Chapter 39 #2
With a sigh, I drop my arms and tangle my fingers together, a habit I can’t seem to drop.
“I.. maybe that isn’t a good idea, Dean.
” I murmur and drop my eyes to my hands.
Dean lifts my chin again. “You’re safe with me.
You know that right. I’d never let anything happen to you.
” His voice is sincere and it makes me want to cry.
“I know that. It’s just. God, I don’t want to put anyone else in danger by being around me.
Eli has a family and I would never forgive myself if anything happened to them because of me.
” Tears well in my eyes and Dean pulls me into his arms. “Hey, stop.” He coos.
“Nothing is going to happen baby. I’ve already asked Eli to keep an eye out and if he thinks it’s safe then it’s safe and I trust him completely.
You deserve to live your life, pretty girl and I’m gonna’ give that to you.
” He squeezes me into his chest before releasing me and wiping the tears away from under my eyes.
“No more tears alright. Let me clear up out here and I’ll meet your pretty ass in the shower.
” He winks and sends me on my way by swatting my ass cheek.
I jump at the stinging sensation but I’m already wanting more of it.
***
“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” Dean moans into the crook of my neck as my back slides up and down the cold shower tiles. We were supposed to leave half an hour ago but the moment Dean stepped into the shower with me, it was over.
“Your pussy was fucking made for me baby. I want you to come all over my cock.” He groans and praises and my pussy clamps around his thick cock, the tip hitting my cervix with each rough blow. My thighs tense around his middle as his hands grip the globes of my ass.
“Oh. Ohhh. I’m gonna’ come.” I moan out as I tip my head, the spray of the shower falling over both of us.
Dean’s thrusts are relentless. The slapping of skin echoes around the shower.
“That’s it baby. Come for me. Be my good girl and come.
Now.” His words act like a switch inside of me, sending a euphoric wave of pleasure over my entire body as my second orgasm fires through my bloodstream.
I feel his cock empty inside of me, filling my walls with his hot cum as he continues to push it inside of me until he slows down to lazy strokes.
The slow sensation has me trembling in his arms and his mouth finds mine, our tongues and teeth clashing together in a heated kiss.
“Fuck.” His tongue slips in my mouth and out again.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He murmurs against my lips, the sound getting trapped in my mouth.
He groans as he slips himself out of me and places me on wobbly legs, then slides a hand underneath my thigh and lifts it to spread me open again, a low moan breaks free as he pushes two fingers inside of me.
“Ohh. God.” My eyes flutter closed as my head rolls from left to right against the wall.
“That’s right, pretty girl. I am your God and you will keep my cum stuffed inside this pussy for the rest of the day.
I wanna know that everytime I look at you, it’s sliding down your creamy thighs.
” His voice is deep and threatening. The thickness of his fingers causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head as he curls them inside of me once more before slipping them free and bringing them to his mouth and sucking my arousal off them.
We both finish washing and Dean steps out first to leave me to wash my hair.
Once I’m finished, I wrap myself up in one of the extra towels and give my hair a quick towel dry before making my way into the bedroom.
The sound of Dean shuffling around in the kitchen, a clattering of beer bottles rings through the hallway as he takes them from the fridge, as I enter the bedroom.
I find my boots, a pair of Dean’s black socks and my cut off jean shorts already laid out on the bed, and right next to them is a pair of scissors and a Halloween shirt.
Stepping closer, I lift the shirt from the bed.
I know I didn’t buy this or bring it with me so, who’s is it?
My train of thought de-rails as Dean steps into the bedroom.
“This isn’t mine.” I say to him, lifting the t-shirt in my hands.
“I know it’s not. It’s mine.” He simply says and shrugs his shoulders.
“It’s yours?” I question again. I’ve never seen Dean in any horror merch so you can see why I’m surprised.
But then again, ever since I’ve been here he’s been in work clothes, gym gear or well, naked.
He laughs whilst shaking his head and opens the double doors to his closet and pushes the raft of black t-shirts aside, the hangers screeching against the metal pole.
My mouth flops open again at what I see.
There’s a whole section of horror and band merch stashed into the far left of the closet.
The first one I see is a Friday 13th t-shirt with Jason Vorhees printed on the front. I can feel my eyes widening in shock.
“Have you been hiding all of these?” I say and lift my hand towards the collection.
He laughs again and slips his hand into his pocket.
“No. I’ve been a huge horror and rock music fan for most of my life but it’s very rare that I get to wear them, as most of the time I’m at work but I couldn’t help but notice the t-shirts that Eli brought from your apartment and I knew you would appreciate them that’s why I gave you the Halloween one to cut how you want to.
” A flush spreads over his cheeks, a shyness in his voice.
My heart explodes in my chest and I throw myself into his arms and he catches me immediately.
“Thank you. I love.” You, I think. “It.” He kisses my cheek, the beard on his jaw grazes against my skin.
Dean places me back on my feet and closes the closest. “You’re welcome baby.
If you ever want to wear the others, feel free.
” A wide smile spreads over my face and I can feel my cheeks beginning to ache from all the happiness that’s threatening to burst out of me.
Dean leaves the bedroom and I begin to chop away at the t-shirt, revealing a whole new item of clothing in front of me once I’m done.
I’ve taken off some of the length as it would have hidden my shorts and I chopped off the sleeves to turn it into cami top.
Michael Myers’ signature mask is front and centre, with Laurie’s house in the background.
I smile at my handiwork and begin to get dressed.
There isn’t a mirror in Dean’s bedroom so I’m just going to have to assume that I look okay.
Once I’m done, I leave the bedroom and walk down the short hallway and into the kitchen to find Dean packing beers into a red cool box.
He must sense me because his deep green eyes flick to mine the moment I step into the kitchen and I bite the inside of my mouth at his burning gaze.
He doesn’t even bother to hide that he’s checking me out as his eyes start at my boots, all the way up my legs, to my middle and then finally reaching my face.
The look of heated approval on his face has my skin flushing.
Dropping his hand to the countertop, slowly dragging his fingers across the cool stone, he rounds the kitchen unit and towers over me, his simple black t-shirt is moulded to his body like a second skin, the details of his tattoos peek out from the sleeves and neckline.
Dean tips his head to the side and runs the back of his fingers down my cheek, his skin barely touches mine but I feel the scorching path it leaves behind.
“I don’t think I should let you out like this.
” He murmurs, his voice is so deep and low that I feel it in my lower belly.
“I can put something else on?” I speak quietly, then turn to leave towards the bedroom but I’m swiftly pulled back into place by Dean’s fingers that’s wrapped around one of the belt loops on my shorts.
“Ah. Ah. Ah. Not so fast, baby.” He repeats my words back to me from the other night.
“I want people to see you like this. To know that you belong to me. That I’m the one to fuck you every single night and make you come all over my cock whilst you scream my name.
You’re my fucking woman.” If Dean wasn’t keeping me in place I can guarantee I’d be a blob of wet slime on the floor.
He grins at me and spanks my ass again and I yelp at the contact.
“Get your fine ass in that truck, pretty girl.”
The drive to Eli’s home takes about an hour. My nerves bounced all over the place during the drive. I was looking forward to seeing Eli again and meeting his family but I still couldn’t stop the dread that sat in the pit of my stomach, settling like sour milk.