Chapter 4
FOUR
DEAN
“Fuck it.” I turn the burner off and move the sauce to the back burner so it won’t scorch, leave the noodles in the other pan, and make my way toward Tallulah.
The breadsticks won’t be enough to hold her over for too long, which means I’m going to have to be fast. I lose my shoes and socks first before pulling my shirt off.
My goal is to be damn near naked by the time I interrupt her shower, though it can’t really be an interruption when I’ll be the one getting her off with my fingers.
She needs something to calm her ass down, and an orgasm will do the trick.
When she walked into her house, she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
Fucking Herbert and his bullshit. He does this with every new person he hires at his clinic.
Survival of the fittest or some such nonsense.
No one could ever make sense of it, but now that it’s happening to a person I care for, I’m seeing all kinds of issues with his work ethics.
Since Fletch helped out with Lane and Birdie’s situation with her ex-boss’ son, maybe I can ask him to do a little more digging into Herbert and see what that’s all about.
I open the door. Tully left it cracked, which could only mean one thing: she’s welcoming me to join her.
A few steps in, and I’m getting the view no other fucking man could ever dream of having.
The glass shower door is slightly fogged.
Tallulah has her head tipped back, side profile on full display, hands up working the shampoo into her hair.
Each movement she makes has her tits bouncing up and down.
I stay silent as I take her in while working on stripping out of the remainder of my clothes.
I’m sure she can sense someone is in the same room as her, though she looked dead on her feet, so maybe she doesn’t.
“Dean.” She doesn’t bother to cover herself up when I slide the glass door open.
Thank fuck. Tully’s eyes open, and rivulets of water drip down her body.
I watch as they stop at her dark cherry-colored nipples before sliding down further.
One of the droplets captures my attention as it slides down her abdomen, and I know exactly where it’s headed.
“Not missing an opportunity with you wet and naked, sunshine.” I don’t find her green eyes, afraid of losing the small bead of water as soon as it lands on her pussy.
“I haven’t shaved.” She tries to avert my gaze by blocking it with her hand. I’ll be damned if she’s going to try and hide from me. The fucking hair or lack of hair on my woman isn’t going to deter me from making her come.
“You think I give a fuck about whether or not you shave?” I move until there’s barely any room between us.
The palm of my hand cups her center, fingers sliding through her slick folds, and her eyes close.
I’d get on my knees and lick her up and down if it weren’t for the shower stall being too small.
“Fuck, yeah, I can feel how wet you are. You want my fingers, sunshine?” I whisper into her ear, slipping one then the other inside, knowing exactly what will make her come hard and fast. I flutter my fingers back and forth, pulling them in and out.
Tallulah’s hands move up my arms. My muscles tighten at the barest touch, and I keep talking softly in her ear, “That’s it, sunshine, dig your fingers into my body.
” The way she’s trying to get as close as possible to me, using her nails to sink into my skin, I know she’d crawl inside me if she could.
Hell, she already practically is. One leg hooks around my waist and opens her up more for me.
“Yes, god, Dean, right there.” Her voice is breathless, her body is pliant, and her pussy, well, her juices are dripping down my hand.
“Sunshine.” A groan of my own leaves me when my cock leaks cum, pissed off that he’s not getting inside of her right now. He can fucking wait. Right now is all about Tully. She moves her head, and it’s not until I feel her teeth clamp down on my neck that her orgasm takes hold.
“Damn,” she mutters. Her body is boneless against mine while her tongue licks at the place she just bit. “That’s going to leave a mark.” I don’t say anything, only smirk.
“You good?” I ask. I know myself enough to know that should I stay in here much longer, I’ll fuck her against the wall. She’s hungry, and I don’t have a condom handy, so that’ll have to wait.
“Yeah. I’m really good.” She pulls back. Gone is the worry from her eyes.
“Alright, finish up in here.” I step back, hand on the shower door.
“And don’t worry about shaving. You need to eat.
” She licks her lips, eyes zeroing in on my cock.
“You can wrap your lips around my cock later while I eat your pussy.” Those are my parting words as she grumbles something, but I’m already out of the shower and closing the door to lock in the hot steam.
We’re only getting started, and I’m hungry for more than dinner.
I’m hungry for a taste of Tallulah Alexandria Jennings.