Chapter 8 - Sidney
"Sidney," Dean warns, his fingers tangling in my hair as I work my mouth over his length, "If you don't stop, I'm going to—"
I pull back, letting his cock slip from my lips.
Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth onto my shirt, but I couldn't care less.
All I want right now is to please and be pleased.
When I drove to Blackwater Falls, sex was the absolute last thing on my mind.
I wanted Dean's help, not his body. But now that we're here, his hands on my skin, his taste on my tongue, I realize how much I missed this.
No man has ever looked at me the way he does, like he truly believes I'm beautiful despite my worn clothes and untamed hair.
No one has ever gone down on me like he just did, like a man starved for my taste.
My baggy white panties and unshaved legs embarrassed me, but he didn't even blink.
Of course not. He's a real man, not some boy preoccupied with trivial things.
"Finish what you were saying," I tell him, looking up through my lashes.
His eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at me. "I was saying I'm about to cum, and there's no way I'm finishing this without being deep inside you."
I'm on my knees, his cock jutting proudly above me, the head glistening with pre-cum and my saliva.
It's a magnificent sight, especially when he stands and pulls his shirt over his head.
His body is even better than I remembered.
More defined, more tattooed. His abs are like carved stone beneath my fingertips as I run my hands down his torso.
I meet his gaze, silently telling him what I want. "Do it," I whisper.
He sits back on the couch and reaches for me, helping me to my feet.
"Sit on my cock," he orders, his voice rough with need.
I turn around, my back to his chest, and he places his hands on my hips, guiding me as I lower myself onto him. The head of his cock nudges against my entrance, and then I'm sinking down, taking him inch by glorious inch until I'm fully seated in his lap.
"Fuck," I breathe, adjusting to his size.
I'd forgotten how perfectly he fills me, how no other man has ever stretched me quite like this. It's like our bodies were made for each other.
I begin to move, slow at first, lifting and lowering myself on his shaft. The friction is delicious, sending sparks of pleasure through my core. I lean forward slightly, increasing my pace, and Dean's hands grip my hips tighter.
"Jesus Christ, Sidney," he groans. "You're fucking incredible."
Coming from him, I actually believe it. I ride him for several minutes before deciding I want more.
"I want to see your face," I tell him over my shoulder.
"I'd like nothing better," he replies, his eyes burning into mine.
I lift myself off him, feeling momentarily empty, before turning around to straddle his lap again. I grasp the base of his cock, positioning him at my entrance, and sink down once more.
A loud moan escapes me before I can stop it, and I quickly clap my hand over my mouth.
We both freeze, listening for any sound from upstairs, but thankfully, Max sleeps on.
Having sex in the living room with my son asleep upstairs is probably the riskiest thing I've done in years, but the adrenaline only heightens every sensation.
I begin to move again, rolling my hips as Dean's hands grip my ass, helping guide my movements.
I ride him hard, my hair wild around my face, beads of sweat forming on both our bodies.
His muscular shoulders flex with every motion, his abs tightening as he thrusts up to meet me. It's so good it feels unreal.
On impulse, I reach out and pinch his arm.
"What was that for?" he asks, surprised but not slowing his rhythm.
I laugh breathlessly. "Sorry. I needed to make sure this wasn't a dream."
He places a hand on my back and pulls me close until we're face to face, our breath mingling. His other hand cups my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin.
"This isn't a dream, Sidney. This is real. And I hope it keeps being real for a long time."
I blink, trying to focus through the haze of pleasure. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I want all of this," he says, his words followed by a deep thrust that makes me gasp. "My son, you, eating meals together, late-night talks, and yeah, the fucking incredible sex. I'm not leaving this time. I'd love it if you didn't either."
"You're crazy," I tell him, even as my heart races at his words. "We hadn't spoken in two years before yesterday."
"You're right," he concedes, his hands moving to my hips again. "But sometimes you just know. I left once when I should have stayed. I'm not making the same mistake again, not when this feels so damn right."
I shake my head, laughing softly. "You're insane to ask me to stay while you're buried inside me."
"I know," he grins, thrusting up harder. "But there's no right time to ask the mother of your child not to leave."
My heart feels like it might burst, but I decide to play along.
"If you want me to stay," I challenge, "you'll have to fuck me better than anyone ever has."
His smile widens, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You asked for it," he warns.
Before I can respond, he stands up, lifting me with him. I quickly wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders. He holds me with seemingly little effort, supporting my weight with one arm while using his other hand to guide himself back inside me.
"Fuck, you're strong," I gasp, impressed. I know I'm not light, especially after having Max, but he holds me like I weigh nothing.
He starts kissing my neck, his lips hot against my skin. I tilt my head back, giving him better access as he begins to thrust into me. Each movement gets faster, harder, his powerful thighs and arms together to drive his cock deeper inside me.
I'm losing control, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he pounds into me. He bites his lower lip at the pain but doesn't slow down, doesn't complain.
The orgasm builds rapidly, more intense than the first. My legs tighten around his waist, my head falling back as the waves of pleasure crash over me. My arms flail beside me, but Dean's grip remains steady, making sure I don't fall as I come apart in his arms.
He doesn't stop or even slow down through my climax, prolonging it until I'm trembling and gasping his name. I've never felt anything like this before, so completely out of control yet perfectly safe.
As my orgasm subsides, I slump forward against his chest, exhausted and boneless with satisfaction. He holds me close with one hand on my back while he continues to thrust, his rhythm growing erratic.
"Fuck, Sidney, I can't hold back anymore," he warns, his voice strained.
I turn my head, my lips brushing his ear. "Finish inside me," I whisper.
"Sounds like one kid isn't enough for you," he teases, his voice rough.
"Maybe it isn't," I reply, surprising myself with the admission.
Something in my words pushes him over the edge. His pace falters, and he thrusts deep one final time, holding me against him as he pulses inside me. I feel every hot jet of his release, and it triggers another small orgasm of my own.
He gives a few more shallow thrusts, making sure I've milked every last drop from him, before laying me back on the couch. He steps back, his eyes fixed between my legs where I can feel his cum starting to leak out.
"Enjoying the view?" I ask, too satisfied to feel self-conscious.
"Best fucking view I've ever seen," he says with a grin. Then, more seriously, "Did you mean what you said? About wanting another kid?"
I consider the question, surprised by my own answer. "Yes. I always wanted three, actually. But I haven't thought about it in a long time. Couldn't afford the one I had, let alone more."
He nods, understanding in his eyes. "I'd love for Max to have siblings. Another reason you should stay here, you know? Makes it easier for that to happen."
I laugh softly. "If I stay here, this—" I gesture between us, "—will probably happen every night."
"Is that supposed to be a problem?" he asks, eyebrow raised.
"I don't know," I tease. "You're older and not getting any younger. Not sure if you can keep up."
He chuckles, the sound warm and genuine. "I love this sassy side of you. Stay, and I'll prove I can handle anything you dish out."
I look up at him, standing there naked and gorgeous in his living room, offering me everything I thought I'd never have again; security, passion, a father for my son.
"Okay," I say simply. "I'll stay."
His smile is brilliant, lighting up his entire face. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," I confirm, holding out my hand to him. "At least for now. Let's see where this goes."
He takes my hand, pulling me up into his arms. "I think it's going somewhere pretty damn good."
I rest my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
"Me too," I admit. "But we should probably put some clothes on before our son wakes up and gets an early education."
Dean laughs and kisses the top of my head. "Good point. Shower first?"
"Together?" I ask.
"To conserve water," he says solemnly, though his eyes sparkle with mischief. "Very environmentally conscious."
"Of course," I agree, matching his serious tone. "It's the responsible thing to do."
As he leads me upstairs to the bathroom, slowly to avoid the creaky steps near the bedroom, I feel a lightness I haven't experienced in years. I came to Blackwater Falls desperate and afraid, looking only for the bare minimum of help.
Instead, I've found something I never expected… A second chance, not just for Max to have his father, but for me to have something I'd given up hoping for: happiness.