Chapter 39 #2
He gripped my ass cheek, right where his teeth had left their mark. I could still feel it, a dull throb that existed at all times.
“I’m yours,” I said, even as a flicker of that same fear returned.
“No more serious shit, okay?” His hand slid up to my back, slipping under my shirt to stroke my skin. “Just me, you, and my family the rest of the time we’re here. Anything else, we can deal with later. Got it?”
“Ten-four,” I whispered.
He flipped me onto my back and kissed me again. I could feel him smiling against my mouth, disintegrating my defenses in that way only he could.
“Can I make you feel better?” he asked, his voice soft and airy.
“If you insist.”
I sucked in a breath when he dipped his head beneath the blanket. He tugged on my sweats enough to free my dick, then the heat from his mouth enveloped me.
“Odin’s fucking . . . left . . . nut.”
He released me and smothered his laugh against my stomach. “What the hell was that?”
I put a hand to my forehead. “I have no clue. Must be from Remi.”
“Let’s revoke his invitation, okay?”
“Odin or Remi?”
His teeth sunk into my hip before taking my dick in his mouth again. I reached down to stroke my fingers through his hair, reveling in this man I was lucky enough to call mine.
But it wasn’t enough. I wanted him to be mine in every way possible. Even better, I wanted to be his.
“Dean,” I murmured. “I want you inside of me.”
He didn’t slow or otherwise react to my words. I whimpered from the way he worked me deeper, learning my body with every stroke.
“Dean.”
He searched for my hand, so I threaded our fingers, letting my head fall back as I focused on his mouth around me. The sound of it combined with his grunts drove me closer, and I stopped thinking about anything else.
Until his finger circled my rim.
My heels dug into the mattress as he used the spit coating my shaft to penetrate me just slightly. I wasn’t as nervous this time, and with his lips still around me, I felt desperate.
“Dean, more.”
He hummed, pushing further inside of me. I pressed against him, too impatient for his slow and gentle nonsense. He released a breath through his nose that I thought was a laugh before he continued with a second finger.
“You . . .” I sucked air through my teeth, my toes curling. “Baby, you’ll make me cum if you don’t slow down.”
“Mmhmm.”
He didn’t slow, and I realized that was exactly what he wanted.
After his third finger, I arched my back, which made him brush that sensitive spot.
I thought about his mouth, about how I could cum all over his tongue, and how he’d go to sleep with that part of me inside him.
It was better than any mark I could ever leave on his body, and it pushed me over the edge.
I clenched my teeth to silence the ungodly sound already tearing from my throat. He dragged his tongue up the underside of my shaft, all the way to the top. My hips jerked as he passed the head, and I was so out of it that I was barely aware of him reaching over to the nightstand.
His fingers returned to my ass, this time slick with lube.
“It’s cold,” I whined.
Leaning down, he huffed hot air over me, making goosebumps rise on my legs.
“You’re so relaxed now,” he said, his eyes locked on where his fingers had disappeared.
I looked at his dick, half sticking out of his briefs. When I licked my lips, he drew in a slow breath through his nose and reached down to run his thumb through his precum. I opened my mouth, waiting for him to feed it to me.
Instead of closing my lips, I let him swirl it on my tongue. He hooked his fingers over my bottom teeth and tipped my face down.
“Watch me fuck you, baby.”
With his fingers holding my mouth open, I felt drool start to spill over my lower lip. It didn’t deter him. If anything, he appeared locked onto it.
As soon as he pulled his fingers out of my ass, I felt far too empty. I planted my heels in the small of his back, trying to bring him closer to me. He rose up on his knees, stroking his dick with lube while he lined himself up.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked.
I huffed. “We’re not stopping now. I mean, unless you don’t want—”
He dropped down to kiss me, cutting off my next words. His tongue stroked mine deliberately, and I wondered if he could taste himself there, the way that I tasted my own cum on him.
On instinct, I tensed when his dick pressed against my ass.
“Relax,” he breathed.
Even though I was ready, I clutched his back tightly. The initial pressure returned, blunt and unrelenting. He kissed me again, bringing me back to the moment.
“Eyes on me,” he said.
With his face just above mine, I stared into the depths of his eyes. They crinkled as he pushed in further. As my ass squeezed him, his mouth dropped open and his breaths became heavier.
“My God, Oli. Your ass is like a goddamn vice.”
“Don’t . . . flatter me.”
I whimpered when he pulled back to the start. He reached down to hold the base of his dick while he inched in. Lifting on my elbows, I watched the best I could, but it didn’t feel like enough.
“Can you . . .” I trailed off, suddenly feeling nervous.
“Tell me.”
“Do you have your phone?”
He raised one brow. “My phone?”
“I want to see,” I admitted. “I’ve never watched porn or anything, but this . . . This is something I want to be able to watch.”
To my surprise, he broke into a grin. “That might be the best idea you’ve ever had.”
He reached over the side of the bed to grab his phone from the nightstand.
“You trust me with this?” he verified.
I nodded immediately. “I trust you.”
He ducked his head, giving me a glimpse into that sensitive side of him.
Taking his dick in one hand, he held the phone above.
I positioned my feet on his hips and let my knees fall to the sides so he’d have a good shot.
Hopefully, his heavy breaths would be caught on the video.
I wanted to hear them over and over again.
“God,” I moaned as he breached me. It wasn’t as bad this time, and I lifted my hips to encourage him.
When I grabbed my dick, he angled the camera to catch my movements. Swiping my thumb through my precum, I held it up to him. With a laugh, he shook his head but leaned down and closed his lips around my finger. His groan vibrated through my hand, making my dick throb.
As he reached deeper, he rolled his hips in just the right spot to hit my prostate.
An embarrassing sound came from my throat, but there was no controlling it.
The pressure shifted to a burning heat that was pleasurable instead of painful.
My abdomen clenched with the sensation, and when he finally bottomed out, I released a shuddering breath.
Less gently, he pulled all the way out, leaving me gaping and desperate to be filled again. Before I could complain, he slipped inside with just the tip. Back and forth, he moved with shallow thrusts that had me reeling.
“Dean,” I whined.
“Does this feel good?”
“It’s perfect.”
Without warning, he sunk himself all the way inside, then dropped down to kiss me.
“I’m not going to last long,” he warned.
“I don’t care.”
He pressed his lips to the side of my neck, then bit down on it. I dug my fingers into his shoulder blades while he fucked me, reaching so deep that I felt like I’d burst. He made small sounds against my neck, almost whimpers but close to growls.
I gripped my dick and moved my hand quickly, driving myself so close to another orgasm that I couldn’t stop clutching him to me. My nails might’ve pierced his skin, and as if in retaliation, he bit down harder on my neck.
“I want you to cum in me,” I pleaded.
He growled against me, then sat up. Wrapping one arm around my leg, he held the phone, still recording the moment. He panned to my face, and I looked at the camera, not giving a damn that I was probably a wreck. From the heat in his eyes, I knew that he was into it.
“You want me to fill up your ass?” he asked.
I nodded, unable to get any words out.
“God, I want you full of my cum.”
Holding my thigh, he lifted my hips a little, changing the angle. I dropped my head back as every muscle in my body went rigid. My nerves lit up, nearly whiting out my vision.
“You’re so . . . tight, Oli.”
He slammed into me harder, and I felt his dick swell. It was such an obscene feeling, and coupled with the burst of heat inside of me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My own cum hit me in the face, then the chest. Dean groaned as his movements faltered, but he kept going.
Suddenly, I was empty again. Weakly, I looked down at him.
He was staring directly at my ass, stretched out and used.
I watched, mesmerized, as he pumped his dick.
My own twitched when he groaned with a second orgasm.
Without warning, he entered my gaping ass, pushing his cum in with the rest. He moved slowly, as if determined to coat every inch of me in it.
My hips jerked when he brushed my prostate again, but I was too spent to go another round. As he leaned back on his heels, breathing heavily, I figured he was too.
His thumb circled my hole, making me groan. I felt him push it inside of me, then spread the cum down my thigh.
“This makes me yours, right?” I asked, smiling softly at him.
“You’ve lost the right to freedom of choice.” He dropped to his elbows above me. Using the same thumb, he spread his cum across my lips, from one side to the other. “All. Mine.”
Taking his wrist, I sucked his thumb into my mouth, making his eyes burn fiercely.
We were a goddamn mess, but I just wanted a few more minutes like this. Just me and him.
Unexpectedly, my eyes started to water. “God damnit.”
When I tried to turn away from him, he gripped my jaw gently. “No hiding.”
“I’m fine,” I said.
“I know.” He kissed my lips sweetly, the intensity gone for now. “Do you want to tell me how you feel?”
“Whole. Like I . . . belong.”
“Like you’re home?” There was a small smile on his face as he said it, which gave me courage.
“With you, it’s like nothing else matters. Not the past or even the future. All those years I spent wondering what it felt like . . .”
“Tell me.”
“To be wanted. Loved.”
“Oli, baby. You’re so pure.”
My eyes fluttered. “See? I imagine that’s what love must feel like.”
“Really?”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“I thought I was once, but now . . .” He shook his head. “I don’t think I have. I don’t know what it feels like.”
“Maybe we’ll just have to find out together.”
“I’m down for that.”
“Well, let’s get a move on, Broku,” I said, needing a reprieve from my own emotions. “We can’t do anything meaningful when we’re sticky with cum.”
He lifted a brow. “I’ve got some ideas for meaningful activities.”
Putting a hand on his chest, I smirked at him. “Shower. We have to be up early to make sure your dad doesn’t start going against the doctor’s orders before he’s at least had breakfast.”
His expression softened. “Look at you being responsible, baby. I’m so proud.”
Rolling my eyes, I pushed him off of me and stood. He grabbed me around the waist and tucked his face into my neck before I got far.
“Let me help you.” His hand caressed my ass cheek, making small circles. “I want to make sure I didn’t hurt you.”
“I’m okay,” I breathed. “Really.”
“I’ll check anyway.”
It was only a couple of days ago that I’d been in the pool, thinking about how I was falling for him.
I didn’t have nearly as much time as I’d imagined. That five-year plan was quickly becoming a thing of the past. I was ready to check it off my list entirely.