Chapter 42 #3
My breath caught, but I let out a throaty chuckle. “I will have to trust you on that. I have never tried to suck my own cock. I may be flexible, but not that flexible.”
His eyes were locked on my shaft.
“The skin is like warm silk there. I can feel every vein with my tongue.”
I shivered.
“I couldn’t describe its taste. Kinda salty, maybe?” He raised his gaze to meet mine. “But when I get you in my mouth, I don’t want to stop.”
Another shiver.
“Your pre-cum is sweet though. I love seeing how much you leak.” His pupils were huge. “Love seeing how the thought of what I’m about to do to you turns you on.”
“Everything about you turns me on,” I stammered.
His eyes sparkled. “Good to know.” He gave a nod toward my cock. “Show me how you make yourself come.”
I wrapped my hand around my shaft, pulling on it, squeezing it, alternating between long and short strokes.
Dean mirrored my movements, keeping pace.
Then he paused to grab the lube. Once he’d slicked his fingers, he tossed the bottle to me, then went back to working his cock, rubbing over the head with his palm.
I poured a little onto my dick, shuddering at its coolness.
“What did you think about that night? What made you cream your hand?”
I took a breath. “My cock in your mouth. Something I had fantasized about for so long.” I looked him in the eye. “But it had to be your mouth. Your hands on me.” My own picked up the pace, a tingle trickling down my spine. “Dean… I am close.”
He shook his head. “Uh-uh.”
I blinked.
“You don’t get to come, baby. Not until I say so.”
Bo?e.
“Finger your hole.”
I gaped at him. “You… you are trying to torture me.”
His sexy smile wasn’t helping. “Now you’re getting it.” He arched his eyebrows. “I don’t see your finger in your hole though.”
I reached behind me, sliding the edge of my hand through my crease, the flesh so hot there. I pressed the tip of my finger against my pucker, moaning as it penetrated.
Dean nodded, his hand still moving in slow, easy strokes. “That’s it. Imagine it’s my finger inside you. Me getting you ready for my dick.” His own breathing hitched. “I could fuck that tight little hole all night long, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“The things you say,” I whispered.
He grinned. “You’ve got no one to blame but yourself.” He slapped his rigid cock against his belly. “This is what you do to me. All I have to do is think about the sounds you make when I’m balls deep inside you, and I’m like a fucking rock.”
Every word he uttered dragged me closer to the edge.
“Dean,” I pleaded.
His breath stuttered. “You’re almost there, aren’t you?”
I swallowed, both hands still in motion as I finger-fucked my hole. “Yes. Let me come.”
“Not yet.”
“Dean!”
He shook his head. “No.”
He was refusing me, and I had never been so aroused.
Pre-cum fell in a steady stream onto the blanket. I scooped it from my slit and used it as lube, unable to prevent the moans that escaped me constantly. My hips jerked, my body trembled.
“Dean…”
He stared at me, mouth open, eyes so wide. “Come.”
I groaned, warmth covering my hand, my hole so tight around my finger. Shudders jolted through me, like ripples on a pond, multiplying, spreading everywhere.
Dean let go of his dick and quickly removed his sweatpants. He sat back, holding his cock around its base as he added more lube. “Turn around and sit on it.” His breathing was ragged, and I knew he couldn’t last much longer.
Then I realized.
No condom.
He nodded, as if reading my thoughts. “We still okay with this?”
I was more than okay.
“Yes.” The syllable cracked as it left my mouth.
I crawled over to him, stood on the bed, then squatted over his lap. I saw my reflection in the mirror on the wall facing the bed, my chest and neck flushed, my eyes bright. Then I lowered myself down, Dean guiding the head of his dick to meet my hole, easing it into me.
I let out a long, strangled moan as he filled me.
“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned. “Fuck yourself on it, baby.”
I dug my fingers into my own thighs, supporting myself as I rode, his cock all the way home, stretching me, his hips in motion now, thrusting up into me.
I bounced on his shaft, watching him fuck me in the mirror, seeing his eyes so impossibly wide, his lips parted, his fingers digging into my chest as he picked up speed.
Kvrat. The light in my own face, the joy I saw there…
And then I felt it, the throb of his dick inside me, the warmth that filled me, unmuted. I watched his balls tighten and release, his shaft pulse as he emptied himself into me.
I rolled my head back as I came a second time, shaking, unable to keep the words in a second longer.
“Volim te.”
Dean groaned, and he grabbed my head, turning my face toward his. He kissed me, feeding me sounds of unfettered joy and longing.
“Love you too.”
I didn’t want to move. I wanted to keep him there, locked inside me, the way he was already locked inside my heart.
I had no idea what lay right around the corner for us, but I knew one thing for certain.
Dean Foster was a part of me.