Chapter 4 Dean #2
Grace let out a gasp as I angled my hips up to give her more friction. Her pants, as hot as they were, now were in the way.
“I need these off,” I said.
“God, yes.” She was off of me, and a moment later, I had the best view of my life. She was in a thong of all things, and it reflected three times in the mirror.
I whimpered as I bit my knuckles.
“What? Too much?”
“This is the greatest view I’ve ever had in my life.”
“Let’s make it better,” she said as she climbed on my lap and pressed her lips into mine. The sight alone of her ass in a thong had me on the edge like I was a fucking teenager, and then I felt how wet she was through the thin fabric and I thought I was going to lose it.
“The piercing makes it so good,” she said. “Even just like this.”
“We need to pause,” I said through gritted teeth.
She froze. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you’re too fucking good, Grace. I need a second before this is over way too soon.”
Her eyes went wide. “Oh.”
She had no clue what she did to me. And if I were being honest, I didn’t want to think too hard about it either.
“Get on the chair,” I said. “Let me eat you out while I wait.”
She let out a giggle. “Who am I to say no to that?”
We swapped positions and I moved the thong out of the way, licking her cunt like it was my last meal on Earth. I loved eating women out, but she was a whole other story. Usually it took me time to figure out what they liked, to get them to be loud and let me know where they were.
But with Grace, it clicked immediately.
It was like I knew her even though I didn’t. When I tried something, it pushed her closer to the edge. When she was getting tired, I knew.
Her thick thighs wrapped around my head as she ground against me. I matched her movements, ignoring the way she could easily pop me like a watermelon. If I went out, I went out in the best place on Earth.
“Fuck, Dean.” Her voice was so breathy I almost couldn’t understand her. “I’m about to come already.”
That was the best compliment I could ever receive, so I renewed my efforts.
I felt the rush of liquid that told me Grace had come, but I also heard it too. She let out a cry as she tumbled through her orgasm, her entire body arching.
My little break had done nothing to slow me down. Just her sounds were about to take me apart.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” I muttered.
“Are you saying that to me or my pussy?”
“Fucking both at this point.” I was about to go in for more and make her come again, but she pushed me away.
“I need you to fuck me,” she said.
“I need you to let me make you feel good. Many times.”
“Who says I won’t do that on your cock?”
Fuck. She would be the death of me. I knew it. I kissed my way up her, stopping to pull her nipple into my mouth just so I could hear her gasp, and then brought her mouth to mine. She got off the chair and flipped us so I was sitting and pressing just inside of her.
I was lost in it all, so that was the only explanation for what I did next.
I kept going.
Grace was as tight and hot as she had been the night before, but this was better. Probably because I knew this would be the last time.
“Yes,” she said, head tilted back. Her cheeks were red and she looked just as wrecked as I felt. This felt like reverence, like a version of heaven I didn’t think I would ever see. Then she tensed just as she had last night.
“Grace, what did I say about breathing?”
“I don’t care,” she said as she shook her head. “There’s no way I can.”
“Yes, you—”
She leveled her eyes with mine. “Make it hurt, Dean. I want it to.”
“You want it to, or you want it because you think I do?”
“That’s a very astute observation.” She tried to sink deeper. “Fuck. But this time I promise I want it.”
“Why?”
“I have a feeling that’ll be how this ends anyway.”
I paused. Was she sore last night? Or did she mean something else?
“Dean, please.” Her hands were tight on my shoulders, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Fuck me. I’m not above begging.”
“You’re not begging for anything with me. I’ll give you what you want.” My hands tightened on her hips as I prepared.
“Really? Because—ah!” I shoved inside of her. All the way to the hilt. “Ohmygod. Ohmygod.”
I worried for all of one second that I’d hurt her. “You okay?”
“So fucking good,” she said. “Keep moving.”
I bit my cheek as I fucked her. Behind us, I could see her ass jiggle in three torturous angles. I had to look away or I would be coming in seconds.
Grace bounced on me. Still lost in pleasure, I put one of my hands between us, hoping she would come one more time before I lost it.
“Dean!” she nearly yelled. “Yes. Yes, just like that!”
She was pulsing around my cock, and I could now hear her pussy along with her voice, and it propelled me over the edge.
I was gonna come. It was gonna be life-changing and—
Shit, I wasn’t wearing a condom.
Right before my balls made the biggest mistake of both of our lives, I pulled out, letting my come explode between us and not inside of her.
I had to catch my breath as logic returned.
Had I fucked her without a condom?
I looked up at Grace and her mouth was open in horror. She was realizing the same thing.
“D-did we—” Her voice was quiet. “Tell me we didn’t just do that.”
“I pulled out,” I said immediately. “It was definitely in time.”
“I know that, but there’re other risks and . . .” She trailed off, shaking her head. “I can’t believe . . .”
“Me either,” I said, but then I took her words in. “I get tested, though. The last one was a week ago, actually. And I have nothing. And I use a condom, always.”
“Always?” she said slowly.
“Yes,” I said firmly. “This was . . . a blip.”
She gulped in a deep breath. “Okay, all right. Well, that’s good. I got tested after the last time I did anything, and there wasn’t anything for me either. So we’re good there.” Grace looked down at the mess between us. “Are you sure you did it at the right time?”
“Y-yeah. Mostly.”
“Mostly. Awesome.” Grace screwed her eyes shut. “It’s fine.”
“It is?”
“Yeah, it really is. I have a thing . . . I don’t ovulate regularly anyway. My last period was ages ago, and I doubt I ovulated this late.”
“That’s called PCOS, isn’t it?”
She blinked. “You know the term?”
“Yeah, my mom has it. It’s why she only had me, actually. It was hard enough doing that.”
“Then we’re lucky, I guess. This might be the first time I’m saying this, but thank God I have PCOS.”
“Yeah, and that I pulled out.”
“It’ll be fine.” She waved it off. “Or it will be after I clean up.”
She was gone in an instant, and I immediately missed her warmth.
I didn’t need to. What was I going to do, ask her out? After I’d acted like an idiot and didn’t use a condom?
“I should go,” I said.
She eyed my stomach, which still had come on it. “You can stay for—”
“No, I should really go.” I threw my shirt on. I was too numb to feel anything else. “This was . . . yeah. Goodbye.”
“Bye,” she said quietly as I threw my pants on and ran for the door.
But this was for the best. I would never see her again and life would go on. I would find someone else and resume being the fun guy. That’s what I was supposed to do, after all.
This was the first time I ever wished things were different.