Those warm hands caress my sides as he straightens, and as soon as his head is level with mine, I lunge forward for another kiss, unable and entirely unwilling to hold back. This man fucking mangles my brain and replaces all of my thoughts with a constant hum of pure, raunchy need.
Not pulling away, Dean sweeps his fingers along my stomach, releasing a little moan when he reaches my ab hair. If I’d known we were going to be getting all hot and heavy like this, I would have tried to clean myself up down there.
He breaks the kiss.
Rude.
“God,” he murmurs, sifting his fingers through my happy trail. “I love all thishair. So fucking hot.”
Notrude.
I slam my mouth back against his, and feeling his smile against mine unlocks yet another vat of desire, sending it flooding through my body as if I wasn’t already turned-on enough. He still has a hand on my lower stomach, teasing downward into my bush, while the other hand cups my ass. He isn’t squeezing or being all handsy, but if he wanted to, I’d totally let him.
“Are you okay to take things further?” Dean murmurs, pulling back again.
“Fuck. Yeah.” Words are hard, almost as much as I am.
“Tell me if things get too intense, and we can call things off. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
What’s not comfortable are my pants, because they’re too tight to contain my raging hard-on.
So I do away with them.
I take in his lopsided, satisfied smile that grows with every passing second. He blinks, like he doesn’t know what to say, and his grin opens into a gaped expression.
“Hey, it’syourturn now,” I say, and he still doesn’t move.
“You’ve got anicefucking dick.” He lowers himself along my body to hover above my crotch. “I need to suck you off if you’re down,” he murmurs, his breath tickling my exposed cock head.
I nod. Even though I really want to see him naked, my mild complaint is erased the second he licks up my shaft. The warmth of his tongue is heavenly, making my balls draw up, and he fondles them with a gentle palm while making languid swipes at me.
My breaths are shallow and loud as I stare down expectantly, meeting Dean’s warm eyes as they shimmer, like they’re teasing me. I almost groan when he pulls his head back, but before I can, he sucks in a breath and envelops me with his molten mouth.
“Oh mygod!” I fucking scream. The bliss coursing through my shaft is out of this world to the point it’s scary, and my instincts are torn between scurrying away and thrusting deeper into the sheer warmth that’s frying my brain to a thoughtless crisp.
The result? I melt into the mattress while Dean rakes me with delicious, languid passes of his tongue. He doesn’t let up for asingle second, not even when he hums out a low, satisfied noise that digs into my balls and makes me mutter some kind of nonsense.
I respond with a sharp gasp as soon as he increases the pressure on my nuts, and when he clasps the other hand around the base of my cock, it’s too much and wholly insufficient at the same time.
I have no clue what the hell to do, and all I can manage is a clipped grunt and a useless grasp at the sheets under me. It’s like my body is punishing me for not getting good head in forever, by reminding me how it’s goddamneuphoric.
And by spurring an orgasm in no time at all. Holy shit, he’s gonna make me bust. Dean’s a beast, and he isn’t showing any signs of slowing down.
“You gotta stop if you don’t want me to come yet,” I grit out.
His response is to deepthroat me and make my brain implode before sliding off, leaving me aching for more. “Do you think you can go two rounds?”
All I want to do iscome, damn it—embarrassing myself might even be worth it. “I don’t know. Fuck. Why don’t we find out?”
He doesn’t reply before engulfing my cock again, and with another suck around my dick that might as well be targeted with pinpoint accuracy, I shoot, my vision blurring as the white-hot climax tears through me and down Dean’s tight throat. Bliss washes across every square inch of my body for not nearly long enough, and when I loosen my muscles and start breathing normally again, I brace myself for him to slide off and ask me to return the favor.
But he doesn’t.
Dean keeps me in his mouth and runs his tongue from side to side along my softening dick, avoiding the hyper-sensitive head and choosing instead to massage my shaft with his cheeks in a way that makes my whole body shake. The focused action wakes my dick back up, and I wince as my semi brushes the hard roof of his mouth.
“Careful with the tip,” I gasp. “It’s?—”
Dean pulls off, swallowing a leftover leak as he does. “—sensitive? Here, let me try something.”
