Chapter 48 Regan
FORTY-EIGHT
REGAN
Down on my knees in front of Dean, I look up at him and take him in at this angle. And fuck, it’s a sight to behold. His forest green eyes brew in lust. Like a witch’s cauldron that’s about to boil over with their next potion. His mouth is agape at the sight of me in front of him.
I can tell he’s losing his mind right now. And I like knowing that I have this type of control over him.
I remove my bra so that I’m fully exposed to him. I trace my fingers up his legs and dig into his muscular thighs with my nails. A shaky breath escapes him as my hands creep closer and closer to his hard cock that is visibly straining behind the zipper of his jeans.
As soon as I reach his cock and begin to stroke him through his jeans, he lets out a deep moan. I keep up my teasing until he grabs my wrist, halting me.
“Regan, I swear, if you don’t actually touch me right now, I’m going to fucking lose it,” he growls.
With a small laugh, I unbutton his jeans, pulling him out just enough so that I can wrap my hand around him. One slow pump, then two, and I pick up my pace. Up and down, I stroke his shaft, and I can already feel his pleasure building. Leaning forward, I lick the bead of precum from the tip.
“Fuck me,” he groans.
“Oh, I plan on it,” I quip.
His eyes darken, almost fully black by his blown pupils, only a sliver of green left as I take him into my mouth. Without breaking eye contact, I take him in as much as I can and let myself go wild. Taking him deeper and deeper until I’m almost gagging on his thick cock.
It’s sloppy and noisy, but neither of us cares.
His hand wraps around my ponytail and tugs.
I like the bite of pain it brings, and part of me is a little surprised by that.
He starts to fuck my mouth, holding my head in place by my ponytail.
This shouldn’t be so hot, but fuck if I’m not loving every second of this.
He slows, letting my head go, with one final hollowing of my cheeks and sucking him all the way till I pull off with a nice pop.
We’re both breathing hard after that. I’m usually not one to give a blowjob, but fuck, that was amazing.
“Pants. Off. Now,” he demands. I stand and slowly shimmy out of my leggings and panties, leaving them on the floor in a heap.
He scans my body as he removes his jeans and boxers.
His gaze makes my skin flush, not out of nerves, but anticipation.
This man before me is beautiful, all muscles and with a smile that I can’t help but love.
Love. I shove that thought in a box in the back of my mind and lock it. I can analyze that later.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel his warm skin against mine, feel his fingertips dig into my ass as I ride him.
I straddle him so that we are chest to chest, and I slide my slick folds over him, coating his shaft.
Fuck, he feels so good. I start to line him up to my entrance, wanting him more than I ever thought possible until Dean stops me.
“Condom,” he breathes.
“I have an IUD, and I haven’t been with anyone but you since we started sleeping together.”
He nods. “I was tested after my drunken mishap, and I’m clean and only you since.”
I grab him again and he’s pressing up against me, my body aching to let him inside me.
“You’re sure?” he confirms.
“I’m sure.”
I inhale and lower myself onto him. Feeling him bare is unlike anything I could have ever imagined. It makes my head drop back just seating myself onto him.
“Fuck, Regan, you’re so wet. You’re already clenching my cock so hard.”
I slowly start to move my hips to ride him.
His hands find my hips, guiding me, gripping onto me.
I may have some bruising tomorrow, but nothing tops this feeling right here.
Keeping my pace, he reaches between our slick bodies to stroke my clit, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves, making my orgasm build.
“Fuck, Dean, don’t stop. I’m so close,” I pant.
“Keep going, kitten, come all over my bare cock,” he commands.
A few more strokes, and I’m falling over the edge, calling out his name like a prayer to the gods. I don’t stop as my orgasm finishes washing over me. I ride harder and harder to bring him over the edge.
“Yes, kitten. You keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
“Come inside this pussy, baby.” His eyes squeeze shut as his orgasm takes hold, ridding him all the way through as his warm release spills inside my pussy.
We are both breathing heavy and sweating, and I lean forward, wrapping my arms around his neck as he kisses my pulse point.
I wish we could stay in this moment forever and not have to deal with whatever is to come outside of these walls.
Finally, I get the energy to roll off him, and I attempt to get up as his release starts to drip out of me and onto my thighs.
I try to stand, but Dean stops me, telling me to stay seated, though I may have ruined his futon already.
Dean returns with a warm washcloth and stands me up as he drops to his knees and cleans his release from me.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say.
“I clean up the messes I make, Regan,” he says knowingly. Understanding hits me, this whole situation we’ve found ourselves in, not just whatever this is between us, his suspension, Ian’s post—all of it.
After getting dressed, we finish off the pizza and play some more video games before I decide I need to head home. As much as I want to stay, I need to talk with Dad about everything, even if I still don’t want to. If I’m going to get out of this in one piece, I know I’m going to need his help.
When I walk back into the house an hour later, Dad is sitting at the kitchen table on his laptop. I’m all in my head about how I’m going to start this conversation. By now, I’m sure Dad has heard about most of it.
Dad looks up from his computer as I sit across from him at the table. “What’s up, kiddo?”
“I have something to tell you. I’m sure you’ve heard about some of it already. I wanted to tell you everything myself. I’m also probably going to need your help to get out of it,” I say all in one breath.
Closing the laptop and pushing it aside, he says, “Whatever it is Regan, you can talk to me about it.”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. This is going to be harder than I thought.
I clear my throat, hoping it’ll help. “I’ve been sort of seeing Dean.
” I wait a beat before continuing, thinking he’ll interject, but he doesn’t.
“I’m sure by now you’ve seen what Hicks posted on Instagram and what he's claiming. None of it is true.”
Blowing a breath out, I continue, Dad still intently listening, waiting for me to finish before he says anything.
“Hicks was drunk at Leslie’s party. He pulled me away and cornered me.
I tried to get away, but I wasn’t able to, and he was starting to get aggressive.
If Dean hadn’t shown up when he did…” My voice cracks, thinking of all the possible outcomes of that night.
Dad stands and pulls me in for a hug, holding me tight, letting me get my emotions out.
“We will find a way to prove what happened,” he says, still holding me tight.
“I don’t know if it’s too late or not, they already suspended Dean from the next race.”
“It’s not too late, kiddo.” He pauses and it seems like something has clicked in his brain, like an actual lightbulb went off above him, as if he was a cartoon character. “Do you remember where Leslie’s RV was parked in that field?”
“Why would you need to know that?” It’s such a weird question, and I’m wracking my brain to try to remember where she was parked.
“Just humor me, Reg.”
“Umm, I think at the end of row C.”
“Perfect.” A smile crinkles the corners of his eyes. “I have some calls to make.”
Grabbing his laptop, he walks out of the kitchen and down the hall to his office. I’m not sure what he has up his sleeve; I just hope it’ll help both Dean and I.