Chapter 38 Regan #2
I give a small whimper and keep my hands above my head, still bound together by the belt. His thumbs hook into the waistband of my panties, pulling them off my body and added to the pile of clothes on the floor.
The sight of the man between my thighs is everything, and our eyes meet again.
Without breaking my gaze, slowly he licks me from my entrance to my clit.
I don’t break the contact until he swirls his tongue around my hot sex, and I close my eyes, unable to contain my moan.
He continues to swirl and suck as he slides a finger inside me, then a second.
Stretching me, pumping in and out of me, still sucking on my clit.
Then he curls his fingers, hitting that magic spot inside the inner walls of my body.
My back arches and my bound hands find a way into his hair.
He instantly stops, pulling away from me and removing his fingers from inside me, making me feel empty, craving his touch again.
“No. No, I was getting close,” I whine.
“I told you I would stop if you touched, you broke the rule.” Shit, I didn’t think he’d follow through on that. “Now, be a good girl and put your hands back above your head.”
I do, and he continues playing with my pussy with his tongue, easily bringing me back to the edge of pleasure.
This man plays my body like a member of the New York Philharmonic plays their instrument.
I pull at my bonds, resisting the urge to sink my fingers back into his shaggy brown hair.
He keeps working my clit with his mouth while his fingers work inside my tight cunt.
Soon, I’m moaning out his name as my orgasm washes over me, body shaking from my pleasure.
He doesn’t stop until my legs are clamping around his head and my body is unable to take anymore.
He releases my hands and checks my wrists to be sure there are no marks or injuries. Placing kisses along where his belt was just to be sure. I tug my shirt over my head and take off my bralette just as swiftly. Instantly, he uses both hands to play with my nipples, taking one into his mouth.
“Am I allowed to touch?” I ask, my breath catching as he continues to play with my peaked nipples.
He pulls away from me just enough to give a nod.
Reaching into his sweatpants, slipping my hand inside and gripping onto his hard length.
He shudders under my touch. I pump him once, twice, three times before pulling off his sweats and boxers, leaving him completely exposed to me.
“Lay down. My turn to give orders,” I command. Without question, he does what I say as I position myself between his legs, lapping at the pre-cum from the tip of his hard cock.
I start to take him into my mouth, working my way down until I can almost feel him in the back of my throat. I pick up speed as he wraps my loose braid in his hands, pulling any stray strands away from my face.
“Yes, kitten, suck that cock like the good girl you are,” he grunts out.
That makes my pussy fucking drip. I want to reach down and rub my clit for some release, but I refrain.
He stills my momentum, and I pull him out of my mouth with a noticeable pop.
“Hold still while I fuck that beautiful face of yours.” Keeping his grip on my braid as I open my mouth, he thrusts his dick inside.
I take all of him in, tears stinging my eyes.
His breathing picks up and he suddenly stops, pulling me off him.
Rolling to his bedside table, he opens the drawer and pulls out a condom.
He rips it open and rolls it onto himself.
I straddle him and align him to my entrance.
I slowly sit down until his cock he’s fully sheathed inside me.
I don’t move for a second, waiting for my body to adjust to him.
Dean grabs my hips, making me move, impatient. I lean down and smash my mouth against his. Once I sit back up, he reaches for my throat and squeezes the sides. It makes everything more erotic and intense, knowing that in a way, he has my life in his hands.
I ride him as he reaches down for my clit, rubbing circles with his thumb with the perfect amount of pressure. Another orgasm is building, and I can feel my walls tightening around his dick.
“Fuck, Dean. I’m so fucking close.”
“Come on, kitten,” he coaxes. “I need you to come all over that cock for me.”
He ups the pressure on my clit and around my throat. My eyes close as I’m about to be thrown over the edge of pleasure. I’m seeing stars as my orgasm takes hold, and I scream out his name. His own pace picks up and a moan escapes his lips.
“Fuck, Regan,” he grunts as he spills into the condom. His movements slow and finally come to a stop. We are both panting, and I wait a second to get the energy to climb off him.
I lay down on the bed as he gets up to dispose of the condom in his bathroom. While he has the door closed, I’m already putting my clothes back on.
“Leaving so soon?” he asks, making me jump a little. I didn’t hear him come back into the room.
“Oh, um, I figured after I would, you know—head out,” I say, putting my bra back on.
“I’m not just going to throw you out after.
I’m not a complete asshole.” He puts his boxer briefs back on and slides under the covers, patting the space next to him.
Is this part of the perks of being exclusive benefits as opposed to just a booty call?
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. I guess he can see the dilemma on my face, because a small frown develops on his.
“You don’t have to stay. I just thought it would be nice if you did. But if you’re not comfortable, that’s okay, too.”
Fuck, now I feel like a jerk if I leave. Damn it, Dixon. I finish throwing my shirt on and slide under the covers, making sure that there is still space between us.
Leaning over the edge of the bed, he grabs his laptop, opens it, and brings up Netflix, clicking the next episode of Bridgerton.
This makes the tension in me release about staying longer.
This is now feeling more like a friends with exclusive benefits type of relationship, and I’m okay with that.
I could potentially be friends with Dean off the track.
While on the track, he’s still my rival.
I can totally separate the two.