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Chapter Thirteen
Payton
Warmth. I’m wrapped in it to the point of sweating. My skin feels damp, my limbs heavy as I try to pull myself from whatever deep slumber I was in last night. But, oh, what a glorious night it must have been. I awake feeling completely refreshed and ready to tackle day two of the show.
But then I move and encounter the reason for the heat.
Opening my eyes, I find Dean sleeping on his side, his arm wrapped around my abdomen. A flush creeps up my face as I remember everything about our date last night. The park, the elevator ride, the wall by the entrance. My skin starts to tingle again, but for another entirely different reason. Heat floods between my legs, reviving that dull ache I’ve had since I agreed to share a room with him.
Ah, who am I kidding? I’ve had this need since the first moment I saw him.
Glancing up at his face, I take in the peacefulness of his features while he sleeps. His angled jaw is more relaxed and his full lips slightly agape. His hair is tussled from sleeping, or maybe from me gripping it in my fists last night right before I came so hard I was temporarily blind.
The sheet is pulled up to his waist, but there’s no camouflaging the erection just beneath the surface. He’s pitching a tent that would have made my old Girl Scouts troop leader proud. My mouth salivates at the sight of his dick. Could I really be ready to go another round? The way my breasts feel tingly and heavy and the apex of my legs wet, I’d say the answer is an undeniable yes.
As I stare lustfully, a little drop of liquid appears on the sheet right where the tip of his dick is. My fingers itch to touch and my tongue tingles to lick that little droplet. Before I can stop myself, a little moan slips from my lips.
When I finally pull my eyes away from his erection, I glance back up to find Dean awake, eyes ablaze and filled with desire. The breath in my throat lodges as our eyes connect. And if I were being honest with myself, something more than just our eyes is making a connection. I feel something different, something crazy, something scary when we’re together. But there’s no way I’m ready or willing to think too much about those pesky feelings right now.
Right now? I want to devour the man beside me.
I’m moving before I have the chance to chicken out. Tossing the sheet back, I reveal the most mouthwatering specimen of man-meat I’ve ever seen. Damn, I’ve been hanging around Grandma too much.
Crouching between his legs, I take his cock in my hand. I’m licking my lips in anticipation of finally getting to taste him. Even after half a dozen of sexual encounters, I realize that I have yet to return the oral sex favor. And we can’t have that, now can we?
Bending down, I lick the moisture on the tip of his dick. “What are you doing?” his question is harsh, breathy.
“Doing something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.” I swipe my tongue over the tip again and swirl it around the wide crown.
“Don’t let me stop you. Please, continue.”
He inhales sharply as I take him inside my mouth. His skin is velvety and pulled taut, the scent of him infiltrating my senses. Slowly, I move down his shaft, licking and wetting his skin as I go. Keeping my hand firmly wrapped around the root, I lower myself as far down onto him as I can go. I have to mentally turn off my gag reflex the closer I get to my throat. A deep garbled groan rips from his throat.
Slowly, I begin to pump my other hand with long, fluid strokes. Glancing up, his eyes are locked onto the action, his breathing labored and choppy. Using my other hand, I reach down and grab his balls. When I glance up again to see his reaction, I watch his eyes roll back in his head.
Dean reaches down and gently grabs a hold of my head, guiding me down onto his shaft. I begin to bob in earnest now, taking him into my throat as far as I can.
“Fuck, Payton.” It’s a mix between a choke and a moan.
I feel his balls draw up and take that as my cue that the end is drawing near. His hips start to buck, his grip in my hair tightening almost to the point of pain. But I ignore it. Instead, I focus on the way he moves, the way he tastes, and the way he sounds. He’s so sexy when he’s on the verge of coming.
“You need to stop. I’m going to come,” he grits through his teeth.
There’s no way I’m stopping now. I want to taste him–all of him. Tightening my hold on his shaft, I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him with everything I have. He curses like a sailor moments before stilling momentarily and thrusting upward into my mouth one last time. His release is warm and tangy and slides down my throat easily. His dick twitches in my hand as he falls back onto the pillow utterly spent.
“Jesus.”
I smile. That one word was the greatest compliment I could have possibly received. That, and the fact that he can’t even move right now. His breathing is reflective of someone who just ran a full marathon in record time.
With a quick pat on his thigh, I turn and smile. “Time to go!”
“Wait, go? Where?”
“You have a very compelling accounting conference to get to, while I go play with flowers all day,” I say as I start to slide off the bed.
He reaches for me, halting my progress. “I say we just stay here and do more of that all day.”
“Can’t. Very important things to do today,” I say as he lines up our lips, mere inches apart.
