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With “Stay the Night” by Zedd blaring, and the Mustang topless, I race home. But even the fresh air and the scorching sun can’t save me from my thoughts. Sleeping with Dean was never going to scratch the itch, I knew it. Deep down inside I did. And I was right. Instead of putting out the flame, it spread it like a damned wildfire. Now I’m like a firefighter without a hose. Actually, I do have a hose. So more like a firefighter trying to put out a fire with gasoline.
I sing along, until the words sink in. It’s so appropriate, part of me considers heading back to play it for Dean. I’d probably just end up having another date, which now that we’ve broken the ice, as he’s said, would end in sex, which in turn would make me come back for more. It’s a vicious cycle I shouldn’t get into. That’s if I haven’t started it already.
Shit, I miss his smell. A shower is certainly on the cards again, only this time I’ll be alone.
Sheridan is walking Henry. Her head turns to me as I pull into the drive. There’s a little smirk on her face I’m not loving.
“Did you have a good time?” she yells, but I ignore her.
“Can’t talk. Gotta shower.”
“Yeah, I bet you do.” Her giggles follow me all the way inside.
Tossing my bag onto the kitchen counter, I head to my room, stripping the moment the door closes behind me. We live in an older house, built in 1994. Hot water takes a long time to reach the showerhead.
I catch my reflection in the mirror as I wait, staring into the light blue of my eyes, hard but unfocused, willing my mind to see something else. Suddenly it’s no longer blue, but green.Fingers run through my hair, and hands caress my neck, tracing my clavicle. My eyes snap into focus as I come back.
Hitting play on the small radio I have in the bathroom, I jump into the shower. A Spanish song comes on, and I roll my eyes at the old thing that likes to switch stations on its own. But as the music plays, I find that even though I have no clue what the man is singing about, it’s kind of nice. It’s an emotional tune, that has me holding my hand over my chest, humming the words I can’t say.
Water washes over me and before I know it, I’m back at the Sadler Beach Hotel. With him.
The bed hits the backs of my legs, and I’m pushed gently onto it. He doesn’t come down with me, and I smile at him knowing exactly what he’s about.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, spreading my legs for him. Dean’s eyes widen as I lay, baring myself to him.
His intense gaze feels more intimate than any touch ever could. Suddenly unsure, I try to close my legs, but he stops me. “No, I want to see you.” He kneels before me, his face mere inches from my core. Warm lips press gently to my inner thighs as he breathes me in, exploring.
With a trembling voice, I ask, “Are you going to let me do this to you?”
“I’m counting on it,” he whispers against me, taking one lip into his mouth. “I want you to become very familiar with my dick. I want you to kiss it like this,” he says, kissing the other side. “And I want to feel your tongue flick out and lick it, like this.” His own tongue licks me, and he moans as he tastes. “I want you to suck on me, like this.”
I dig my hands into his hair as he begins to suck on my clit. The taste of blood tickles my taste buds from the force with which I’m biting my lip to keep from screaming. Eyes tightly shut, I rub myself against his mouth, willing him to finish what he’s started.
A finger, then two, find their way in, doubling the assault on my senses as he thrusts them in and out.
“Shit, don’t stop. Dean, don’t stop!” I beg.
He moans and the vibration of his voice undoes me. I hold his face to me, cumming on his fingers and in his mouth.
When the shuddering is over, I look up to find myself standing in the shower alone, pulling my fingers from my pussy. My hand has been there for me since I was thirteen and I accidently found out how to pleasure myself. It’s never disappointed.
“Until today,” I say to my fingers, feeling completely unsatisfied.
There is nothing I can do to myself that can come close to the earthshattering orgasms Dean gave me. I’m fucked because I let him fuck me.
“Shut up!” I tell the radio the moment I step out, turning it off.
A glance at my phone shows a missed call from Liz and a text from Reese telling me she’s going to spend the night at her “friend’s” house. Nothing from Dean. Not that it would have mattered anyway.
Only it would have. There’s no way I can sleep now. I feel achy. He was a rough lover. Somehow I didn’t expect it, but he matched my desperation and then some. My skin still burns from his whiskers, my neck and shoulders sting from his bite, and inside… The intense throbbing between my legs as I remember him there has me squeezing them in search of some relief.
When bedtime comes, all I can do is toss and turn. I turn to the left and feel Dean running his hands over my shoulders, pressing himself to me from behind. I turn to the right, and he’s there again, tasting my lips, kissing me too slowly, too deeply, taking a bit of my soul with each stroke of his tongue.
And when I lay on my back, he’s laying between my legs, pushing them back as he thrusts inside. I shut my eyes because the feeling is too intense, overwhelming me.
“Look at me,” he demands. When I do, his dark green eyes soften. “I want to see your face when you cum.”
“Get out of my head!” I sit up, yelling into the dark and empty room. Damn him.
