryder simply assumed I was off the film. I cast him a quick sideways glance before returning my attention to Leah’s glorious moans. Ryder was quiet, but unfortunately not for long. “What the fuck are you doing, Decker? This is your number one rule, right? You don’t do relationships because of the job. Now you’re dating, that means you are no longer doing the job, right? Or is she cool with this?” Ryder waved his hand toward the film in front of us. I reached forward and grabbed the remote, pausing the film, giving him my undivided attention.

“It was just one night; we aren’t in what one may call a relationship.”

Ryder snorted, his good humor suddenly gone. “This is not some two-bit hooker you picked up at Starlight Express.” Starlight Express was a bar renowned for having an anonymous and vast array of pussy for hire. “This is a friend, your best friend’s family, Decker, don’t you dare fuck her around. Bradley will beat the ever loving shit out of you, and I’ll stand right by his side and watch.”

I was slightly surprised by the venom in Ryder’s voice. He didn’t even know Andi, yet he was prepared to stand up for her. I was impressed at his loyalty; it’s why we got along so well.

“I’m not fucking her around. I don’t know what this is. I like her, my dick fucking loves her, but we haven’t exactly put a label on it. It’s too new to know where it will go.”

Ryder still looked pissed. “So what? You’re going to play this thing out and leave The Bishop on the sidelines just in case it isn’t what you hoped? That’s not cool, Decker.”

“I’m not playing with her!” I said, my temper finally snapping.

“Sure as hell seems that way to me. If you really wanted to give Andi a chance, you’d be on the phone to The Bishop right now, telling him you’re no longer available. There will always be porn, Decker.”

“This is The Bishop! I’ve been waiting to work with him for fucking years! I’m not going to toss that blindly aside over something that might not even start!”

Ryder sat back in his chair, his angry brown eyes glaring at me. I didn’t back down though. Theoretically, I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I wasn’t working right now, and I wasn’t exactly dating Andi.

“Seems to me like you’ve already started something. Don’t be a dick, Decker. You made those rules of yours up for a reason. Either stick with them or call The Bishop.” He got up and left, bastard just fucking walked away from me, in the middle of work.

I wanted to punch something. I was frustrated and more so by the thought that maybe what Ryder was saying was right. Bullshit, I closed down that line of thought immediately. Andi had only been in my life for a little less than a month, and I wasn’t fucking anyone else at the moment, only her. But in another two weeks’ time, I was supposed to start filming on The Bishop’s set. Was two weeks enough time to know what I truly wanted? I wasn’t doing anything wrong though. I was just giving us time to explore this, see where it went. In two weeks, if I still felt the way I did today, I’d call The Bishop and quit. If I couldn’t see a future with Andi though, if she couldn’t see a future for us, I’d let her go. No harm no foul. Then why the hell did I feel like the world’s biggest asshole?

My cell phone rang, and without looking at the screen, I answered the call.

“Decker! Why am I only just now finding out that Bradley’s little cousin has moved to New York?”

“Hello to you too, Mom.” She sounded pissed. Was it pick on fucking Decker day?

“You know how I found out?”
She ignored my hello. “Joyce McNally, that old gossip knows everything. Did you know Andrea’s father passed away?”

“Andi.” I collapsed back in the chair, flicked the pause button off, and the slapping sound of flesh filled the air.

“Andi who? And turn that filth off while you’re talking to me!”

I shook my head and hit the mute button. I, unfortunately, knew my mom and dad weren’t as opposed to porn as they make it seem. I wish I could erase that nugget of information from my brain.

“Andi, she prefers to be called Andi now. And yes, she told me that her father passed away from pancreatic cancer almost a year ago.”

Mom took a long calming breath. “Why didn’t Bradley tell you about her father?”

“I don’t know, Mom, perhaps because Andi’s life had nothing to do with me. It’s not like we were friends. I haven’t seen her since she was a teenager. It wasn’t my business?”

“Poor thing. She must be so lonely, no family or friends here. Have you seen her?”

I almost snorted out laughter. Ah, yeah, I’ve seen her alright. Right down to her sassy Tink tattoo, rosebud nipples, and sweet wet pussy. “Yeah, Mom, I’ve seen her a few times. I’m surprised Dad didn’t mention it; he knew she was here.” I could hear a faint growl start low in my mom’s chest.

“Good question, which your father will be answering tonight while I make up the spare bed for him.”

I chuckled at my mom’s harmless threat. No way would she toss Dad from the bed. She would be over her temper tantrum in the next five minutes.

“Bring her around for dinner this Saturday.”

I rubbed my chest. Taking Andi to meet the parents seemed a little premature, but I also liked the idea. I didn’t have to tell them anything was going on between us though; I would just be taking a friend to dinner. My friend with benefits, I thought with a smile. The smile quickly disappeared when I realized I might actually want more than friendly sex with Andi.

“And, Decker, you are going to see your father tonight, aren’t you?” Tonight was a meeting that I had been putting off for a long time. Dad wanted to bring me on board at Steele Structures in more than a silent partner capacity. He had been trying to draw me away from my bachelor lifestyle as an adult film star since the day he discovered I did it. Knowing my mom and dad had ‘accidentally’ picked up one of my earlier
films from a downtown sex shop made me nauseated.