loosen it. His erection is half-hard, pressing against the thin cotton. He lifts his hips so I can pull the pants down and off. My breath catches at the sight of his thick cock. A welcome, delicious pulsing starts in my lower body.
I draw in a breath, squirming to rub my thighs together as I lower my head and take his erection into my mouth. He groans, his hand tightening gently but firmly in my hair.
The taste of him—maleness, salt, Dean—floods my tongue. I let my eyes drift closed as I slide my lips over his shaft. His cock hardens further, stiffening in reaction to my tongue pressing against the underside. I edge a hand between his thighs to fondle his testicles, the weight of them warm and heavy in my palm.
“Ah, Christ, Liv…” His breath quickens in pace, his fingers moving to grip the back of my neck.
I shift and settle my hands on his strong thighs. My hair falls in a curtain on either side of my face. I grasp the base of his cock and squeeze, taking him in as far as I can before licking back up the shaft to press my lips against the hard tip.
When he takes hold of a swathe of my hair and gently tugs, I ease away to look at him, my hand still wrapped around his cock. Lust brews in his eyes. He urges me back up to him, gripping my hips to guide me onto his thighs. His erection sticks straight up between us, and the sight of all that hard, hot flesh, slick from my mouth, makes my sex clench with need.
So good.
I brace my hands on his shoulders and lift myself up, letting him position himself right at my opening. I slide downward, my breath catching with aroused delight as he enters me with exquisite gentleness. So easy. So perfect.
“Oh, fuck.” Dean’s groan vibrates against my skin, and he tightens his grip on my waist. “Ride me.”
I clutch his shoulders as I bring my body up and down, up and down, letting his shaft stroke my insides, the air between us growing hot and thick. Tension coils through me. I move faster, my bottom hitting Dean’s thighs with a sound like a spank, his fingers digging harder into my waist as his own urgency intensifies.
When I feel his muscles straining, I stop and settle onto his cock. I bring my hands to the sides of his face and lower my head to kiss him. I dart my tongue out to probe into his mouth, a rush of air spilling from him to me, his restraint palpable as he lets me take control. He pulses inside me, a rhythm in time with the beat of my heart.
“Dean.” I slide my tongue over his, my blood heating. “I want to come.”
“Oh, you’ll come,” he whispers, taking my lower lip gently between his teeth. “You’ll come hard.”
He moves his hands around to grip my rear, then pushes up from the chair. I wrap my legs around his waist, our mouths still clinging together as he moves us both over to the sofa. He lowers me onto it and straightens to pull his T-shirt over his head. The sight of his naked, muscular torso sends fresh pulses of heat through my veins.
I rub my breasts, pinching my stiff nipples. Electric sparks shoot to my core. Dean’s eyes darken with lust as he watches the movement of my hands, the way I squeeze my breasts together and trace my areola with the tips of my fingers.
He nods to my legs. “Spread them and touch yourself.”
A small moan escapes me. I part my legs, sliding my hand toward my pussy as Dean takes hold of his erection and starts to stroke it. And, oh god, it’s so fucking hot—the sight of him standing naked over me, rubbing his big cock in such an easy, sinuous rhythm, his gaze fixed on the juncture of my thighs. I spread them wider to show him how I’m massaging my clit and starting to fuck myself with my fingers.
“Christ,” he whispers, his breath escaping on a rush. “Keep doing that, and I’ll come before I get inside you.”
Though the thought of watching him cream over my breasts makes me shudder with anticipation, I’m more desperate to feel him pumping into me again. I slide my hand away from my sex and reach out to hook my right leg around his thighs, pulling him closer.