Chapter 39 #2
We’d won silver. I’d kissed Dean in front of the entire world. I’d told federation officials no.
And somehow, I was still standing.
The realization left me almost dizzy.
The door closed behind us, I turned around, and shoved Dean against it with a dull thud, claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss, my hands on his neck, his face.
Dean didn’t hesitate. His hands went around me, moving down my back to cup and squeeze my ass cheeks, molding me to him. I moaned to feel the hardness of him, grinding against my own solid cock. My brain shorted out, and I said the only words I could manage to locate in my overheated head.
“I want you.”
His groan filled my ears, and tongues went deep, fingers digging into flesh, both of us breathing heavily as I attempted to remove his clothing, our arms tangling as he did the same thing.
I laughed into his mouth as clothes were tossed to the floor, and there we were, gloriously naked, both sporting erections.
I grabbed his hand, tugged him over to the bed, then spun him around and shoved him again, this time facedown onto the sheets.
“Luka—”
That strangled word was as far as I let him get before I knelt on the rug at the foot of his bed, spread his legs wide, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, and let my tongue go where it wanted.
Kvrat. Dean was so loud.
“Oh fuck… Luka… fuck, oh fuck…. Don’t stop.” He grabbed the sheet beneath him, holding onto it with tight fingers, his ass tilted up, his dick pointing toward the bed, heavy and already leaking pre-cum.
The taste of him, the sounds that poured from him, the feel of puckered, contracting skin beneath my tongue, the way he loosened for me… All of it went straight to my cock, and my desire for him spiraled higher, until it was white-hot, demanding, relentless….
I had no intention of stopping.
My knees complained, and I grabbed hold of his hips, urging him further up the bed. Then I climbed on, knelt between his legs, spread those fuzzed cheeks, and pressed the tip of my tongue into his hole as deep as it would go.
“FUCK.”
By now, no one passing his room would have to guess what was going on behind that door.
I reached under him to free his shaft, tugging on his sac while I tongue-fucked him, giving him everything he’d ever given me and more. He was addictive. I wanted to play with that enticing hole until Dean came all over his sheets. Deeper moans tumbled from his lips and went straight to my cock.
My aching cock that wanted to bury itself in Dean’s tight body.
I scooped pre-cum from the head of his dick and smeared it along my shaft, then propped myself up on my hands, arms braced, elbows locked. I slid my rigid dick through his crease, over his hole, my breathing ragged, heart pounding.
“Dean…. Can I…?”
He moaned into the pillow, the words muffled but audible.
“Do it.”
Kvrat.
He turned his head to the side. “But… lube?”
I laughed. “Of course.” My heartbeat raced. “Turn over. I want to see you.”
He flipped onto his back, and I kissed him, long and hard.
“Are you sure?” I whispered. “You don’t have to, just—”
He silenced me with a kiss, then grabbed my hair, forcing my head back a little.
His eyes blazed. “You cannot get me to the point where I’m gonna cum at any second, then leave me hanging.
Finish what you’ve started, for God’s sake.
” His chest heaved and his stomach quivered. “Please, Luka. I want this.”
I kissed him again, his hands moving restlessly through my hair, my cock rubbing over his abs. I sat up and reached for the lube on the bedside table, then squeezed a generous amount onto my fingers. I grinned, unable to resist.
“Wow. None of it on the sheets.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s right, mock me while I’m vulnerable.” Then all talk dried up when I slid a finger inside him. Dean stilled, his eyes wide. “Holy fuck.”
I couldn’t speak. His body was so tight around me, so warm. I was torn. I wanted to look into his eyes, to see them widen, to watch his reactions, but at the same time I wanted to stare at my slick finger easing in and out of his hole.
His face won.
“Is it okay?”
Dean’s pupils were huge. “So much better than okay. It’s really good. Like, ‘what the fuck have I been missing all my life’ level of good.” Then I added another finger, and he stilled. “Jesus.”
I went slow, remembering how I felt when he stretched me the first time. “Tell me when to move.”
“Move, for Christ’s sake!”
I slid them in and out, keeping the motion unhurried, and after a while Dean was moving too, meeting me halfway. I tried to remember to breathe, but each slow press inside him ramped up my need.
“Is that enough?”
Dean glanced at my cock, hard and flushed, pointing toward the ceiling. He swallowed. “One more.”
I nodded, then added a third finger. He lay so still as I filled him, the heat of him surrounding them, searing them. I bent over and kissed him while I searched inside him for that little bump.
I knew the moment I found it. Dean’s loud groan bounced off the walls.
“Oh, fuck, there. Right there.”
I couldn’t wait a second longer.
I withdrew my fingers, covered him with my body, and kissed him, slow and sweet, one hand supporting me, the other guiding my cock to his hole, pushing against it, until the head was inside him.
Dean groaned into my mouth. “You’re so warm.”
I froze. Oh. OH. “Dean…”
He stared at me. “Wait…” He jerked his head toward the bedside table, to the dwindling pile of bright yellow wrappers. Then he snapped back to me. “I thought they talk to you!”
“I wasn’t listening! I was distracted.” Kvrat, his heat around my shaft…. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“No!”
I was all the way inside him, and he was so tight around me, so hot. I pulled out a little before sinking back, his body sucking me in, holding me there.
“How…” I swallowed, fighting to breathe normally. “How do you do this?”
He managed a frown. “Huh?”
“I’m going to come… now!” And before I could draw another breath, I was pulsing into him, my cock throbbing deep inside him, emptying myself into him.
Dean’s eyes were impossibly wide. “Is this how it feels for you?”
I bowed my head, my cock spent but still inside him. “How would I know? Condoms, remember?” I eased out of him, then sat up because I wanted to see. My cum trickled from his hole, and bo?e, my breathing quickened at the sight.
I lay beside him, my cock limp, and wrapped my fingers around his dick.
Three tugs was all it took to have him shooting over his belly, moans escaping him, tremors ricocheting through him.
I waited until his breathing settled into its normal rhythm before leaning over to kiss him. “Hey.”
Dean smiled without opening his eyes. “Hey.”
A knot had lodged itself somewhere beneath my ribs.
“I’m sorry about the condom.”
That finally made him look at me. “Luka.”
“I know. We should have—”
Dean pressed his fingers to my lips. “Stop. Don’t. That was…” He laughed weakly. “I don’t have the words, baby.”
My heart was still hammering. “Is… is it okay?”
He kissed my damp forehead. “How many tests do we go through? And they’d pick up on it if something was wrong with either of us. You’ve only ever been with me, and you just popped my cherry. I think we’re good.” He chuckled. “Just, next time?”
I sighed. “I know. Listen to the condoms.” I pressed myself against his side. “I mean it. How do you do this? You can last for hours.” Then I bit my lip. “Okay, maybe that is an exaggeration, but definitely longer than I managed.”
Dean laughed.
I scowled. “That is not an answer.”
“Experience. That’s all.”
I buried my face against his shoulder. “Then you are not angry?”
Dean’s laugh was soft with exhaustion. “Baby, I can barely remember my own name right now. Angry isn’t really on the list.”
Relief washed through me.
He shifted onto his side and tucked me closer against him, brushing his lips against my hair. “You okay?”
The answer came easily. “Yes.”
Dean smiled. “Good.”
I hesitated. “There is something I should probably admit.”
“That sounds ominous.”
“It is possible that I prefer things the way we usually do them.”
For a second he was silent. Then his grin appeared. “Yeah?”
Heat crept into my face. “Yes.”
“Thank God.”
I blinked.
Dean laughed. “Luka, I was trying very hard to be supportive and open-minded, but I was also hoping that might be the outcome.” He coughed. “Although… I really liked the first half.”
I laughed. “Yes, me too.” He pulled me closer to him, and I snuggled into his warmth. “Then we are good?”
“We’re good.” His eyes sparkled. “Actually? Good is really selling us short.” His hand settled at the small of my back. “You know what I want now?”
“What?”
“To stay exactly like this for a while.”
I rested my forehead against his. “That sounds optimal.”
Dean immediately started laughing. “And there’s my Luka.”
“And now you are making fun of me.”
“No.” He kissed me gently. “This is me loving you.”
I swallowed. “I love you too.”
This time I didn’t cling to the words.
I believed them.