Chapter 17 Willa #2
“You don’t want me sweet, do you, Willa?” He peels my mouth open, shoving two fingers over my tongue until I close my lips around them. “I’m going to fuck you until you learn which brother you belong to. And then I’m going to paint this face in my cum.”
He pulls his fingers out, and I’m breathing so hard I’m panting. “Please.”
Dean grins. Wild excitement burning in his eyes.
“Good little slut.” He pulls his belt from the loops and wraps it around my throat, latching it like a leash. “Beg for my cock.”
I’ve always known Dean has a dark side. Shadows cast in his gaze. Wickedness brimming to get out. But to be at his mercy at his feet is unlike any rush before now.
“Please let me suck your cock, Chaos.” I wet my lips, and his grip on the belt tightens.
“You want it? Then you take it out. But first, let me see your pretty tits.”
I reach up and pull the straps of my tank top down. I’m no longer in a bra since I changed into a tank top and sleep shorts when I stopped by Reagan’s house, and my nipples peak as I pull my top down, exposing myself to him.
“So fucking pretty.” He reaches down, pinching one nipple and then the other. Hard enough to make me whimper. “Now kiss my cock. Let me see who you worship from your knees.”
He stands up tall, still holding the belt like a leash around my neck as I reach for his pants and undo them. When I tug them down, my breath catches. His hard cock juts out toward me. Smooth, thick, and impossibly large.
“Don’t get scared now. Be a good slut and take me down your throat. Apologize for what you’ve done to us, princess.”
I grab the base of his cock, slowly stroking up. He doesn’t move or force me to take him. He waits for me to be the one to do it. For me to make this decision. And the moment I lift on my knees and circle my tongue on the head of his cock, my head goes light from tasting him.
My lashes flutter, breaking his gaze.
“You look at me while I fuck your throat.” He releases the belt to grab the back of my hair, angling my head back as he taps his cock on my mouth. “Open.”
The moment I do, he drives his hips forward, not easing when he hits the back of my throat. I don’t break eye contact, and he stays seated deep while I gag around him.
“Be my good little slut and swallow.”
Tears stream down my cheeks as I swallow, taking him farther than I thought possible. I choke as he pulls out. But then he does it again, and he doesn’t have to tell me this time before I do it.
“Fuck, Willa.” His fingers dig into my hair as I take him deeper, and pride swells in my chest.
To make a man who has probably done it all pause—to make his knees buckle—is the biggest turn-on.
I suction my mouth and wrap my lips tight as I take him again. His cock slides in and out of my mouth, and I work for the haze in his eyes. For his attention.
Dean doesn’t take his eyes off me. He cups my cheeks and fucks my face like I’m the center of his world. Strong, steady strokes that send my mind floating.
I’m no longer gagging as I take him deep. My throat relaxes, accepting him.
Accepting us.
His fingers dig into my hair as he pulls me off him. Spit drips from his cock as he fists it in his free hand. His forearms flex.
“You’re so good for me, doing exactly what I want.” He removes the belt from my neck. “Stand up and take your clothes off.”
I climb to my feet, undressing. There’s no pole, and this is no dance. I don’t try to be sexy. I simply strip, following the order like he wants me to.
Dean strokes his cock, watching me shed every layer. Until I’m standing naked in front of him, pressing my thighs together to try and ease the excitement building when he’s yet to touch me.
Dean’s gaze roves over me, taking me all in.
“Let me taste you.” He focuses between my thighs as I reach my hand between them, sliding a finger through my pussy.
When I lift my hand, he wraps his lips around my fingers and sucks me off.
“So good,” he mumbles around me, and I’m pressing my thighs tighter as I drop my hand again.
He’s so close. A breath away from leaning down and kissing me. Every part of me wants him to do it. But there’s this line he’s drawn without saying it. One that is somehow more palpable than the others. A boundary beyond sex that I don’t think he’s ready to cross.
“What are you going to let me do to you, Willa?” he asks, stroking his cock.
“Anything you want.”
“Mm-hmm. Remember that.” He smirks, tipping his chin to the bed. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I turn around, climbing onto the bed on my hands and knees. On display in every way as Dean stands behind me. He can do anything he wants, and he knows it. But that’s only because I want this myself. I want him to take me. To claim me.
I want him to enjoy me.
Still, nerves skitter when he steps close and rubs his bare cock through my pussy.
My fingers clench on the blanket as I look over my shoulder at him. “Are you going to put a condom on?”
I’ve never been with anyone without a condom, and even though I’m on the pill, he hasn’t asked, so he doesn’t know that.
“I don’t fuck without protection.” Dean pushes in an inch, and my vision darkens. “But then again, I’m not usually fucking what’s mine. And like you said, I can have you however I want. Can’t I?”
“Yes.” The word barely makes it out before he thrusts into me. Until there is nothing between us.
No distance.
No barrier.
It’s me and Dean, like we were always meant to be.
He leans over me, wrapping my hair around his fist and pressing his lips near my ear. “Don’t worry. I’m in the clear. I got checked the moment you got to town.”
He didn’t need to say that. He didn’t even need to go get checked. I didn’t come here thinking this is where we’d end up. But clearly, he did. He knew, and he cared just like he always has.
Dean is still protecting me like always.
“I’m good too,” I tell him, even though he didn’t ask.
It’s been over a year since I’ve been with anyone, and once Kincaid started screwing around, I made sure to get checked.
I turn my head to meet his gaze. “So fuck me…” I bite my lower lip. “Please.”
His smirk turns absolutely feral. And when he thrusts in again, there is nothing gentle. He fucks me like he’s erasing the past. Like he’s showing me where he’s always belonged. Like he’s making it impossible for me to ever consider anyone else again.
My scalp burns with how hard he holds my hair, pulling me to him with every thrust. I ride that edge between pleasure and pain. It’s undeniable. It cuts through this haze I’ve been living in. Breathing life back into my veins.
Dean pulls out, flipping me around and kneeling on the bed between my legs. Then he drives back in, wrapping my legs around his waist and hooking my feet behind his back. He fucks me deep and slow, rolling circles over my clit.
“You take me so well.” He flattens his hand on my lower abdomen and thrusts deep. “I can fucking feel myself moving inside you.”
I don’t doubt it. He’s so large I can barely breathe. It’s taking everything to hold myself together as he presses his palm harder. The pressure tightens with each thrust.
I dig my nails into his wrists, nearly drawing blood. But I can’t breathe or think or hold on. I’m shaking. And he’s relentless, fucking me like he can’t get enough. Like he’ll make us one.
“Dean.” I choke out a breath. “Oh, god. Dean. I’m so close.”
“Come on my cock. Let me feel how much you like me filling you up.”
Those words set me off. I’m a shaking mess, soaking his cock as he continues to slide in and out, not letting up. He thrusts through my climax, merciless as I shudder through the waves. His fingers dig into my hips as he pulls me to him, fucking me so rough it feels as good as it hurts.
And when his thrusts turn uneven, he pulls out and climbs over me so his knees are at either side of my chest. He strokes his cock above my face as the first warm rope of cum streams over me. He paints my face like he promised. Shooting himself on my lips and chest. Making an absolute mess.
He strokes until there’s nothing left but our heavy breaths filling the room.
Dean drags his fingers through the cum on my lips, forcing it into my mouth, and I suck like I know he wants me to. I still haven’t kissed him, but at least we have this.
“This is how you were always supposed to look, princess.” He drags his fingers over my tongue. “Like mine.”