“Food sounds nice,” I admit.
Chapter Seven
Sadie
After eating, I tooka bath and laid down in bed with the guys with nothing but Mason’s shirt on. I fell asleep in record time, but now it’s six in the morning, and I’m wide awake. I didn’t want to wake the guys, so I snuck out of bed and went to stand on the balcony.
It’s a beautiful morning. I have my elbows on the railing of the balcony, looking out over the city. I usually don’t like the city, but from this angle, everything looks peaceful. “Good morning, beautiful,” Dean says before wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
“Hey. Good morning,” I say as I turn to face him. “Mason and Lance asleep?”
“Yeah,” he says, kissing me. “How long have you been awake?”
“Not too long. Thirty minutes, maybe,” I say.
“You know you talk in your sleep?” Dean asks.
“Yeah. I used to get in trouble for what I’d say in my sleep,” I laugh. “Also, you’ve told me this before.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just fun that we can have a conversation with you,” Dean says with a smirk.
“What did you trick me into saying?”
“Not tricked,” he says. “You just kept saying you were happy.”
“Well, I am,” I confirm.
“No regrets?” he asks seriously. He is searching my face for answers.
“I would say something if I had any issues,” I say. “None of you have done anything I didn’t want.”
“I guarantee I could scare you,” he smirks.
“I doubt that,” I laugh.
“Mmmm. I wonder what you sound like when you’re scared and coming,”
“You can try and…” My words are cut off when he picks me up and sets me on the railing.
“Dean!” I nearly shout at him in a panicked voice.
“Do you trust me, Sadie?”
“Y-yes,” I say. I make the mistake of looking behind me and whimper, as I imagine myself plummeting to the Earth below.
“You’re afraid of heights,” he smirks as he pulls his cock out.
“I’m afraid of falling, Dean,” I say as I look behind me again. “Fuck, you’re crazy.”
“So you trust me,” he asks again as he parts my legs and teases my clit.
“Yes,” I say. “Please don’t drop me.”
“If I do, you won’t care for long,” he says as he slowly fills me with his cock. I groan and cling to him. He has a tight hold on my hips when he slams into me, making me scream out.
“Fuck, I love how you grip my cock when you’re scared,” he murmurs and continues to pound into me. Every time he bottoms out, fear shoots through me as I imagine him accidentally knocking me off of the railing. It doesn’t stop the build of my climax. It doesn’t stop me from begging him to fuck me harder.
Something about mixing pleasure with a near-death experience is doing so much more than just turning me on—It’s fucking intoxicating that my entire life is in his hands right now.
