8. Dean
DEAN
Heather sits on the edge of the bed, watching me strip away my boxers with such lust in her eyes it nearly undoes me. All these years, I had no idea she wanted me like this. I wouldn’t have wasted so much time if I did.
“Come here,” she says, gripping my cock and using it to tug me closer toward her.
“Fuck,” I groan, so damned turned on by the sight of her fisting my length.
She wets her lips and leans forward. I’m about to stop her. Tell her she doesn’t have to do this if she doesn’t want to. But then the tip of her tongue flicks my swollen head, and I lose the ability to speak. Hell, I lose the ability to think.
I watch with rapt attention as she takes her time exploring my cock with the tip of her tongue. She drags it around my tip, then down my shaft, and up again. When she takes my tip fully into her mouth, my knees threaten to buckle.
“Do you know how long I’ve thought about sucking your cock, Dean?”
“This is payback, right? For trying to kill you in the hallway?”
She laughs, pressing her lips to my shaft as her hand strokes and squeezes my tip. “It’s the truth,” she admits. “I’ve had a crush on you since I was fifteen.” She kisses a trail down to my balls. “Do you know how many times I’ve touched myself in the last twenty years, pretending it was you?”
“Fuck, Heather.”
She cups my balls, gently fondling them, as she runs her tongue back up my shaft.
“I’m getting out all the embarrassing confessions now, while you’re the most unlikely to run away.”
“Oh, I’m not running from you. Not tonight. Not ever again.”
“Good.” She takes me into her mouth again, but this time my cock touches the back of her throat.
“Back up,” I insist. She scoots back on the bed, my cock still fisted in her hands. I stay on my knees just off to the side. “Spread those legs for me, sweetheart. I want to feel how much sucking my cock makes you.”
I plunge a finger into her channel and swear loudly.
“Wet enough for you?” she teases.
I can’t take it anymore. I push her onto her back and crawl above her body. “I’m clean, but I’ll use a condom if you want me to.”
“I’m clean too. And on the pill.”
“You’re okay if I fuck you bare?”
She reaches between us, guiding my cock to her entrance. “Yes, Dean. I want you to come inside me.”
I slide home in one savage thrust, and she cries out as her hips arch up to take me in.
I slide my hands beneath her ass, desperate to plunge deeper and deeper.
I lower my mouth to hers and lose myself in every sensation between us.
The hungry lips, the greedy hands, the joined parts that make us one.
Her nails scrape my back as she cries out.
Her pussy convulses around my dick, and I can’t hold back any longer.
I don’t want to hold back.
I thrust home one final time, holding myself as deep inside her as I can get. I release my seed in her depths, claiming the woman I know now I was always meant to be with. I’ll never waste another day not with her.
“You’re mine, Heather.”
She slides her hands up my neck. “Well, that means you’re mine too then.”
“Of course I am.” I claim the kiss she so freely offers, my cock still nestled in her channel. I want to tell her I love her—that I’ve loved her for years—but I know it’s too soon for that bold of a confession. “Should we try to sleep?”
“We could try,” she says, looking over my shoulder. “But I have a feeling someone’s going to throw a fit until he gets his dinner.”
Aries lets out a long, protesting meow from the bedroom doorway. If this is what my future looks like, I’m the luckiest fucking guy on the planet.