Chapter 17 #6
We end up at a cemetery surrounded by a stone wall that looks like it’s been here for a century. Dean pushes open the old iron gates, and we step inside.
“This is romantic,” I joke.
“I was thinking of burying Legion in here, where I can visit at these events. A place I could come take a leak when the bathrooms are overcrowded… But the fantasy will have to suffice.”
“I’m sure the nuns wouldn’t want to spend eternity with him anyway. And we need to work on your fantasies. There isn’t anything hot about digging up old graves or those other plans.”
A dark, crooked grin stretches Dean’s mouth as he maneuvers me against the stone wall. His hips press forward, pinning me between him and the stones.
“Fucking you on his grave would be pretty hot.”
“That’s dark.”
“Well, he pushes my thoughts into jet-black territory,” Dean growls, lowering his mouth to kiss my neck.
“Speaking of…do you know a biker called Jett?”
“No, did he hit on you?”
“ She .”
“ A chick hit on you?”
“Don’t get any ideas! And no, she didn’t…
It was a strange, brief encounter. I couldn’t really make any sense of what she was talking about.
” Especially not now, unable to think straight with the way he’s sucking on my neck and grinding against me.
While trailing rough kisses down my throat and across the swell of my breasts, Dean undoes my pants and pulls them open, then shoves his hand down the front of my panties.
Though for some reason, he keeps going, slipping his fingers out the side to touch my inner thigh, seemingly hesitant to touch me where I crave him most right now.
“What is it?” I ask, attempting to slow my erratic breathing in eager anticipation of his skillful touch. He doesn’t answer.
Does he hear someone?
I close my eyes and listen. “There’s no one out here. It’s just us.”
“ I hope that’s true.”
“ I thought of you , Dean. I only ever think of you. My heart, my body, my soul… I belong to you, sweetheart.”
He tilts his head, pressing his forehead to mine. I reach down to trail my fingers along his forearm.
“ Touch me ,” I whisper, just about willing to force his hand back to the apex of my thighs. “Touch me the way only you know how.”
His hand slides up my thigh, and my breath hitches when his thumb slips back inside my underwear and gently strokes along the slit of my pussy.
“Fuck… You’re already ready ,” he groans, though there’s something other than desire in his tone.
“I want you . I’ll always want you . Touch me, Dean. Touch me like you want me.”
He repositions to roughly cup me in his hot hand, pressing the heel of his palm against my increasingly throbbing clit.
“ Mmmm…yesss .” I can’t help rolling my hips in an attempt to grind myself harder against his touch.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” Dean groans, curling his fingers to sink two of them inside of me. I rock my hips more fervently now, and my clit throbs harder beneath the pressure of his palm.
“Oh, God… Dean…” I pant, gripping his arms as my head lolls back against the stone wall.
“Yeah?” I finally hear the smirk in his tone. “ Tell me .”
I almost whimper at the sensation of his lips against my throat, kissing and sucking my skin a bit more ardently.
The sandpapery scratch of his stubbled jaw drags across the base of my neck as he continues, slowly making his way to the other side.
His warm tongue leaves a moist trail up my neck to my ear, quickly cooling in the night air, before his teeth nip at my lobe.
“What do you want, doll?” he whispers.
“ Everything .”
“You’re gonna come in my mouth…then on my cock,” he growls the words against the quickening pulse in my neck, before suddenly removing his hand from my panties.
He drops to kneel before me, roughly pulling down my pants and underwear with him.
“I want these legs spread wide for me, kitten.” He gently slaps the back of my leg.
“Let me get these boots off, so the rest can come off with them.”
I balance myself against the wall while he impatiently strips me from the waist down.
Dean surges forward, plunging his tongue inside of me.
I moan while he swirls it like a cyclone, digging my nails into the shoulders of his leather cut.
He drags his tongue up between my lips until the probing tip flicks my clit, then he latches onto me, continuing his glorious assault.
The suction, the rapid flicking of his tongue, makes me cry out into the night.
Dean grabs my waist and spins me around, then jerks my hips back before I feel his hot mouth fully on me again. His strong arms circle my thighs, holding me so tightly it’s as if he’s crazy enough to think I’d want to escape this delicious onslaught.
He devours me from behind, pulling more groans and whimpers from us both.
A sudden, sharp spank on my ass cheek startles me, and the clipped little yip I let out stirs a deep, primal growl from him.
“ Come for me ,” he demands, then laps at my pussy before shoving his tongue back inside. Another sharp spank, then his hand runs up my inner thigh. I gasp when his fingers press against my clit, rubbing in a firm, circular motion in time with his deep, swirling tongue.
“Oh, God… Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I cry out as my body begins to tingle all over and my muscles spasm beyond control.
I try not to shriek through the duration of my climax, but he doesn’t stop.
I’m trembling and can barely stand. Before I can register what is happening, Dean is on his feet, spinning me back around to face him.
His eyes are even darker with an impassioned lust I haven’t seen quite like this in some time.
“ My turn ,” he growls, then wipes his glistening smirk with the back of his hand. I watch it drop to join the other, unbuckling his belt, then moving on to undo his fly.
I take an eager step toward him, but he backs up, slowly shaking his head. He shoves the front of his pants and boxers down, just low enough to pull his rigid cock free.
Stroking it slowly, he moves toward the stone bench and takes a seat. Motioning with his other finger for me to come to him, he growls, “I want you to ride me.”
Once I’m within reach, he grabs me and pulls me onto him, forcing me to straddle his lap. As I hover for a moment above him, just low enough for the velvety, swollen head of his cock to slip between my lips, he rubs it back and forth, slicking himself with my orgasm.
“ Fuuuuck , baby,” he breathes through the sensation of my body sinking down on him, taking his hard length to the hilt in one deliberate and determined motion despite the burning stretch.
I rock my hips slowly at first, waiting for my body to adjust around his girth.
It doesn’t take long before the ache turns to pleasure.
Just the thought of Dean inside of me is enough to drive me on.
His hands slide up my thighs and over my hips, reaching behind to grip my ass while I fuck him. I hold onto his shoulders just as tightly to keep myself centered and steady.
“Go fucking wild on me, doll,” he pants.
In a mad rush, I shove his cut off his shoulders and down his arms. He shrugs out of it and then discards it on the bench behind him.
It’s barely out of his hands before mine are yanking up the hem of his shirt to expose his gorgeous, chiseled torso and sexy, vascular arms. Dean tosses the shirt with his cut, and I can’t help but stare at him. He’s so beautiful.
“How did I get so lucky?”
“I’m the lucky one,” he insists, grabbing my top before yanking it over my head.
It joins the pile behind him as well, then his hands are on my breasts, cupping and kneading them over my bra before he pulls the cups down roughly, and my breasts spill forth into his face.
He grabs them again, lifting and pressing them together, then thumbs my pebbled nipples.
His hot mouth sucks my soft flesh inside, and his tongue presses the hardened bud against the roof of his mouth, increasing the rhythmic suction.
I arch my back, shoving my breasts fully into his face. Taking him as deeply as I can, I grind my clit against his pubic bone, becoming more and more desperate for the next climax.
He releases my nipple, only to attack the other, pinching it between his teeth. He swirls his tongue around my pebbled peek and sucks in a hissing breath. The cold air rushing over the hard, wet bud makes my entire body quiver.
I run my hand up his neck to the back of his skull, sliding my fingers up to grip his hair and pull his head back.
“ Do it,” he nearly snarls as if it’s a dare, “Work that soul snatching witchcraft.” He flicks the tip of his tongue at me tauntingly.
I grip his jaw and take him into my mouth. Curling my lips around his tongue, I suck him on a slow upstroke. His cock jerks inside me, and his entire body tenses. The kiss that he calls wicked and demonic never fails to be his undoing.
Dean groans, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist. I continue to ride him, rocking and swiveling my hips while working his tongue. He thrusts faster, on the verge of losing control.
His desperation pushes me closer to the edge right along with him. I moan, wanting to tell him to come with me, but unwilling to pull back from this kiss that drives him so wild.
Another orgasm wracks my body, and I lose my fast but rhythmic pace.
His strong hands dig into my body, almost bruisingly, gripping the back of my shoulders to anchor me on his cock.
My nails dig into his muscular shoulders, raking across his heated skin, and I throw my head back, gasping for breath through the exquisite sensory explosion.
His cock twitches, spurting inside of me as he groans through his release.
We don’t part in the aftermath of our coital bliss while we catch our breath together. Dean leans forward, pressing his forehead to mine again, and I can feel the warmth of his steady breath fanning against my lips.