Chapter 29 #2
Reaching down, I stroke his cock, watching his mouth go slack as I bring him pleasure. I’ve already had Dean in my mouth. It feels like he and I have already done so much together, but sex feels monumental. Touching him like this while we’re alone might as well be the craziest thing I’ve ever done.
He runs his fingers through my folds, and I moan with pleasure at the sensation. Those are not Caleb’s fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he mutters, leaning down to press his lips to mine. “You’re ready for me.”
“I’m ready,” I cry, wrapping my legs around his hips to pull him into me.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he stutters, pulling away. “I need a condom.”
And as much as I hate to wait another moment for this, he’s right. I can’t let another man come inside me when we’re trying so hard to conceive. This situation doesn’t need to be messier than it already is.
He dives for the nightstand, and I watch with impatience as he slides a condom over his fat cock. In the space of a few moments, as he gets himself ready, I feel the passion dissipate, and the anxiety creeps in.
Is this wrong of me? Even if I know I’m not doing this as revenge against Caleb, it feels that way at the moment. Is that how I want my first time with Dean to be? Nothing more than a revenge fuck. It’s so much more than that.
Once he has the condom secure, I feel the warm, thick tip of his cock at my entrance. The tip slides in, and I panic.
“Wait!” I shout, grabbing his hips and holding him there.
His eyes widen as he stares down at me with concern. When he tries to pull away, I stop him. With just the tip of his cock inside me, I freeze so neither of us can move.
“This isn’t revenge, you know?” I say, staring into his eyes. “I want you to know that.”
His brows furrow as he gazes down at me. “Then what is it?”
Tears spring to my eyes as I reach for him, interlocking our fingers as I bite my bottom lip. “Dean, I care about you. I want this with you, and it has nothing to do with what happened last night.”
Slowly, a smile stretches across his face.
“I’m…falling for you,” I add.
“I’ve already fallen for you, Briar. From that first night you came into my apartment, I’ve been crazy about you.”
Without pressing his cock farther into me, he leans over and kisses me. I want to hold his face here and live in this moment forever.
“Record it,” I say. “I want to see it.”
He smiles wickedly against my lips. “You want to send this dirty video to your husband and show him what a bad wife you’ve been?”
The idea sends a thrill through me, and he’s right. I do. I want Caleb to see this side of me.
“Yes,” I whisper against Dean’s lips.
After pulling away from our kiss, he reaches for his phone on the bed from where it fell out of his pocket. Still pressing just the tip of his cock inside me, he aims the phone down at the spot and hits record.
I love the look on his face as he stares at the screen. “You ready?” he mumbles sexily.
“Yes, please,” I reply with a rasp in my voice. “Fuck me.”
Grabbing my thigh with his free hand, he stares down at his cock as he yanks me toward him, impaling me on his length. I let out a cry as he fills me.
Canting his hips back and forth slowly, he moves in and out, and I can’t take my eyes off his face. His expression is tight with ecstasy.
“Fuck. You’re tight.” He groans as he leans over and presses his lips to my mouth. The phone is still aimed at us, but he quickly props it against the nightstand as he gives me his attention.
He thrusts in deeper, and I love how he feels so different from Caleb. His body is different. Even his dick is different. The way he moves, the way he kisses, and the sounds he makes. It’s all so unique to him, and I soak up every single bit of it.
Pressing my thigh up, he looks down as he fucks me, reaching a spot inside me that has my toes curling. He pounds harder, and I lose the ability to breathe.
“God, I don’t want to ever stop fucking you.”
“Then don’t,” I reply breathlessly.
His mouth latches on to my neck again, sucking hard. I know he’s doing it to leave a mark, and I don’t stop him. I want him to mark me, make me his, make this moment last forever.
“Harder,” I groan, running my fingers over his buzzed head. “Fuck me harder, Dean. I need it.”
My body is on fire. It’s as if he’s fucking out everything I’ve been keeping in—the regret, the disappointment, the trying, the losing, all of it. I want him to make it hurt. I want him to take me apart and put me back together again.
With a roar, he pulls out in a rush. Then, without warning, Dean flips me over until I’m on all fours. Then he thrusts back inside me. I let out a scream as he hits a spot that burns so good.
I need to come. I need to feel this release. I need it more than I need to breathe.
When he spanks me hard against my ass, I let out a gasp of surprise. “That’s for slapping me,” he says between grunts. The second slap hurts just as much but makes my body crave the pain. It only intensifies the pleasure.
Looking back at him, I notice him staring down at my ass. Then I watch with parted lips as he spits, warm saliva landing in the crack.
When I feel his thumb caressing the tight ring of muscle, I let out a filthy-sounding cry of pleasure. Gently, he presses his finger inside me, and I begin to tremble.
“Has Caleb ever been in here?” he asks seductively.
I shake my head as I stare back at him. He smiles at my response.
“Good,” he replies. “I’m taking this, then.”
He pulses his finger in my ass as he fucks me, and I lose control. My body tightens and then explodes with pleasure. Burying my face in the mattress, I come so hard it brings tears to my eyes. I’ve never felt anything like this.
“Oh fuck. I can feel you coming. Milk my cock, angel.”
I let out another howling groan as the sensation courses through me again and again.
When he begins to grunt and moan behind me, I know he’s coming too. A few more violent thrusts and I feel him shudder against me.
As we pause in this position for a moment, each of us catching our breath, I wait for the regret to sink in, but it doesn’t. In fact, I feel better than I’ve felt in a long time.
It’s not about cheating or Caleb or our sins. It’s about giving space to this part of me that has been begging for a voice for as long as I can remember. It’s about connecting with a person who instills the confidence in me that I need.
After he pulls out and disposes of the condom, Dean and I collapse on the mattress together. I lie on his chest as he reaches for the phone on the nightstand.
While I’m lying in his arms, he replays the video for me. I’ll be honest. It’s hard to watch. To see myself so sexual like that, it’s like I’m looking at someone else. But that is me. And I like what I see.
Dean sends the video to my phone. “If you want to send it to him, I’ll leave that up to you. But for what it’s worth, I bet he would like to see it.”
Nuzzling closer to him, I let out a deep breath and allow my eyes to close. Before long, we’re both asleep.