fantasized about this moment. It was how I imagined it last week in the gym.
He moved to my other breast, his touch firmer as I fisted my hands in his hair and tugged. I could feel my underwear dampening, and it was becoming harder and harder to keep this slow. I wanted to feel him in me. The ghost of his fingers from earlier that night still ached inside me, and I bucked against him.
“Dean!” I moaned as he bit down on my nipple.
Before I could beg, he pushed me back onto the bed and forced my legs apart. Moving down my body, he pushed my underwear aside and licked my entire seam. My back arched off the mattress as pleasure ricocheted through my body, and I fisted my hands into the blanket as his mouth covered my clit and sucked.
“Oh fuck,” I cried as he began to lave his tongue over me. He did it again and again until I was writhing.
He put his palm on my stomach, using his strength to keep me in place as he expertly dipped his tongue into my opening and teased. Returning to my clit, he continued pleasuring until my eyes rolled back into my head.
I couldn’t think of anything else but his tongue between my legs. His tongue. Dean Hayes’s tongue. In me. On my clit. Everywhere.
I wasn’t inexperienced by a long shot and had been licked by the best of them, but with the right person? Holy fuck. I never understood the difference between lust and something more, not until now.
My eyes flew open as he slid his finger into me and began pumping, his tongue never slowing its assault on my clit. A second finger joined the first, and I felt an orgasm begin to rise hard and fast. I lost control and began to grind against him, and when I came, my thighs wanted to clamp together, but he forced my legs open wider and fucked me faster.
Moaning and panting, I grasped his hair and twisted, lost to the rolling waves that were pulling me under. It was the really good kind of drowning if you asked me. I would drown all day and night in him if he’d let me.
Once some sense returned, I pushed him back and ripped at his fly, tugging the zipper down.
“You’re a greedy little thing,” he said with a smirk as I freed his cock.
I wasn’t listening. I was too busy staring at his erection.
Lowering my lips, I fully intended to repay what he’d just given me, but he sat up and tugged me onto his lap.
“Next time,” he murmured. “I want to be inside you too much.”
His hands grasped my waist and guided my movements, sliding my seam against his erection.
“I’ve thought about this enough,” he murmured against my mouth.
“You’ve thought about me?” I asked, nipping at his bottom lip.
“In all kinds of ways,” he replied darkly.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I eased off him and pushed down my underwear, ridding myself of the last barrier between us. He kicked off his trousers, and finally, we were completely naked. We were doing this.
Coaxing me back over him, he fisted his cock and ran the crown along my seam. Positioning himself, he waited, letting me make the final move.
I stared into his eyes and knew he was giving me an out if I wanted it. I’d struggled against my feelings for what felt like a millennia, pushing when all I wanted to do was pull, and I almost caved. Almost. The fact that Dean Hayes, bad boy of the AUFC, was giving me a choice instead of taking me like an alpha male from a romance novel, showed just how much of himself he kept hidden from the world.
Burying my hands in his hair, I lowered myself onto him, breathing heavily as his cock filled every inch inside me.
“Shit,” he hissed as we joined completely.
I began to grind against him, working my clit as he sucked at my neck. Then he fell backward onto his back, taking me down with him.
Grasping my ass, he thrust upward into me again and again, our moans muffled by our fevered kisses. Rolling my hips, I rode him hard, high on the sensation of his cock leaving me, then filling my body to the brim.
I was lost in the moment, chasing the release I hadn’t realized was building to boiling point, not until he’d cornered me at the Gala. That hadn’t been enough to sate it, but