Chapter 22 Tully
TWENTY-TWO
TULLY
“Off,” Dean says as he drops me to the bed, causing me to land flat on my back. I sit up, ahead of the game; he just didn’t realize it yet. While he was carrying me, I already slipped my shoes off and used the leverage I had to do the same with my socks.
“Yes, sir.” I’m on my knees, hands crossing over my front as I grab the hem of my scrub top and pull it over my head. There’s an ache inside of me when I lose sight of Dean even for the barest of seconds.
“Tallulah,” he says in his dominating voice.
My eyes land on the way his thick fingers undo the buttons of his pants.
God, there is something so deliciously hot when a man wears button-fly jeans and he’s completely bare beneath.
“Keep going.” We’re not evenly matched. He’s shucking off his last and only item, meanwhile I have several more to go.
I drop my hip, fingers fumbling at the drawstring in order to finish my little striptease.
“Struggling there?” His patience is shot, I can tell by the tone of his voice plus the way his fingers are tracing the lines through my black bottoms. This scrub set is on the thinner side, and he’s taking full advantage.
“Finally,” I breathe out, ripping the strings apart while wiggling my body to get them off my hips and down my legs. Dean finishes the task for me, the waded-up material is thrown over his shoulder, and then he’s spreading my legs wide open.
“Goddamn.” He wedges his shoulders between my thighs, nipping the inside of both.
“Your scent, your taste. I had so many plans for tonight. You watching me jack my cock with this lace wrapped around my dick. The need to watch you play with yourself and only stopping when we we’re both ready to combust. Next time.
” I’m not sure if he is talking to me or my pussy.
What I do know is he has an obsession with my panties.
The amount he’s stolen from our forays in the barn or any place we could get alone time together had my panty drawer rather depleted.
“Dean,” I moan, feeling his warm breath through my lace panties.
His fingers dig into the backs of my thighs, making me realize the error I’ve made.
A mistake I clearly made on purpose. Dean recognizes it, too.
My muscles quiver, and when he skates his teeth across my sensitive clit, my body is spurred on.
“What was that, sunshine? I didn’t quite hear you.” He repeats the process, waiting for me to say what we both want to hear.
“Sir.” The attempt to hold myself up and watch him work me up with his mouth is too much. I fall to my back, eyes shuttering closed, and my breathing becomes choppy. I’m losing my mind with the way he’s working my pussy.
A lick.
The scrape of his teeth.
His heated breath.
It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough when it comes to Dean Johnson.
“Need.” My hips lift up, trying to show him with my body what I want.
“More.” Dean doesn’t listen. While most would see this as a power play, holding me off on coming, it isn’t for us.
The longer he pushes my boundaries, the harder I come.
I trail the tips of my fingers down the slope of my neck, hoping against all hopes that it’ll spur him along.
I’m sure it won’t, but it’s still worth a shot.
“Stop.” His hand presses down on my lower stomach as he lifts his head away from my center. I mourn the loss of his presence. My plan backfired big time, and I’ve got no one to blame but myself.
“Yes, sir.” The look I’m gifted has my pussy clenching. Too bad his fingers, tongue, or dick aren’t inside me. I’d probably come without him even moving with the way he’s watching me right now.
“Goddamn it, sunshine. You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” My eyes lower, my tongue glides over my lower lip, and I’m lost in the heady moment. “Fuck yeah, you do. Eyes on me, Tallulah.” The deep timbre of his voice awakens my need for him further.
I moan when I feel the tips of his fingers at my hip.
I’m completely aware that Dean Johnson has an abnormal obsession with my panties, be it ripping them off my body or stealing them.
Those are the two variables that come along with loving this man.
There’s a reason why I don’t wear them to bed.
I’d literally have nothing left in my drawer, and the price of pretty underwear is highway robbery.
The wrenching of fabric is heard through the room.
The indent on my other hip as he pulls it off my body makes me hotter.
I’m well aware his dominant side might turn off some women.
That’s why he’s mine and not theirs. We match one another perfectly.
“Please,” I plead.
“You want my cock, Tallulah?” My head probably looks like a bobbly figurine with how fast I’m nodding.
“I need it, sir.” He doesn’t dip his head down to my pussy, nor does his fingers go anywhere near me. Instead, he keeps his hand on my lower abdomen while the now empty one wraps around his thick cock.
“Yeah, you do. We both do, don’t we, sunshine?” Except he’s not doing anything to put us both out of our turmoil. Nope, that’s not how Dean works. The longer he keeps me on the edge, the hotter we burn together.
“Yes.” My head tips back, and I breathe deeply, trying to regain control of my mouth. My feistiness is ready to fly out. The only thing holding me back is if I spout off again, he’ll really hold back. “Sir.”
“Look at us, watch what I do to this pussy, my pussy.” My eyes lift open, and I feel and see how he holds his mushroom-shaped tip at my entrance.
Dean coats himself with my wetness. I’m dripping with desire for him, and what does he do?
Take his sweet time. I understand I’m his to please, but damn it. I’m tired of him holding back.
Finally, I scream inside my head when his cock slides inside. His hand comes away from his length and grips the back of my thigh. He places the back of my calf on his shoulder and slams inside of me.
The air escapes my lungs. No longer am I holding my breath.
Dean doesn’t hold back, thank fuck. He pulls back to push forward again, rotating his hips as he does, hitting my clit in a way that has me clenching around his dick.
I’m so close to coming, there’s no stopping my body.
I have zero control, and neither does Dean.
He keeps going thrust for thrust. Since he has his hand on my stomach and leg lifted up, the only thing I can do is plant my foot on the mattress and lift my own hips.
I almost fall back to the mattress when he does this grinding movement, the only reason I don’t is because of Dean.
He knows me better than I know myself. He wedges his knee beneath my ass and somehow hits deeper than ever.
Jesus, it's like he’s hitting my damn cervix.
My eyes close, and I whisper his name, “Dean.”
“Sunshine,” he replies in the same tone.
He’s planted so deep inside of me, almost like we’re glued together.
I feel his body shudder, and my own takes over, coming harder than the last time.
Every time we come together, I swear it gets better.
Dean stays still, and my hand goes to his thigh, needing to feel even more of him.
Dean being Dean wraps me up then falls to his forearms. My legs immediately envelop his waist. He’s rolling to his back, and how he’s able to stay planted inside me, semi-hard, is magical, and I’m not questioning it.
“I love you, Tallulah. Forever.” He kisses the top of my head.
“I love you, too, Dean. Forever,” I say into his neck and stay on top of him, where I’m always welcome.